El beso inolvidable de Ghost Lips

Capítulo 61

"You...killed...me?" The girl looked at the ancient bronze sword piercing her chest, a crystal-clear tear rolling down her cheek.

"You killed me... This is my destiny..." The girl's body fell backward slowly like a leaf in the wind. I looked at her wearing a golden robe and with tear stains on her face. A thousand years... ten thousand years ago... it seems that a similar scene had happened before!

I killed her? I killed the girl? I really killed the girl?

But is she a maid, or a golden-threaded demon corpse? In any case, she is still using Wang Ruonan's body—and the ancient bronze sword in my hand is piercing her heart.

I stared blankly as the girl's body fell into the underground river, sinking in an instant, just like the young master's body just now—why couldn't the originally tough golden robe stop the ancient bronze sword?

That's impossible. I remember it very clearly. Back then—at the Guangchuan King's Mausoleum, that writhing corpse wearing a golden robe could have blocked my ancient bronze sword. Why couldn't the girl block it? Could there be a replica of the golden robe?

I looked at the ancient bronze sword in my hand. Not a trace of blood remained. It didn't even give me a chance to think.

The girl died just like that, by my sword, while the young master was devoured by the dragon monster. That damned dragon monster! Thinking of this, I was filled with rage and wanted to fight the dragon monster to the death, but on the vast water, where was the dragon monster?

On the entire surface of the water, I was the only one left; even Huang Zhihua was nowhere to be seen. I remember clearly that when the girl started her attack, Huang Zhihua initially helped me by firing sniper shots, and then he rushed towards the dragon monster. But then… then, under the girl's barrage of purple lightning attacks, I was too preoccupied to notice him and completely ignored his presence. Was he dead too?

I felt utterly lost; in this entire underground world, I was now all alone. I opened my mouth to call out, but no sound came out.

However, I was still standing on the serpent's body, and not far in front of me was the magnificent water tomb. The serpent seemed to know my thoughts and carried me to the high platform in the water.

I felt like I was in a dream, everything was blurry and unreal—I must be dreaming, otherwise, how could I be standing on a prehistoric beast...

I stepped on the white jade-like stone steps, and as if in a dream, I walked up the steps one by one. It seemed that at the end of the steps, there was something I had longed for, which might be my destiny.

I looked up and saw a white jade platform shaped like an octagon. I had seen such a platform before; it was also built in water. Back then, in the Guangchuan King's Mausoleum, the bronze sword in my hand was bound with iron chains in the center of the octagonal formation. This time, what would be bound in the center of the octagonal formation? Could it be myself?

I was startled by my own thought. How could I have such an absurd idea?

Now, I seem to have forgotten what fear is; I simply drag my weary legs toward my destined place. Between heaven and earth, only deathly darkness remains.

I seem to hear a voice calling me, and it feels like thousands of years ago, on the same path I've walked before...

I felt neither joy nor sorrow, no longer filled with fear or confusion. Time seemed to stand still, the clamor of humanity receded into the distance, leaving only those… white jade steps carved with strange patterns, as if the entire meaning of my life was for the day I would walk on those steps.

There were eighty-one stone steps—I didn't count them, but I knew exactly how many—and I finally stood at the very top. Then, I stared in disbelief at the center of the Bagua formation…

In the center of the Bagua formation, layers upon layers of iron chains bound a person—of course, a dead person, a dead person who died thousands of years ago. But for some reason, I felt an unbearable grief and pain, as if some kind of shock came from the depths of my heart.

Iron chains passed through the corpse's chest, shoulder blades, limbs, and neck, and were divided into eight strands, each tied to a pillar of the Bagua formation in one of the eight directions. This suspended the corpse in the center of the Bagua formation, while beneath the corpse's feet was a Taiji diagram representing the two poles of Yin and Yang.

Isn't this just like the bronze figurines bound to stone pillars in underwater tombs? Both are bound by iron chains through the collarbone, a cruel method of binding. But at his feet hangs another half of the ancient seal that reads "Heavenly Flaw and Earthly Incomplete".

But this time, it wasn't the bronze statue that was bound, but a real human being—even though he had been dead for thousands of years.

I couldn't help but examine the corpse closely. After thousands of years, there was no sign of decay. Even his exposed arms retained the natural color of his skin, which was definitely not the color a corpse should have. He wore a bronze mask, so his true face was not visible. Behind his head was long, shiny black hair that seemed to still shimmer with the glow of life.

The cloak was a long black robe, its luster still shimmering after thousands of years, exceptionally luxurious, in no way inferior to the gold-embroidered garment worn by the maid. I didn't feel any fear, only a pang of sorrow in my heart... Why was he bound here?

Why?

No one could answer my question—the girl said it was destiny!

Why am I thinking about you, girl? A sharp pain shot through my mind, and my vision blurred. I felt like I was possessed, my body out of control, involuntarily walking step by step toward the center of the Bagua formation.

Until I faced that black-robed corpse, I stared at it blankly, and for some reason, tears welled up in my eyes—

After a long pause, I couldn't help but reach out, my hand trembling, to touch his face. I longed for him to transform into a zombie in an instant, like all corpses—it was almost a morbid, insane, and intense desire!

But he didn't move at all, and I easily removed the bronze mask from his face.

A painful groan escaped my throat, and I staggered back two steps, staring blankly at the corpse of the man locked in the middle of the Bagua formation. Yes—it was a male corpse. After thousands of years, his body had not decayed at all, and his face was peaceful, without the distorted and terrifying faces of those who died under the curse of the Yellow River Dragon Coffin.

But why... why does this face look exactly like mine?

Yes, the male corpse's face looked exactly like mine!

No, no, no! He is myself, as if I were looking in a mirror.

I held the bronze mask and looked at it, then slowly put it on my face—a voice echoed in my mind…

"Who are you, and why have you come to this world of death?"

My mind went blank. I wanted to answer, but I couldn't utter a single word. Instinctively, I asked, "And who are you? Why are you still tied up here after you've died?"

“I have been bound here alive until death… For the sake of my Chinese people, I am willing to remain in this dark water dungeon forever…” A voice rang in my ears, seemingly real yet unreal.

"A citizen of China?" I asked suddenly in surprise, "Who are you?"

"Demon Emperor Gui Chi... I fought a great battle against the demon race, but unfortunately I was defeated. For the sake of my Chinese people, I am imprisoned in this dark, watery dungeon! Unless I am crippled by heaven and earth, or transform into a snake and a dragon, I will never be able to leave..."

I was suddenly startled and realized that the meaning of Bagua Jiazi, divine secrets and ghostly secrets, the transformation of snakes and dragon bones, and the imperfections of heaven and earth were actually like this.

The Eight Trigrams and the Jiazi cycle symbolize the eternal and unchanging time that imprisons the Demon Emperor. The Demon Emperor Gui Chi is locked in the Taiyi Eight Trigrams Formation. Only when he transforms into a snake and possesses dragon bones and is incomplete in heaven and earth will he have any hope of escaping.

But why is he the Demon Emperor, and not the Yellow Emperor? Could it be that our Chinese ancestor was actually this Demon Emperor?

I feel my thoughts becoming increasingly muddled, my vision blurring, a mixture of reality and illusion. I don't know where I am; in my hazy state, I seem to feel iron chains piercing through my collarbones, wrapping around my body layer upon layer, locking me in, causing excruciating pain!

No—can I still think? Am I still alive? Am I really locked in the center of the Taiyi Bagua Formation? A sharp pain shot through the depths of my mind, and then I knew nothing more.

end

When I regained consciousness, I found myself lying on the Yellow River's Longtan beach, with heavy rain drenching my face. I don't know how I came to my senses. I struggled to my feet, stepping unevenly onto the Yellow River's Longtan beach. At dawn, the rain poured down from the sky, and the Yellow River roared and surged before my eyes, rushing into the distance.

In the sky, purple lightning tore through the heavens, fiercely unleashing its might. Faintly, I seemed to see a girl in golden robes behind a starry night sky painting, a single, glistening tear still seemingly clinging to her face.

It's over...it's all over, everything is over.

I couldn't help but burst into laughter—the girl was dead, the young master was dead, and that soldier Huang Zhihua hadn't come out... I didn't even know if I was alive or dead.

I held the piece of gold silk blankly, examining it closely. It was covered in dense, unfamiliar bird-script writing. I casually tossed it into the Yellow River. The turbid waves swept it away, leaving only the roaring river flowing past me…