Killing Wu Ning was much easier than Ranran imagined.
He was already crazy and didn't put up any fierce resistance to her trying to kill him. In his last moments, he just kept repeating that she was not him.
It's a shame, she is who she is.
Even without the memory of her killing him, she was still herself.
Her decision to kill him would not change.
The thick white fog dissipated bit by bit, and finally, Wu Ning's face was expressionless. He became a gray corpse, with only his eyes, which were unwillingly open, still showing a little sense of being alive.
Ran Ran stood in front of him and felt that he was watching her.
The gaze of a dead body, ridiculous.
Soon Ranran realized that the real Wu Ning had been killed by her a long time ago. He was a ghost without even a body. The so-called flesh and blood body was just an image he carefully molded with white mist to create the illusion that he was still alive.
Ranran squatted down and reached out to close Wu Ning's eyes. She saw a wisp of mist escaping from his fingertips, and then his entire body began to disintegrate at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Ranran finally felt relieved, and as she looked at the mist that made up Wu Ning's body, her thoughts were inevitably brought back to the past by the floating white mist - the memory that was blocked under many seals.
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The sky was clear and the afternoon sun was just right, warm but not dazzling. A few young men who looked like Taoist priests tiptoed towards a big tree.
A young man was resting with his eyes closed on top of a big tree. There was an abnormal dark spot under his pale eyes. The sunlight shone through the overlapping branches and leaves and fell on him. The mottled light and shadows looked like countless golden powders sprinkled in the shade.
Several teenagers had malicious smiles on their faces. Before they got close enough, the fat teenager at the end of them suddenly spoke.
"Are we really going to do this?"
His question was immediately met with a vicious glare, "Keep your voice down, you fat pig! If you wake him up, I won't let you go!"
The fat boy murmured and lowered his head, as if he wanted to say something.
"If you have to fart, just fart now. I can't stand seeing you being so timid!"
The fat boy then spoke hesitantly in a very subtle voice, "Aren't you guys going too far..."
A young man raised an eyebrow mockingly upon hearing this, "You guys? Interesting, you didn't include yourself in this?"
"Didn't you tell us the location of the disaster star? Do you think it's too much now? You should know that you are the only one in the entire Xuanmen who can talk to him. If it were someone else, he would have run away like a mouse being teased by a cat."
A young man chimed in sarcastically, "Yes, you are the only 'friend' that the disaster star has in the sect!"
"No wonder you think it's excessive, because he is a friend of the disaster star!"
The young men laughed silently. If they were not afraid of waking up the people resting on the tree, they would have burst into ear-piercing laughter.
The fat boy blushed and tried to defend himself, "I'm not his friend! No!"
The boys stopped laughing instantly and looked at the fat boy sinisterly. "If you want to prove this, today's 'Punish the Disaster Star' plan will be handed over to you to complete."
One of them took out a glass bottle of colorless thick liquid and "poured the bad water on his face."
The fat boy was startled and turned pale, "It will kill people!"
This statement immediately drew ridicule from others, "He is a disaster star, and disaster stars can't die."
"We have tried more severe punishment methods before, but isn't the disaster star alive and well now?"
Several hands clapped on the fat boy's back, causing the fat on his face, which had been squeezed together with fear, to tremble.
Seeing that the fat boy stopped where he was and did not take any action immediately, the boy behind him immediately lowered his voice and said viciously:
"If you don't go, the whole sect will know tomorrow morning that you are a friend of the disaster star. Guess..."
"How will everyone treat you in the future?"
The fat boy shuddered with fear, and the fear on his face gradually turned into fear, and then became firm. Finally, his eyes also showed the same malice as those boys, and this transformation process did not last long.
He tiptoed up the tree, his clumsy body looking nothing like the activity of "tree climbing".
But in a moment he was already sweating profusely, and the sweat flowed down his face and body like a heavy rain, quickly blurring his vision.
But he didn't dare stop at all, because he could feel the pairs of eyes staring at him from behind.
The fat boy barely freed one hand and quickly wiped away the sweat that was about to flow into his eyes, but his movements were too fast and too rough, and he ended up getting the sweat directly into his eyes.
A stinging pain like a needle pricking exploded in his eyeball. The fat boy felt pain and fear, but he couldn't stop and could only keep climbing up.
The higher he went, the more he wanted to cry.
My eyes...really hurt...I wish I could stop.
Finally, the fat boy struggled to climb up to the branch where the boys were resting. Sweat poured out of his body like a waterfall, completely soaking his clothes. He should have been exhausted and out of breath, but under the gaze of the boys under the tree, he didn't even dare to breathe.
If the noise is too loud and wakes up the disaster star, he might become one more unlucky person in the future.
In this horrifying fantasy, the fat boy did not dare to hesitate for a moment to take out the evil water in his arms.
It seemed as if there was nothing in the transparent glass, but the fat boy knew that once this thing came into contact with other objects, let alone human skin, even iron could be burned with a big hole in the blink of an eye!
He took a deep breath, unplugged the bottle cap, and aimed at the disaster star in one go. However, when he was about to pour the bad water on the boy's face, he still hesitated.
He still remembered this face that threw wild fruits to him when his teacher punished him and did not allow him to eat; he also remembered this face that silently walked away when he burst into tears by the river; and he remembered even more that when he made a fool of himself in public, this face was the only one among all people who did not laugh at him.
This face always looked at him and everyone with a pair of very dark eyes.
Just like this moment.
"Ahhhhhhh!" The disaster star suddenly woke up. The fat boy didn't think for a second and poured a whole bottle of bad water on the boy.
The feeling of skin and flesh being corroded and burned spread instantly.
The boys under the tree laughed out loud, "We succeeded! This pig is still somewhat useful!"
The fat boy was frightened by the disaster star who suddenly woke up, and broke out in a cold sweat. After pouring out the bad water, he sat down on the tree in a daze. The glass bottle fell from the tree and smashed into countless tiny crystals on the ground.
"That's the treasure my father gave me. Even if I kill that pig a hundred times, it won't be enough to compensate for it! How dare he break it!"
Soon they could no longer indulge in their anger over the shattered glass bottle, because they realized belatedly that something was wrong.
The current situation is very wrong...
No sound.
Several teenagers looked up suddenly and climbed up the tree, but found nothing unexpected.
The disaster star had indeed been poured out with bad water. At this moment, he was curled up on the tree, twitching in pain, with his knuckles twisted almost like in spasm, but he really didn't cry out.
The previous scream was the sound of the fat boy being frightened by the disaster.
"…What's going on…" They huddled together in confusion, "You can still hold back from screaming? This is even more amazing than before."
"I can't help but admire him..."
The fat boy slumped down on the branch in panic. Now he could finally pay attention to his eyeballs that were aching from the sweat.
But he just covered his eyes with his hands, staring blankly, with cold sweat breaking out all over his body.
The extremely dark and cold eyes of the disaster star flashed through his mind again and again.
It hurts so much… His eyes hurt so much… The fat boy let out a low whimper.
What about the disaster star? Doesn't he feel pain? (End of this chapter)
