Chapter 1218: Chapter 629: Doll
Her voice was steady and calm, yet every word struck them like a chisel, drilling into the hearts of the elderly couple, making their hearts bleed.
The truth is always so hurtful.
Granny Liu wept mournfully, not knowing what to say.
Changtian stood up, wrapped his arm around her shoulder, and took a step to leave: "Let’s go. Since they don’t intend to get rid of this ghost, we needn’t trouble ourselves further." He exerted a bit of strength in his hand, and Ning Xiaoxian knew his patience was exhausted, so she could only sigh and follow him out.
Since the elderly couple had chosen a path of ruin, she was not a hero in a fantasy movie dedicated to subduing demons and devils, forcing salvation upon those who didn’t wish to live; reaching this step was already the utmost benevolence.
He was about to reach the door. Once beyond that wooden door, with his speed, in almost a blink of an eye, he could leave this small farmhouse far behind.
At that moment, a thud finally sounded from behind. Ning Xiaoxian turned back and saw Old Man Zeng on his knees, kneeling.
He finally realized it was truly a matter of life and death, and with a pained expression in Changtian’s impatient gaze, he bit his lip and trembled as he spoke: "Please, sir, help us get rid of this, this scourge!" When he uttered the words "scourge," he felt as if his heart would shatter.
The daughter he cherished like a treasure for years had died a horrible death outside, and now, returned home, her parents considered her a scourge, forced to ruthlessly eliminate her! But what else could they do? The lives of the entire village were now in his hands. Most importantly, he was only sixty years old, and the longer he lived, the more he cherished life—he did not wish to die!
Ning Xiaoxian gently tugged at Changtian’s sleeve. He looked down and saw the warm, clear light in her eyes, involuntarily sighing slightly: "Alright."
The elderly couple couldn’t bear to stay in the hall. Old Man Zeng helped his wife back to their room, and before long, a sharp scream erupted from the hall. Granny Liu immediately fainted in his arms, crying.
He gently patted his wife’s shoulder to comfort her, knowing the Ghost Baby was finally gone forever. He felt as if knives twisted inside him, the pain gut-wrenching, yet there was a trace of relief—as if a heavy stone, pressing on his heart for over a decade, had silently crumbled away.
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Early the next morning, as Old Man Zeng practiced his fist techniques in the courtyard, he noticed Changtian walking out of the house.
Changtian saw him glance over and instinctively closed the door behind him.
Even though Old Man Zeng was burdened with worries, he couldn’t help but smile. This pair of lovers had a small quarrel recently, and yet last night they stayed together in the same room.
He walked up and bowed several times to Changtian, saying respectfully: "Thank you, sir, for saving our lives!" By now, could he not realize the other was of immortal kind?
Changtian glanced at him. This mortal old man had just parted from his beloved daughter’s ghost yesterday, yet today he managed to recover, earning Changtian’s regard: "Where did your daughter encounter the beast?"
Old Man Zeng was taken aback, instinctively pointing into the distance: "Ten miles from here lies the Ten Thousand Mountains, called Red Ghost Mountain. Back then, Qiu’er was attacked by a beast from those mountains that suddenly appeared..."
Changtian’s expression turned slightly strange: "Have there been any anomalies in this place over the years?"
Old Man Zeng thought for a moment before saying: "Now that you mention it, for the past six months, the animals in the mountain have become extremely fierce. Two hunter families in the village perished there, and since then, no one dares to venture there."
Changtian let out a low "hmm," deep in thought.
Old Man Zeng stole a glance at his imposing profile, hesitated, but couldn’t hold back: "Sir... I have something to say, but I don’t know if it’s appropriate?" This immortal’s aura was so intimidating that standing beside him, he felt the temperature drop at least ten degrees. He rarely feared cold, even in ice and snow, after decades of practicing the Five-step Fist, but now he wished he could retreat indoors.
Changtian curiously glanced at him—mortals with the courage to speak to him were indeed rare.
Seeing no displeasure on his face, Old Man Zeng breathed a sigh of relief and said: "My wife fainted several times from crying last night—only by pressing her philtrum did I wake her. Sigh, she knows well enough that the child is long gone, what remains is merely an evil spirit wearing my son’s visage, yet she can’t help herself..."
Changtian slightly frowned. What did this mean? Did he resemble a Jieyu that the old man dared to complain in his presence?
The old man noticed Changtian’s impatient expression and quickly continued: "Ahem, I mean that most women in the world act on emotion, not reason. Sir, you’re a figure of high birth, with great abilities, but as I see it, that young lady—" he glanced at the door Changtian had just exited, "bears true feelings for you and is unafraid of you..."
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