She was still wearing the same white dress, but it was stained with a little bit of blood. Even in the dark, the blood looked so eye-catching and even a little shocking!
She just curled up quietly in the corner and looked at me, with an indescribably complicated look in her eyes!
I never expected to meet her at this moment, and even tried to avoid it, but I couldn't avoid it after all.
"Tell me, am I stupid?"
She spoke, with a veil on her face, but mockery brewing in her eyes, and whispered: "If I had killed you last night, perhaps I wouldn't have ended up like this."
"You really should have killed me."
I lowered my head: "To be kind to the enemy is to be cruel to yourself."
"Hahahahaha..."
She suddenly raised her head and laughed: "Interesting!! I am a demon, but now I am being taught by a living person, teaching me that I shouldn't be too soft-hearted!"
At this point, her laughter stopped abruptly, and then she tilted her head to look at me, and said mockingly: "Little brother, tell me, who is scarier, the living person? Or am I, the demon, more cruel?"
I lowered my head, not knowing what to say.
In fact, the main reason was that I didn't dare to look into her eyes.
Silent, hesitant...
I don't know how long it took, but an impulse suddenly emerged in my heart. Once this impulse appeared, it was like a flood and a beast that instantly swallowed up my psychological defenses. I took a step forward and approached her completely involuntarily.
Maybe my series of actions came too suddenly, so that the weird medium was startled. The thing almost jumped up to catch me, but she blocked it. She didn't move, was extremely calm, and looked at me quietly from beginning to end.
"Little... Mengqi!"
I approached her, half squatted, and called out her name with some difficulty.
But these three simple words made her feel like she was struck by lightning and she began to tremble violently. After a moment, she seemed to finally calm down a little, and then her eyebrows slightly raised, as if she was smiling: "No one has called me by this name for a long time. I wait and wait every day, hoping that the two people who once called my name can call me again, really, just once, if they can come back, I can let go of all the hatred. Unfortunately, I know they can't come back. After I woke up from death, I thought every day and every night, what would my mother do if I was gone? I really hope that there is a kind person who can help her, But after I saw the ferocity of the beast hidden under the bright lights and wine, I knew that this was unlikely. Without medical expenses, she would definitely be kicked out of the hospital, right? She had just finished the operation, her body was still very weak, and she had no money. Where should she go? The weather is so cold, will she freeze to death, will she be hungry, will she be bullied by others when she sleeps on the street...
And my father, he just passed away without even a proper funeral. Will he be bullied by wild ghosts on the way to the underworld? Where will he go in his next life..."
She said softly, and I listened quietly, my heart was bleeding.
Her father is dead, I don't know, but her mother... I guess she is gone now!
It's expensive and difficult to see a doctor. Hospitals that save the dying and the wounded have never been kind shelters, but money-making machines born in the commercial society. Without medical expenses, how could the hospital take her in! !
Such things are too common in this society, I can guess it even without seeing it.
"But..."
She suddenly changed her tone at this time, and then looked at me and whispered softly: "I am also very happy that you can call me that. Although it is not the two people I hope for, I am also very satisfied..."
I wanted to say something, but my throat seemed to be blocked by something, and I couldn't say a word. I took a deep breath and whispered: "Can I see your wound?"
She was stunned and silent for a while, then gently pulled up the hem of her long skirt, revealing her white calves, and whispered: "It has become stiff and cold. All the blood there has been beaten out by his spiritual energy..."
Hanba, the most precious thing is the blood in the body, which is similar to the living blood of a living person. It is because of this blood that she is not stiff even after death, which is equivalent to another kind of rebirth. Now her legs are eroded by the spiritual energy burst out by Zhang Zhenlin's swearing blow, and they have become stiff again. It is obvious that this is the prelude to her turning back into a dead person again!
I touched her calf with trembling hands. It was very cold and her skin had no elasticity. This symptom continued to the bend of her calf. Her skin was still elastic and even had a faint temperature after the bend of her calf, but the part below her calf was no different from a frozen corpse.
"I am now using all my strength to contain and deal with the corpse. I have no strength to deal with you. Now is your best chance to kill me."
She looked at me quietly: "Although I am very unwilling, I didn't even have time to avenge my revenge, but... dying in your hands is also a good destination."
I took a deep breath, closed my eyes gently, and struggled...
Reason told me that killing her was the best choice.
But I didn't have a stone in my heart. I also had feelings. I really couldn't pull out this knife.
After hesitating for a long time, I finally made a decision that I felt was guiltless. I let out a long breath, stood up, slowly made way, and said in a deep voice: "Go, go and get revenge!"
"Xiaotian!!"
Hua Mulan's shocked and angry voice rang in my heart: "Do you know what stupid things you are doing?"
"I know."
I lowered my head and smiled bitterly, and said with some difficulty: "But, wife, I really can't do it, at least, I can't do it when her wish is not fulfilled!"
Hua Mulan was silent, and after a long time, she sighed softly: "Forget it, if you kill her with just one knife, you are not yourself. Well, I won't ask about this matter anymore, you can do it yourself."
I was full of bitterness and looked up at her. At this time, her eyes were also full of shock.
"Are you...really willing to let me go?"
She looked at me meaningfully and asked softly, "Aren't you afraid of following in my footsteps? Letting a tiger go back to the mountains is not a good thing?"
"I'm not letting you go!"
I said in a deep voice, "Letting you go is for justice. Those who kill will be killed. Those 'living dead' in Baiyangyu are not qualified to continue living! But after you take revenge, I will still kill you to avenge my uncle."
I almost used up all my strength to say this. This decision is definitely the stupidest decision I have made in my life, but sometimes people can't help but do stupid things.
How can you have both in the world? I just want to have a clear conscience.
"You are indeed a different person, with shocking ideas and unconventional ways of doing things."
She shrugged and whispered, "But I don't have the ability to take revenge now. I need to borrow something from you, so that I can have the strength to take revenge."
I was stunned: "What is it?"
She raised her eyebrows, as if she was smiling, and then gently took off the white veil hanging on her face. A beautiful and refined face immediately jumped into my eyes. The fair skin, the delicate nose, and the light red lips were really like a beauty walking out of a painting. It was so beautiful that it was hard to imagine that this was a fierce and powerful drought demon.
She hooked her finger at me: "Come here, get closer and I will tell you."
What the hell?
I was stunned, but I still moved closer to her, and finally stopped when I was less than ten centimeters away from her beautiful and refined face. She was like a lily with a faint fragrance that made me a little dazed.
The strange thing was that the smile on her face gradually disappeared at this time, and then she said: "The thing I asked you to borrow is - living! human! Yang! Qi!"
After that, she pressed her whole body towards me, and I had no time to dodge, and her two arms were wrapped around my neck. In an instant, a strong force came, pulling me forward uncontrollably, and then I hit her face directly, and my mouth was even more unlucky to be pressed against her lips.