allonlinenovel Chapter 119: Burning, killing, looting, and committing all kinds of evil
Chapter 119: Burning, killing, looting, and committing all kinds of evil
The black fog surged around her like a tide, depriving her of consciousness bit by bit and pushing her into the endless dark abyss.
She moved mechanically like a puppet, gradually becoming a soulless zombie, with only an empty shell left wandering in this dark world.
Suddenly, a surge of violent energy surged from all directions, like the roar of countless wild beasts, madly pouring into Yun Yueqing's hollow body. Her eyes instantly turned red, like burning flames, revealing a bloodthirsty frenzy and a desire for killing.
Yun Yueqing's body was no longer stiff, but moved in a strange and swift posture, like an awakened wild beast.
Her fingertips flashed with cold light, and every swing was accompanied by the sound of air tearing, leaving shocking trails of blood wherever she passed.
Her figure shuttled through the darkness, like the scythe of the god of death, ruthlessly reaping all lives.
Roar—the bewitching voice exploded in Yun Yueqing's mind, like the whisper of a devil from the abyss, carrying endless resentment and temptation.
Her eyes became even crazier, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
At this moment, she was no longer Yun Yueqing, but a puppet controlled by hatred and killing.
"They all deserve to die!"
Her voice was low and hoarse, with an unquestionable determination.
The darkness around her seemed to respond to her call, surging even more violently.
Illusory black hands stretched out from the void, tightly wrapping around all the living beings around them and dragging them into the endless abyss.
Yun Yueqing's figure was looming in it, and every swing was accompanied by the disappearance of life and the wails of despair.
Yun Yueqing's body was controlled by the invisible power of Hou and turned into the embodiment of destruction.
Her eyes were as red as torches, burning with flames, illuminating everything around her.
Wherever she passed, all living things were destroyed and no grass or trees grew.
Her figure drew strange arcs in the air.
Every swing was accompanied by a fierce gust of wind, instantly tearing apart those innocent lives.
Blood splattered everywhere, dyeing the dark space red, and the air was filled with a disgusting smell of blood.
And those illusory black hands followed like shadows, tightly entangling every creature that tried to escape, and dragging them mercilessly into the endless dark abyss.
The previous moment, the market was filled with laughter, the hawkers' cries and the children's playful sounds intertwined into a warm picture of life.
The sunlight shines through the sparse clouds, dappling onto the bluestone road, adding a touch of warmth to this ancient town.
However, at this moment, Yun Yueqing stepped into this peaceful place like a Shura returning from hell.
Her eyes were like burning hellfire, and wherever they went, life was instantly extinguished.
The villagers opened their eyes wide in horror, and before they could even call for help, they were torn to pieces by the fierce wind.
The crying of children, the screaming of women, and the roaring of men all turned into desperate wails at this moment, echoing in the empty market.
Blood splattered like a fountain, dyeing every inch of the land red, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood and death.
Her figure shuttled through the crowd, and every time she swung her claws, a life disappeared before her eyes.
Her eyes were red and showed no emotion, as if she was just carrying out a monotonous and boring task.
The villagers fled in all directions, but there was nowhere to hide.
Her claws cut through the air, leaving silver trails and instantly tearing the fleeing villagers in half.
Blood gushed out, staining her clothes red, but she didn't care and continued her killing.
A child hid in the corner, shivering, his eyes full of fear.
Yun Yueqing noticed him, a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she slowly walked towards him.
The child's cries echoed in the empty market place, but no one could save him.
Yun Yueqing raised his sharp claws high and brought them down in an instant. The child's crying stopped abruptly, leaving only a pool of blood and a broken body.
Yun Yueqing's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, scanning the fleeing crowd as if choosing the most suitable prey.
The corner of her mouth curled up into a wicked smile, which was full of cruelty and mockery.
Suddenly, her eyes lit up and locked onto several children hiding behind the grocery stalls.
These children are talented and exude a faint aura. They are undoubtedly the best "food" for her.
She flashed and appeared in front of the children like a ghost.
She stretched out her skinny hands and picked them up effortlessly as if they were chicks.
The children's eyes widened in fear, their limbs waved helplessly in the air, and their cries rose one after another.
Yun Yue sneered, licking the sharp fangs with the tip of her tongue, her voice low and satisfied.
"Only food like this can fit into my mouth."
There was a greedy light flashing in the depths of her pupils, like the abyss staring at its prey.
The sharp teeth suddenly pierced the child's fragile skin, blood gushed out, staining the corners of her mouth red, but also awakened some dormant power.
A strange green light flashed in the child's eyes, and the light quickly spread, swallowing up his original fear and helplessness.
His body began to tremble violently, as if an invisible force was surging in his body. His bones made crisp sounds and his muscles tensed rapidly.
In just the blink of an eye, the child suddenly grew into a teenager.
His skin turned gray, his eyes were empty and lifeless, and a sneer exactly the same as Yun Yueqing's appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Yun Yueqing strolled along the empty streets. The doors of the houses, big and small, on both sides were all closed because of her horrific behavior, as if even the wind was afraid and took a detour.
Suddenly, an untimely noise came from a large house in front, breaking the dead silence.
It was a mansion with carved beams and painted rafters. The vermilion door was half-open, letting in faint candlelight.
Yun Yueqing approached slowly and heard a woman's crying and a man's shouting mixed with the ping-pong sound of overturned tables and chairs.
She pushed open the door, and a warm breeze mixed with the aroma of food hit her face, completely different from the gloomy outside.
The room was in a mess, with porcelain fragments scattered all over the floor. The flickering candlelight illuminated the terrified and distorted faces.
Yun Yueqing's gaze was like ice, sweeping across everyone, making the already tense atmosphere even more tense.
The woman knelt on the cold floor, her messy hair stuck to her sweaty cheeks, her eyes red and swollen, full of despair and pleading.
A newborn baby was held tightly in her arms. The little one had his eyes closed and his face was pale, as if he didn't even have the strength to cry.
Beneath the woman was a pool of blood, soaking her tattered dress, which was proof of the pain of childbirth she had just experienced.
She kept knocking her head, each time hitting the ground heavily with a dull sound, and her forehead was covered in blood.
The air around her seemed to freeze because of her despair. Her tears mixed with blood dripped onto the floor, splashing tiny blood flowers.