Chapter 713: 713. Do You… Believe Your Teacher?
Severed arms, mutilated limbs, heads, and brains and scarlet blood all over the floor.
The white-skirted girl trembled, holding onto the wall as she walked through the dimly lit, terrifying corridor.
Soon, her stiff steps quickened, and she ran madly using her hands and feet. Turning a corner, she stumbled from the second floor to the first.
On the living room sofa, the middle-aged man leaned back, his newspaper-covered knee soaked in scarlet blood. His neck was empty, without a head.
The head was rolling off the sofa, slowly rolling to the girl’s feet. It joined the head of the middle-aged woman on the floor, her gray and white eyes wide open in death, a horrifying sight.
*Hoo~~* The gauzy curtains were blown aside. The sky was clear with sparse stars, and the night was silent and desolate.
A piercing wail echoed from the deserted courtyard, hatred stirring into a sudden gust of wind. A few crows flew from the treetops outside, startled into the air.
In the pool of blood, the white-skirted girl, clutching two heads, trembled and curled up in the center of the living room, like a silkworm cocoon, falling into eternal slumber in this dim, bloody hell.
After her tears ran dry, she mechanically and slowly sat up. Her vacant, hollow purple eyes slightly lifted, her pupils dilated, and countless gorgeous purple threads swirled within her whites.
Centering on her, the surrounding scene immediately rewound as if time were flowing backward, shifting and changing, returning to two minutes ago.
The middle-aged man was still reading the newspaper on the sofa, and his wife, holding a fruit plate, was preparing to go upstairs to find her daughter with a smile.
Suddenly, the light in the center of the living room flickered, and a mysterious person draped in a blood-red robe and hood appeared quietly.
The mysterious person’s robe bore no markings, and the face hidden beneath the hood was a blurry blood shadow, their identity indiscernible.
The middle-aged man looked up in shock, but before he could say anything more, a completely crushing massacre began.
A series of screams and cries echoed through the estate.
Crimson bloodshot veins appeared in the white-skirted girl’s eyes as she watched the scene in despair.
The Eye of Naraka could restore scenes from the past three days, but this killer had no identifying features, and their attacks were merely simple swordsmanship, revealing nothing.
Even if she wanted revenge, she had no target.
The only thing certain was that the killer’s realm was at least Sacred Realm.
This was because the protective formation of the Cha family estate had been set up by a powerful Sacred Realm expert at great expense and with many favors, and no one below the Sacred Realm could penetrate it.
Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong stood beside the snow-skirt woman, silently watching Cha Nai Xue’s nightmare.
They watched Cha Nai Xue use the Eye of Naraka again and again, repeatedly restoring the scene of all sixty-three people in the estate being massacred, trying to find a clue in the killer’s actions.
“There’s very little information, but the casting material for this sword should be ‘Moon Meteorite,’ usually used in the forging of Black Moon Knights’ swords,” Mu Qingtong mused.
“Black Moon…” Xia Feng’s face was grim. “In that case, the reason Cha Nai Xue joined the Black Moon Holy See was likely to investigate the true culprit behind the massacre of the Cha family, starting with the Black Moon.
“However, for some unknown reason, her memories of the night of the massacre were erased, or rather, they were blurred and forgotten by some mysterious power. Her original intention for joining the Black Moon Holy See was also gradually forgotten. She only knew that she had to continuously become stronger and ascend to a high position in the Holy See.”
“And these memories were only awakened the day before yesterday during the conversation between Saint Pastor Angi and the Burning Angel Disciple.”
From the information obtained from the Burning Angel Disciple the day before yesterday, the reason for the Cha family’s massacre was that the fourth spark was in the Cha family’s possession. The killer, having learned this secret from an unknown source, came for the spark.
In the nightmare recollection, the killer released countless threads that connected to the heads of all the deceased within the estate, as if performing some soul-searching technique. After obtaining the desired information, they disappeared from the spot and left.
The white-skirted girl knelt on the ground, her fingernails digging deep into her thighs, trying to bury the overwhelming guilt in her heart.
“Tap~ Tap~” A pair of white boots slowly approached her, and she said gently, “It seems you remember everything now?”
The white-skirted girl looked up dazedly. In the dim yellow light, Miao Shi’s kind and benevolent face came into view. “Teacher?”
Miao Shi bent down, gently and affectionately ruffled the girl’s head, then pulled her into her arms, patting her back softly. “Okay, don’t cry. Teacher is here…”
The white-skirted girl’s eyes immediately welled up with tears, and her suppressed emotions surged out. She sobbed hoarsely, unable to stop, “It’s all my fault… it’s all my fault! If only I had become the chief, if only I weren’t so incompetent! Today, I would have been on my way to the Imperial Central Court. Father, Mother, Sister, Butler Qin, and Aunt Na… they, they wouldn’t have died!!”
Miao Shi gently patted the white-skirted girl’s back as she listened silently to her vent her emotions.
“…They wouldn’t have died.”
The white-skirted girl continued to murmur, “It’s all due to my incompetence…”
“Father was right. Don’t make excuses for your incompetence. I can’t keep running away like this… I can’t escape.”
“Alright, alright, don’t be sad.”
Miao Shi looked up, her eyes gentle, and wiped the tears from her eyes, saying with pity, “Teacher will help you get revenge, okay?”
The girl looked up in confusion, her eyes already hollow and lost. She murmured, “Teacher, can you help me?”
Miao Shi continued to wipe the girl’s tears as if cherishing her, murmuring softly, “Little Xue, you should understand that whether it’s your talent or teacher’s talent, reaching the Sacred Realm in this life is already our limit. But if you give yourself entirely to teacher, teacher is confident of reaching the Sage, even becoming a God, and naturally will be able to find the true culprit behind this!”
“Are you willing to believe teacher?”
“Give everything… to teacher.”
“What you cannot do, teacher will do for you. This way, you can also prove to your father that you are not incompetent, that you are actually very outstanding. Little Xue, what do you think?”
“I am actually very outstanding?”
“Come, Little Xue.” Miao Shi placed her forehead against the girl’s, encouraging her gently. “Holy Solution, if your ability is not enough for revenge, then add teacher’s! Prove to your father that you are not incompetent!”
The girl’s eyes were hollow, murmuring “incompetent, incompetent…” Gorgeous purple light flared in her eyes, and the radiance of the Holy Solution illuminated them both.
The girl’s figure also began to fade, turning into specks of spiritual light, and started to merge into Miao Shi’s body.
Once the fusion was successful, all of Cha Nai Xue’s strength, including her spirit artifacts and knowledge, as well as her cultivation talent, would be transferred to Miao Shi, except for her memories and emotions.
Of course, the slave seal on Cha Nai Xue would also be transferred to Miao Shi.
Xia Feng had no interest in such an old woman. Although Cha Nai Xue was cunning and a bit of a “green tea,” she was now one of them.
Even if they were to bully her, only he… and Miss Mu were qualified to do so.
Who was this old woman to dare to verbally abuse the female slave of him and Miss Mu?!
“I’m messing with your teacher, Miao Shi!” Xia Feng grumbled, appearing to be helpless against the elusive Miao Shi, forced to watch silently as Cha Nai Xue was successfully devoured by Miao Shi.
However, in reality, he had already devised a countermeasure, but he was waiting for the right opportunity.
