688 Why Have You Wronged Me? (1/2)
With the lightest of scratches, a large piece of flesh detached itself from his body and fell to the ground. At present, his physical body was not just weak, it could only be described as horribly frail!
Ouyang Xiaoshe shrieked and clawed at himself desperately. His entire skin and flesh had been clawed away, yet, he only felt the itch instead of the pain, as if it was the only thing he could feel at that moment. Unable to endure it any longer, he dashed outwards a few feet frantically and rolled himself against the ground, rubbing his skin against the rough surface.
The places he came into contact with were left with bloodstains mixed with gory pieces of flesh.
He screamed, moaned and cursed, rolling on the ground hysterically.
”Give me a quick relief!”
”Relieve me of this misery!”
Ouyang Xiaoshe screamed and begged in desperation.
Stomp!
Yun Yang placed his foot against Ouyang Xiaoshe's neck, making him face upwards as his cold eyes gaze coldly into Ouyang Xiaoshe's disoriented ones. ”Answer a few of my questions, and I shall consider granting you a salve,” Yun Yang demanded icily.
Ouyang Xiaoshe could no longer hear his words clearly. The only thing he felt was the unbearable itch. Now that his neck was being stepped on, locking him in place, his whole being still struggled and writhed desperately.
The condition of Ouyang Xiaoshe's body was horrendously pitiful. There was no longer any flesh covering his abdomen, and his intestines had already spilled out of his body in tangled ropes. Yet, he still convulsed and twitched spasmodically.
In a normal situation, even an ace practitioner would not be too far off from his expiry date in a similar condition - he would have been long dead, far beyond any attempts of resurrection. However, this normal situation did not apply to Yun Yang...
As Yun Yang lifted his arm, a whiff of cool energy mixed with the air of vitality enveloped Ouyang Xiaoshe's body.
With a shudder, Ouyang Xiaoshe realized in surprise that the itch had completely disappeared, his consciousness returning as he grew more clear-headed.
He tried his best to refocus his vision and noticed a fog-like presence hovering before him. It gradually took the shape of a human as two icy glares shot out of the eyes, completely void of emotions as they fixated upon his face.
”Supreme Cloud...” Ouyang Xiaoshe mumbled. ”Grant me a quick relief. I might have hurt your father, but... we have been brothers for the past seventy years after all... though I might have crossed him... this torture, and my life as a form of payback - these should suffice, right?”
His eyes were glazed with a lost, perplexed look as if he had seen something, and suddenly screamed. ”Dugu! Brother, I'm sorry! I'm truly sorry...”
Yun Yang's heart twitched with a violent jerk as he delivered another wave of cool energy. He forced out the words through clenched teeth. ”You're right. You and Old Dugu were brothers – that was why when he went to the Empire of Ziyou, he never attempted to look for anyone else but you! He placed his trust in you, and treated you like a true brother – but you sent him to straight to hell!”
Ouyang Xiaoshe gradually grew more lucid by the second, yet he was overwhelmed by a boundless, earth-shattering pain that came after the unbearable itch had ceased. He stayed gasping for a while, and finally, let out a forlorn laugh. ”Yes, I am despicable! I deserve whatever consequences that would befall on me – please, kill me! I shall travel to the underworld to deliver my apologies personally to him, and make my amends.”
”Apologize? Make amends? What do you think is the reason I spared your sorry life up until this moment? It's only to ask you a question, on behalf of Old Dugu.” Yun Yang responded frostily.
He looked into Ouyang Xiaoshe's eyes deeply, and said word by word, ”Why have you wronged me?”