Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic One - A Sober Fall

Luo Hua glanced at Luo Hua, her eyes filled with undisguised heartache.

Suddenly, a string of demonic beads fell from the sky, piercing Luo Hua's chest. In just a second, they flew away from Luo Hua, heading towards the hole in the roof, and disappearing into the night sky.

Upon seeing this, Chongzuo flicked his fingers, controlling the Buddhist runes to surge towards the wound on Luo Hua's chest. Under the immense golden light, the black mist dissipated, and Luo Hua let out a terrible scream, piercing and soul-shaking.

Luo Hua abandoned his attack on Wu Minang, flashed to Luo Hua's side, and held her tightly with both arms, his brows furrowed, "A-Hua..."

Chongzu sat cross-legged on the ground, his hands clasped together, with prayer beads between them. He bowed his head and chanted silently. The red dot on his forehead shone brightly. Golden lotus flowers slowly bloomed beneath him, as did behind him. All these golden runes surged toward Luo Hua, as if trying to scatter her.

Luo Hua knelt on the ground, her hair, which had been neatly styled, was now scattered all over the ground. The black mist around her was dispersed by the golden light, and her soul and demonic energy were unstable. Her gentle face was distorted. Perhaps knowing that she could not obtain the monk's flesh and blood, she no longer showed that cannibalistic desire to Chong Zuo. She simply turned her head to look at Luo Hua.

She raised her hand and grasped Luo Hua's arm, her dark eyes trembling violently. Her voice was low and strained, as if she were hiding her emotions. "Brother... A-Hua is sorry, I've dragged you down... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

As the story progressed, Luo Hua's voice grew softer and softer, a sign of her weakening soul and body.

For some reason, facing the imminent demise of Luo Hua, Luo Hua did not launch a swift attack on Chong Zuo. Instead, he held Luo Hua tightly in his arms. Seeing how weak Luo Hua's body was, he embraced her, gently shaking his head. The white ribbon symbolizing a righteous cultivator behind him moved with it. His voice was slightly hoarse, and his eyes were reddening, "Ah Hua, this has never been your fault. It's my fault, it's the fault of the demons of the far west. It has never been your fault..."

It was never Ahua's fault; it was him. He lacked the responsibility of an older brother; it was him...

None of this was Chongzuo's fault, nor was the origin or end of the matter his fault...

It's all his fault. He couldn't protect the lives of the city's inhabitants, nor could he protect Ahua. From the very beginning, after being injured by the demon, he should have died, instead of... clinging to life, causing Ahua so much suffering. Ahua bore his pain and torment... He wasn't a good brother...

As Chongzuo continued his Buddhist chanting, Luohua's figure grew fainter and fainter, and her voice became indistinct and unclear.

Luo Hua forced a smile, leaning her head against Luo Hua's shoulder, innocent and carefree, just like when she was a child enjoying a spring outing, laughing and calling out loudly, "Brother, when I grow up, I want to be a chivalrous knight-errant and save those in suffering—"

"Brother——"

"Brother——"

Luo Hua was momentarily dazed, his thoughts pulled back from his childhood. Looking down, he saw that the face of his younger sister in his childhood overlapped with that of the demon-possessed Ahua now. He frowned and his nose tightened. Ahua's life had deviated from her childhood ideals because she couldn't bear to see her brother suffer and die.

"Brother, you must take good care of yourself..."

Before Luo Hua could finish speaking, she vanished into the world. The demonic energy dissipated, and the remaining kindness and spiritual energy in her heart nourished all things in the world.

Luo Hua's pupils dilated as she stared at her empty hands, her body motionless, like a statue. In that instant, the silent world was filled with the chirping of unknown insects, and the moonlight warmed, gently scattering across the vibrant life on the ground.

"tick"

A drop of clear water falls to the ground; whether it is dew from the tree or a sign of human affection, it is hard to tell.

Luo Hua turned to leave, pausing at the doorway, gazing up at the bright moon in the sky, his expression unreadable. "Master..."

He paused, his throat bobbing as if he were having difficulty swallowing, "Master, this journey to the far west will be fraught with difficulties. You cannot trust any demons, monsters, or humans. May you attain enlightenment and achieve a golden body."

After saying that, he left, and no one knew where he went...

"Chongzuo" hovered in the air, looking down at Luo Hua's departing figure. It was exactly the same as what he had seen in the first half of his life. Then he looked up at the bright moon that seemed to be shoulder to shoulder with him. Black mist rose behind him. Hmph, fate cannot be defied!

His sleeves fluttered in the cool breeze, causing his skin to brush against another's. He slowly lowered his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips beneath the mask. His empty eye sockets, hidden by the black mist, held a mixture of determination and disdain. He refused to believe it!

In the house above ground

Wu Minang approached Chongzuo and gently helped him up. Her charming eyes flickered, and she said unintentionally, "Why didn't Shanmu and Tumi come? Don't they know it's not safe for Master to stay in the house alone? Really."

Chongzu looked up at the night sky through the dilapidated roof and whispered, "They're here."

He recognized that "he" also had beads on him, but those beads were black, with ominous patterns, and emanating black mist.

Wu Minang followed Chongzuo and looked over, only to see "Chongzuo" descend from the sky, landing directly in front of them. Its lips drooped slightly, then it tilted its head to look behind "Chongzuo," raising an eyebrow and asking, "Where's Tu Mi?"

Hehe, that dead snake didn't even come.

Ignoring Wu Minang, Chongzu walked up to Chongzu, reached into his sleeve, and pulled out the small snake, handing it to him. "Master, Tu Mi's soul is injured..."

Chongzuo's usually gentle eyes widened suddenly as he looked at the tattered little snake in "Chongzuo's" hand. He carefully reached out and took it, then slowly wrapped the Buddhist beads around Tumi's body. The little snake was enveloped in golden light, and he asked in a trembling voice, "What's going on?"

Seeing that Chongzuo ignored him, Wuminang felt no shame and moved closer to the two of them to listen to their conversation.

"Chongzuo" looked down at the small snake in Chongzuo's hand and recounted what had just happened.

Upon hearing this, Chongzuo's expression turned somewhat angry, and his voice became heavy, "Why did Su Luochi do this! This little demon has no grudge against him. It was like this last time, and it's like this again this time. What is Su Luochi trying to do?!"

After saying that, both Chongzuo and Wuminang looked at Chongzuo, with only one thought in their hearts: It's all for you.

A sigh escaped from Chongzuo's lips. He looked down at Tumi with pity and affection, and reached out to touch the snake's body. The little snake in his palm did not move at all, but just lay quietly in his palm. If you did not look closely, it would look like a dead object.