ATAVID CH16: Their Noses Almost Touching

His stomach churned violently; the scenes of killing from just now replayed in his mind over and over again.

Whether it was the warm blood or the wide-staring eyes, both caused Jiang Qunyu physical discomfort.

He was merely a modern person who had lived for twenty years; abiding by the law was engraved in his bones. Even though he had transmigrated two years ago, and even though he had been forced into a desperate situation, he still couldn’t withstand such direct, bloody gore.

This had far exceeded the limits of what his psyche could endure.

His entire body trembled uncontrollably, his fingertips gripping the tree trunk so hard they turned white.

He dry-heaved so hard his lungs felt like they were tearing, pulling at his wounds in the process. The pain made his vision go dark, and cold sweat poured down.

Wei Xun walked over.

Compared to Jiang Qunyu, who was covered in wounds and mud, he remained handsome and clean, the hem of his clothes spotless, looking like a spirit stepping out from the depths of the forest.

He lowered his eyelids, his gaze sweeping over Jiang Qunyu’s sorry state.

His tone carried undisguised cold mockery: “First time killing someone?”

Jiang Qunyu’s face was terrifyingly pale, his eyes tainted with a bit of moisture due to his physiological reaction.

He twitched his lips, squeezing out an almost provocative smile: “What? Are you surprised I’m not dead?”

Wei Xun didn’t speak; he just looked coldly at Jiang Qunyu.

A trace of displeasure that even he hadn’t anticipated flashed through the bottom of his heart.

He had thought that Jiang Qunyu would die.

But after he told Jiang Qunyu that cultivators could use their divine sense to see, he also knew Jiang Qunyu had a chance of surviving.

Regardless of which outcome, both were within his expectations.

Yet he wasn’t satisfied with this result.

Jiang Qunyu was just an inner demon who wanted to possess his body; no matter how many times he killed him, he shouldn’t have any emotional fluctuations.

In his plan, Jiang Qunyu should have been dead by now.

This body would likely be riddled with holes, and it was also possible that its cultivation would completely dissipate once again.

But he could return to the body and think of every possible way to kill the pursuing Lingxiao Sect disciples.

The only benefit was that he could permanently rid himself of this inner demon wearing this disgusting face, whom he had spent two years with.

How nice.

He wouldn’t regret it.

Wei Xun had planned for this for a long time.

From the day he realized he couldn’t see, he began to plan.

He was long accustomed to the dark, so walking and moving in the darkness was not difficult for him.

In order to lure the Lingxiao Sect people into chasing them, he deliberately left numerous traces along the way.

To lure Jiang Qunyu into taking over his body, he accompanied him to eat Qiongye Cake, let him act shamelessly, and even used the soul lamp condition to make Jiang Qunyu relax his guard.

Since he couldn’t kill Jiang Qunyu himself.

Then he would borrow someone else’s hands to kill him.

Even if this price meant there was a certain possibility that he would perish together with Jiang Qunyu.

Everything was proceeding smoothly.

Yet it just had to be that half piece of Qiongye Cake Jiang Qunyu saved for him, which made him inexplicably loosen his grip for a moment, actually allowing Jiang Qunyu to survive.

It shouldn’t have been like this.

Wei Xun’s face remained indifferent. Suppressing that indescribable weirdness at the bottom of his heart, he raised his fingertips.

He really couldn’t bear to look at Jiang Qunyu making such a fragile expression using his own face.

His icy finger pads rubbed against the corner of Jiang Qunyu’s eye, forcefully wiping away that bit of tear.

“Don’t use my face to cry, it’s disgusting,” Wei Xun said coldly.

Jiang Qunyu turned his face away to dodge. Genuine hatred surged in his eyes as he gritted his teeth and said, “I really want to kill you.”

“You want to kill me?”

Wei Xun’s pitch-black pupils shifted. The silk ribbon binding his hair was nowhere to be found.

His ink-black hair hung loosely, accentuating his cold, sharp features tinged with a bit of demonic, ghostly aura.

He became interested in Jiang Qunyu’s words: “You are still holding a sword in your hand. You can totally stab a sword into your own chest. When the blood drains dry and this body dies, I won’t be able to return and will naturally die as well.”

Crossing his arms, he smiled cryptically, his tone light and airy, wrapped in his usual madness: “Jiang Qunyu, I said it, I don’t mind dying together with you.”

Jiang Qunyu barely propped himself up, then suddenly burst into loud laughter: “You dumbass, do you really think I don’t dare?”

As his words fell, Soul-Devouring spun in his hand, and the blade thrust straight towards his chest.

The dull sound of flesh being sliced open was exceptionally clear in the forest. Bright red blood oozed out along the sword’s gap, dyeing the already dirty plain white clothes even more blindingly red.

“Wei Xun, fuck your uncle, you are a lunatic! An absolute psychopath!” Jiang Qunyu cursed viciously, but his voice couldn’t stop trembling.

He had fought with the Lingxiao Sect disciples in the first half of the night and already had little strength left.

Now with a severe wound added to his chest, the blood loss instantly made his vision go dark. His body went limp, and he directly lay flat on his back on the ground, staring at the few scattered stars leaking through the gaps of the lush leaves overhead.

His divine sense was already exhausted from prolonged concentration. The surrounding light and shadow faded away bit by bit, and his vision slowly sank back into darkness.

Wei Xun seemed to have crouched down.

His voice, separated by a layer of wind, slowly landed by his ear: “Jiang Qunyu, how do you have the nerve to curse me? Aren’t you a lunatic yourself?”

Jiang Qunyu’s face was pale and he didn’t reply.

A subtle movement came from beside him. An icy touch suddenly landed on his neck, gently rubbing it, carrying a bit of danger.

Jiang Qunyu sneered in his heart.

What, could this psychopath finally not hold back anymore and wanted to strangle him to death with his own hands?

The next second, Wei Xun’s chilling voice dropped. His tone was wrapped in an indescribable irritability and ruthlessness, word by word, extremely clear: “I really want to strangle you to death.”

Jiang Qunyu was already numb to his threats.

He purely found it disgusting.

Over the past two years, their relationship couldn’t be considered harmonious.

But ever since Wei Xun gave up the thought of killing him openly, he always thought they were at least minding their own business.

He even secretly thought that if Wei Xun really didn’t plan on killing him anymore, and he couldn’t die either, spending a lifetime following him wouldn’t be impossible.

At worst, when he wanted to eat or play, he could just borrow his body and go out for a walk.

In the end, it was merely his own wishful thinking; Wei Xun had always been waiting for an opportunity to put him to death.

He pulled a smile: “Strangle me.”

If he really strangled him to death, that would be fine too. It could be considered him ridding the cultivation world of the mad scourge that was Wei Xun.

Wei Xun didn’t speak. His fingertips still rested on the side of his neck; the icy touch condensed on his flesh, but he didn’t apply any downward force.

Jiang Qunyu had no mood to deal with him either.

Closing his eyes, his consciousness sank, and he fell into a deep slumber.

The night was deep. The leaves were so lush they covered the night sky. The wind passing through the forest brought up a soft sound.

The leaf shadows were mottled, swaying on the ground. The cold moonlight only dropped scattered, fragmented light, rippling a patch of coolness over the accumulated leaves.

The smell of rotting leaves floated in the air, mixed with the intense, un-dissipated stench of blood, so sticky it was suffocating.

Under the moonlight, the youth lay flat on the ground. His plain white clothes had long been soaked deep brown by blood, and his wounds were still faintly seeping red.

His eyes were tightly closed, his long eyelashes drooping. His face was as white as paper, and his breathing was so weak it was almost inaudible, as if he would completely dissipate in the next moment.

By his side sat the soul spirit of an evil ghost. Those deep black eyes stared fixedly at the youth, their depths gloomy and sinister, like a freezing pool accumulated over a thousand years, making it impossible to distinguish whether it was murderous intent or something else.

He just sat there quietly, motionless for a long time.

The black energy around his body unconsciously wrapped around the hem of the youth’s clothes, tangled around a few times, and then, as if sensing something, slowly withdrew.

Wrapping on like this, then releasing, over and over again, for an unknown number of times.

Finally, the youth opened his eyes.

Wei Xun smiled maliciously: “What a pity, you didn’t die.”

Jiang Qunyu turned his head, looking at him with blind eyes, and mocked coldly: “Indeed I didn’t die. You sure have a tough life.”

It seemed this psychopath’s life could ultimately only be taken by the protagonist top and bottom.

Not only could he not kill Wei Xun, he couldn’t even kill himself.

He originally thought that even if Wei Xun couldn’t die, he could kill himself, so he could respawn for the fourth time.

But he still didn’t die.

Jiang Qunyu supported himself against the ground and sat up.

He snatched the Qiankun bag tied to Wei Xun’s waist and poured all the bottles and jars inside onto the ground.

Whatever looked like a blood or qi replenishing pill, he grabbed it and stuffed it into his mouth. Too lazy to even chew thoroughly, he swallowed them whole into his stomach.

Wei Xun rested his chin on his hand, looking at his appearance with great interest: “Why do you want to live again? Didn’t you want to perish together with me just now?”

Jiang Qunyu didn’t reply to him. Instead, he suddenly turned his head and said faintly: “I suddenly feel that what you said is very right.”

“What is very right?” Wei Xun was baffled. His icy finger pads touched his clothes stained with bloody mud and grime, and he frowned in disgust, “Change them, they’re filthy.”

Jiang Qunyu: “It’s nothing.”

He was crazy just now to think about perishing together with Wei Xun.

Then what did his two desperate deaths before amount to?

He had to live properly. Wait until the plotline was over and he once again had a body of his own. At that time, even if he died, he would absolutely never have any involvement with this lunatic Wei Xun again.

Moreover, he thought about it: since he couldn’t kill himself, and Wei Xun’s temper was unpredictable—killing him when he wanted to, and not killing him when he didn’t—then how long would it take for his plotline to finally end?

Since it was like this, then just like Wei Xun said, he’d let someone else kill him.

Anyway, Wei Xun was always making enemies; opportunities to block swords for him would only increase, not decrease.

Having figured this point out, Jiang Qunyu’s heart actually suddenly became clear and enlightened.

He even raised his eyes, “looking” in Wei Xun’s direction, his eyes carrying a bit of indescribable gratitude.

Wei Xun narrowed his eyes, that bit of inexplicable irritability in his heart welling up again.

He suddenly leaned forward. The distance between the two was abruptly closed, their noses almost touching.

Staring fixedly into Jiang Qunyu’s eyes, his voice pressed very low: “What were you thinking about just now?”

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