Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 1007: Chapter 51: Where in the World Is the Path to Immortality? (13)

Dragon Tiger Mountain Taoist Master can communicate with the yin and yang, and the appearance of the first Heavenly Master was also to sweep away the malevolent spirits of the human world… Feeling the state of the soul, for the Dragon Tiger Mountain Taoist Master, can be said to be an introductory cultivation.

In this box, dozens of souls are constantly emitting an aura of hatred and despair… Probably, it’s the wailing over having their lives harvested, only to be confined in this small box.

At this moment, Mo Mo pressed his head down, his voice somewhat heavy, “I don’t know what the Purchase Coin really is… but, is it really okay for you to do this?”

Nero, who was happily gulping down a large pint of beer, glanced at Mo Mo from beside her glass, maintaining the posture of drinking.

“To get what you want, are you trampling on these lives arbitrarily… treating them as mere transaction goods?” Mo Mo’s voice sank further.

Nero blinked and put down her large glass in her hand, curiously asking, “I say, little brother, you’re not one of those justice types, are you? Ah… that’s really boring. The rules weren’t set by me in the first place, I’m just following them. Besides, why shouldn’t I spend the money I’ve earned with my skills?”

“What a joke!” The table suddenly made a loud noise—caused by Mo Mo slamming his hands hard on the table. He stood up abruptly, glaring down at the indifferent white-haired girl, “Do you even know the weight of life?! How can you just… just like that!!”

“Oh, you really are that kind of person.” Nero waved her hand, “Looks like we have no chance of teaming up, once we finish this meal let’s each go our separate ways… Also, little brother, don’t you feel you’re disturbing others?”

The diners around the small restaurant all looked over towards them.

In a fit of rage, Mo Mo directly reached for the box filled with souls.

“Don’t touch that.” Nero said coldly.

At that moment, Mo Mo felt as if countless devils were staring at him, the surroundings were filled with a tangible murderous intent, making his body instinctively stiff.

He subconsciously looked into the eyes of the white-haired girl… these were not eyes a human should have.

“You want to save these souls?” Nero said indifferently, “Sure, but you’d better be prepared to get cut down… I’m actually not someone who’s easy to talk with.”

“You…”

“I still say the same thing.” At this moment, Nero took back the box, “I’m just following the rules. It’s under the rules that I’m doing this. If you have any dissatisfaction, then go find the one who set the rules.”

The immense killing intent had never subsided, under Nero’s gaze, Mo Mo felt more and more pressured… even exceeding the usual situation with Young Master Bai Hu, Huang Baifu.

“Forget it.” Nero stretched lazily, the tangible killing intent in the air vanished instantly. She stood up, slung the art tube over her back, “Anyway, it doesn’t matter if I’m alone.”

At the moment Nero turned and left, Mo Mo suddenly sat back down, his head lowered.

He subconsciously reached for the hilt of the Black Wooden Sword leaning against the table but found that even though he gripped the hilt, his fingers still felt unsteady… the strength, the method had yet to recover.

“Oh… almost forgot.”

But Nero’s voice sounded in front of him again, causing Mo Mo to abruptly look up, his whole body tense.

Nero merely picked up a skewer of grilled meat on the table, smiled and said, “Thanks for the treat… little Mr. Justice, bye~”

And she left gracefully.

The small restaurant resumed its bustle unbeknownst to him, while Mo Mo’s mind was filled with one thought: the one who set the rules.

The one who set the rules… the one who set the rules… Was it the Senior’s rule?

Using human souls as trading currency.

“Senior, what are you…”

…

After leaving the small restaurant, Nero glanced around the street, biting on the grilled meat skewer while muttering, “Little Mr. Justice… probably something the boss would like, this so-called noble character.”

Walking through a lane, a stray dog poked its head out of the alley, looking pitifully at Nero… or more precisely, at the grilled meat in her hand.

Nero stared at the miserable dog, eating the rest of the skewer piece by piece, and finally threw the bamboo stick with the last piece of grilled meat onto the ground, but the dog just looked, hesitating to move forward.

Nero chuckled, saying, “No courage to even fight for these discarded leftovers… I say, why not just die.”

The dog ultimately did not advance, merely bared its teeth and retreated into the alley bit by bit.

Nero continued on, her fingers lazily interlocking behind her back, walking with a light step, humming a tune, she gradually disappeared into the bustling street.

Alone.

…

…

It seems like recently, I’ve been encountering these sudden, inexplicable events… Song Ying thought.

Remember, not long ago, I got lost in thick fog—falling off a cliff during that event was nearly a brush with death.

Song Ying believed that her nerves were already highly resilient… even seeing zombies, there’s nothing left to fear anymore.

But in reality, she was indeed a little scared now.

The thick fog, filled with negative ions’ humidity, isn’t favorable in this chilly season… I should have brought that coat, Song Ying thought as she blew warm breath onto her hands.

Speaking of which, the fog came suddenly, and both Song Haoran, Luo Qiu, and even Zhang Qingrui disappeared suddenly as well—obviously, this is not a dream.

Could it be true, the Legend of the Dragon God’s child, hidden in the mountain village where the Song Family Ancestral Mansion is?

Thinking so, Song Ying took out her phone but found it had no signal, feeling deflated she put it back.

“At least one person…” Song Ying moved in one direction, slowly exploring, hoping to at least meet someone… even if it’s Miss Zhang from the Zhang Family, that would be better than the current state.

Maybe I should have stayed put?

But now she’d already lost the position of her initial direction. Song Ying could only grip a stick-like branch tightly with both hands, (which she picked up from the ground), cautiously moving forward.

Suddenly, a strange sound echoed beside Song Ying’s ear. This caused her to stop abruptly, gripping the thick branch tighter, her eyes… her pupils slowly shifted from side to side.

She didn’t even dare move her head—because at that moment, Song Ying felt that something seemed to appear beside her shoulder.

Her body trembled slightly, slowly twisting her neck—finally, she saw something that seemed to mimic her, also slowly moving its neck over.

Finally, when her gaze met two red lights, a wave of scorching breath directly sprayed onto her face, ruffling her long hair.

Ah—!!

No escape.

At that moment, Song Ying didn’t know where the courage erupted from, swinging the branch in her hand straight towards the owner of the two red lights ahead, a shadowy figure she couldn’t clearly make out!

The thick, long tree branch firmly struck something, and Song Ying indeed felt the impact—however, the branch simultaneously broke at this moment.

Undoubtedly, such an attack clearly had no effect.

Suddenly, the two beams of red light flickered, accompanied by a massive howl—this giant object amidst the dense fog was emitting something that made Song Ying shiver.

Run—!

Countless thoughts of escape simultaneously exploded in Song Ying’s mind, converging into a force of fear, driving her to flee quickly and pale-faced.

In an instant, Song Ying felt her body suddenly lighten… as if she had lost all gravity!

No, her body was plummeting downward!

But she did not know what exactly she had stepped into!

This state of weightless falling maximized Song Ying’s fear, while her mind jumped wildly, perhaps like a merry-go-round.

—If you were about to die, who would you most want to see?

Suddenly, this question surged in Song Ying’s memory… it was a question she had asked Luo Qiu when they were trapped in a cold storage, nearly freezing to death.

Several figures suddenly flashed before Song Ying’s eyes…

If…

The situation wasn’t so insincere…

It would be better…

But…

Suddenly something tightly wound around Song Ying’s body, giving her a feeling of being tightly bound, while also slowing her descent.

Before she could react, she felt the impact of her body colliding with the ground—fortunately, because of this cushioning, she only felt pain and no fractures occurred.

Song Ying lay on the ground resting for a while before she had the strength to move—she must have been saved by something like vines during her fall.

Really, she has a big life… she already doesn’t remember how many times she has escaped from dire situations.

Song Ying sometimes doesn’t know whether it’s her luck or misfortune… she started to examine the place where she had fallen.

It seemed to be a pit-like place, or a cavern? But such a geographical environment existing in deep mountainous forests isn’t something magical.

She didn’t fall off a cliff, which felt fortunate to Song Ying.

However, suddenly she heard a sound… in the darkness, something seemed to draw closer to her. This made Song Ying’s pores open up out of tension.

“Who… who is there!!” Song Ying quickly stood up, grasping the broken-off half of the tree branch, and without another word, struck it forward.

“Miss Song?”

Suddenly, Song Ying heard a somewhat familiar voice… but it was too late, the branch still struck heavily.

Song Ying didn’t know what part of the opponent she hit, only hearing a painful groan, followed by the sound of falling.

Song Ying hastily grabbed her phone, turning on the flashlight.

At this time, the person lying on the ground, looking somewhat disheveled and terrified, was indeed Ms. Zhang of the Zhang Family, Zhang Qingrui.

“Sorry, I didn’t know…” Song Ying quickly threw away the broken branch in her hand.

“Miss Song Ying, can you first help me up… I seem to have twisted my ankle when I fell…” Zhang Qingrui said through clenched teeth, looking somewhat pained.

…

Speaking of it, this Miss Zhang is indeed quite unfortunate.

According to her, she also got separated suddenly, and while seeking everyone out, seemingly encountered something, got scared and stumbled here into this pit.

But Zhang Qingrui didn’t have Song Ying’s luck, landing poorly and twisting her ankle during the fall, and… taking a heavy blow from Song Ying.

The strike hit her elbow, possibly injuring bone, and Zhang Qingrui’s face contorted in pain, clearly unable to lift her right arm easily. Song Ying awkwardly asked, “Do… do you mind pain?”

“It’s bearable.” Zhang Qingrui whispered.

Song Ying now moved her hands towards her calves, which puzzled Zhang Qingrui.

Song Ying now moved to Zhang Qingrui’s front, gently pressing her twisted ankle area, looked up saying, “Hmm… it’s alright. It might hurt a lot for a bit, just endure it for a while, then it’ll get much better, trust me.”

“Alright…” Zhang Qingrui nervously clutched her collar.

“I’m going to start!” Song Ying took a deep breath, then exerted her strength.

Suddenly, Zhang Qingrui let out a whimper of pain… she pressed her lips tightly, trying not to make a sound.

Momentary pain indeed stirred her urge to cry. But once this pain passed, the relief at the injured spot felt quite soothing.

“Miss Song Ying, you’re truly skillful.” Zhang Qingrui admired, gazing at her… if it were her situation, she might not know how to handle it.

“It’s nothing, I’ve been dubbed a tough tomboy by someone, not knowing would be abnormal, wouldn’t it?” Song Ying gritted her teeth, then glanced at Zhang Qingrui. Zhang Qingrui smiled lightly.

Song Ying seemed a bit dazed… If she were a man, she would probably be captivated by such a charming smile, wouldn’t she?

Knowledgeable, skillful, graceful, intelligent, and discreetly elegant… qualities that basically all men enjoy.

“Do you…like Luo Qiu?” In her daze, Song Ying blurted out the question.

Zhang Qingrui seemed slightly bewildered, opening her lips mildly.

Their gazes locked.

Zhang Qingrui suddenly said blankly, “He already has a girlfriend, doesn’t he?”

Song Ying shook her head, seemingly disinterested, “Stop calling me Miss, re-introduction; my name is Song Ying, just call me Song Ying.”

“Zhang Qingrui.”

The two then clasped each other’s hands.