After finishing off Mrs. Dry Leaves, although Yaleriga was slightly excited by the pleasure of revenge, she did not forget another problem that arose, that is, Sati who was supposed to follow Mrs. Dry Leaves was missing.
The space in the cave is unobstructed, and there is no way that a satyr can shrink into a narrow stone crevice like a tree root. Yaleriga once suspected that he was using some kind of concealment spell to ambush in the corner, waiting for the opportunity for her to relax, but she did not encounter any sneak attacks after killing Mrs. Dead Leaf.
She was finally convinced that Sati had escaped. When the cunning satyr saw that the situation was not going well, he abandoned Mrs. Dead Leaves without hesitation. This was indeed beyond Yaleriga's expectations, but it was not impossible. Sati has always been the best at judging situations among all the jailers.
She walked along the mountain path, thinking about Sati's possible destination: maybe he would be hiding in a corner of the planet, making a living by robbing and murdering; maybe he didn't intend to stop here, but had already set out. Go find Qin Mao.
Qin Mao—she was familiar with this name, but she had never seen him in person, and she didn't even know his race and identity. From the jailer's description, she only knew that this man loyally obeyed Mrs. Kuye, but now that Mrs. Kuye is dead, Qin Mao has not appeared for a long time. She guessed that he was not in the second peak at all now.
Sati may have gone to find him, but will Qin Mao come back? Will he disappear from sight, or will he insist on revenge for Mrs. Dead Leaf? Yaleriga sincerely hopes that it is the latter, because even though she was not captured by Qin Maang, they can still settle accounts carefully.
She pondered these questions until Ji Zangyu fell from the sky and landed in front of her.
His expression was unusual.
Yaleriga thought it was because she was holding a stone stained with flesh, so she hid the makeshift weapon behind her back.
"What's wrong?" she asked, pretending to be nothing.
Ji Zangyu obviously saw her weapon (Yaleliga didn't really intend to hide it from him), but he did not ask about the ending of Mrs. Ku Ye, but frowned and said: "I bumped into that white hair. "
He was undoubtedly talking about Villar. That was exactly what Yaleriga wanted, but something wasn't right about Ji Zangyu's expression - it wasn't the reaction of "encountering an enemy", but the reaction of "encountering something strange".
She immediately asked Ji Zangyu to take her to have a look. When they sat on the red cloud and landed at the foot of the mountain, Yaleriga finally understood why Ji Zangyu showed such a strange expression.
The long winding river like a pale gold ribbon flows endlessly. In the past, Villar always passed by it and came to Yaleriga. There are few water plants and duckweeds on the river surface, which is clear and smooth, reflecting the green color of the sky, but the river water shows a beautiful thin red color.
They traced the thin red water, and at the fork of the river upstream, Yaleriga saw a mound of flesh and blood rising in the shoal, which was taller than a human being. As the river passed by, wisps of blood mixed into the waves.
Yaleriga couldn't imagine how this thing was made: it was composed of completely dismantled meat, bones, armor fragments and various debris, scattered so evenly and perfectly that it was impossible to identify any one of them. members, only the dark shards of cursed iron could be discerned, letting her know that at least one of the Aconite or Valar's guards was gone.
Maybe more than one. She concluded from the sheer size of the hill that at least twenty people had been cast into this spectacle, and that was far more than the number of guards Aconite and Villar usually carried. She used a wooden stick to gently turn over the blood mound, but found nothing similar to pieces of linen or a woman's long hair. However, she knew that there were more than just a few guards serving Villar and Wutouweng. Perhaps other servants and assistants had also been added to the blood mound.
Ji Zangyu waded across the river, came over and pulled her arm, gesturing for her to follow him. Yaleriga threw away the bloody stick and followed him into the sparse forest next to the river bank. Following the strong and pungent blood trail, she saw Villar staggering and exploring in the forest.
He had obviously been stumbling around for a while. His hair was messy and his robes were torn. He hoarsely called the aconite's name. His blood-stained hands were groping in the air, and he almost tripped over the tree roots under his feet several times.
Yaleriga walked over quietly. At this time, the baby in her arms had stopped making noises and fell asleep contentedly. Yaleriga put the stone down and called Villar's name softly.
Villar immediately turned his head. The blood on his face was as deep red as his clothes, and there were two terrible holes where his eyes were. The attacker not only took away his eyeballs, but even cut off his eyelids with precision, leaving him unable to hide his blindness at all.
"Jalai?" he said tremblingly, his voice almost sobbing.
Yaleriga stared at his face for a while, then turned to look at Ji Zangyu. The young man shook his head at her silently and pointed behind Villar.
He put his toes on the ground and floated as lightly as a breeze through Villar, deeper into the woods. Yaleriga also followed him. When she passed by Villar, she couldn't help but take another look at him, and found that he was still holding the golden branch sword staff in his hand - but it had been sharpened by something very sharp. It was broken, leaving only the bare half.
Her steps paused, crushing the dead leaves on the ground. Villar immediately and eagerly pawed in her direction and began to call her name. Yaleriga avoided it deftly and chased Ji Zangyu's figure.
The boy stopped a hundred meters away. When Yaleriga rushed to his side, she first saw hundreds of birds. Sparrows, crows, pheasants, hawks, and owls, these sharp-billed creatures of all sizes are quietly perched on the treetops, monitoring the clearings in the forest like sentinels. It wasn't until Ji Zangyu whistled that they all flapped their wings and flew away, bringing with them a gust of feathery wind.
In the clearing that was once surrounded by birds, the shrubs and grass had been stained red with a large amount of blood. A human head was stuck on the top of a sharpened smoked wooden stake, and the surface was covered with insects and ants. Yaleriga only glanced at him and immediately recognized him from his charred skin and raven-feathered beard. That's the head of the aconite.
She walked forward and found a few dead leaves to scrape off the insects and ants on the surface of the head, revealing the face of the aconite that had been severely eaten. Although his face was mutilated and pitted, his extremely frightened and distorted expression was still intact, making it difficult to imagine what he went through in the moments before his death. Yaleriga then poked his mouth and nostrils with a branch, and found that his skull was filled with some kind of honey-like thick liquid, and there were a few uniformly sized pieces of meat scattered in the grass, similar to what they saw by the river. The blood mound has similar materials, which seems to indicate where the aconite goes below its head.
His expression was so painful that there was no doubt that he had undergone tremendous torture before his death. Yaleriga even suspected that he was cut into pieces and staked while he was still alive. Is such torture enough retribution for him? She couldn't come to a conclusion, but she couldn't add anything more now.
Ji Zangyu waved his sleeves. A few green stars jumped out of it, igniting the aconite and the entire wooden pile, turning it into white ash in the blink of an eye. Together they watched the ashes disappear in the wind, and then looked at each other.
Yaleriga knew that Ji Zangyu was thinking about the same question as her: Who did this?
They turned back to find Villar. After seeing the fate of the aconite, Yaleriga couldn't help but be surprised that Villar survived. That was obviously not accomplished by Villar's strength, but why was the other party willing to spare his life?
She went back with doubts, and saw that Villar had fallen to the ground, calling her name urgently like a child lost with its mother. He looked so pitiful and downcast that Yaleriga's mood was as desolate as the forest wind.
She handed the baby to Ji Zangyu, walked to Villar, squatted down, and called his name. Vilar trembled visibly, and stretched out his hand to her with shrinking eagerness.
"Yalai." He asked tremblingly, "Is that you?"
Yaleriga responded to him, stretched out her hand to touch his face, from the pale cheek to his empty eye hole, and then probed a little deeper. Her force was as gentle as dust, but Villar shook even more violently.
But she didn't do anything else. She just asked warmly and patiently: "Villar, what happened here?"
Her tone seemed to overwhelm Villar's emotions. He really choked up like a child, talking intermittently about how he was attacked in the forest.
Before everything happened, Wutouweng prohibited Villar from entering the Overpass Prison again, saying that he would personally discuss some important situations with Mrs. Dead Leaf and prevent her from including the dangerous child into the Second Peak. Villar wanted to get involved, but the aconite's attitude was unusually harsh, so he had to give up angrily. It wasn't until the Overpass Prison burned that he hurried there. On the way, he met a black-headed man covered in blood.
He was extremely shocked by the sight of the old witch doctor being seriously injured. But Wutouweng didn't explain anything to him. He just roared and told him to run away immediately, leave this forest, leave the second peak - leave this planet.
"She!" Villar heard the aconite roar at the top of his lungs. "She's here!"
It was obviously talking about a woman, so Villar thought it was Yaleriga. Before he could ask clearly, many dark shadows emerged from the corners of the sparse forest. They are as long as rope whiskers, as fast as lightning, as thin as paper, and as sharp as a razor blade. Villar didn't have time to see their appearance clearly, the shadows had already stretched out before his eyes.
He couldn't see anything anymore.
In the endless darkness and severe pain, he was confused about everything happening around him. He could only hear the distorted howl of the aconite, which lasted for ten minutes, and then the world became quiet. He felt a cold and short creature standing in front of him, not breathing at all.
"Who's there?" he asked almost frantically.
No one answered. The cold shadow receded, leaving him alone lost in the lightless forest. The aconite never answered his call again. He could only linger until Yaleriga arrived.
"Don't leave me," Villar begged again.
Yaleriga didn't know how to deal with this new information. At this time Ji Zangyu came over, his expression hard to read. He pointed at Villar, as if asking Yaleriga what to do with him.
Villar was still sobbing and looking pitiful. His appearance reminded Yaleriga of many past events, and she finally made up her mind.
"Villar." She took his hand and said softly, "Follow me."
Villar followed her and Ji Zangyu without any resistance. Along the way, his grip on her was sometimes loose and sometimes tight, fearing both her anger and that he would be left behind. His thoughts were clearly written on his face, and Yaleriga couldn't help but feel a little pity for him.
They returned to the peak where the jailers were hanging. Ji Zangyu stepped out of the flying red cloud and prepared to fly to the top of the peak. But he suddenly stopped again, looking up very alertly.
Yaleriga followed his line of sight and found a strange girl standing on the top of the mountain.
A girl dressed in dark clothing and with a snow-white complexion. She stood quietly on the top of the cliff like a ghost, her long hair fluttering in the wind like crow's feathers. As she looked down at the jailer below, dancing shadows stretched out from behind her, slowly reaching toward the white rope below the cliff.
Yalerga heard Ji Zangyu spit out a word from his mouth.
"Asabam," he said.
He suddenly stepped on his foot, and Hongyun rushed towards the top of the cliff extremely quickly. At the same time, the dancing shadow also shrank back slightly - just like the bow of a poisonous snake before springing out - and then violently stabbed at the jailers at the bottom of the cliff. They penetrated the jailer from different directions at the same time, and then expanded like a hedgehog, with countless thin and sharp spikes erupting in an instant. Blood flowed down, almost covering the entire red cloud.
Ji Zangyu took a quick breath and waved his sleeves. A layer of transparent light bubbles separated the blood waterfall from them, protecting Hongyun as he climbed to the top of the cliff.
The dark-haired girl was still standing on the top of the cliff, while the hanged jailers had turned into a pile of weird-shaped minced meat skewers. The girl glanced at them indifferently and brushed away the flying hair with her hands. She then looked at Ji Zangyu, and the hostility in her expression disappeared.
"You should kill them yourself," she said. "This is the third one."
Yalerga saw Ji Zangyu's face turning slightly red with anger.
"He sent you?" he asked.
"No, the Grand Master won't allow me to help you," the girl said. "If you can't come out on your own, I won't do anything."
"Then what are you doing now?"
There was obvious hostility in his voice, which made the long-haired girl look a little confused and dissatisfied. She glared at Ji Zangyu and said in the same cold and angry voice: "I am doing what you should do. You should cleanse the sin here, you should punish the depravity here, instead of letting the seeds of evil spread. They You should be punished, but you only think about your own rules! The Grand Master should not choose a coward like you!"
Ji Zangyu ignored her words. He then asked, "Where did you take those prisoners?"
"I sent them away and let them live in our place."
"Going to your place to be a slave?"
The girl stopped arguing. She stared at Ji Zangyu quietly for a while, then raised her left hand. She held a crystal ball in her hand, and when she turned the ball, Yaleriga saw the dark rainbow bridge burning inside.
It was a video recording magic prop sold openly by the White Tower.
"You still don't understand our pursuit." The girl said, "But you will understand. The Grand Master has seen everything, and what happened today will be spread: how you destroyed the Second Peak and killed all these sinners . Now this is just beginning, your title will only slowly spread - and one day, this name will represent our victory."
Ji Zangyu rushed over, as if trying to snatch the crystal ball in her hand. But the girl suddenly fell into the ground. She was swallowed up by her own shadow and disappeared without a trace. The young man only had time to grab a few strands of her hair, and then stood there with an angry look on his face.
He shook off his broken hair and walked to the edge of the cliff without saying a word. Yaleriga almost thought he was going to jump, but she saw him put away the white rope and burn the remaining corpses into a ball of ashes.
Then he held the baby and sat on the edge of the cliff in a daze.
Yaleriga had many questions in her mind, but she also seemed to understand some secrets. She felt that the days ahead were long, so she walked up to Ji Zangyu and lightly tapped his shoulder with her tail.
Ji Zangyu glanced back at her.
"I heard you have a ship," Yaleriga said. "I think it's probably still around here. When you find it, would you mind giving me a ride?"
Ji Zangyu hesitated for a few seconds and finally nodded. Despite his depressed look, he stood up and set off to find his boat. Yaleriga agreed with him to meet here, and then went to deal with some personal matters of her own.
She had one last thing to deal with.
Lucky Villar was brought up together and listened to the conversation between the black-haired girl and Jizo Tamabe. He didn't understand what happened at all, he just held onto Yaleriga wholeheartedly, expressed his apologies and thoughts to her, and asked her not to leave.
He looked so frightened that Yaleriga had to gently stroke his head with her hand to calm him down. That touch reminded her of the past, the innocent and melancholy Villar, the child who never grew up. Even though things were over, she found that she still seemed to be a little in love with that shadow.
She led him to the edge of the peak and described to him the scenery she saw. The fire on the black rainbow has gradually extinguished, and the sky has returned to calm. The brilliance of the setting sun fills the cloudless sky, as bright and moving as red amber. She also saw a pale golden river, winding to the end of the earth. From such a height, no trace of the blood mound could be seen at all.
This is an extremely beautiful dusk.
These descriptions made Villars happy again. He reached into his arms and took out a sheathed scimitar. Yareliga unexpectedly discovered that it was "The No Regrets of Deborah".
"Jalai, it should have been yours." Villar was still saying this, with an air of admiration, "I just put it away temporarily, but I have already given it to you - we agreed Be different from Deborah.”
At that moment, Yaleriga felt real sadness and regret. She couldn't help but imagine a possibility. If, just if, Villar didn't have that dream about paradise, and they met in a more ordinary and harmless place, in a prosperous city full of flowers and music, that might become A better relationship.
She took the scimitar, stroked Villar's cheek and promised: "I will make this different."
Villar laughed happily. So Yalerga went up and kissed his bloody face. She hugged him tenderly and finally leaned close to his ear.
"Vilar," she whispered, "we broke up."
With a sudden force, she pushed Villar off the cliff before he could panic, watching him fall straight down and disappear into the darkness of the abyss together with the setting sun. It was all quick and sudden, and she figured it shouldn't be too painful.
It's all over. She put away her scimitar and sat on the edge of the cliff in a daze until her head was shrouded in a shadow. Yaleriga raised her head strangely.
She saw a huge spaceship with wings like a black swallow suspended above her head.
Ji Zangyu floated down from the boat, still holding the baby in her arms. He looked around with an unhappy face and asked her, "Let's go?"
"Of course." Yaleriga said. She stared at the ship, curious about its origins.
A new wandering has begun.
