C13 Foxy Ling'er

If it wasn't for that, why would she let you live?

At that moment, the pain on her skin was nothing. It was as if someone had cut her heart off, and she felt so much pain that she wished she was dead.

Her heart was completely numb. Only now did she suddenly realize that her eyes, which had been blinded by love, had regained their clarity.

No wonder, no wonder she had lived in the warehouse since she was born. For eighteen years, her range of activity was only ten feet in the warehouse, and she could not see anyone or see light.

She had been locked in this small dark room for eighteen years just for today, and she was being skinned alive.

When the skin was completely peeled off, she was still alive. Without the skin, the wind in the room was like a knife that had cut her body, causing waves of pain.

It was as if even the rise and fall of her chest when she breathed would bring about a wave of unbearable pain. At this time, it was even more unbearable to live than to die.

Old Master Hu grabbed the skin and looked at the softness of the skin. He completely ignored the half-dead person on the workbench.

"Kill me." Caisang stared at the ceiling with her eyes wide open. Her voice was weak.

The skinning job required a steady hand and a slow speed. It took four hours to peel off the skin.

During those four hours, Caisang seemed to have been dead and alive countless times. At the beginning, her eyes were still filled with anger, but now, there was only deep despair.

"You can't die, Ling'er. It's not the time yet." Old Master Hu's voice was very gentle as he reached out his hand to gently caress Caiang's cheek.

Just as his hand touched her face, Caiang felt as if she had been cut by a sharp blade. Waves of heart-piercing pain came from her cheek, and the blood on her face kept falling.

Without skin, it actually felt like this. Even such a gentle touch was like being cut by a knife, causing her heart to continuously contract.

Tears rolled down her cheeks, and the pain instantly became much sharper. The more she felt the pain, the more she wanted to cry. The more she cried, the more painful she felt. This cycle continued, forcing Caiang to want to end this endless torture as soon as possible.

For seven days and seven nights, her flesh and blood had dried up. Caiang's eyes could no longer shed any tears, and despair covered her eyes.

On the evening of the seventh day, Old Master Hu came again.

He held a bone-tip knife in his hand and a glass bottle. It was a small bottle with a yellow talisman wrapped around it.

"It's time to send you on your way, Ling'er." Old Master Hu held the knife in his hand and stood in front of the table. "After a while, at the time of three o’clock in the morning, I will take back your soul. Your soul will be attached to the Thousand Faces. At that time, you will be able to achieve true immortality. Don't be afraid, I will be very quick."

"I want to ask you a question. Father, why me, not Hu Shisan?" Caiang's voice was hoarse and cold.

She didn't understand. The two of them were twins, but one was male and the other was female. There was no difference. Each of them had half a chance of survival. How could she be so unlucky?

Old Master Hu said with a face full of reason, "How can it be your brother? He is the Hu family's bloodline. Without him, the Hu family will lose its bloodline. How can you be so vicious?!"

His words seemed to have ignited the fuse. The explosives buried in Caisang's chest exploded, and her chest was in a bloody mess.

At midnight, Old Master Hu held the sharp knife in his hand. Her eyes turned red, and the moonlight fell on Caisang's body from the window. She shouted, "Today, I will die. One day, I will come back. I want everyone in the Hu family to die with me! I want..."

"Pfft!"

The sharp knife cut into her chest, and the sound stopped. The moonlight outside the window was like blood.

Caisang felt that the strength in her body had been drained away. A white light flashed in front of her, and her body seemed to be imprisoned in a small glass bottle. She couldn't struggle.

It was as if she was drowning in water. The light in front of Caisang gradually disappeared, and what replaced it was a dark ink-like darkness.

Caisang kept struggling. She was unwilling to die like this. She still had other things to do, so she couldn't die here.

"What else can you do? What else can you do? You were born in this small house, and you will die in this small bottle after you die. You don't have any ties with anyone. Why do you have to struggle? Go and rest in peace..."

Someone's voice sounded, as if an evil spirit was trying to entice her. Caisang immediately felt a bit confused.

Yes, her father didn't want her anymore. Her mother didn't love her, and her father didn't love her. Even if she lived, what could she do?

Caisang slowly closed her eyes, allowing the despair and exhaustion to swallow her up.

However, at that moment, Caisang suddenly felt a wave of heat on her chest. It was like a fire, burning more and more fiercely. It hurt so much that Caisang was unable to calm down.

It was as if something that she had forgotten had spurted out of her heart. Images that she had seen before flashed past her eyes, so fast that she couldn't catch them.

A silver light flashed past Caisang's eyes. Upon closer inspection, it was a young man. That person was dressed in white, and he had a pair of cold eyes. The sword in his hand was thrust towards Caisang's chest.

At that moment, all the illusions faded away, and Caisang instantly regained her senses.

...

On the side of Qujiang.

The chains tightened and dragged Caisang deeper into the mud. Caisang, who was tied to the chains, was tightly hugged by a withered skeleton. The withered fingers covered her eyes and ears.

When the skeleton saw that Caisang had already fallen into the illusion, it slowly reached into Caisang's embrace and took out a Water Trap Talisman and threw it out.

The cold water instantly entered her nose as she breathed. Caisang looked a little uncomfortable, but she was still asleep and didn't wake up.

The white skeleton tightly hugged Caisang and squeezed her neck. The hand gradually tightened, and from the skull, one could see a sinister smile. "Sleep, continue to sleep. If you die for me, I'll live for you."

"Shua!"

Caisang grabbed her hand and forced her hand to move away from her throat.

Caisang's eyes were ice-cold. "You want to live for me? I'm afraid you won't be able to shoulder the burden on my body. That is something that is even more painful than death."

The skeleton instantly lost its strength, and its soul left its body in an instant, wanting to escape.

"Stop!"

Caisang casually grabbed and grabbed the mist-like thing, dragging it in front of her. "I caught you."

"Did you drag me into that illusion just now? You are Hu Ling'er?"

The resentment did not answer.

There was only one reason why the Thousand Faces that the Hu family created was so realistic and could move.

All the souls of the Hu family's women were separated and placed inside the Thousand Faces, allowing the Thousand Faces to have a Spiritual Sense. If one wanted to control their movements, they did not need to have a lot of skills. They only needed the Ghost Controlling Technique.

The souls of these people had long been shattered and could not be pieced together. What was causing trouble here was just some resentment. There was no shape or appearance, just a wave of resentment.