Covering the Sky: Simultaneous transmigration, but both clones are women.

Chapter 99 Kill! Kill! Kill! I hate apologies afterward!

Dusk was falling.

The bluestone pavement on the street was full of potholes and still contained rainwater from last night.

Dim yellow lanterns hung under the eaves of the brick and tile houses on both sides, swaying gently in the evening breeze.

The outline of the city gate tower in the distance is tall and mottled, with the bricks bearing the marks of time.

The steamed bun shop on the street corner was still open, with white steam billowing out from the gaps in the steamer, carrying the aroma of meat filling and fermented dough.

The uncle selling steamed buns leaned against the back of the steamer, holding bamboo tongs in his hand, casually poking at the buns in the steamer.

Meanwhile, the woman who had set up her vegetable stall across the street was packing up her stall, stacking the unsold vegetables into bamboo baskets one by one.

"Hey Lao Liu, weren't you a bit too harsh on that girl just now?"

The middle-aged woman straightened up, rubbed her back, and muttered, "That little girl is so pitiful, they wouldn't even give her a steamed bun!"

The uncle paused for a moment with the bamboo tongs in his hand, looked up, and his face showed a hint of impatience.

"What are you pretending to be, you've been selling vegetables on this street for three years and I've never seen you give her a single bite to eat."

The woman's face stiffened, her lips moved slightly, and her voice lowered, "That's different. I sell vegetables, and..."

"I'm not selling steamed buns!"

"Can't the vegetables be eaten? What's wrong with giving her two stalks of your basket of greens?"

The woman's face began to flush. She lowered her head and continued tidying up her stall, muttering, "I can't argue with you, but you still kicked that little kid—"

The middle-aged man frowned.

However, before he could refute, he suddenly felt a tightness in his chest and sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

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The pedestrians on the street stopped walking at some point.

The peddler carrying his load stopped in the middle of the road, the baskets at both ends of his load still swaying slightly.

The old man leading the donkey stood frozen at the alley entrance, the donkey's front hooves dangling in mid-air, its mouth half-open, unable to even bray.

Several children who were chasing and playing stopped in the middle of the street, still in a running posture, their clothes still fluttering in the wind.

The entire street seemed to have been paused; even the wind had stopped.

The flame inside the lantern no longer flickered, but froze into a solidified flower.

The steam slowed down as it emerged from the gaps in the steamer, hanging in wisps in mid-air like frozen clouds.

The man's pupils contracted sharply, and the bamboo tongs slipped from his fingers.

As dusk settled on the horizon, a black light suddenly shone.

The black light descended from the depths of the clouds, as if someone had drawn a line on the sky with an ink brush, the strokes sharp and the ink dripping.

The black light fell slowly, but it carried a suffocating sense of oppression. Wherever it passed, the clouds were torn apart, the twilight was split open, and the entire sky trembled before the black light.

The black light fell above the street, hovering about three zhang above the ground.

The moment the light faded, a small figure appeared in mid-air.

His clothes were worn and patched, his hair was a bit messy, and his face was dirty.

But those eyes were large and bright, with black flames dancing deep within their pupils, like two clusters of inextinguishable ghost fire.

Little girl.

Or rather, the little girl who was possessed by Ye Chen.

She stood in mid-air, with black halos slowly spreading outwards from beneath her feet, like ripples on the surface of water.

Wherever those halos passed, the air became thick and viscous, making it difficult to breathe.

The little girl looked down at the steamed bun shop on the street corner, and at the middle-aged man behind the steamer who had frozen in place.

Her red lips parted slightly, and she uttered a single word.

"kill!"

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like thunder falling from the heavens, exploding deep in everyone's eardrums.

The echo of the word "kill" still lingered in the air above the street when the second sound fell.

"kill!"

This sound was even colder than before, like an invisible sword piercing from the void and striking straight into the hearts of everyone present.

"kill!"

As the third sound rang out, lanterns under the eaves of brick and tile houses on both sides of the street burst open simultaneously, scattering paper scraps and candle flames.

The stalls outside looked like they'd been swept away by a gust of wind; baskets were overturned, vegetables were scattered everywhere, and even the baskets of steamed buns were overturned, with white buns rolling all over the ground.

The uncle selling steamed buns suddenly collapsed to his knees with a thud.

His face was ashen, cold sweat poured down his forehead, his lips trembled, his teeth chattered, and he couldn't utter a single word.

The vegetable vendors weren't much better off.

She lay on the ground, her forehead pressed against the cracks in the bluestone pavement, trembling like a leaf, making indistinct sobs.

"Please spare me, immortal! Please spare me, immortal!"

The man finally regained his voice, hoarse and broken, his knees pounding on the ground. "I know I was wrong, I know I was wrong. Take as many buns as you want, I'll never do it again—"

The little girl stood in mid-air, looking down at the two people kneeling on the ground.

In those clear eyes, black flames flickered slowly.

"I hate it when people apologize afterwards —"

She tilted her head, her tone casual and nonchalant.

"If apologies were enough, what would be the point of having practitioners?"

The man's body stiffened abruptly, and his kowtowing motion froze in mid-air.

The little girl raised her right hand, extended her index finger, and gently pointed in that direction.

A black thread of light shot out from his fingertip, as thin as a hair, but instantly dispersed into countless strands the moment it left his hand.

Finer filaments of light, like a spider web, enveloped the uncle and aunt.

The light threads entered the two people's bodies silently, without any bloodstains, wounds, or even pain.

But the uncle's body began to change.

His face began to protrude forward, and his nose and mouth merged together, becoming a long snout.

Its ears moved to the top of its head, becoming pointed and long, and grayish-brown hair began to grow all over its body.

In just a few breaths, a living person turned into a gray donkey.

Uncle, no, the donkey knelt on the ground, its four legs trembling, its mouth opening and closing, emitting heavy panting sounds.

Those eyes were still human eyes, but the pupils were filled with terror and confusion.

The older woman was not spared either.

Her body began to shrink, she landed on all fours, her back arched, her nose protruded forward, and her ears grew to the top of her head.

A short tail peeked out from the tailbone and wagged twice.

A pinkish-white sow lay on the ground, her round belly pressed against the bluestone pavement, making grunting noises.

The streets were deathly silent.

Although the frozen pedestrians could not move, their eyes were still moving, and the scene was reflected in their pupils, some in horror, some in fear, and some in bewilderment.

The little girl withdrew her finger, looked down at the donkey and the sow on the ground, and smiled slightly.

The donkey lowered its head, not daring to look at her.

The sow lay on the ground, trembling, making soft grunts.

The little girl turned around, about to leave.

Deep within my mind, a voice tinged with helplessness rang out.

"Is it really necessary to make such a big deal out of it? It's just a matter of disciplining two people."

The little girl's voice came from the spectators, sounding somewhat speechless: "There was a burst of black light again, three shouts of 'kill,' and it froze everyone on the street."

"Are you trying to establish your authority or massacre the entire city?"

Ye Chen's consciousness was in control of this body, and he raised an eyebrow upon hearing this.

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