Other than the demons, no one would eat human flesh.
Even if there was such a freak, they would only do it in private. They would never dare to announce it to the public, much less have such a proud expression on their faces.
The black-clothed girl's words were very absurd and sounded like a joke. Logically speaking, it could only be a joke, but the people in the pavilion could not find it in themselves to laugh. This was because this place was deep in the mountains, far away from the mortal world, on a lake on a cold winter night. This was a place where strange stories were most likely to occur, and she had a very serious expression.
An atmosphere of fear and unease enveloped the pavilion, occupying everyone's minds. Shame could easily make a person angry, but fear could as well, because both forced one to confront one's mental weakness. That Sir Yang had originally wanted to say a few words of explanation, but when he spoke, his words turned into angry rebuke from shame.
"Am I wrong? These medicines can save lives, but they're being used by you to satisfy your appetites! What you eat is human flesh! What you drink is human blood! "
"What you say is naturally correct." The black-clothed girl's childish face became cold. "Because I have always eaten human flesh and drank human blood."
As she spoke, a howl of pain rose from the pavilion. Sir Yang's hand had been severed at the wrist!
With a cry of panic and a string of crystalline beads of blood flying into the night sky, the severed hand was controlled by an invisible energy and floated to the black-clothed girl.
She looked at the severed hand and slightly arched her brow. She did not move for the moment, her thoughts inscrutable.
The crowd stared in horror at this bloody sight, thinking, will she really eat that severed hand?
An Hua noticed that the black-clothed girl had an abnormally serious and serious expression, cautious and focused, even seeming to have a divine aura.
This discovery filled her with boundless fear and made her body abnormally cold, because it made her think of the girl she had seen in the tavern at Gaoyang Village.
"Stop messing around," a voice came from the shore of the lake.
The young man who had suddenly vanished walked back from the bridge.
The appearance of this person caused the oppressive, tense, and fearful atmosphere in the pavilion to inexplicably relax.
Perhaps it was because of his gentle tone, or perhaps it was because his clean and delicate face gave off a harmless feeling.
The black-clothed girl angrily said, "How was I messing around? That's the braised mutton you made for me. How am I supposed to eat it after that guy's dirty hands touched it? "
The young man came out of the pavilion, looked at her and said, "Are you going to bite his hand just because of this?"
The girl in black said angrily, "I don't care! I want to eat human flesh! I eat human flesh anyway, so why can't I? "
The young man said helplessly, "You tried it two years ago. You don't like it. Why are you still thinking about it?"
The girl in black snorted and said, "If I can't eat human flesh, would I still be me?"
"Be good. You just said that this hand is very dirty. Quickly throw it away." The young man said to her. There was a hint of pampering in his voice, but more of helplessness, care, responsibility, and obligation. It was like a senior talking to a junior, but strangely, there was a hint of fear.
This conversation was also very strange. When had eating human flesh ever been brought up to the table to be discussed?
Of course, everyone thought it was ridiculous, but apart from Mr. Yang who was about to faint from the pain, everyone hoped that this young man could convince the girl in black.
No one wanted to have nightmares every night for the rest of their lives.
The black-clothed girl was clearly very unhappy, but in the end, she still obeyed and threw the severed hand into the lake.
The crowd finally sighed in relief at this sight.
"I know what you want, but I really can't give it to you. In addition …"
The young man's gaze fell on An Hua's face as he said, "The lamb bowl and wine pot truly do have medicinal ingredients, but they are not what you want."
An Hua had already confirmed that he was the master of the Cinnabar Pill and was confused as to why he would speak to her out of all these people.
The young man continued, "I'm not that extravagant of a person. If this meat and wine can save people, I naturally won't use them to satisfy my own appetite."
An Hua felt even more confused. This person was assuredly no ordinary person, and there was no need for him to explain anything to an ordinary teacher of the Thirteen Divisions of Radiant Green. But when she saw the painfully groaning Mr. Yang, her confusion was replaced by sorrow. "But in the end, you are still powerful figures who disregard the lives and deaths of ordinary people."
The young man gazed at her serious and stubborn expression and became slightly dazed. He was probably thinking of a girl who had once cultivated in the Thirteen Divisions of Radiant Green.
Perhaps it was for this reason that he wanted to give an explanation.
"You are a pure healer. You are a true soldier."
He looked at An Hua and the general and said, "But this person is different. He is not an ordinary doctor. I can see his greed, so a broken hand is the price he needs to pay."
Just like his previous explanation, there was no evidence and it was based on his own judgment, making it very difficult to believe. But when they saw the young man's clear and clean eyes, An Hua and the general believed him.
The young man regretfully said, "I didn't think that I would be found so quickly."
The mood in the pavilion once more grew tense. Everyone gripped their sabers and crossbows, their breathing a little hurried as they wondered, is this person planning to silence us? If they had not seen the black-clothed girl silently cut off Mr. Yang's wrist, they might have laughed at this idea as wishful thinking, but no one dared to think this.
Yet the young man did nothing. He only called the black-clothed girl out of the pavilion and then turned to walk back to the bridge.
Only now did everyone notice that he had been carrying a bag this entire time. It turned out that he had been making preparations for his departure when he had vanished.
An Hua was still a woman, so her thoughts were more meticulous and her thoughts were more complex.
If they had packed their bags in such a short time, did this mean that they were preparing to leave at any moment?
What was he hiding from? Was it the world-renowned reputation, extraordinary riches, and endless danger brought by the Cinnabar Pill? Or was it the world itself?
Just who was this young man? What sort of story did he have?
The general had come with military orders, so he was naturally unwilling to let the other party leave. With a shout, he charged out of the pavilion.
With a boom, dust flew up from the pavilion. He was blocked by an invisible barrier and jolted to the ground.
The crowd finally realized that the other party had laid down a seal in the pavilion before leaving. Perhaps there was no danger, but it made it impossible for them to stop their departure.
An Hua walked to the edge of the pavilion and shouted at the backs of the two, "We just want to ask for a Cinnabar Pill to save our lives."
The young man did not turn around. "I really don't have any more. The next batch will be in a few days. Go back and wait."
An Hua somewhat despondently shouted, "But he can't wait any longer."
"There are many things that we cannot decide for ourselves. We can only resign ourselves to fate."
The young man continued to lead the black-clothed girl to the end of the wooden bridge, talking along the way.
"In the future, don't make trouble out of nothing."
"When was I making trouble out of nothing!"
"Then can you not be so tyrannical? Killing and eating people at the slightest provocation is really not good. "
"Those people came to steal something! They might even want to attack you, so I naturally had to kill them. If I could kill them, what's the big deal about eating them while I'm at it? "
"I know that you also don't want to eat them, so why force yourself …"
"When did I ever say that I didn't want to eat human flesh? Wasn't it just because you had a point? That hand was too dirty, and it was too troublesome to wash it and pluck the hair … "
"I was just giving you a way out so that it would be easier for you to come down."
"Hey! If you say that, aren't you putting me on a ladder again? And besides, please understand that I was giving you face! "
As they listened to this conversation and watched the gradually fading figures, the people in the pavilion all felt very complex emotions.
Just when they thought that everything that had happened tonight would become a memory, an unforgettable cold dream that would disappear without a trace in their lives …
Suddenly.
The starlight and snow in the sky suddenly began to madly dance. A massive rock howled down from the sky and smashed against the wooden bridge.
The lake water roiled, waves surged, splinters of wood flew, dust and snow obscured the entire sky.
The wooden bridge was broken and the lake was thrown into chaos.
The young man and the black-clothed girl stood by the broken bridge, their clothes slightly wet.
The silence was particularly oppressive.
Suddenly, there was the howl of wind. It was the cold wind blowing at the embers.
Then there was the sound of metal grinding against metal and the clashing of armor.
Countless torches were lit by the lake, gradually illuminating the scene.
There were people everywhere.
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