What you see is shocking, dripping with blood, and the scene is also heartbreaking. Ningxia actually didn't dare to look at it, and it felt really uncomfortable.
This world is really hard. No one can escape this situation, not even Jiang Dongliu, nor the residents of Fuyun Island, including Ningxia.
Mrs. Hong Ji must have her own difficulties.
Seeing the culprit end up like this, and seeing those people bear their own responsibilities, Ning Xia's heart was not as light as she imagined, and actually felt a little heavy.
When this old matter is settled, there are victims everywhere, and except for a few, no one can help themselves. How could Jiang Dongliu and his family deserve this? What's wrong with the Holy Veins? Why should Jiang Dongliu and Ziyun, who are in love, deserve it?
No one was wrong at the beginning. But the mistake lies in repaying injustice, which eventually leads to catastrophe. The innocent person back then eventually became a perpetrator, taking over the role he originally hated and hurting others.
It's really scary to have fate in the palm of everyone's hands.
Ningxia doesn’t know Fengyun’s story. If she knew, she would only sigh that the way of heaven is really unreasonable. But she probably wouldn't have the chance to know this kind of inside information.
Ziyun was glowing all over, getting stronger and stronger, flickering, as if conveying some message.
Jiang Dong's bleeding and fleshy palms curled up into a ball, and he knocked on the light shield hard, and the light flickered, as if in response to his movement. This made Jiang Dongliu even more excited. Regardless of his physical condition, he used his last strength to hit the mask hard.
Before his fist struck, the light on the girl covered in light would flash in response to Jiang Dongliu's strike.
The residual red color slipped from the mask and overflowed at the corners, which was strangely sad and heart-wrenchingly tragic.
Tears fell from Jiang Dongliu's twinkling eyes, blood red, hanging on his dusty face, like a ghost, terrifying and yet heartbreakingly satisfying.
At first, Ningxia thought the opponent was still struggling and trying to hit an egg with a stone. After all, the protective shield set up by Mrs. Hong Ji could not be broken so easily. No matter how hard Jiang Dongliu tried, he would probably only die of regret.
But just looking at it, you can see the problem.
There's something wrong with that corpse. It seemed to be responding to Jiang Dongliu's knocks, once, twice... every time.
If the few beats were just accidents, then how should we explain that they matched the beat every time? It can't be an accident.
Could it be that the girl's body... still has a spirit? The more Ningxia thought about it, the more possible it became.
After all, Jiang Dongliu had spent so much effort to resurrect a person, so it was impossible that he had not thought about summoning souls. It is impossible for a person to survive without his soul.
If the body has not come back to life, then her soul is still here, but this soul has not been able to possess the body and truly return to the sun.
Looking at the shimmering corpse and Jiang Dongliu who kept tapping the mask, Ning Xia became more and more sure of this.
Maybe he was really waiting for the person he met.
But, how does this end?
Ning Xia couldn't help but look at Mrs. Hong Ji who moved to the side and looked at the scene in front of her calmly, but she couldn't tell the difference. She didn't want to help, nor did she mean to stop him.
He just stood aside quietly and watched, it was none of his business, just like before.
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After a few knocks, a large mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of Jiang Dongliu's mouth, but there was a cheerful smile on the corner of his mouth, like the last bit of color in his life.
He held on, holding on to the last breath in his chest and lungs, but refused to swallow it. His eyes widened, refusing to let go of the sight, for fear of missing something.
Soon... I will... see her.
She has come back. so good.
As long as I can see her again...what does it matter if I die?
He wants to see her. Those clear eyes full of affection, that lively face, the sweet smile and even the expression of deep hatred.
Want to hear her talk. Whispers, flattering words, reproachful words, saying you like him, saying you love him, saying...hate him. If he thinks about it so much, he will go crazy.
He wanted her to wake up and say a word to him...even if she hated him. This way he is satisfied.
Because he had never even dreamed of her in the past countless days and nights. She never wanted to enter his dreams.
Wake up and close your eyes.
She is not there in or out of dreams.
More and more blood and tears spilled from Jiang Dongliu's eyes, soaking his entire face, making him look like a bloody man, not even human. Only the eyes that had been washed by blood were glowing more and more brightly, and they were dotted like stars. It's hard to believe that this is the look in the eyes of a man who has killed countless people.
After beating it a few times, his hand finally hit it weakly for the last time. Half of his body bent down weakly, and only his arms were still raised stubbornly, as if he was still waiting for something.
The flashing light was very urgent. When Jiang Dongliu was unable to move anymore, it flashed a few times. All the light spots were absorbed into the girl's body and disappeared, as if they had never appeared. The girl's soft and beautiful face was revealed again, but this time she seemed a little different, with a trace of subtle business.
Ning Xia's heart was beating fast, her throat was choked, and she couldn't tell what she was nervous about. Like the other two people in the room, she was staring at the man, as if expecting something.
The soft eyelashes trembled slightly, but still refused to open and struggled.
Jiang Dongliu, who was already drooping, also struggled to raise his body, as if he was trying to see clearly what happened to the girl and what he wanted to witness.
Is this... alive? Ningxia couldn't help being surprised.
The girl was still in the process of waking up. Her eyelashes trembled and then stopped, one after another, and then trembled again. Every slight movement shook the hearts of onlookers.
Finally, the closed eyes slowly opened, revealing the eyes, which were as clear as imagined, like a sky filled with stars.
She turned her head slightly and looked into Jiang Dongliu's bloody eyes not far away. One is clear, the other is turbid, things are different and people are different.
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After a few knocks, a large mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of Jiang Dongliu's mouth, but there was a cheerful smile on the corner of his mouth, like the last bit of color in his life.
He held on, holding on to the last breath in his chest and lungs, but refused to swallow it. His eyes widened, refusing to let go of the sight, for fear of missing something.
Soon... I will... see her.
She has come back. so good.
As long as I can see her again...what does it matter if I die?
He wants to see her. Those clear eyes full of affection, that lively face, the sweet smile and even the expression of deep hatred.
Want to hear her talk. Whispers, flattering words, reproachful words, saying you like him, saying you love him, saying...hate him. If he thinks about it so much, he will go crazy.
He wanted her to wake up and say a word to him...even if she hated him. This way he is satisfied.
Because he had never even dreamed of her in the past countless days and nights. She never wanted to enter his dreams.
