Chapter 270 - 270 268 What is it that moves

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270: Chapter 268: What is it that moves? 270: Chapter 268: What is it that moves? Everywhere light had been spreading across the sky was now fleeing from him, plunging Baili An’s world into abrupt darkness. Outside the window, in the courtyard, the old tree had unknowingly bloomed. Nighttime brought the language of flowers, the apricot blossoms rustled, their shadows dancing. The female corpse sat hanging from the beams under the red silk, her dull, lusterless eyes gazing into the void. Baili An’s gaze was somewhat vacant, his pitch-black eyes like two deep whirlpools of dreams, as if his consciousness was mired in chaos, unaware of his place in the here and now. Inside his eternally still heart, a Corpse Pearl had ignited, smoldering in his chest, emitting a fierce yet dying light. At his ear, one moment he saw confusing illusions of the sword tower, and the next, Fang Geyu’s tear-streaked face with closed eyes, symbolizing helpless defeat. Both were caught in a maelstrom of past memories, incapable of navigating their own way out, let alone rescuing the other from the far shores of their realities back to the Mortal World. Unbeknownst to them, the female corpse at that moment settled her sightless eyes upon their tightly clasped hands. Though clearly seeing nothing, she seemed to have a revelation, her eyes gradually filling with blood. The sneering cold smile on her face deepened; her fingers danced lightly, falling upon the Human Skin Drum with the rapidity and force of rain. Her fingers plucked urgently, mumbling a chant with blood-red lips. “Autumn wind melancholy and the weather chilly, vegetation shedding dew forming frost, flocks of swallows leave to head south.” “Thinking of you on your journey breaks my heart, yearning for home I dare not forget, why linger and stay elsewhere?” “A lonely wife guards the empty room, overwhelmed with thoughts of you, tears unknowingly soak my clothes.” The red threads of their ghost marriage entwined like serpents in midair, swiftly unwinding from the fresh red marks on their wrists. The slender red threads were stretched to their limits, their ends sharp, with two sizzling sounds, they both pierced into the hearts of Baili An and Fang Geyu without causing a scratch, and just as quickly, the red lines vanished from sight. Baili An heard a buzz in his head as if a bowstring had suddenly snapped. He raised his fist, smashing it toward his chest, a gush of blood surged upwards, the metallic taste brought a brief clarity back to his dark, profound eyes. Not daring to delay, he attempted to raise his fingers to touch the Serene Waters and Jade Pendant, calling forth the sinister little sword, but found his arms limp, unable to muster any Spiritual Power or strength. Baili An felt a shock of alarm. The female corpse cocked her head, emitting a light “eh?”, seemingly surprised that Baili An could once again break free from the Soul Capturing Technique of the Human Skin Drum. However, the more he resisted the evil technique, the stronger the body’s feedback erosion became, ultimately wresting control away from him. What did it matter if he was momentarily lucid? Baili An bit his lip in frustration, his slurred voice calling out, “Fang… Geyu…” Out of nowhere, Fang Geyu, who had been lying beside him, had shifted to a position of dominance, her dainty, delicate body pressing fully against his. Her long, dark lashes, wet with tears, fluttered like the petals of those apricot blossoms. Her tear-streaked eyes were red, her frail body trembling slightly, but the slender arms gripping his waist were unexpectedly strong, exhibiting none of the total loss of strength he had experienced. Baili An had never seen such abnormal behavior from Fang Geyu, and his call was not without meaning. The girl resting on his chest slowly opened her eyes, awakening from her drowsiness, her obsidian-bright pupils seemingly holding back an ocean of sorrow, all of which turned into tears rolling down, silently sliding across that delicate face. For a moment, she looked utterly heartbroken. Seeing her like this, Baili An found unexpected strength, lifting his finger with difficulty to lightly wipe at the corner of her eye. He said, “Don’t cry.” The threads of the ghost marriage were tightly interwoven; what he had experienced was not only his own despair but that of Fang Geyu’s—he had also glimpsed a part of it. In this moment, he finally understood who Fang Geyu had meant in Xianling City, the two she wanted to save with the Emperor’s treasure. No, in some sense, the two Fang Geyu wanted to save in her heart could not even be called people. This was the true tragedy. Baili An bit his tongue, using pain to reclaim some control of his body, wanting to warn Fang Geyu that the female corpse’s threat remained, to collect herself a bit. But the very next moment, Baili An sensed something odd about Fang Geyu. Her eyes were bright but also pitch-black, like the depths of a cold, bottomless pool; she seemed to have woken up, yet her soul was still deeply immersed and lost. With elegant brows and tearful eyes, the girl’s meandering black hair sprawled across his chest, the remnants of red still visible at the corners of her eyes. She suddenly laughed foolishly, rubbing up against him like a clinging cat. Baili An was caught off guard, unable to prevent anything, as the girl’s forehead pressed against his chin. Nuzzling playfully, she exhaled a warm, orchid-like breath with her rosy lips onto Baili An’s neck, her eyes brimming with tears, and in a sticky voice, she said, “Si Chen, Si Chen, I had a nightmare, come and comfort me.” Her voice was frighteningly soft, unbearably soothing. The lovely sound still carried a hint of the unsettled sobbing of someone wronged, calling his name with such vulnerability. Gone was any sign of the usual high-spirited arrogance of the young lady. She seemed like a hedgehog that had lost its spines, baring her soft underbelly defenselessly, her voice lightly scratching at one’s heart with no intent to harm, yet incredibly itchy. For a moment, Baili An was undecided whether Fang Geyu was truly awake or not—if she was still unconscious, why would she call out his name? But if she was awake, the Fang Geyu that Baili An knew, would never show such a tender side. Her soft breathing carried a hint of ambiguous warmth, moistening the skin around his neck. Baili An involuntarily swallowed, just about to speak, when Fang Geyu let out a light “eh?”, as if discovering something amusing, “What’s this? It moves?” Her squinting eyes laughed quietly, her head pressing down, she opened her mouth slightly and bit gently on that rolling adam’s apple. Baili An remained silent, but his brows drew together solemnly. Under the girl’s lips was a pair of sharp canines, rubbing against them like a puppy grinding its teeth, letting him clearly feel that tender sensation. This was definitely not the normal Fang Geyu! He turned his head sharply to glare at the red-robed female corpse. As if sensing Baili An’s gaze, the female corpse gave a cold laugh, her ghostly body fluttering beneath the beam, drum sounds emanating from her waist. “I have ensnared a wisp of her soul, leading her to witness the deepest fear in her memory in the land of dreams. You must understand this well, having felt it yourself; I am unaware when you gained such courage to awaken from the illusion of memories. However, she is not so fortunate, fear and despair have taken over her entire soul. Now, it seems she regards you as Si Chen, as her last support.” Baili An felt a chill run through his body.

Chapter 270 - 270 268 What is it that moves

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