The Spirit World

Chapter 917 Faceless
“Do you think people will repeat the same mistakes?”

she asked, and he didn't answer.

"..."

But the way he hesitated to speak made her unable to help but ask again.

"Do you think life has meaning?"

She raised her head and looked at him, feeling that he was missing something that would allow her to see his appearance clearly.

He lacks... a mask...

A human mask.

"Will you leave me?"

Her small hand held his big hand tightly, but she still couldn't hear his answer.

"..."

So she couldn't help but ask him again.

"When will you leave me?"

"..."

This time, he still didn't speak, and she could only raise her head to look at his expression. He also abruptly responded to her wait-and-see attitude.

It was a blank face, with some lines blooming like flowers on the cheeks, like silk threads wandering on the empty white space. The red silk threads were entangled together and slid down the cheeks, like the clear tears of this taciturn man, falling to the ground drop by drop.

The winding and crisscrossing broken arms were like a protruding stone on the mountain range, dyed vermilion in the red stream. Dirty juice slowly flowed out of the empty robe that had long been torn, and the slightly bulky body rolled down from the end of the Jieshi mountain.

She looked around and saw endless emptiness and loneliness.

She seemed to be a little relieved, her shoulders sank like an old dove about to fall asleep, and she sighed...

No one could hear it, only the wailing of crows accompanied the sunset, burning the wilderness with darkness and crimson.

A figure walked straight and upright from the center of the huge evening sun towards here.

The man wore black clothes and held a green sword. His tall figure was wrapped in a black robe. Hollow and white plum blossoms lay on his body like flowing water, as if the end of the world was just around the corner after all the prosperity had ended.

The green plum does not compete with the mountain flowers for beauty. This little bit of white is just the right amount of white, highlighting the beauty of this visitor with a touch of simplicity.

In his starry eyes, everything about her seemed so petite. She was holding a round stone that was glowing strangely. The evil purple light was so long that it seemed to poke a hole in the sky and pierce through the dark clouds.

It seemed as if she was the only one who could see him.

He calmly looked at the man walking towards him step by step under the sun. The speechless mask suddenly turned into a beautiful white. The bloodstains were gone, but the broken arms and limbs fell one after another. The light drops fell down, and after they fell, they turned into a tragic scarlet.

"How should a person spend his life..." Chang Yufeng responded to the girl's question while holding a sword.

Chang Yufeng knew that she was not asking him, but about an evil thought that came out of nowhere.

"I have no way to answer you..."

He slowly took out the sword from his waist, and a cold light flashed in the girl's eyes. She was really scared for a moment and took a step back, but she tightly grasped the pebble in her hand and released it like a purple light explosion.

The only thing she could see was that he suddenly tapped his feet, and like a light swallow leaping, he appeared in front of Chang Yufeng at an extremely fast speed as fast as a rabbit.

The claws, as smooth as a snake, with silk-thread spikes, blocked Chang Yufeng's progress in an instant. Just at the moment they touched, the magic sword Artes's green light became stronger, and it cut the silk thread with the soul-green flame that cut off life and death, exploding the steel claws and shattering the endless white face.

She quickly took a step back. The round stone in her hand suddenly stopped flashing purple light and instead emitted billowing black smoke, burning her hand. She quickly dropped the round stone and looked at her right hand which was left with a black mark. She then unconsciously looked at the man who had put away his sword and was walking towards her.

My head is almost full of white hair. How could time be such a sneaky thief?

Long white hair spread out from Chang Yufeng's black robe. The jade pendant on his waist was like a bright jade shadow, and his majestic beauty was revealed in the darkening sky.

He looked at the girl beside him, slowly squatted down, and took the still hot pebble in his hand. The pebble was no longer hot, nor was it smoking, like a worm that had lost its host and was at the mercy of others.

She stepped back in fear, leaving clear splashes and distinct sounds in the sticky ditch of blood.

"You...who are you?!"

She asked first.

Her mask suddenly fell on his face, and fear forced him to move again. Whenever she moved, the blood pool would wriggle, accompanied by the stench of limbs and juices, waiting for an opportunity to move, strangling people's dreams. "Huang uses the magic stone... There is no price... He can do whatever he wants... He is really an extremely evil thought machine."

Chang Yufeng took the round stone in his hand, and the purple light bloomed again. The light once again pierced through the black sky and illuminated the entire sky once again.

The light is like a swimming dragon, repairing everything here bit by bit.

The broken arms and limbs are pieced together bit by bit, and no matter whether it is a person or an object, everything is being restored to its original owner in a wonderful way.

Mountains and water, flowers and grass, birds, beasts, insects and fish.

Except there was no light.

Of course there will be no light, the dusk has gone and it is night.

"I am Chang Yufeng."

"Chang Yufeng...who is it?!"

Chang Yufeng watched everything in front of him recover in the purple light. She also looked at Chang Yufeng in great surprise, as well as everything that was recovering among the petals.

She just spent the whole day destroying this place!
Now! They! They! Them! All these bad things! Are back to the way they were!

She hated it! Anger rose in her eyes.

Maybe she is still young and really doesn't know how to hide her emotions.

Chang Yufeng saw her anger and stared into her eyes, looking at her.

"Chang Yufeng is an ancient god..."

"And I am the reincarnation of this ancient god..."

"My name in the human world is Chang Yufeng. That's the name my parents gave me. I'm not someone's reincarnation. I am just myself."

He placed his hand on the girl's head. She suddenly shrank her neck in fear, like a frightened little fish. She wanted to escape like crazy, but could not break free from Chang Yufeng's palm.

He was so frank, his long white hair fell from his shoulders, silver like snow, his body of a god did not match the fake jade pendant at all, yet there was no way to verify its existence in the world.

"..."

She was also as difficult to answer as her puppet.

She could only stare at the sincere eyes of the man in front of her, moving her pupils slightly, gritting her teeth, pointing at everything that had been restored, and roaring with a crying voice.

She roared, her throat turning red.

"They! They're all bad guys! You should help me! Not them!"

She really needed help, but no one could help her.

Huang helped her with the magic stone, and she was successfully helped.

But everything was ruined again...

The one who came was not her savior.

Reasonable for her! Unfair for her!
This is not fair at all!
She suddenly tried to grab the pebble in Chang Yufeng's hand, but Chang Yufeng held it tightly and she couldn't hold it at all.

She gritted her teeth, looked at Chang Yufeng, and kicked Chang Yufeng in the face with her feet that were no longer bleeding.

She pulled the pebble in Chang Yufeng's hand with both hands and feet at the same time.

Suddenly tears streamed down my face.

Roaring...

"This isn't! Fair!!!"

“This isn’t fair!!!!!”

“This isn’t fair!!!!!!”

(End of this chapter)