C153 (1/2)

”When the spring wind blew across the fields and the earth was full of green branches, the smile on your face became even more brilliant. Barefooted, you walked into the distance, towards the direction of the rising sun. The men of the field laughed and asked, ”Where are you going, you said, toward the cleanest world in your heart?” Green wind, dark blue water, heaven stage white clouds, I will never regret it. You used your life to step into every land, in exchange for our eternal peace … ”

Xing Gan's wooden flute began to flutter, carrying with it a hint of warmth and a hint of nostalgia. When the innocent villagers heard this, their expressions became tranquil, and they all simultaneously stopped what they were doing. With a pious smile, they gently closed their eyes, as if they were enjoying a baptism.

Bi Huan also heard the flute music. A hint of melancholy appeared in her eyes, as if she was thinking of her dead brother and her life as a hunter. She actually sighed lightly and slowly closed her eyes, immersing herself in the beautiful music with a hint of sadness.

The villagers had long since set up a bonfire. They surrounded the bonfire, roasting the melon and corn, drinking the rice wine and tea, talking and laughing as if they were holding precious delicacies in their hands, as if they were nectar and jade dew. Some of them even sang and danced near the bonfire.

At this moment, Xing Gan and Bi Huan were also sitting by the fire. Neither of them said a word as they watched the scene unfold. Xing Qian had always been smiling, but Bi Huan had always been like a log in the beginning.

After rejecting her request, he finally agreed to it. Although he didn't know how to dance, the dance in the village was simple and hot. It was ordinary and full of passion, like the bonfire in the middle that crackled and burned, but the light and warmth it emitted affected everything in the surroundings.

Bi Huan was drunk on the scene and had forgotten all about it. Perhaps it was on purpose, because once tonight passed, it would be time for the poison to break out. At that time, he would undoubtedly die. To be able to enjoy his life before dying may have been an extravagant dream on his part, but I knew that he wouldn't die because there was still Xing Qian, who was watching over them with a smile on his face.

Bi Huan was a bit drunk. She was really drunk. She leaned against the wooden block and continued to drink the coarse rice wine in her mouth. Although she wasn't drunk, she was drunk herself. The villagers had already dispersed. It was already morning, and they were still working in the morning. Bi Huan and Xing Gan were the only ones left silently watching the bonfire.

”Do you like it here?”

Bi Huan drank a mouthful of wine. With a trace of haziness in her eyes, she slowly nodded her head.

”Actually, they weren't like this before.”

”What were they like before?”

”In the past, they loved to kill and to fight. Perhaps it might not have come from their own hearts, but they all chose this path at the same time.”

”You changed them?”

”Something like that.” Xing Qian smiled. ”It doesn't matter. I just woke them up with a hidden peace in their hearts. They like this kind of peace. They like living a free and unfettered life.”

”Yeah.” Bi Huan propped herself up from the ground and sat unsteadily not far away from Xing Gan. ”If I hadn't been so ambitious before, perhaps I would be sitting here with my brothers, enjoying the peace of life.”

”The ones who die can no longer be changed, but the hope, will always be there.”

”Is that so?” Bi Huan laughed self-deprecatingly. Her eyes suddenly became serious as she stared at Xing Qian. ”Then why did you erase my hope?” she asked. Why kill so many innocent people? ”

When he explored the poison in Bi Huan's body, he could only use demonic energy, and the thousands of threads formed by his fingers were exactly the same demonic arts that the puppet had used in Gold Level City all those years ago. Bi Huan had never forgotten them, so it was within reason that he had recognized them, but why had Bi Huan delayed until now to reveal that his hatred had filled his entire body and mind?

I wanted to die, but I wasn't willing to do so. I wanted to repay my sins, I wanted to make up for my mistakes, and even if I knew that I would never be able to erase this stain in my life, I would still be a hero among my people.

Xing Gan's voice trembled, full of self-blame and pain, but his expression was firm, full of responsibility.

”Mission? ”Hehe, it's just an excuse.” Bi Huan's tone was surprisingly calm. He took another big gulp of wine and sighed, ”Who the hell are you? Who was that person in Jinping City? Then what about the eyeball? ”

”I … I am a member of the Tree Spirit Race of the Southern Kingdom. My name is Xing Gan. The person in Jinping City can be said to be a puppet, or it can be said to be a rattan demon. The rattan demon race lives in our tribe, and every member of the tree spirit will have a rattan demon living on their body that will slowly grow along with the tree spirit. We can control it to help us do things, and they will also be able to draw the necessary nutrients and cultivation resources from us. In Jinping City, the rattan monster was living on top of me. I was still thinking about using it to bind that Evil Eye of Enmity, but I didn't expect that it would overestimate my strength. That Eye of Evil is the eye of our Clan Chief, and he used the resentment from our second and third battles with the Immortals and Demons to combine it with the eyes of the tribe member of the Tree Spirit Tribe. It can be said to be the most evil thing in the world. ”

”Then what about yourself, why didn't you fight? The rattan monsters living on you are already this powerful, I believe your cultivation is no weaker than an immortal. ”