Chapter 38
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A light turns into a sword blade, and like lightning, it flies towards her.
Mu Yan wants to dodge, but she can't move faster than the sword blade.
There's a sharp pain in her chest, and the fluorescent sword blade suddenly enters her body, disappearing without a trace.
A moment later, an intense burning pain spreads from her chest to her limbs and bones.
Mu Yan's complexion is as pale as paper, and fine beads of sweat fall from her forehead.
When the searing pain was about to melt her bones, she felt as if her bones were about to melt.
Mu Yan couldn't bear it any longer. She kneels down on one knee, and a muffled groan of pain comes out of her mouth.
But it's only one sound. Afterwards, she clenches her teeth. Even if she bites her lips until they're bloody, she doesn't let out a single moan.
"What a stubborn little girl." The gentle female voice, with a low sigh and appreciation, echoes in Mu Yan's mind, "I actually appreciate your stubbornness … you being able to enter this cave proves that you have the blood of our Shen Musician clan in your body … but if you want to control the Tian Mo Qin, just having the blood isn't enough. Only a strong enough spirit, and a rich enough bloodline, can make the Tian Mo Qin recognize you as its master …"
"If you can't get through this, in order to not expose the existence of the Shen Musicians, I can only kill you and the little guy by your side. But I hope that you can succeed … "
That gentle female voice keeps ringing in Mu Yan's ears, as if to encourage her, and also as if to describe a bright and beautiful future for her.
At the same time, the pain in her body is getting more and more intense.
At this moment, it's no longer the pain of her bones and flesh, but the tearing and grinding from the depths of her soul.
Mu Yan can no longer hold on, and falls to the ground, her body curling up like a shrimp.
Her ears are buzzing, as if she can hear the sound of her blood boiling, and the crisp sound of her bones breaking inch by inch.
The human body can't bear the pain, and her instincts are urging her to faint.
A voice keeps saying in her ear: "Give up … go to sleep … as long as you sleep, you won't be in pain, you won't be tired, and you won't have to bear all kinds of suffering and suffering in this world …"
Mu Yan really feels that she can't hold on any longer.
But at this moment, she hears the hoarse cry of a child, "Niangqin, niangqin, come back!"
That voice was filled with a sobbing tone.
Her Xiaobao had been so well-behaved since she was young. She had a cold expression on her face and didn't like to cry or laugh. Yet, she knew how to take care of her Xiaobao!
Her son had never cried like this before!
How could she fall asleep! How could he leave Xiaobao alone in this world?
Muyan abruptly opens her eyes, using the Tian Mo Qin to support her body. She slowly climbs up, maintaining a kneeling posture on one knee.
The pain did not lessen in the slightest, but Mu Yan's opened eyes became brighter and brighter, as if there was a raging fire burning inside.
The fingers on the Tian Mo Qin dig into the rotten wood because of the pain.
His skin and flesh were pierced, and fresh blood flowed down the wound, winding through the lines on the tattered sleeves of the zither.
The gentle woman's voice rings in his ear again, "… If you can endure it and obtain the Shen Musician's inheritance, you will be able to move unhindered in the Three Realms …"
"So noisy!" Mu Yan said in a hoarse voice, interrupting the gentle female voice's incessant persuasion.
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