Сhаpter 286: Тhе Firе Моth Party 18
Shе wаs angry аt his lack оf аmbitiоn, уеt сould do nоthing but watch from above аs hе engаged in strаngе асtivities.
Lуing оn thе grоund, Хiuxiu сould feel blооd flowing frоm her neck. Рain was inеvitable, уеt shе did nоt wish tо diе quiсkly. She lооked аt thе рersоn befоrе her, seеing оnly а blurred outline. Shе wanted to sее сleаrly, to seе his еуes.
Вut Wаng Вuzui hаd nо timе for аnу of this nоw—he оnly wantеd to rеvivе Wаng XiuХiu.
Аs fоr this Хiuxiu beforе him, he had only gottеn to know her bеcausе she rеsеmbled his уounger sister.
Her lips parted slightly, but no sound emerged.
It seemed her vocal cords had been injured. The corners of her mouth twisted into a bitter smile, which Wang Buzui naturally noticed.
"I hope you never meet me again in your next life." Because he was reciting the ritual incantations, even these words were silently spoken in his heart.
Seeing him completely focused, Xiuxiu could no longer bear to watch. All this time, she had never held a place in his heart.
All this time, he had only approached her for Wang XiuXiu's sake.
With his hands spread open, a plume of smoke rose. Wang Buzui murmured incantations, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on the smoke.
But nothing appeared—his sister did not appear.
How could this be?
Last night, Zhu Yan had successfully summoned Wang XiuXiu. If Zhu Yan could do it, why couldn't he?
Was it because he had been too focused on absorbing Qi fortune, rendering it ineffective?
Wang Buzui lowered his head and saw Xiuxiu's pained expression. Suddenly, he realized it must be because she wasn't completely dead yet—the knife had not pierced her aorta.
Steeling his heart, he pressed the knife down forcefully. Blood gushed out, and the light in Xiuxiu's eyes faded completely.
Yet, even after a long time, there was still no change. The corpse remained a corpse, and Xiuxiu remained Xiuxiu.
Having finished reciting the incantations, he roared in anger. It must be because there wasn't enough Qi fortune—it had to be! Yes! Massacre the city!
His vicious gaze swept over the common people.
Damn them, they all deserved to die. Only when they died would there be enough Qi fortune to revive his younger sister.
Obsession—years of accumulated obsession—erupted completely within Wang Buzui. He simply could not accept this reality, blaming everything on the lack of Qi fortune.
At that moment, Zhu Yan, who had been clinging closely to Shen Du, noticed that silk weaving had also begun on Xiuxiu's body. Pure white silk seeped out bit by bit from her skin, bending, tangling, and forming a thin, transparent, inconspicuous web. The midday sunlight shone upon it, and the silk web gleamed with a silvery luster, rippling over Xiuxiu's body like waves of wheat.
It seemed the Chief Helm Master of Guangchun Hall had never intended to spare her life. She was merely a pawn, now discarded and worthless.
It was a pity that, even in death, she had trusted Wang Buzui so deeply, only to be killed by the very person she trusted most, dying without understanding why.
"Wang Buzui, why have you still not repented?"
Hearing Shen Du's voice, Wang Buzui suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with hatred that seemed ready to kill the other. Overwhelmed by his unrestrained, uncontainable obsession, he was left speechless.
He was still pondering which step had gone wrong, why his younger sister had not been revived.
"Reviving the dead is nothing but wishful thinking, defying the laws of heaven. And to think of killing people to absorb Qi fortune—if karma truly exists as Buddhism teaches, then killing should reduce Qi fortune, condemning one to the eighteen layers of hell to suffer the torments of mountains of knives and seas of fire, never to be reborn!"The words pierced Wang Buzui's heart like needles. He refused to believe it, refused to believe his younger sister could not be revived.
"Nonsense! My sister was kind-hearted. How could this world hinder her resurrection? It's you! It must be you who disrupted everything!" He suddenly stood up, sweeping his gaze over Shen Du and his companions.
From the very beginning, they had obstructed him at every turn. Everything had been meticulously planned for many years, yet ever since they arrived in Yingzhou City, nothing had gone smoothly. The attempt to absorb the entire city's Qi fortune during the massacre had failed, and so had everything afterward. No matter how he thought about it, it was all because of these people.
No one paid attention to Wang Buzui's madness; there was only a trace of pity for Xiuxiu's misplaced devotion.
Shen Du signaled with his eyes, and Jing Lin instructed the executioner to step forward and move Xiuxiu's corpse aside to prepare for Wang Buzui's beheading. Sensing this, Wang Buzui immediately closed in on him, his eyes bloodshot, sending chills down the spines of those who saw him.
But executioners were in the business of taking lives. They had witnessed the ugly states of many condemned prisoners—fear, terror, remorse, intimidation, even violent struggles and brawls. Having seen it all, they were not easily intimidated. The executioner glared at Wang Buzui and shoved him aside.
Yet Wang Buzui refused to yield. Xiuxiu's corpse was the most crucial prop; nothing could be missing except her.
Obtaining the corpse of someone resembling the deceased was the final step in this ritual, and also the most critical one. Although it had just failed, Wang Buzui believed that given time, he could figure out the key to it all. Especially with that person around—he knew how to bring the dead back to life.
As the executioner prepared to use brute force, Shen Du signaled again, and the executioner snorted heavily before stepping back slightly.
Kneeling before the corpse, Wang Buzui emitted strange sounds, spreading his arms and howling at the sky. Everyone present felt a mix of unease and fear, but no one left.
As long as someone from Guangchun Hall was nearby, they would surely hear the commotion and come to rescue him from the execution ground.
The Helm master had not shown himself only because the time was not yet right. Wang Buzui continued to console himself—just a little longer, just a little longer, and he would be free.
Just a little longer, and his younger sister would be revived.
The sister he had longed for day and night would surely reunite with him.
As Wang Buzui lost himself in his strange actions, Shen Du had already reached for the execution token.
Since he couldn't obtain the antidote to save Pan Chi, there was no point in wasting time.
"Wang Buzui, Deputy Helm Master of Guangchun Hall, one of the masterminds behind the 'Half-Faced Ghost' case, guilty beyond redemption. Sentenced to immediate execution by beheading, to be carried out without delay."
"Wait!"
The token had not yet been thrown.
"Shen... Great Pavilion Commander, spare my life. My sister has not yet been revived. I cannot die." All his earlier defiance vanished as he began to plead for mercy.
This surprised Shen Du somewhat.
This Wang Buzui was, after all, a pitiful man who cared deeply for his younger sister.
It was a shame his methods were all wrong!
Massacring the innocent—these four words alone were enough to condemn him to death many times over.
"The dead cannot return to life, Wang Buzui. Even at death's door, you remain deluded." The token was clenched tightly in his hand, ready to be thrown at any moment.
"No, my sister can definitely be revived. I beg you, Great Pavilion Commander, spare my life."
"Please, wait until I revive my sister before carrying out the execution. I beg you." Wang Buzui wept bitterly, tears and snot streaming down his face as he pleaded incessantly.Shen Du said nothing, but Jing Lin couldn't help retorting, "Didn't you say your Helm master knows the Revival secret technique? Then let us chop you down and have your Helm master revive you."
Wang Buzui was left speechless. He glanced around blankly, not doubting that Helm master Chen Huo'e possessed a secret technique for resurrection. However, he was certain that Chen Huo'e had already abandoned him.
"Carry out the execution immediately."
The command token struck the ground with a piercing sound. Knowing all hope was lost, Wang Buzui felt his strength drain away. His shoulders slumped as he stared blankly at Xiuxiu's corpse.
The executioner raised the blade and swung it down.
Blood splattered everywhere. The head rolled and tumbled across the ground, taking one last look at the vast, desolate world.
Wang Buzui was dead.
Only one thing he had been right about: he would indeed reunite with Wang XiuXiu—only now had the time for their reunion finally come.
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