That's a really awkward way of putting it; it's like saying, "Ah, you can die in peace now..."
Then, feeling sullen, she returned to the empty front hall, where bowls of all sizes on the table were filled with black dog blood. A bucket was placed near the door.
When it got completely dark, the entire mountain villa was deathly silent.
Before he knew it, a thin mist had gathered around them, and everything gradually became indistinct. Isoro timidly glanced at the moon and suddenly noticed that even the moon had a fuzzy halo around it. The moonlight seemed exceptionally cold, as if the entire moon was made of ice.
For a fleeting moment, Isoro felt a chilling gaze fixed on him with intense longing.
It looks disgusting and makes me drool...
It was as if it were scrutinizing the food in its mouth, examining it bit by bit, from head to toe, until the hair on one's head stood on end.
This feeling is very uncomfortable, as if you're about to be swallowed up by some creature.
But once you look back, everything has returned to normal.
In the misty darkness, apart from the faint moonlight, there was only a hazy scene.
Xiao Wushilang was stunned for a moment, a chill rising from the bottom of her heart, her hands and feet turning icy cold with fear. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, she turned and ran towards the secret chamber, glancing back as she ran. The First Madam's Qingfeng sword struck her buttocks repeatedly with each step she took, filling her with both fear and anger.
"Hey, open the door, I want to come in," Igarashi said in a low voice.
There was no sound inside, until suddenly a sharp click, the clear sound of metal clashing, came from below. Though small, it made Isoro's expression change completely.
They are so unethical; they actually bolted the door shut from the inside.
Ishiro's heart immediately panicked. At first, she thought that if she really couldn't hold on, she could sneak back underground. At worst, she would lose face. Either way, there was still hope of survival.
But she forgot that the people of the manor already regarded her as a female exorcist, Su Ruoruo, akin to a deity. They believed that as long as they didn't hinder Su Ruoruo, they were helping her.
Based on their years of experience in the martial arts world, they have learned that when two people are fighting and are focused on their goal, having someone cheering them on can actually make that person dependent on them, thus halving their power. If the person cheering them on is also weak, they could very well become the opponent's Achilles' heel, thus dragging the opponent down.
They made their judgment based on their own experience.
However, they never expected that Xiao Wushilang was not a skilled exorcist.
Isoro composed himself, took the Qingfeng sword from his waist, held it in his arms, and then carefully lit two more candles next to the candlestick.
The entire hall immediately became much brighter.
The candlelight stretched and shrank the shadows in the room.
In the past, bright light might have increased people's sense of security, but in the current situation, the brightly lit hall was even more eerie. The stark contrast between the light inside the hall and the darkness outside made the outside seem even more dark and shrouded in mist. From the wooden doors that were open in the hall, it looked like there were many dark mouths outside, waiting for Ishiro to approach.
A chilling wind swept through, causing the four thick candles in the hall to flicker.
Isoro sat behind the table, holding his sword, looking at the bowls of black dog blood on the table, lost in thought.
Although my family has always adhered to atheism, this place exudes an eeriness, and everything is contrary to the usual reality.
Better safe than sorry.
The world is so big, it's hard to guarantee that there isn't some kind of creature out there. If that's the case, we still need to be prepared to take precautions.
Thinking of this, Ishiro stood up, picked up a bowl of black dog blood, swallowed a mouthful, and held it in his mouth.
She doesn't plan to wander around.
From now on, as long as you can get through the first four hours, it will be dawn. According to the descriptions of other people in the village, once that time comes, everything will be fine.
Therefore, we can simply sit here and observe how things unfold.
Even if something changes, it can still unexpectedly spray out black dog blood.
The mouthful of dog blood remained in Igarashi's mouth for a long time, gradually mixing with her spit. Igarashi, naturally thick-skinned, waited for half an hour with his sword, but it remained completely silent. Unable to bear it any longer, he nodded off the table and began to doze off.
While sound asleep, I habitually swallowed, and with a gulp, I swallowed a mouthful of black dog blood. By the time I realized it, I had already swallowed it all.
The sticky, fishy smell of black dog blood made it feel like it was stuck in Isoro's neck for quite a while.
Isoro swallowed hard, her eyes brimming with tears, barely managing to get rid of the fishy taste in her mouth. Little did she know that, because she had been dozing off and nodding, a considerable amount of black dog blood had already seeped out from the corners of her mouth, staining her chin with streaks of red.
When the light shone on it, his mouth was covered in scarlet blood, a sight that was indescribably terrifying.
Around midnight, the wind suddenly picked up, and the outer walls of the house began to creak and scrape. At first, the sound was low, but later it became an unrestrained scratching, like scratching at one's heart, sending shivers down one's spine.
The sound grew louder and louder, as if if the scratching continued, the thing outside could tear a hole in the wall and crawl in.
Isoro had just drifted off to sleep with his sword in his arms when he was startled awake by the sound of something scratching at the wall.
She was always grumpy when she got out of bed, and she would usually be furious when her sweet sleep was interrupted. Of all the people in the Xiao family, not one dared to speak to her when Wushilang woke up.
Suddenly waking up, he forgot where he was. Isoro was furious that his sweet dream had been interrupted, and he wanted nothing more than to jump out and execute the person scratching the wall on the spot.
So, Isoro stood up with great bravado, picked up his sword, and leaped out of the hall.
Outside the hall, the fog was thick, much thicker than at dusk, stirring up the darkness of the night and making people feel even more uneasy.
Then, a chilling gust of wind swept by, completely waking Goro from his rage and sword-wielding outburst.
The connecting corridors and steps that existed during the day disappeared into the dark night. The bamboo grove opposite the house was bent low by the wind, rustling softly. Some of the bamboo groves even seemed to have a spirit of their own, reaching out towards Goruro.
Isoro broke out in a cold sweat, his feet were soaked.
Holding his sword, his body stiffened, he slowly looked toward the wall from which the scratching sound was coming from.
There really was something by the wall!
As soon as Ichiro turned around, the scratching sound stopped immediately. She saw a dark shadow standing on the other side of the wall, about the height of a person.
A dark, indistinct shape, seeing Isoro's eyes glancing over, slowly moved closer to her.
The closer you get, the more eerie it becomes...
With a snap, the string in Isoro's mind broke completely. He turned and ran wildly, swinging his sword wildly as he ran, his target the bucket of black dog blood in front of the hall.
It would have been better if she hadn't run; as she did, the dark shadow behind her began to drift in.
Their feet didn't even touch the ground.
It rushed over at an extremely fast speed.
Seeing that the barrel in front of the hall was only a step away, the dark figure finally stopped behind Igarashi. Igarashi didn't dare to turn his head. He stood stiffly in front of the barrel. The reason he didn't dare to turn around was that the dark figure stood quietly behind him, without making a sound, with burning eyes, like two cold, sharp swords shooting towards his back.
She stood stiffly in front of the barrel, her hand trembling as she gripped the Qingfeng sword. After much deliberation, she steeled herself, gritted her teeth, and slowly turned her head away.
Because she was close to the hall, the candlelight shone out weakly, casting flickering light on her face and making the bloodstains on her chin appear even more gruesome.
The dark figure stood still for a long time. When it saw Igarashi looking over, it slowly lifted its foot and stepped over.
They walked very slowly, step by step, until they reached a place illuminated by candlelight.
His silhouette slowly emerged.
Dressed in black as night, with a blooming snow lotus embroidered in pale gold thread at the hem of her clothes, her hair was like silk, with a section simply tied up on top of her head with a white jade hairpin, the rest cascading down her shoulders. She was slender and tall, with three swords, two blue and one gold, slung diagonally across her back.
His face was as cold as ice, his complexion as white as jade, and his dark eyes shone brightly in the flickering light.
He turned out to be an extremely handsome young man.
His gaze lingered on Igarashi's ferocious mouth for a moment, then slowly moved downwards, landing on the Qingfeng sword in Igarashi's hand. He frowned and asked, "Sword?"
His voice was magnetic and pleasant to the ear, but unfortunately, the words he used were too concise, leaving people puzzled.
When Ishiro saw him frown, half of his soul seemed to fly away, and saliva splattered onto his lips, almost dripping from the corner of his mouth. In the candlelight, the boy's eyebrows resembled curved willow branches, and the slight furrowing of them actually made his originally cold and stern face a little more lively.
So, she smiled very ladylike at the boy, her mouth a bright red, which, when illuminated by the candlelight, was breathtaking.
Like a ghost that has just sucked someone's blood!
The boy's eyes flickered, a cold smile playing on his lips. He casually pinched a corner of his robe with his long, slender, white fingers, lifted it half an inch, and took a seemingly elegant step. Suddenly, with a swift movement, he kicked Goruro hard, sending him flying. Then, he landed with exquisite grace, flicking his robe with a noble and refined gesture, as if he had merely lifted his robe and adjusted his makeup.
With a whoosh, Goruro was kicked hard by him, and like a shooting star, he swept across half of the courtyard and crashed heavily into the bamboo forest.
When it landed, I don't know what it hit, it felt soft and spongy, with a crisp "thud".
"identity?"
The voice was cold and impatient.
A long, ancient sword pointed down from above Igarashi's head, loosely sliding across Igarashi's neck. The black-clad youth's eyes fell on the blood jade that Igarashi had slid out, and he was slightly taken aback, but quickly regained his calm expression.
He's fucking handsome, even lifting his foot is so elegant. Ishiro's heart is pounding, he's totally showing signs of being in love.
His eyes were hazy, his lips were slightly parted, and he looked completely infatuated.
The boy in black, his face full of impatience, pushed the tip of his sword a little further out, pressing it against Igarashi's neck. The cold touch quickly pulled Igarashi back to reality.
“I’m here to exorcise the demon,” Isoro said, clutching his head with his hands, blinking his eyes and glancing at him with teary eyes, as if he were surrendering.
Then she glanced at the sword's owner with the most alluring expression.
"Stand up," the black-clad youth said expressionlessly, sheathing his sword with a backhand motion. He walked ahead, took a few steps, then suddenly turned back, extended a finger at Igarashi, and said coldly, "One tael."
Following his gaze, Isoro glanced down at his bottom and nearly burst into tears. Sure enough, it was a white puppy that his second wife had only raised for two months, worth... a white tael.
"That's not how it's calculated. If it weren't for..." He was only halfway through his sentence when he saw the black-clad youth walking in front of him stiffen noticeably. He then turned around, slowly raised his hand, and placed it on the hilt of the sword behind him, his eyes like cold iron, shooting out with a chilling glint.
Isoro immediately chuckled and said, "I'll pay for it, I'll pay for it."
Tears welled up inside me.
One tael of silver—I haven't seen so much silver since I ran away from home.
A murder is about to occur!
"You..." The boy in black took a few steps, then suddenly stopped. He turned his face slightly, causing his hair, which reached his waist, to sway slightly. Without turning around, he said coldly, "Come with me."
It wasn't an invitation, nor a discussion; it was entirely in a commanding tone.
Isoro felt a sense of reverence immediately rising in his heart, even though his tone was cold and devoid of human emotion... but surprisingly, it calmed his heart down.
Isoro scurried after him, jogging as he struck up a conversation, his earlier fear completely gone. "Brother, what's your surname? What's your mother's surname? You..."
With a whoosh, a flash of cold light swept past, shaving off half an inch of Goruro's hair.
The boy in black twitched slightly at the corner of his mouth, and after a long while, he managed to squeeze out two words: "Shut up!"
Like a thousand frogs hopping around, this feeling is unbearable for most people, let alone someone as taciturn as him.
Moreover, Isoro's voice has always been loud, and in such a quiet night, he uttered one sentence after another, crisp and clear like chewing on dried radish.
Stopped by the sword, Isoro looked at the black-clad boy with tender affection, a dazed smile on his lips and sparks of love in his eyes.
That was fucking cool! The way he drew his sword was incredibly captivating, and his eyes were wide open with an incredibly sharp gaze.
The way those little lips were pursed, those cold eyes...it was so intriguing!