“Baili roared, waving his arms as black energy surged out like tens of thousands of hands reaching for Xiao Qiyu’s life.
Seeing this, she didn’t dodge.
The black energy wrapped around her, but she only held her long sword to her chest and kicked off, flying straight towards Baili.
The black energy slashed through her clothes and skin like sharp blades, causing blood to flow freely.
Yet, Xiao Qiyu didn’t even flinch.
Ignoring her own safety, she forced her way through the encirclement to get close to Baili.
In a flash, Xiao Qiyu’s sword pierced into the skeleton’s chest, while Baili’s hand clamped around her slender neck.
“The Tiger Dragon Cave cannot be opened!!” He increased the pressure, intending to bury Xiao Qiyu here.
“Thanks for… your concern…” she said, her fingers tracing the sword, spreading crimson everywhere.
Her right hand, stained with blood, quickly inscribed a spell on Baili’s chest.
Baili opened his mouth, black energy swirling, while Xiao Qiyu closed her eyes and chanted.
In an instant, the spell covered Baili’s front.
Amidst the furious roars, Xiao Qiyu’s mouth bled slightly.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes, reaching into the tattered cloth to grab the White Tiger Ring Head.
Baili immediately reached out to stop her, but Xiao Qiyu’s lips curled into a smile.
“Mr. Baili, rest in peace.”
As her words fell, a sudden burst of red light appeared.
Xi Fuhong, standing at a distance, couldn’t see the two fighting clearly, only noticing the circle surrounded by black suddenly explode with red light, which was truly dazzling.
She closed her eyes, only hearing a loud rumble in her ears.
A fierce wind suddenly blew, filling the room with sand and dust, and several parts of her body were hit by debris, causing her to bite her lower lip in pain.
“Xiao Qiyu!! Where are you!!” Xi Fuhong shouted, squinting her eyes desperately to find the slender figure.
“Damn mortals!… Regret!! You will regret it!!” Baili’s roar echoed with the wind.
Xi Fuhong felt the stone slab under her feet loosen, suddenly tilting her whole body.
She jumped to another spot, but soon the entire floor cracked.
Rubbing her eyes vigorously, she saw Xiao Qiyu half-kneeling by the stone platform.
Without a word, she rushed over, and when she was five steps away, her face turned pale.
“You’re, you’re hurt! So much blood… you’re bleeding so much!!” She trembled as she looked at Xiao Qiyu, who was covered in tattered clothes, her exposed skin slashed by blades, blood already staining her dark clothes red.
Xiao Qiyu, with disheveled hair, was half-kneeling in front of a pile of white bones, holding a blood-stained half-moon white jade.
Xi Fuhong kept calling out, but found that Xiao Qiyu seemed unable to hear, only staring at the White Tiger Ring Head in her hand, not reacting at all.
“Wake up! Xiao Qiyu! Xiao Qiyu!!” Not daring to shake her hard, Xi Fuhong could only keep calling beside her.
After a moment, she responded, slowly raising her head, her dark eyes looking at Xi Fuhong.
“…Ling Xue…”
The author has something to say: After being lazy for a week, I’m back to update silently… I’ll update every few days in the future, I’ll try to write as much as possible, please be patient, but trust me, this story won’t be abandoned! Absolutely not!!
☆ Chapter 42: Hard to Distinguish Between True and False
Xi Fuhong was speechless for a moment, stunned.
…Ling Xue?
“Ah!!” The stone slab under her feet shook violently, and Xi Fuhong stepped forward to support Xiao Qiyu.
Suddenly, a loud noise came from afar, and two rows of wall pillars collapsed.
She tried to pull Xiao Qiyu, but she seemed to be in a daze, sitting foolishly on the ground.
Xi Fuhong couldn’t move her, so she had to shield her body from the falling debris.
Now, there was no way to escape.
Xi Fuhong widened her eyes, not knowing what to do.
Suddenly, her neck felt heavy as Xiao Qiyu reached out to encircle her body.
Xi Fuhong lowered her head, seeing a familiar and gentle smile.
Before she could shout, she and Xiao Qiyu both fell.
The boulders collapsed, the coffin tilted, the white bones scattered, and in the midst of the spinning world, Xi Fuhong couldn’t see anything.
She only felt the debris hitting her body painfully, the sand stinging her eyes, and the person beside her holding her tightly, almost tearing her arm off.
The noise in her ears gradually diminished, and she felt herself tumbling several times before finally crashing into a soft embrace.
Regaining her footing, Xi Fuhong immediately propped herself up.
It was pitch black all around, not a single finger could be seen.
She fumbled for the fire starter in her sleeve, and after a few tries, blew out a flame, almost burning her own clothes in fright.
Xiao Qiyu had saved her, but at the cost of herself.
Her wounds continued to bleed, staining her clothes red, and her left arm, with a bluish-black corpse aura, seemed to be tormenting her.
The gentle smile was gone, leaving only a weak and tired expression.
“What to do… what to do…” Xi Fuhong frantically searched through her sleeve, finally finding the porcelain bottle Xue Baihua had given her.
Although she didn’t know if it would work against the corpse aura, it shouldn’t harm the wounds.
She couldn’t care less, directly opening it and pouring out two pills, forcing them into Xiao Qiyu’s mouth.
“Swallow it first, it’s medicine from the Divine Doctor, it won’t harm you.” She urged softly, and indeed saw Xiao Qiyu swallow.
Seeing her take the medicine, Xi Fuhong immediately took off her outer clothes, tearing them into strips to bandage Xiao Qiyu’s larger wounds.
Fortunately, although there were many cuts, none were deep enough to reach the bone.
After several treatments, the situation was temporarily stabilized.
Xi Fuhong sat beside Xiao Qiyu, looking up.
There was a faint light above, surely the tomb they had fallen from, but they were trapped deep underground, unable to climb up for the time being.
“…Cough, cough…” A few light coughs from Xiao Qiyu caught Xi Fuhong’s attention.
“What’s wrong? Are you uncomfortable somewhere?” The Divine Doctor wouldn’t give poison, right?
Hearing the voice, Xiao Qiyu opened her eyes, her dark pupils somewhat dazed in the firelight.
“…Ling Xue…” She spoke with difficulty, but kept murmuring the same name.
Xi Fuhong shook her head and said, “No, I’m Fu Hong.”
“…Ling Xue…” Xiao Qiyu seemed not to hear, calling out again.
“What’s wrong with you? Did you hit your head?” Xi Fuhong bent down to check Xiao Qiyu’s head.
Apart from some scrapes on her forehead, there were no major wounds.
She waved her hand in front of Xiao Qiyu’s eyes, suddenly realizing she seemed unable to see, or rather, she couldn’t see anything, her eyes were vacant.
“Here, wear this first.” Xi Fuhong took off the soul-stabilizing rope from her neck and put it on her, fearing Xiao Qiyu was possessed.
Unexpectedly, she suddenly grabbed Xi Fuhong’s hand to support herself, “Ling Xue, senior sister misses you…”
“I’m not Ling Xue, I’m Xi Fuhong, look, I’m Fu Hong.” She leaned in to Xiao Qiyu.
Xiao Qiyu was stunned for a few seconds, her blood-stained fingers brushing Xi Fuhong’s cheek, leaving a few crimson marks.
Fu Hong? She murmured in confusion, then suddenly grabbed the back of Xi Fuhong’s head, pressing her lips against hers without hesitation.
The four lips rubbed together, and Xi Fuhong, being kissed for the first time, was left with a blank mind.
“Ling Xue, Ling Xue…” The hoarse whisper, the intimate gesture, Xiao Qiyu squinted her eyes.
There was no shadow in her pupils, only emptiness.
“I’m not! Wake up!” Xi Fuhong pushed Xiao Qiyu away, shocked, wiping away the lingering warmth on her lips.
Pushed away, Xiao Qiyu trembled all over.
She looked up at Xi Fuhong in disbelief, her eyes showing surprise and a bit of bitterness, biting her lower lip.
This was a side of Xiao Qiyu that Xi Fuhong had never seen before.
The always smiling, gentle and graceful Xiao Qiyu, now showing such a hurt expression?
“I’m not the Ling Xue you mentioned, look clearly, I’m Xi Fuhong.” She stated again.
“No… you can’t treat me like this… Ling Xue… you can’t…” As if possessed, Xiao Qiyu’s murmuring tone grew higher.
She suddenly pushed Xi Fuhong down, her thin body pressing against her, refusing to let go.
Despite Xi Fuhong’s constant struggle, she ignored her bleeding wounds, firmly pinning her hands, lowering her head to kiss the swollen lips.
This time, it wasn’t just a rub.
Xiao Qiyu forcefully pried open Xi Fuhong’s mouth, her nimble tongue exploring inside.
She didn’t allow Xi Fuhong to evade, aggressively entwining her, savoring the sweetness, tasting every tooth, every inch of softness, even the tip of her tongue, until Xi Fuhong was left breathless.
