Chapter 280 - 280 278 There Must Be a Demon Living in His Heart

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280: Chapter 278: There Must Be a Demon Living in His Heart 280: Chapter 278: There Must Be a Demon Living in His Heart The corpse demon’s smile at the corner of her mouth tightened, her black fingers stroking the drumhead with such force that she almost seemed intent on destroying it with her own hands. Yet, her eyes calmed down as if, in this cold world, she had finally encountered an interesting and amusing pair. “Little girl, this drum harbors far too many dark and ugly stories. This is the first time I’ve seen, when capturing souls and controlling spirits, someone repeatedly uttering a name. What I saw were people lost under the control of the drum sound, indulging in nothing but expression, unable to discern whether the person beneath them was loved or hated. Yet, he changed his tune at the very last minute.” Fang Geyu’s heart suddenly tightened, and the sword that had been quiet in her hand trembled slightly. The water traces between the corpse demon’s eyebrows had dried, and what should have been clear features began to grow pale and transparent, her facial features gradually blurring. It was unclear whether her face was smiling or crying, as her voice continued to resonate: “I think, the person in his eyes must have been Fang Geyu, calling her Xiaoshuang, not for anything else but to stop this deadly war.” A sigh, mixed with a hint of emotion, “He just did not want to hurt you.” Without that utterance of ‘Xiaoshuang,’ how could the two of them have been pulled back from the brink of death? Fang Geyu knew that she had lost her composure because of ‘Enter my heart, invisible to others.’ At that time, she was still lucid, knowing what she should do to stop the slaughter. It seemed that back then, he, caught in chaos and helplessness, also hoped that she could save him from his miserable plight. But her saying ‘Let me take care of you, this corpse demon, for a lifetime’ undoubtedly brought them three steps closer to death’s edge. A thin sweat broke out in Fang Geyu’s palm. She closed her eyes. In the tumult of her thoughts, she couldn’t help but recall the moment he had exclaimed and stopped her by grabbing her waist, calling out that name with such emotion, forcing her to anger, forcing her to hurt him. By inflicting severe self-harm, forcing herself to stop. The Frost Name Sword seemingly wounded only one, but in truth, it had long since hurt two. She was completely unaware, even thinking his pain was not deep enough, even dealing two more heavy blows. That light comment was no joke. When she left that fake wedding room, she asked him who Xiaoshuang was. He did not give an answer. Because there truly was no answer. Oil lamps dimly lit, shadows askew on the walls. Fang Geyu picked up the human-skin drum from the floor, slowly stood up, turned around, and walked away. Baili Xianxian had listened to this dialogue in confusion, still not understanding why Fang Geyu would chat so happily with the Fierce Ghost trying to catch and eat him. Now, seeing a childhood friend, shouldn’t the first reaction be to rescue him? Why would she hardly speak a word to this Young Master before turning around and leaving directly? If the blood was drained completely, freak even her real father coming would be of no help. Baili Xianxian’s face turned deadly pale, anxiously asking, “Fang Xiaoyu, where are you going?!” Under the dim yellow warmth, her narrow shoulders draped with hair that cascaded softly in deep hues, like the cool, black waters under a quiet night, making her cheeks appear extra fair and handsome. From Baili Xianxian’s perspective, however, all he could see was a glimpse of a snowy-white nose tip beneath the veil of hair. The fiery red edges of her robe, drawn in vermilion and resembling fiery flames, burned through this chilling darkness. The fiery red wedding dress on a jade-white body was truly breathtakingly beautiful. Under Baili Xianxian’s increasingly tense breathing, Fang Geyu’s neutral voice echoed in this deep dungeon, “I left him there alone, I need to find him.” The dishonest little corpse demon, always restless, foolishly hurting others and himself, still thought it was the best decision. On the outside, he seemed like a clueless, indifferent scoundrel, but who knew that at this moment, he was curled up in a corner of the bed, quivering and crying bitterly. Fang Geyu, unlike a typical gentle-hearted maiden, had never liked to cherish cute and fluffy things since childhood. Now, exceptionally going against her own nature once, she planned to keep a pet to pass the time, but this little corpse demon bit her back instead, proving to be not a very fun companion—a simpleton with a hidden side! Clearly a person who feared pain, yet in front of others, he pretended as if it was no big deal, while secretly licking his wounds in dark corners. Baili An had glimpsed her past and former life, and she too could share his sporadic memories from before his death. Had it not been for those glimpses of grim past, she would have really believed that the boy who managed to keep all emotions in check that night and could calmly scoop out the beads from his bloody abdomen was impervious to pain. But she knew. The boy who stubbornly bit back tears and blood among the lightning thorns wasn’t some tough character who could endure pain, his body wasn’t that strong either, his tender flesh unable to withstand the malicious onslaught of the Thunder Fire Blade. Yet this tender body, this tender soul, had been elevated to a height that others could only look up to from birth. Driven by his identity, he was expected to grow into the towering, stern giant that everyone hoped for—a colossus standing tall and firm amidst the world. People hoped this colossus could stand atop the lofty snow-capped mountains, hold up the heavens and earth, and stand amid the Four Seas. Thus, alone in the wind and rain, standing unwaveringly in the vast Qingcang lands, among the ancient stars, he became a pillar of reliance and faith for everyone. The height purposely created was not so solitary and peaceful. Because there were too many gazes watching, those gazes too overt, direct, and fervent, like sharp needles pricking at you. So at the top of the solitary colossus, whether under the scorching sun or in an avalanche disaster, even if teetering on the brink, one must never show the slightest cowardice. Gradually, amid frosty winds and snowstorms, the colossus was covered in thick snow, and even he couldn’t see what he truly looked like. And who allowed him to still be that pain-fearing, crying child? At this thought, Fang Geyu’s heart felt as if it were seared and scraped by a knife, even forgetting her main purpose of coming here tonight to subdue and capture the Ghost. She thought to herself, if only that fool would show a slight weakness before her, not appearing so nonchalant and composed, she would gladly take the easy way out and not fuss over that confusion. If he exaggerated a bit more, hugging his wound and crying out in pain twice… Then she would caress the stinky kid’s face, coax him a bit, and condescend to coddle him. The lamp wick inside the oil lamp flickered from the breeze, swaying and blurring the sight. Fang Geyu’s steps under her skirt paused, her fair and handsome face blushing slightly as she suddenly realized how absurd her actions had been this night. Throughout her life, when it came to anything, she had a bit of affection but mostly a fleeting enthusiasm. Above the gates of the Lihe Sect, the precious cane that had taught Wei Chiyou a lesson was a top-grade Spiritual Artifact, worth a great deal. Fit for her esteemed jade hands, yet after it got a bit of dirty blood on it, she discarded it without a second thought, not feeling any heartache. Not to mention keeping a living creature, enduring enough trust, yet not getting that guy to be compliant, but instead being bullied by him to this extent. Having been so excessively patient, not once did she think of giving up on that stinky kid. Had she been bewitched by some Demon?

Chapter 280 - 280 278 There Must Be a Demon Living in His Heart

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