amaotonovel Chapter 168 Kill them
Chapter 168 Kill them
Shen Qingyao instantly realized that the Blissful God lurking within her body was plotting to cause trouble again, attempting to control her mind through this negative emotion and then seize control of her body.
So, she made a quick decision, closed her eyes tightly, and secretly channeled her inner energy, doing her utmost to suppress the surging, murderous urge buoyant within her chest.
"Mom, I...I'm a little tired and want to rest for a while."
Shen Qingyao bit her lower lip tightly, her face as pale as paper, and large beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, but she still tried to remain calm and forced a smile so that Meng Shuqin would not notice anything amiss.
As she spoke, her slightly trembling hands gripped the hem of her clothes tightly to hide her fear and unease.
Seeing Shen Qingyao's tired face and her attempts to suppress her emotions, Meng Shuqin knew that she was in a very bad mood. So she didn't ask any more questions, just nodded slightly, turned around and silently left the room, closing the door behind her.
The moment the door closed, Shen Qingyao, who had been struggling to hold on, finally collapsed to the ground like a deflated balloon.
She struggled to her feet, swayed as she held onto the edge of the table, and slowly sat down.
By this time, she was already panting and exhausted, as if she had just gone through a life-or-death battle.
"That despicable man was so heartless and ungrateful to you! Where in this world is there any true affection? It's all hypocrisy! It's all a deceptive trick!"
A voice filled with resentment and anger echoed repeatedly in Shen Qingyao's mind, deafeningly loud.
"Hurry up and do it! Kill them! Kill that faithless man! Once you kill them, you'll be free from this torment. Kill them!"
Another, even more sinister thought followed, like the whispers of a demon, tempting Shen Qingyao to gradually lose her reason.
Shen Qingyao clutched her chest tightly, the wicked thought like a ferocious beast, constantly assaulting her last line of defense.
She tried her best to suppress it, but the force grew stronger and stronger, surging in like a tidal wave.
Finally, Shen Qingyao bit her lip until it bled, and a trickle of scarlet blood slowly flowed down the corner of her mouth, dripping onto the ground and splashing out shocking blood flowers.
However, she was completely unaware of this, as all her attention was focused on fighting the evil force within her.
"God of Bliss, you despicable creature! If you dare to try again to control my will, do you believe I will not hesitate to use magic to end my own life? At that time, no matter how powerful you are, you will surely be annihilated along with me!"
Shen Qingyao gritted her teeth and squeezed out these threatening and resolute words.
Her voice was low and hoarse, filled with endless anger and resentment.
Just then, a flash of cold light appeared, and an old copper coin sword, as if it had a spirit, flew swiftly toward Shen Qingyao and landed steadily in her hand.
Immediately afterwards, Shen Qingyao began to chant incantations, and a series of obscure and difficult-to-understand incantations came out of her lips, like mysterious music echoing in the air.
As the incantation was chanted, the intense agitation in Shen Qingyao's chest gradually subsided.
Her breathing gradually became steady, and her emotions slowly returned to calm, like the sea returning to tranquility after a storm.
At this moment, Shen Qingyao felt as if all her strength had been drained away, leaving her extremely weak.
Her consciousness finally became clear, but her body remained limp and powerless.
She sat there in the chair, completely exhausted, motionless, as if time had stopped flowing.
After a long time, long enough that the sweat on Shen Qingyao's forehead had evaporated completely and her originally wet hair had dried completely, she finally let out a long sigh and stood up with difficulty.
He staggered to the bedside, then collapsed heavily onto it, closing his eyes tightly, trying to recover from this harrowing battle as quickly as possible.
However, this night was destined to be a sleepless one for Shen Qingyao.
Although she was lying in bed, trying to close her eyes and drift off to sleep, her thoughts were racing like wild horses.
Countless images flashed before her eyes, making it impossible for her to fall asleep.
As the first rays of morning sunlight streamed into the room through the window, Shen Qingyao, sporting large dark circles under her eyes, dazedly got out of bed.
She sat on the edge of the bed, lost in thought for a long time, her eyes remaining unfocused and unfocused, as if she had not yet fully woken up.
Finally, Shen Qingyao sighed deeply, dragged her heavy steps toward the wardrobe, and began to silently pack her luggage.
Every movement seemed so slow and labored, as if she were carrying a heavy burden.
She pondered to herself and decided to embark on the journey back to Taiqing Temple in Lingzhou City to find her master, who possessed profound Taoist skills.
He only hoped to find a way from him to completely eradicate the Bliss God lurking within him.
Although she knew very well that even if her master's strength was unfathomable, the hope of eliminating this troublesome Bliss God was slim.
But her deep-seated desire to survive still drove her to try her luck.
After all, the will to survive is an innate human instinct.
Who would willingly give up their life and choose death as the only way out if there is even a glimmer of hope to continue living?
So she hurriedly began packing her luggage, putting everything she needed into her bag.
Just as she finished tidying up, there was another soft knock on the door.
The sudden noise made Shen Qingyao frown slightly, and a sense of irritation welled up in her heart.
Since that hateful God of Bliss invaded her body, Shen Qingyao's original peaceful state of mind has long been gone, replaced by extreme violence and irritability.
However, even so, she still tried her best to suppress the anger that was about to erupt inside her and strived to maintain a calm appearance.
All that could be heard from outside the door was Zou Daya's usual cheerful and lively voice:
"Young Marshal's wife, are you up? It's time for breakfast."
Upon hearing this voice, Shen Qingyao frowned even more deeply.
At this moment, she had no appetite for breakfast; all she could think about was how to get to Taiqing Temple in Lingzhou City as soon as possible to seek help from her master.
But out of basic politeness and manners, she suppressed her impatience and coldly replied towards the door:
"I won't eat it."
After saying that, she showed no intention of opening the door.
"Oh well!"
Fortunately, Zou Daya didn't think much of it. Seeing Shen Qingyao's firm attitude, she stopped asking and simply responded before turning and leaving.
Only when she heard Zou Daya's footsteps fade into the distance at the end of the corridor did Shen Qingyao's tense face relax slightly, and her expression became more pleasant.
Shen Qingyao sighed helplessly. Due to the influence of the God of Bliss, her emotions were becoming increasingly unpredictable, and she could be ready to kill at any moment.
Whenever she sees someone, she can always find their flaws and things that don't suit her, and then her violent tendencies begin to surge.