Scourge Messenger

Chapter 353 Slaying the Illusion
You should hear strange noises.

It was the sound of a tongue sliding over water, sticky and delicate. She knew immediately that it was Murong Hui sneaking a bite, because Murong Hui's tongue was very long and flexible, and the sound she made when eating ice cream was particularly... awful.

It wasn't unusual for Murong Hui to sneak ice cream in the middle of the night, and Ying Rushi initially didn't intend to pay attention. However, the sounds grew increasingly subtle and alluring, like two pythons intertwined, making one's heart itch with desire. Moreover, judging from the sound, it seemed to be coming from the window... Were the two of them sneaking ice cream in the middle of the night?

Unable to contain her curiosity, Ying sat up and rubbed her eyes.

Then she saw a scene she would never forget.

[Yan Qing] was still sitting on the windowsill, and [Murong Hui] was indeed there, but they weren't stealing ice cream. Murong Hui straddled Yan Qing's lap, her arms wrapped around the man's neck, their lips pressed tightly together. Even though the light was dim, Ying Rushi could clearly see their tongues moving in and out, lingering and sucking. Just watching them, one could imagine how engrossed they were, as if they were sharing a sweet ice cream.

When they parted, a glistening line of water stretched between their lips, gleaming with a decadent light under the streetlights. Then Murong Hui leaned down and kissed them bit by bit—neck, collarbone, chest, abs—each kiss producing a crisp sound, like a branding iron etching a mark onto a slave.

Finally—

Murong Hui buried her head, but her movements were very slow, as if she were struggling or savoring the moment. She turned to the side, glancing at Ying Rushi, who was peeking from the darkness, and lifted a strand of hair from her temple so that Ying Rushi could see her clearly. A wicked smile appeared on her lips.

As if she had been frozen in place, Ying Rushi finally regained control of her body.

hallucinations.

What an absurd illusion.

Amidst her extreme anger, Ying Rushi also felt a strange sense of amusement. Previous hallucinations, whether good or bad, at least attempted to deceive her, leaving her bewildered and unable to extricate herself. How could her current hallucinations be so outrageous and absurd? How much did the Divine Martial True Blood look down on her?
Strangely, even after realizing it was a hallucination, Ying Rushi was still trapped in the dream. The hallucination world had shattered the moment she realized it the previous night.

She watched helplessly as Murong Hui's movements rose and fell like a chick pecking at rice, producing a sticky, delicate sound. But no matter what she did—circulating her spiritual power, activating her authority, self-harming, or even opening her mortal eyes—she couldn't shatter this enchanting and absurd illusion.

Clearly, there is only one way to shatter illusions.

From the very beginning, the intention of this illusion was to lead her down this path.

Ying Rushi knew very well that there must be something fishy about this, but firstly, she couldn't find any other way to break the illusion, and secondly... her patience had reached its limit!
Zheng!
The Heaven-Slaying Sword is drawn, its swift stroke cutting through the chaos!
Ying Ru deliberately closed her eyes, not looking at or listening to anything, and slashed horizontally with her sword. The blade clearly conveyed the 'slippery' sensation of cutting into flesh.

When she opened her eyes again, Ying Rushi was lying in bed. She turned her head and saw Murong Hui sleeping beside her, and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Just then, Murong Hui yawned, got out of bed, and walked towards Yan Qing. It wasn't until she stepped into the light that Ying Rushi realized she was completely naked; her caramel-colored skin looked as if it had been drizzled with sticky, sweet syrup, gleaming with a captivating glow. Yan Qing pulled Murong Hui into his arms, and they began kissing again, only more passionately and even more indecently so than before.

Ying Rushi's body trembled slightly, not from resentment, but from anger.

"No."

“To defile”.

"The two most important people in my life!"

Ying Ru didn't close her eyes this time, because she wasn't killing Yan Qing and Murong Hui, but just two filthy phantoms using their appearances! This wasn't killing, but purification, preserving the most beautiful years in her memory!
When she opened her eyes again, she found herself standing on the bed, holding the Heaven-Slaying Sword in her hand.

"Hmm?" Murong Hui made a confused snort, first sitting up and looking at her in bewilderment, then standing up.

Ying Rushi's eyes sharpened instantly, and she gripped the hilt of the Heaven-Slaying Sword tightly. However, Murong Hui went to the kitchen, opened the freezer, took out an ice cream, tore open the packaging, and began to enjoy it. Ying Rushi was taken aback, hesitated for a moment, and then sheathed the Heaven-Slaying Sword.

Is this not an illusion, but reality?

But just then, Murong Hui walked towards Yan Qing again. She watched as Murong Hui took a bite of half an ice cream, then straddled Yan Qing's waist and fed the ice cream into Yan Qing's mouth.

Zheng!
……

Zheng!
……

Zheng!
Having slain countless phantoms, upon hearing the call, Ying Rushi instinctively gripped the Heaven-Slaying Sword, her eyes revealing a resolute killing intent.

"what happened to you?"

Yan Qing squatted down by the bed, looking at her with confusion, and asked in a low voice, "Did you have a nightmare? Look, you're all sweaty."

Ying Rushi subconsciously wiped her forehead and realized she was indeed sweating profusely. She then noticed her heart was racing, her breathing was rapid, and her whole body was steaming. She took a deep breath to calm herself and whispered, "I just dreamt about some... bad things."

"Then you can go back to sleep, I can continue the night watch—"

"No, I don't want to sleep anymore." Ying Rushi quickly shook her head: "It's good to wake up my head."

“Alright,” Yan Qing said, “Don’t force yourself. You can rely on us.”

Ying Rushi felt a slight sting in her nose and dared not say much, only nodding vigorously: "Mm!"

Sitting down by the window, Ying Rushi felt a sense of relief. Although she didn't know why such absurd hallucinations were occurring, they wouldn't be able to stay in the Gathering Place for long. She would try to sleep as little as possible for the next couple of days; if she could just get through this and separate from them, the hallucinations should end—

Tsk.

Upon hearing the familiar, sticky, and delicate voice, Ying Rushi's body stiffened instantly, and her entire body and scalp went numb.

Don't look.

Don't turn your head.

No!

But Ying Rushi couldn't control herself. Like a stone statue frozen for a thousand years, she stiffly turned her head to look at the hall. On the bed in the hall, Yan Qing and Murong Hui's figures overlapped, as if they were about to become one. Fingers, palms, tongue, chest, buttocks—the body of the three messengers seemed to have become a musical instrument, playing a mesmerizing melody under the weight of the oppression.

I don't know how much time passed, how long I watched, or how long I endured.

Ying Rushi walked to the bed, her figure dissolving into the darkness, only her crimson eyes fixed on the figures entwined on the bed, as she raised the Heaven-Slaying Sword high.

fall!

(End of this chapter)