C153 (2/2)

Xing Qian shook his head. ”Of the entire race of Tree Spirits, only I and the patriarch are able to use rattan demons to control the Evil Eye. Since the tribe leader can't leave, I'm the only one who can control it.” Xing Gan shook his head. According to what I told you before, Bai Yiyi was the daughter of the Clan Chief who died in the Second Immortal Demon War. In my eyes, she is a hero, but in the eyes of the Demon Tribes, she is a traitor.

I know!” At this moment, a trace of a smile appeared on Bi Huan's face. ”I've heard about her story before. Back then, even the Immortal Emperor shed a tear for her. Amongst our human race, she was also a hero.

A bitter smile appeared on Xing Gan's face. He looked up at the pitch black night sky and slowly asked, ”What about you? Why didn't you rush up to take revenge on me?”

Bi Huan self-deprecatingly said, ”Avenge? Me? Look at me, at this moment, I look like a cripple. ”Very soon, I will die in pain. Since I cannot kill you, I will die by your hands. Send me to meet my dead brother.”

”Also,” Bi Huan put away his smile and continued to speak, ”My entire life has been spent under orders, and I don't have any thoughts of my own. Even if I do, I can only hide it, but before I die, I want to follow my own decision, and I feel that you, aren't the kind of villain who committed great sins. You have your own difficulties, and I can feel the sadness in your heart from the flute music.

”It does feel terrible, more painful than death. However, I can only endure it in silence.”

”Hahahaha, who would've thought that the person who always shouted that he would take revenge for his brother would now be chatting happily with his enemy and drinking wine to burn like a friend.”

”Friend, if it weren't for Jin Ping City's misfortune, we might not have met each other, but right now, even though we know each other, it's impossible for us to be friends. You and I know each other, it can be considered fate, and it's also a joke. How about this, I'll play the last song for you.”

Xing Qian took out his wooden flute and began to slowly play it again. Flames danced in the air as if they were made by the flute. Bi Huan slowly closed her eyes as well. She tapped her thigh with her right index finger and began to hum along with the flute.

That night was extremely peaceful. Besides the crackling of the bonfire, the clear sound of the flute could be heard very far away, but it did not disturb the sleeping villagers.

Suddenly, the flute music stopped and Bi Huan abruptly opened his eyes. He opened his mouth and spat out a stream of red mist. His skin and flesh rapidly shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Bi Huan was in tremendous pain. Her hands, which were like dried branches, tore at her hair and flesh, and her legs, which were kicked wildly. Traces of blood seeped out of her eyes and nose, and her expression was extremely ferocious as she said with difficulty, in a hoarse voice, ”Quickly, kill me!”

Xing Qian ignored him and continued playing. The poison from a hundred-year old skeleton would last for one day and one night. Only then would Bi Huan die. However, the pain in his heart was unimaginable.

After the time it took half an incense stick to burn, Xing Gan finally finished blowing. He slowly stopped and looked at Bi Huan beside him. Bi Huan's face was haggard and haggard. His eyes were bloodshot and deeply sunken. Dark blood was frozen on his face, making him look extremely terrifying. His body had lost a lot of weight, as if he would fall apart at any moment.

”Quickly kill me!”

”This wooden flute is for you. I hope you can remember that song of peace,” he said in a low voice. ”I can't ask for anything from you, since I don't have the qualifications, but I hope that you can reduce the number of massacres and protect me in the future. This world can no longer withstand the fire of war, and since it's just a dream, let me take one last look at this world.”

After he finished speaking, Xing Qian placed the wooden flute to the side, extended his right hand, and pointed at Bi Huan's dantian. His fingers slowly extended like the roots of a tree and entered Bi Huan's navel.

The red color gradually spread to Xing Gan's dantian, but he showed no signs of stopping. Bi Huan's pain had lessened greatly, and she was only lying on the ground panting heavily. She couldn't move at all. She could only look at Xing Gan with worry, unable to even speak.

His entire right arm had turned completely pink, and as it gradually spread throughout his body, Xing Qian's expression became more and more painful. His body began to slowly turn into wood, inch by inch, from the fingertips of his right arm to the rest of his body. In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, his entire body had become half wooden, but he still didn't stop, and all of the mist was sucked into his body until the very last wisp of it …

At this moment, Xing Gan was no longer a human form. He calmly looked at Bi Huan, who lay motionless on the ground, and said with difficulty, ”This is my seed, and I should bear the consequences. I only wish that, with my own death, I could redeem …” ”Sin …”

With each step he took, Xing Gan walked to the small hill at the village entrance. He looked at the distant sun that had yet to rise and murmured, ”Dawn will come …”

Closing his eyes slowly, Xing Gan endured all of Bi Huan's pain with a smile on his face. His entire body had turned into a block of wood, forever silent. Only two words appeared on his body, ”Peace.”

Peace Village. From then on, the people of Shaxi Village respectfully renamed the village Peace Village, while Bi Huan, using his spirit energy to recover some of his strength the next morning, knelt in front of Xing Gan's dried up wood. Although it was a little awkward, he played the entire peace song without the slightest interruption …