Crossing the Cultivation Realm: Two Souls Coexist

Laizi's consciousness was lingering on the edge of despair. His body seemed to have been drained of all its strength, leaving only an empty shell.

Having not eaten for a long time, he is now in a trance and doesn't know where he is.

The beggar lay on the cold ground, feeling the chill transmitted through his body. This chill seemed to freeze his soul as well.

He was no longer afraid, and he shouted loudly that he wanted to die. He no longer had any hope of living.

His vision became increasingly blurry, and he could no longer see clearly around him.

Only the figures of Gu Yang and Hu Qing were swaying in the sight. Their movements were like slow motion, and every detail was infinitely magnified.

There was no expression on Gu Yang's face, his eyes were cold, and he took out a slender kitchen knife and a whetstone from the side.

He sat down on the ground, and the kitchen knife in his hand made a harsh friction sound on the whetstone.

Every time the blade touched the stone, it was like cutting a knife into the leper's heart.

He wanted to struggle and call for help, but his body seemed to be bound by invisible chains and he could not move.

Hu Qing's movements were equally methodical. He stripped off the lecher's clothes piece by piece, revealing his body covered in dirt.

Laizi no longer had the strength to stop him and could only let Hu Qing do whatever he wanted.

Hu Qing took out the wooden sticks he had prepared in advance, tied them into a "cross" shape, and after making sure they were firm, he thrust them into the ground with force.

Holding the horizontal wooden stick, he shook it down hard. After a while, the simple cross stood firmly in the cemetery.

Hu Qing lifted the lecher's arms and tied his body to a simple cross.

When the bald man's skin touched the cold wood, the cold feeling made him slightly more conscious, but his heart was filled with despair.

He had no choice but to drink the bitter wine that he had brewed out of his own greed.

When Gu Yang's fingers gently touched the blade and confirmed its sharpness, an inexplicable fear surged in Lai Zi's heart.

His eyes were wide open, and Gu Yang's cold figure was reflected in his pupils.

He began to scream loudly, and Hu Qing tore his clothes into strips, tied them together, and tied his mouth tightly.

Gu Yang's knife was getting closer and closer to Lai Zi's body. He wanted to scream and beg for mercy.

But the cloth in his mouth made him only able to whimper.

Gu Yang stood up and his eyes fell on Lai Zi, a look that was a mixture of hatred and pain.

Laizi's body trembled involuntarily. He could feel the murderous intent emanating from Gu Yang, a murderous intent that made his soul tremble.

Gu Yang's blade fell suddenly, Lai Zi's body shook violently, and his eyes turned blood red due to the severe pain.

He wanted to struggle, to escape, but the restraints on his body prevented him from moving.

One sword, two swords, three swords...

Each knife cut like a knife through his heart, and the pain almost made him faint.

Gu Yang vented his anger on him like crazy, and gripped the kitchen knife even tighter.

Warm blood flowed out of the leper's body, staining Gu Yang's hands and face red.

There was no expression on Gu Yang's face, and only the fire of revenge was burning in his eyes.

His blade fell again and again, each time carrying deep hatred.

Hu Qing stood aside, his eyes moving away from the beggar and looking at the scenery in the distance.

There was no fluctuation in his heart, as if the scene before him had nothing to do with him.

All he could see were the mountains and sky in the distance, and the scenery there seemed to attract him more than the bloody scene before him.

In the dark night, the clouds in the sky seemed even thicker, making people feel suffocated.

It looks like snow is coming, a heavy snow that will bury the past.

The entrance to the village seemed extremely lively, with balls of fire appearing there.

Hu Qing squinted his eyes and looked carefully. Something was not right. It was late at night.

The ball of fire was getting closer and closer to them. It seemed that it had noticed that Lai Zi was missing and came to look for him.

The "puff puff" sound behind me has disappeared, it seems that it is almost over.

When Gu Yang finally put down the knife in his hand, there was no life left in Laizi's body.

The whole person was hanging on the cross like a piece of rag, with his head lowered, looking at the grave of Gu Yang's parents.

His eyes were wide, but the life had gone from them.

Gu Yang's body was covered with the leper's blood. He stood there like an evil ghost walking out of hell.

Hu Qing turned his head, his eyes fell on Gu Yang, and then he sighed softly.

It was all finally coming to an end, and it was time to get rid of the inner demons.

Laizi is dead, and his death is a comfort to Guyang's parents.

The figures of the villagers gradually approached, the torches in their hands illuminated the darkness around them, and their footsteps broke the silence.

Zhounian stood at the front of the crowd, the torch in his hand illuminating his complex face.

The firelight danced in his eyes, reflecting the shock and anxiety in his eyes.

His eyes fell on Gu Yang, the child covered in blood, standing in a pool of blood.

There was no expression on Gu Yang's face, and his eyes were empty, as if his soul had been taken away, without any joy of revenge.

He was now in a state of emptiness, not knowing what to do or where to go.

The surrounding villagers exclaimed in surprise when they saw this scene.

They whispered to each other, and their discussions echoed in the cemetery like waves, one after another.

Some villagers covered their mouths, while others retreated in horror, as if the scene before them was the nightmare they least wanted to see.

Zhounian took a deep breath, and his voice was particularly clear amid the noisy discussions.

"Everyone, be quiet!"

He shouted loudly, with unquestionable authority in his voice.

The villagers gradually stopped talking, and the atmosphere in the cemetery became tense and solemn.

Zhou Nian stepped forward, his steps heavy and slow, each step like struggling through mud.

He walked up to Hu Qing and their eyes met in the darkness.

Zhounian's eyes were filled with doubt and worry, and he whispered:

"Is it really that serious? He's going to die sooner or later, why make it so ugly?"

"If that's the only punishment, it's still too light. He killed his parents." Hu Qing shouted loudly.

Zhounian's face became even uglier, as so many villagers were watching from behind.

If he was alone, he could still demonstrate it, but now he can only take Gu Yang back to be punished.

He was about to speak about this, but swallowed the words back when they reached his lips.

For a seven-year-old child, would the following punishment be too cruel for him?

Looking at the tattered body of the leper, he had to give an explanation to the villagers.

At this moment, the clouds in the sky suddenly began to dissipate, as if they were pushed away by an invisible giant hand.

The moonlight shone through the gaps in the clouds, illuminating every corner of the cemetery.

The villagers looked up and saw a white hole in the sky. It was like a giant eye, quietly watching everything below.

A smile appeared on Hu Qing's face. As expected, as long as Lai Zi died, the demon in his heart would be broken.

Gu Yang behind him also raised his head with a miserable smile on his face.

Suddenly, two thick iron chains flew out from the hole. They twisted in the air like living things, and then rushed down suddenly.

The iron chain moved extremely fast, and tied up Hu Qing and Gu Yang almost in an instant.

Before the two men could react, they were tightly bound by iron chains and then pulled straight up.

Hu Qing and Gu Yang's bodies struggled in the air, but their strength seemed insignificant in front of the iron chains.

They could only watch silently as they were pulled towards the mysterious hole, while the villagers below screamed in terror.

Gu Yang opened his dry mouth and shouted loudly, his voice a little hoarse:

"Uncle Zhou! Uncles and aunts! Thank you for always taking care of me. I have some food distributed at home, and I'm leaving it for you. Thank you for your gifts!"

Zhounian’s eyes widened. He wanted to rush forward, but the chain was moving too fast and he had no time to react.

He could only watch as the figures of Hu Qing and Gu Yang became smaller and smaller in the air, and finally disappeared into the white hole.

The villagers in the cemetery fell into chaos. They looked around in horror, not knowing what would happen next.

Some villagers knelt on the ground and began to pray, hoping that this was all just a nightmare and they would wake up soon.