in2ebook Chapter 260: Longing for Answers
Chapter 260: Longing for Answers
"Not enough, not enough."
The blood gushing out of his arm gradually decreased, and the picture engraved on the ground had just solidified and was still a long way from being fully revealed.
Kun Ling stared carefully at the changes in the engraving. She lowered her head and looked at her arm. The hair around it was already stained red with blood. The blood flow in her dry arm was getting weaker and her heartbeat was also failing.
She had clearly reached the last step, but was doomed to fail because of too little blood. Kun Ling felt very unwilling, but she couldn't blame anyone else.
She exhaled a breath of foul air. The excessive blood loss made her vision go dark and her head almost fainted. The blood was still flowing, and her originally strong body became extremely thin.
"Did you still fail?"
"Is the path of blood sacrifice destined to fail?"
Kun Ling, transformed into a gray wolf, lay exhausted on the ground. The fishy smell of blood filled her nose, and she could feel that her life was about to wither.
She lowered her eyes, a trace of loneliness appeared on her fanatical face, and she murmured softly, like a girl crying quietly in a corner, or like a child who couldn't find her way home and cried in the vast fields, until she had no strength left.
"I...just...want to go home."
The solid black mist of death rose from her body, passing through the carvings that looked like blood vessels and drifting into the sky. Not a drop of blood flowed from the huge wound on the gray wolf's arm. The fat body now became dry, like a pile of bones.
The nourishing mark flashed with dazzling light at this moment, and the crimson light illuminated the world. The breath remaining here from the other side of the world rapidly condensed with the guidance of the mark. In the blood-colored mark, a vague figure gradually solidified, and vague mist emanated around him.
At this moment, just as the end of the season fell from the far end, this amazing scene was seen.
The huge cliff seemed to be cut in half. Outside the smooth incision, the cliff covered with carvings broke away from the earth and floated into the sky. At the end of the season, as the breath of death approached rapidly, the clouds on the edge of the cliff condensed rapidly, covering the cliff. The vague figure chuckled, and a bright light flashed under the vague mist.
At the edge of the engraving, the withered wolf seemed to be summoned by something. Its dry hair gradually stood up, and a transparent figure stood up from the remaining body.
While her consciousness was blurred, Kun Ling woke up slowly and looked at the cloud of mist around her. She rubbed her eyes in confusion, raised her palm gently and touched the cloud. The cloud was like water, making her fingers that touched it become wet.
"what is this?"
Glancing at everything around her, she felt as if she was wrapped in a fog. She lifted her tired legs and walked away, looking for a way to leave.
"That's strange, wasn't I dead?"
"Could it be that after dying in the secret realm, one will come to this place?"
As Kun Ling walked, she recalled her previous memories and kept thinking. Her rigid brain gradually became more sensitive as she thought, just like lubricating a rusty machine.
With every step she took, a cloud of mist passed by her. In the mist, Kun Ling saw a blurry figure, which made the confused Kun Ling's body tremble, and her somewhat dazed brain suddenly became clear.
Her intuition told her that all the answers were there, right next to that figure.
She let go of all her guard, relied on her intuition, and ran towards it quickly.
……
The moment the clouds rose, Zhao Ruoxi and Bai Shui disappeared in the white mist, and instantly appeared at one end of the sky, looking down at the cliff that had separated from the earth.
The clouds and mist turned upside down, and on the other side of the world, the invisible breath attracted the downwards and condensed towards the cliff. A vague figure solidified from the edge of the coffin. He lowered his head and glanced at the nailed coffin.
At the same moment, Zhao Ruoxi, with her head lowered and a somewhat lonely expression, sighed softly.
"really."
"It's really him."
"Sure enough, his shadow is also involved in this matter."
Baishui looked towards the cliff through the clouds. She could only vaguely see a figure in the thick fog, but she was extremely sure that it must be the person in the clouds who caused Zhao Ruoxi's emotional change.
The blurry figure was tall, neither fat nor thin. I couldn't tell what he was wearing or his face. I just felt that he seemed to be smiling, with a slight smile hanging at the corner of his mouth. His confident temperament was exactly the same as Zhao Ruoxi's.
Bai Shui tilted his head in confusion, "I clearly didn't see anything, why do I feel this way?"
Bai Shui raised his head and looked at Zhao Ruoxi. A figure was revealed in the other's bright eyes. In an instant, Bai Shui closed his eyes. There was no mist in Zhao Ruoxi's pupils. In the mist, a man wearing a top hat stood there, with a smile on his gentle cheeks, and his green eyes revealed shrewdness, as if everything was in his hands and everything that happened was within his calculations.
She had seen that figure, not before, but just now, in Zhao Ruoxi's painting.
……
"My friend, what do you ask for?"
A voice with a hint of laughter echoed in Kunling's ears. The voice was so gentle that people couldn't help but let down their guard.
"What do you want?"
When there was no response, the voice asked again.
In the thick fog, a blurry figure gradually emerged, as if walking towards her from a distance, but until she walked in front of Kun Ling, she could not see the other person's expression through the fog.
I could only feel the other person looking at me gently with a slight smile on his face.
When that gaze fell on him, he didn't feel uncomfortable. Instead, he felt as if the other person was encouraging him to speak out his inner thoughts.
It's like being cared about.
The blurry figure did not ask again, but just waited silently.
Kun Ling raised her head and looked at his face, her slightly confused eyes gradually becoming firm.
"Did I succeed?"
Feeling like she was talking nonsense, Kun Ling couldn't help but smile, tears involuntarily sliding down from the corners of her eyes.
The figure in the fog is the most powerful evidence. If we fail, how can we see him?
Looking at Kun Ling who was shedding tears of excitement, the man's mouth curled up slightly.
"Yes, you succeeded. You successfully obtained the answer you longed for, as well as a glimmer of possibility for the success of that matter."
A cool breeze blew in from afar, dispersing the clouds. In front of Kun Ling, a tall figure with emerald green eyes and a handsome face appeared, even taller than a woman. Behind him, nine tails of different colors fluttered in the wind, swaying slightly.
The remaining breath in the world, attracted by the mark, condensed into the former nine-tailed fox.
That figure could not be faked, and no one could fake it. The journey was so long and difficult, but the efforts of the past finally turned into a fruitful harvest at this moment.
A withered yellow page of book was handed to him, and the nine-tailed fox's emerald green eyes shook slightly, revealing a kind smile.
"The answer you seek is right here..."