latelenovela Chapter 205: Not enough success, more than enough failure
Chapter 205: Not enough success, more than enough failure
After saying this, her gaze seemed to travel through time and space and land on a distant and unreachable place, where there were emotions and commitments that she could not give up.
"Then I'll feel at ease."
The little boy's smile became even brighter, as if a stone in his heart had fallen to the ground, and pure and bright joy spread around him.
Sheng Junwei suddenly changed the subject, with a look of gentle concern between her brows, "Why do you think I want to be your mother? Where is your mother?"
Her words were gentle but powerful, trying to touch the softest part of the little boy's heart.
The little boy's expression suddenly dimmed, like a small flower trembling in the wind and rain, "My mother was murdered."
There was endless sorrow and unspeakable heaviness hidden in those words, which made people feel pity.
Sheng Junwei was about to continue asking questions, but was interrupted by a stern look suddenly cast at her from behind the curtain.
The eagle-like sharp eyes of the head of the Daqiang family were staring at her coldly, and there was a warning in his eyes that could not be ignored, as if reminding her that some things should not be investigated too deeply.
Change the scene, the other side...
As night fell, darkness painted the sky like thick ink, as if an invisible hand was stirring it, causing the cloud waves in the air to roll endlessly as if driven by an angry sea god, accompanied by thunderous roars, and the whole sky seemed to be roaring.
This ominous scene was frightening. The entire village seemed to be shrouded in a depressing dark red night, foreshadowing that an unknown disaster was about to strike.
The conversation between the little boy and Daqiang's family was suddenly interrupted by this unusual astronomical phenomenon. They both exclaimed at the same time, their faces full of fear and confusion.
The members of the Daqiang family were filled with remorse, with despair in their voices, "I was so wrong! Spare my life!"
The voice trembled in the wind, like a drowning man's last cry for help.
Sheng Junwei's eyes penetrated the night sky and stared directly at the surging Yun Mo. Her face darkened and her voice was filled with helplessness and anger. "Not enough to accomplish anything, but more than enough to cause trouble!"
Her accusation was like a sharp blade, cutting through the tranquility of the night.
At the same time, at the entrance of Nanping Village, a small river that once flowed gently has now been artificially diverted to bypass the village entrance.
Since the horrific murder thirty years ago, the villagers, out of fear of the revenge of the water ghost, resolutely buried this gift from nature and instead guided the water to a hidden place behind the village.
However, at this moment, the river water, which should have been clear, actually emitted a strange red light, like blood flowing in the night, which was shocking.
Han Yue'er stared at the black gas rising from the river. Even though she was usually very brave, she couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart at this moment. Her voice trembled slightly, "Master Gu, is there really something in the river... in the river?"
Her questions seemed to be blown away by the wind, filled with uncertainty and uneasiness.
Gu Weiyi, however, looked nonchalant. He gently waved the folding fan in his hand, looking confident. "It's okay. She's just a female ghost. For me, dealing with her is as easy as crushing an ant."
Han Yueer heaved a sigh of relief after hearing this, but the nervousness had not completely dissipated. "That's good."
Fan Ruoxuan, who was standing by, gently waved his folding fan, smiling leisurely, "Miss Han, don't worry. No matter how powerful the evil spirit is, I will never allow it to hurt you in the slightest."
His words were powerful, as if they were a reassurance to everyone present.
Just when Pei Yu and Yang Shengming hurriedly arrived, they happened to capture Fan Ruoxuan's solemn promise and the scene where Gu Weiyi threw a talisman at the red river water.
The talisman containing mysterious power burst into dazzling golden light as Gu Weiyi shouted "Break!" in a low and powerful voice. It was like a bright sharp blade, trying to tear a gap in the thick black air.
Everyone held their breath and waited, only to see that the black gas seemed to have weakened a bit under the impact of the golden light. There were subtle changes in the air, as if the dawn of victory was gradually emerging.
Han Yueer's face was filled with joy, and hope shone in her bright eyes. "The black energy has weakened. Master Gu is really amazing!"
Her praise was like a spring breeze, bringing some warmth and encouragement.
Gu Weiyi looked calm, as if he had expected all this. He took out another talisman from his sleeve, his face full of confidence, "No matter how powerful the female ghost is, she can't defeat my Pinglongshan ghost-killing talisman. A few more of them and it will surely be reduced to ashes."
Before he finished speaking, he accurately threw another spell containing supreme power into the river, but...
Bang!
With a deafening roar, the black energy in the river, which had seemed to be weakened, suddenly exploded and turned into an unstoppable force, tearing the talisman that had just been thrown into pieces.
The golden light shone for a moment, but was submerged in the surging black evil in the next moment, appearing so fragile and powerless.
Under the impact of the sudden invisible force, Gu Weiyi's figure was like a kite with a broken string. He was hit hard in the chest and flew backwards, falling heavily to the ground.
A hot and fishy liquid surged up my throat; it was the passion of life and the price of fighting.
Just when he was almost unable to control himself and was about to spit out blood, a cold female voice suddenly sounded like the chill wind at dawn, "Don't spit!"
The voice was cold and clear, but it carried an unquestionable majesty.
Gu Weiyi's body stopped abruptly in the air. Almost out of instinct, he swallowed hard, trying to swallow back the hot blood that was about to gush out.
When everyone looked at the direction of the voice, they saw Sheng Junwei walking out from the deepest night like a ray of light at dawn. Her figure carried an otherworldly holiness, bringing a glimmer of hope to this land shrouded in fear.
Han Yueer's face was solemn, her eyes full of concern, "If you don't spit out the blood clots, it will be bad for your recovery."
She knew very well that if the accumulated blood could not be discharged in time, it would only be more dangerous for the injured.
Gu Weiyi was struggling to hold on, and after hearing these words, he finally couldn't hold it in any longer. A mouthful of blood spurted out like a torrent that had been suppressed for a long time, staining the front of his shirt red.
Sheng Junwei's face instantly turned livid, and a hint of anger and reproach flashed across her eyes, "How foolish!"
These three words, like a sharp sword, pierced the hearts of everyone present, forcing people to reflect that sometimes being too aggressive may be the greatest stupidity.
Han Yue'er was about to refute when she suddenly felt the atmosphere around her become unusual, and a heart-pounding chill quietly spread.
Before, the subtle discomfort in the village, although disturbing, did not pose a real threat to her; but at this moment, it was like a thousand-year-old ice that penetrated her bones and marrow, and her body seemed to be firmly bound by an invisible and powerful force, unable to move.
"What kind of situation is this...?"
Each word squeezed out from between her teeth seemed extremely difficult, and her voice revealed unprecedented confusion and fear.