Chapter 198 - 198 196 Plummeting to Death

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198: Chapter 196: Plummeting to Death 198: Chapter 196: Plummeting to Death Fang Geyu looked into his eyes and, unaware, a few shades of loneliness and despair emerged from the depths of her gaze, “I want to save the two people I owed the most in my childhood.” “But there’s only one fragment.” She slowly bowed her head, “That’s why I struggled, struggled for many years, not knowing how to choose, until some days ago, when bad news came from the Mountain Realm, I then knew I didn’t need to struggle anymore.” “Do you still want to save Grandfather Mountain?” Fang Geyu nodded her head. Baili An, however, shook his head, slowly closing his eyes and said, “How can something intangible shape time and reincarnation? Grandfather Mountain has already returned to Chaos, without a trace to be found. Even if you find the fragment, you can’t bring him back to life, and besides… in this world, there is nothing that can reverse death back to life.” How could Fang Geyu not understand this principle? She was a bit annoyed, “Are you going to spit it out for me or not!” Baili An said dryly, “I can’t spit it out.” Fang Geyu’s face turned green with entanglement. She covered her lips and trembled, “You’re not thinking of… pooping it out to me, are you…” Baili An’s good temper was almost lost, and she angered him into vomiting another mouthful of blood. He coughed a couple of times, gritting his teeth, “I indeed have the will but not the power.” Soon, the Unicorn stepped into the moonlight and arrived at the inn’s entrance. As Fang Geyu lifted the curtain to get out of the carriage on her own, her gaze suddenly caught Baili An, huddled and wrapped in a blanket in the corner. She paused, then went back to help him down. After getting out of the carriage, Baili An’s complexion didn’t improve at all, and he kept coughing up blood. Chai Ye, waiting below the stairs, stepped forward upon seeing this scene, looking at Baili An’s robe smeared with fresh red, “What… what is this… did you get covered in blood from eating a midnight snack?” Fang Geyu nonchalantly said, “Useless trash, he got carsick.” Baili An nodded to Chai Ye as a greeting and politely asked, “Has it been hard standing guard all night?” Chai Ye also nodded respectfully, “It’s my duty, no trouble at all.” “Are the two fellow disciples with you sleeping alright?” Chai Ye said, “Sister An doesn’t mind different beds and is sleeping quite soundly, but for Brother Li, I’m afraid it’s going to be a sleepless night.” “You’ll need to work even harder, then,” said Baili An. Chai Ye gave him a meaningful look, his dark eyes indiscernible in emotion. But soon, he put on a polite smile and said, “As a senior brother, it’s my responsibility to take care of junior disciples, so it’s only natural.” Back in their room, Fang Geyu poured herself a large cup of tea and drank it down without minding the coolness. Lin Yuan hurried over, his face still not free from anxious worry, “Where did you go tonight? There are guards patrolling everywhere outside. I was really worried you would cause trouble. This isn’t like Shifang City where you can do whatever you want.” Fang Geyu was about to explain when she heard a heavy thump behind her. Baili An had collapsed on the floor, his body had completely arched up, clutching his abdomen as if unable to move, his teeth chattering in painful tremors. In front of him was a large puddle of blood he had coughed up. The bloodstain, under the illumination of the lamp, was gradually turning black, as if poisoned. The sudden change left both of them stunned, then filled with fear and trepidation. Lin Yuan stumbled forward, hands flustered and not daring to touch him randomly, and in a panic, he said, “Si Chen, what’s wrong with you, don’t scare me…” Fang Geyu also rushed over quickly, her fingers cold, but she managed to retain some composure. She propped up his body swiftly, and through the clothing, she found his body to be frighteningly hot, even exceeding the temperature of a normal person. Fang Geyu’s face showed rare panic, watching Baili An’s blood-stained lips buzz slightly, she clenched her teeth, forcing herself to stay calm, “What are you saying, what do you want?” “A knife… small knife…” Baili An’s eyebrows twisted tightly in pain, the three words seemed to drain all his energy. Fang Geyu did not know why he needed a knife, but at this moment she complied with his request without hesitation, quickly pulling a personal dagger from her boot and placing it in his palm. Baili An’s eyebrows were tightly furrowed as he coughed up blood, tremblingly lifting his shirt hem and pressing the dagger blade against his abdominal skin. With the garment lifted, Lin Yuan and Fang Geyu both shuddered. His torso, no longer pale, looked like mold on leaves. Chunks of crimson, chunks of black. They exuded a stench of rot and poison, still spreading disastrously. Baili An’s palm trembled with pain, yet without hesitation, he seemed to grit his teeth, cutting open his abdomen, with fresh blood instantly drenching his body and the ground. His intestines spilled out! Fang Geyu was utterly dumbfounded, watching him cut open his stomach without any hesitation, as if he were merely making an incision with a pen. His fingers, stained red, reached into the cut and forcefully extracted a bright red earring, he heaved heavily and casually threw it to the side, weakly warning, “Don’t touch that earring.” “You…” Fang Geyu barely began to speak when her throat was choked up by something sour and she could no longer speak. In the jade carriage, he had vomited blood, his expression wan but never revealing any sign of pain or abnormality, appearing just like usual carsickness. Facing her, Fang Geyu, and facing Lan Youdie, he was still able to keep his composure and calmly unravel step by step from the deadly situation. Calmly escorting her back to the inn, not letting outsiders notice anything amiss. She had never imagined that this young man who said with all seriousness that he was a female entertainer could endure so much. Unspeakable emotions welled up in her heart. Not until this moment did she suddenly somewhat understand why Jiujiu and Lin Yuan liked him. After cutting open his own belly, Baili An’s fingers lost their strength entirely, and the dagger slipped from his grasp. His face turned ashen, his eyes closed in pain, and his whole body, light as a leaf, collapsed weakly. Lin Yuan’s beautiful blue eyes were already shrouded in a mist, her choking seemingly unable to cry, as she caught his collapsing body. She said nothing, asked nothing, just pressing tightly on the gruesome wound on his abdomen, but the blood kept gushing through her fingers. Beneath her palm was his body, writhing in agony. Baili An felt a chilling coldness creep into his body, enough to make one’s heart quiver. The corpse demon might not sleep, yet at this moment it seemed as if a Requiem was playing by his ear, calling him to slumber. The moon was clear, the breeze fresh; the stars were dazzling. In front of him, whether it was Lin Yuan or Fang Geyu’s faces, they were becoming very blurred, and the whole Mortal World seemed to be drifting away from him, a feeling not unfamiliar to him. He seemed to smell the cold fragrance of red spider lilies from Santzu River. This was truly bad. His ears buzzed, as if he could not hear anything distinctly. Baili An knew there was certainly a huge problem with that earring, but he didn’t expect it to hide such a vicious and malicious threat. Had Fang Geyu continued wearing it all the way back to the Mountain Realm, how could she have survived?

Chapter 198 - 198 196 Plummeting to Death

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