The young monk turned back and looked at Mo Xiaoji: “Hurry and go! If my senior brother finds out, you won’t be able to escape.”
Just as the young monk finished speaking, his senior brother walked in, staring at the dagger in Mo Xiaoji’s hand, his face changing: “Junior brother, have you gone mad? Don’t you want to go home and see your mother?”
The young monk gave a bitter smile: “It’s not me who’s mad, but my senior brother. Mother has been dead for a thousand years. Even if we break the curse, we can’t go back to the days when our mother was alive. I don’t want to continue helping evil anymore. I advise my senior brother to stop helping that devil. He’s also delusional. He may have boundless magical powers, but what has he gained after a thousand years? He can’t even get a woman, yet he’s made us live like ghosts for a thousand years, neither human nor ghost.”
“You…” The young monk’s senior brother became furious, rushing towards Mo Xiaoji to snatch the dagger, but was tightly held back by the young monk.
The young monk shouted at Mo Xiaoji: “Why aren’t you leaving? What are you waiting for?”
Mo Xiaoji kept retreating, turning and diving into the tunnel, running frantically.
Today’s last chapter
Chilling Atmosphere
Mo Xiaoji didn’t know how far she had run. The tunnel was pitch black, with only her own breathing accompanying her. Gradually, Mo Xiaoji could no longer hear her own breathing, but instead heard another woman’s, light, with a hint of cold air, faint yet distinct.
Mo Xiaoji suddenly stopped, her breathing abruptly ceasing. Her mind went quiet, with only those faint, weak breaths that seemed to pound heavily in her mind, making her face turn pale continuously.
Mo Xiaoji felt the presence right behind her, perhaps with disheveled hair, pale-faced, eyes definitely filled with eeriness, fingers certainly long, with blood-red nail polish.
Mo Xiaoji’s mind was filled with the most terrifying imaginations.
Drop by drop, something continuously dripped onto Mo Xiaoji. She reached out with trembling hands to touch her clothes – the substance was sticky and foul-smelling. Mo Xiaoji’s nerves instantly tensed as if about to explode, causing her to scream and run desperately.
Tears flooded Mo Xiaoji’s eyes. Fear and loneliness momentarily surrounded her completely.
Since coming to this world, every moment seemed to be in the terror of death. An ordinary person might have long lost the desire to survive, but Mo Xiaoji’s will to live was also diminishing.
Running, Mo Xiaoji’s legs gradually went numb, even her eyes feeling numb.
The pitch-black cave, without a trace of light, this tunnel seemed endless. No matter how Mo Xiaoji ran, she couldn’t reach its end.
She had been in despair in the forest before, but never like now.
In the dense forest, dawn always came, but here, besides darkness and murky air, there was no hope for Mo Xiaoji.
Mo Xiaoji stopped, still clutching the dagger the young monk had given her. She slowly raised the dagger, perhaps death could be her best release.
Mo Xiaoji closed her eyes, and the pitch-black dagger suddenly burst into brilliant light.
Yingluo
Silence fell around Mo Xiaoji, even the eerie breathing had stopped.
The dagger’s brilliant light made Mo Xiaoji’s eyes hurt, and even with her eyes closed, she could feel the infinite power radiating from the dagger.
Mo Xiaoji rubbed her eyes and opened them.
In the dagger’s golden light sat an elderly monk with kind and benevolent features, gazing at Mo Xiaoji with a compassionate look, nodding and smiling slightly.
Mo Xiaoji held the dagger, staring blankly at the old monk.
“Yingluo, come out!”
Before the old monk’s words finished, a snow-white, incredibly cute little creature leaped out from behind Mo Xiaoji.
This little creature was extraordinarily beautiful, with blood-red eyes, a black little nose, a triangular red mouth, and about the size of a human palm.
It darted out from behind Mo Xiaoji and ran away.
The old monk smiled slightly: “Yingluo, if you keep running, this old monk will have this lady chase you with the dagger.”
The creature called Yingluo immediately stopped, its short tail wagging hard, clearly very angry.
Yingluo turned back and bared its teeth at the old monk.
But the old monk’s aged face remained smiling.
“Old monk, don’t meddle. You do your ghost thing, I’ll do my demon thing.”
“Don’t you think you should compensate this lady? She was scared quite badly by you.”
As soon as the old monk finished speaking, Yingluo jumped several times on the ground, angrily shouting: “You damned old monk, you damned old monk.”
Mo Xiaoji was completely bewildered, unable to understand their cryptic exchange.
The old monk turned his head and smiled slightly at Miss Mo Xiaoji: “Her name is Yingluo, an ancient artifact left from ancient times. She is not a real small animal, but a dagger just like the one in your hand. These two daggers were originally a pair, but after thousands of years of cultivation, they developed different preferences.
Yingluo likes to absorb human fear, especially extreme fear, which to her is the most delicious delicacy in the human world.
Yinghong likes human kindness, believing that such a taste is more mellow and delicious.
Transformed Dagger
So Yingluo transformed into the shape of a small animal to approach humans, while Yinghong remained in dagger form, following his master to eliminate demons and monsters in the human world.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Mo Xiaoji opened her eyes wide, pointing at Yingluo and shouting: “You little white fur, how dare you pretend to be a ghost to scare me and grab my neck. I won’t let you off!”
Yingluo was both angry and anxious: “Damn monk, bad monk, you must compensate me for my cultivation. I can never taste the delicacies of the human world again.”
“You still want to taste delicacies?” Mo Xiaoji thought about the delicacies from the white furball’s mouth that nearly scared her to death. Her anger rose.
“Xiaoji, not everything you feel is Yingluo scaring you. She only occasionally startles you. The thing behind you is someone else.”
“Someone else?” Mo Xiaoji trembled all over and quickly looked back, but saw nothing.
The old monk smiled slightly: “You don’t need to look. She has already left.”
The dagger’s light grew stronger, while the old monk’s image inside became weaker.
The old monk closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them. Turning to the furious Yingluo: “Yingluo, from now on, you must protect Xiaoji and safely bring her back to her world.”
“What? Damn monk, what are you saying? Make me take care of a fool who gets scared to death?” Yingluo was furious, as if Mo Xiaoji was the heaviest burden she had to bear.
“Fool, who are you calling a fool?” Mo Xiaoji’s eyes widened.
The old monk looked at the two creatures with raised fur and shook his head: “The sages were right. Women and small people are difficult to raise.”
“Yingluo, you have consumed Xiaoji’s fears from childhood to now for your own cultivation. It’s time to repay.” The old monk felt himself becoming despicable, revealing others’ weaknesses to achieve his goal.
Yingluo wanted to refute the old monk, but he spoke the truth. However, she really didn’t want to take care of Mo Xiaoji. Some of the demons and monsters following Mo Xiaoji were ones that even Yingluo couldn’t afford to offend.
Yingluo
