Chapter 579: Life and Death III (2/2)

”He-hello? Is anyone there?” This time, she heard a woman's voice.

'It hurts… please… make it stop….'

Another one echoed, this time, a child. This time, it was louder than it ever did before. The voice, it was screaming, in pain, calling her for help.

Qinyang could hear it reverberating in her ears, calling, screaming to her. She looked around, but no matter how long, she could not see anyone, ”Where are you!?”

Finally, she called out, and at first, there was silence for a moment. The purple haze then ebbed due north, collecting to a single point. The haze released Qinyang from her state of ecstasy and returned to her normal state, ”N-no!”

She screamed and ran after the purple haze. Quickly, her feet carried her far, yet never far enough. She halted her pursuit only when she noticed that something had gone wrong.

The voices returned, but now, they didn't feel distant. Instead, were approached… very quickly. Over the horizon, the purple haze emerged, thicker than before. Qinyang should have been overjoyed, yet she was nothing short of horrified because with it came another.

It was another tide, no, that was wrong. It was more of a tsunami following the purple haze, a tsunami made of blood, filled with mangled bodies of the undead, all screaming, for help and salvation. Qinyang turned her back, she wanted to get away.

But the wave was far too quick and then, it reached her, and swallowed her!

BOOM!

The wave did not care who or what she was, it devoured her whole. The hands of the dead grabbed hold of her, not allowing her to leave, they wished to be saved and be freed from their wretched existence, and amidst their despair, they unknowingly began dragging their only savior into the depths of despair.

[I-I can't breathe… he-help… Mother… Father….] Qinyang's body was invaded by the murky blood, and just as death was about to drag her into the depths, a hand took hold of hers and dragged her back up!

”LEAVE HER!” A loud voice echoed and pulled her back up and blasted the tsunami of blood into nothing.

Coughing up blood, Qinyang had trouble looking at who it was who saved her. Slowly, the light gave way for her sight, ”Fa-father?”

'Wang Ling' looked at Qinyang puzzled and then, he began to laugh, ”Haha, we do look that much alike, huh. But, no, I'm not Wang Ling… I'm you're brother — Aether.”

The Emperor of Death introduced himself.