The moonlight elongated the shadow on the window, but it clearly reflected every movement. The shadow lowered its head and extended its palm.
Meng Fuyao rushed in immediately.
Without another word, she raised her palm to block the descending palm. The sound of her palm was ferocious and murderous, but the man floated away with his back facing her as if he was weightless. She wanted to give chase, but suddenly felt a chill in front of her.
She looked down in horror and saw a fountain of blood spurting out. Her own blood splashed across the room like a rainbow bridge.
On the other side of the fountain, a bright knife light flashed behind the blood, and Ya Lanzhu's face flashed by.
At that moment, Fuyao's mind went blank.
Beep, beep …
How …
Before she could finish her thought, a hand reached out from beside her, holding a white jade bottle. With a gentle wave, the blood was sucked into the bottle. The person seemed to be laughing, and with a wave of his hand, he turned to grab her.
Meng Fuyao took a deep breath and endured the pain in her chest. She raised her hand to chop, but the person only turned around slightly. The pale red moonlight shone in, and suddenly disappeared.
Meng Fuyao's reaction was not slow, even though she was seriously injured. She immediately leaped up, wanting to break through the roof and call for help. Halfway through, the scene before her eyes changed.
The roof was gone, and in front of her was a pale red, coral-like moon. Under the moonlight, Zhangsun Wuji, dressed in a light purple robe, silently attacked with his palm. The pale Ya Lanzhu stabbed out with her knife, full of hatred.
His palm, her bayonet. His palm, her bayonet …
She replayed it over and over again in front of her eyes like a movie, as if she wanted to deepen the memory of this moment of pain in her mind until she could never forget it again.
In the replay, he experienced the pain of betrayal and deceit stabbing into his heart over and over again. It was like the endless cycle of reincarnation, until the original determination and determination in his mind were washed away, leaving only this moment of bone-piercing pain.
That pain of trust being destroyed.
Meng Fuyao's vision went black. A string in her mind was plucked countless times, until it could no longer bear the burden.
She fell.
Before she fell, a sentence flashed across her mind.
"There's a legend in Fufeng. This pale red, coral-like moonlight is the day when witchcraft flourishes in Fufeng. On that day, when top-notch sorcerers cast spells, even gods and ghosts would avoid them."
= = = =
When she woke up again, her vision was blurry.
There was no wind, no moon, no stars, and no light, but it was not complete darkness. Instead, it was a hazy gray, a pale gray without any vitality.
In the dust, someone said leisurely, "Originally, I only wanted to take your blood, but now I think … you're really a good primer …"
"Who are you?" she asked coldly.
The man's voice was calm, and it was hard to tell if it was a man or a woman. He seemed to be smiling. "Your master."
"Bah!" Fuyao's reply was very forceful.
The man was still smiling. "You are very strong. Your martial arts and willpower are close to the peak. It is indeed difficult to subdue you, but the benefits are endless. No matter what, I have to try."
Meng Fuyao pressed her hand against her chest. The knife had failed to pierce through her heart. Having experienced countless bloodshed, she would never forget the most basic defense, even when she was least prepared. Never aim your chest at anyone's hand.
That was what Zhangsun Wuji had once told her. As a superior, she had to abandon all emotional factors when necessary. She had to doubt when it was time to doubt, and trust when it was time to trust!
Just an inch off was enough to save her life. However, she was very weak from the loss of blood, and her opponent was extremely strong. He was not inferior to her at her peak, and even seemed to be stronger. If she wanted to escape, she would need to persevere.
Persevere.
She did not want to silently fall into the trap set by others and die in the chaos of heaven and earth.
Even if she died, she wanted to die in the Firmament, after touching that hope.
Meng Fuyao reached into her robes to take out the pill made from Teng Da that she had snatched from the Lost Valley. It was something that could dispel willpower control. However, it was only an antidote for the control. She was not sure if it would work against willpower control, nor could she be sure if it was really willpower control. Still, some hope was better than none.
Just as she reached into her robes, the man flicked his sleeve, and the small bag of pills rolled away, seemingly landing in a corner.
"You're in pain, aren't you?" The voice suddenly changed, becoming sorrowful and sorrowful. "Deceived … by the one you love … and then betrayed by the good friend you've always protected … it really hurts …"
The greyish-white scene before her suddenly rolled and changed, revealing Zhangsun Wuji's back as he floated towards Ya Lanzhu's bedroom. His palm also appeared.
At the same time, the conversation that floated in the wind echoed repeatedly.
"… Don't let her know …"
"… Border army mobilization …"
"… Hold on for me, wait for my side …"
…
"Why did you lie to me …" That sorrowful and sorrowful voice, coupled with those impactful scenes and words, washed over her mind. "Lie to me … Lie to me … People who swear so solemnly … can't be trusted …"
Her mind was stirred into a fierce blood-red, messy light, and chaotic thoughts. In her daze, it seemed that she had been deceived, and her consciousness was clearly told that as long as she admitted it, as long as she obeyed that understanding, she could be freed from this intense pain … But after a long while, she gritted her teeth and squeezed out a single word. "No!"
The voice paused, then changed its tone. It sounded more sorrowful and indignant. "Why did you hide it from me … What are you hiding from me!"
Layers upon layers of phantoms, menacing and menacing. This time, it was clearer and faster, like a fast-forward horror movie flashing in her mind. Zhangsun Wuji floated out, flashed into the bedroom, and landed his palm … There was even an additional scene of him turning around and smiling coldly after he succeeded, as if it was real.
Very real … Very real …
It's real … It's real …
A voice in her mind desperately told her … It's real, it's real, it's real …
"Why did you hide it from me … What are you hiding from me!"
'Who's that voice?' 'Ah, it's me, it's me, it's me, it's me who's angrily questioning him. Every word I say is heart-wrenching, it's me … No … No … No … No … No … No … No … No …
Her mind was like a knife, swaying amidst the chaotic light and shadow recitation. She hugged her head, her teeth sinking into her lips, and a thin line of blood appeared.
After a long while, her answer was still resolute. "No!"
The voice changed again, full of suspicion. "… What are you going there for? Why won't you let me go with her? Are you afraid that I'll find out something? "
The scene that followed was even more intense and exciting. Slow motion flashed in her mind bit by bit. Zhangsun Wuji turned a deaf ear to her call, and coldly landed his palm …
She hugged her head and rolled on the ground. Her wounds burst open as she struggled, and fresh blood splattered all over the ground. Yet, she did not feel it at all, only resisting the earth-shattering impact in her mind with all her might. The grayish-white in front of her gradually faded, and darkness descended bit by bit, bringing with it the color of blood. The world was so painful.
"No!"
The voice changed again, this time mournful. "… The so-called sincere follower can't outweigh the national interest!"
"No!"
"… Zhangsun Wuji, you betrayed me!"
"No!"
Helpless. "… Why can't you tell me clearly? We've been together for so long, and you betrayed my trust! "
"No!"
Confused and pained. "Pearl … my only close friend … Why are you doing this to me …"
"No!"
Shocked. "So you hate me! Pearl! You really do! "
"No!"
She spat out a mouthful of blood, splattering it all over the ground.
She could not see the blood. Her world had long been submerged in an even redder purgatory. The world was scorching hot, and there was magma everywhere. She tossed and turned in torment, using all her mental strength to resist the bewitchment of her will. She was determined not to let illusions and deceptions destroy her most precious trust in love and friendship.
They were the spiritual pillars that supported her to move forward bravely. Without them, she would no longer be herself.
They were the solid backing that allowed her to persevere until now. She had promised him that she would trust him!
No!
Of course not!
The eight 'no's' had consumed all her perseverance and willpower.
However, she was the only one in the world with such perseverance and willpower.
Under the Rakshasa's Moon and the Divine Sorcery Technique, the heavily injured woman chose to believe firmly. "No!"
The person beside her stopped breathing in surprise. He did not expect the severely injured and weak Meng Fuyao to be able to resist to the end under the intense pressure of her consciousness and the brainwashing of the virtual illusions.
This would have been impossible in the past.
No one in the world understood the cruelty and horror of this technique better than this person. It was destruction, collapse, slaughter, and twisting. It was the pinnacle of everything that could destroy one's spirit in the world.
In order to cultivate this technique, this person had exhausted his efforts and prepared for many years. He believed that even gods and ghosts could destroy his consciousness and make him submit to the illusion.
What kind of deep love and trust made her so determined to resist the mind-shifting technique that no one had been able to resist until now?
What kind of person could be so lucky to obtain such deep love and trust?
There was silence in the air. Other than the occasional strange 'ta ta' sound, only Meng Fuyao's heavy breathing could be heard. The person's pause was filled with horror and shock. It was the first time in his life that he had felt this way.
The pale red moonlight had already moved to the west. On the night of the Rakshasa's Moon, witchcraft would increase tremendously. It could create illusions that could shake the heavens and move the earth.
This once-in-a-decade heaven-sent opportunity was finally over due to the peerless woman's brazen resistance.
His painstaking and far-reaching plan could not fall short of success at the last moment.
A long, drawn-out sigh finally dissipated in the wind. It sounded like a sigh, a pity, and a pity.
"Since I can't get your will … I can only settle for the next best thing, your flesh and blood …"
A slender finger slowly stretched out.
Meng Fuyao opened her eyes in a daze, listening to the movements around her. The greyish-white fog in front of her had already been replaced by a blood-red color. Only a vague shadow could be seen. It seemed that the person's hand was very, very slow. Within the blood-red color, there was a slight hissing sound. It sounded very creepy, but it could not move in front of her for a long time.
The person seemed to be an expert in psychological attacks. Every word and every move was intended to destroy the enemy's will.
Indistinctly, that extremely soft sound seemed to be in front of her.
Something soft brushed past her cheeks, like a smooth silk ribbon.
Meng Fuyao raised her hand and caught it with lightning speed. That thing flashed so fast that it disappeared in an instant. Although she could not see it, she still followed the trajectory that she heard and pinched forward. With a 'ka' sound, she caught an extremely thin section of the tail. It was so thin that it was almost impossible to grasp it, but she held it firmly and flung it!
The thing hung limply in her hand.
The person seemed to be surprised and laughed softly. "You're really amazing, to be able to break Hoodlum under such circumstances … I'm starting to admire you. It's a pity that this thing is one of the most poisonous spells in the world. Not to mention touching it, even smelling it will kill you."
Before the person finished his sentence, Meng Fuyao had already collapsed. A layer of green air appeared on her face as she struggled and rolled on the ground silently. Wherever she passed by, there was another patch of blood. Hearing her gradually weakening breathing, the person laughed even more happily. "The Nine-tailed Raccoon can cure all the strange spells in the world, but only the Nine-tailed Raccoon's internal elixir can cure it. Not killing it is equivalent to killing yourself."
With light steps, the person's voice sounded regretful. "Really, I want a living and obedient you. That kind of you is too useful. If luck is on your side, the world can be mine. Now, I can only use a dead you with only flesh and blood left … But you're so strong, I can only settle for the next best thing."
It was as if someone's finger was reaching over. When it was still a meter away, the surrounding wind suddenly tightened. It was as if a god had reached out with his fingers like a pair of iron pincers to ruthlessly strangle fate's throat.
Meng Fuyao, who had rolled to the corner of the wall and was on her last breath, suddenly jumped up.
With one hand, she grabbed the small medicine pouch that had fallen to the corner of the wall. With a flash of black light, she used the Heaven Piercing Technique!
The black light was like a tide, surging with the color of blood and anger.
The tide whistled and rolled, as if it was made of steel. The light was like a halo within three feet of it. Everywhere the light passed, it was as if thousands of sharp swords were flying in all directions. Tiny beads of blood sprayed everywhere, and the sound of destruction could be heard everywhere.
Meng Fuyao had gathered all her strength to break the Heaven Piercing Technique!
The person was surprised. "Huh?" As expected, he did not dare to take the full force of such a top-notch expert's attack head-on. As he retreated, he seemed to see something. "Ah!" He raised his hand to meet the attack.
But Meng Fuyao had already started to retreat.
Her charge clearly looked as if she wanted to perish together with her opponent. There was no way for her to retreat, but when she retreated, she was as agile as a fish in the sea. She changed from charging forward to flying backward in an instant. She didn't even make a turn in the middle. With a loud bang, her back slammed into a wall behind her. Blood splattered everywhere, but her body had already passed through the wall. She turned around like a goshawk amidst the smoke and dust.
With a turn, the warm light shone on her face. In her blood-red vision, the sky brightened!
Dawn!
The legendary Rakshasa moonlit night, which no one took seriously, had already passed!
The moment she came into contact with the light from the sky, a loud bang sounded in her head. The remaining chaotic energy rushed over and destroyed her consciousness in an instant.
She immediately grabbed a handful of pills. She could not see what kind of medicine it was, so she swallowed them randomly.
Behind her, the sound of clothes rustling in the wind could be heard. She immediately leaped up and sprinted with all her strength. Nothing could be seen in her blood-red vision. She relied entirely on her super strong foundation to maintain her balance. She ran wildly without any sense of direction.
She ran wildly.
First, she ran over the high and low eaves, the twisting and turning streets. Then, she ran over the undulating mountains and plains.
In the end, she forgot why she was running.
She had a splitting headache. It was a side effect of the huge mental damage. The lingering effects of the control kept circling in her mind. Every time it struck her, she would forget a layer of the past and reality.
In order to prevent herself from losing her memory, she kept searching for medicine in her medicine pouch. For convenience's sake, her medicine pouch was filled with pills of all sizes. She was not meticulous enough to remember the size of each pill, so she had no choice but to take the pills according to her feelings. Anyway, the poison was placed elsewhere, and the medicine inside was meant to treat illnesses. It should not be a big problem.
However, even if they were all meant to treat illnesses, the consequences of mixing them up was unpredictable. The consequence she encountered was intermittent and fuzzy memory disorder. Sometimes, she remembered everything, and sometimes, she forgot everything.
She ran wildly in that chaos. When she remembered everything, she wanted to find Zhangsun Wuji. However, when she ran out, she did not have a direction. After a while, she became more and more uncertain. She had already left the city, but she did not know.
In the end, she took too much medicine and became more and more confused. She rarely thought of Zhangsun Wuji's name, but a vague figure would often flash through her mind. She heard a call, and she also vaguely felt that it was a very important person, a very urgent call. She had to rush over and return to his side. Thus, she ran even more energetically, only to run further and further away.
Because of her, she was blind.
When she was fighting against the opponent's technique, she resolutely chose to condense true Qi. Only by condensing true power could she escape. Thus, she did not use all her attention to protect her brain and consciousness. As a result, under the joint attack of the greyish-white fog that might have been mixed with poison and the destruction of will, blood clots appeared in her brain. The blood clots flowed down and affected her vision.
The toxins in the body could be expelled, but the ones that went up to the eyes could not be controlled. No one could practice martial arts to the eyes.
She was well aware of the consequences, but she still made the cruel choice. She would rather be blind than be controlled by the opponent and become a puppet to harm others.
She, Meng Fuyao, was very valuable now. The Great Wan Empress was secondary, but if she was used to threaten the Boundless Han Xuanyuan and murder those three, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Thus, she could pay any price and not be controlled!
The price was as heavy as Mount Tai to those who ignored feelings. But to those who cherished feelings, it was nothing!
Blind was blind! 'I know!'
If the opponent knew that Meng Fuyao was still able to divert her attention to condense true power in order to escape, and that she could make such a cruel decision, he would be even more amazed.
Meng Fuyao, who had been tempered through a storm of blood, had perseverance that was hard to match!
She endured the mental devastation of the night and persevered until the end of the Rakshasa moon.
She chose to blind herself in order to successfully escape the last attack.
She pretended to be poisoned and was on the verge of death in exchange for a chance to retrieve the medicine pouch.
She answered with eight unequivocal "No!", In exchange for her complete self, for the people she cared about would not be threatened because of her.
She felt that she was very good, very good. She had truly done what Zhangsun Wuji had taught her, to doubt when she doubted, and to trust when she trusted!
The conversation she had heard that night had truly been Zhangsun Wuji's. Zhangsun Wuji had indeed been acting strangely during that period of time. Given her temperament, it was inevitable that she would be suspicious and attempt to investigate. However, when that "Zhangsun Wuji" had floated into Ya Lanzhu's bedroom and slapped down with his palm, she had immediately determined that this was a fake.
The reflection of Wuji's palm on the window was too long. She was very familiar with Zhangsun Wuji's hand and could even recognize a shadow.
She had never truly doubted him.
A politician's political considerations were necessary. From Zhangsun Wuji's point of view, he would make a choice for the benefit of the nation. It was a subconscious thought. After she had ascended to the throne as the Great Wan Empress, Zhangsun Wuji had often talked to her about the ways of a ruler. This had fostered her habit of making political considerations, boldly doubting, and carefully seeking confirmation.
However, she did not think that Zhangsun Wuji would really make that choice.
Still, even his rival in love had not made a move, let alone Ya Lanzhu.
He might not have placed her and the nation's interests first, but he had always tried his best to balance them and never wanted to cause conflict.
I know your feelings.
Do you know my feelings?
Just like what He Chi had said, she had only been impolite to Zhangsun Wuji, not because she was angry, but because she wanted to see him live a fuller life. She did not want him to only have Meng Fuyao in his world.
Only Meng Fuyao? If she left, how would he live a long life?
A person's world was too barren and completely occupied by one thing. That was a very scary thing.
She did not want him to fall into such a nightmare.
Nightmare …
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