Escape the Miaojiang Villain - Chapter 18
Chapter 18 : Prophetic Bizarre Dream-A Strange Dream
But on second thought, wasn’t this what he was supposed to do?
She was his enemy, he hated her to the very bone, and he had wanted to plunge a sword into her chest like this long ago.
It hurt so much…
It was an indescribable pain.
If it weren’t for Lian Jing’s sword still piercing through her chest, she probably would have fallen to the ground long ago.
At her chest, fresh blood surged out continuously, soaking her clothes red. Sang Yue walked over holding that crystal vessel, her slender hands making strange gestures toward her heart, and then the blood at her heart transferred toward that crystal vessel of hers.
Below the sacrificial platform, the crowd knelt piously on the ground, chanting a Miao song together that she couldn’t understand.
Accompanied by the melodious singing, her blood filled up the crystal vessel in Sang Yue’s hand little by little just like that.
She didn’t understand why Sang Yue would help Lian Jing.
Lian Jing hated her, she knew, but Sang Yue and her had no grudges or hatred. She wouldn’t help Lian Jing take her blood together.
What on earth was going on?
Lian Jing’s face remained sinister and gloomy throughout, the corners of his peach blossom eyes curved with a smile, taking pleasure in watching her pain.
Such a realistic sense of pain, hurting so much that she couldn’t breathe. If it was a dream or an illusion, how could it hurt so much?
The soft, gentle tune singing in her ears sounded like a song, yet also like a recital. She felt as though she were a sacrificial offering being brought to be sacrificed, with Lian Jing and Sang Yue being the dark gods who governed her fate. When her fresh blood ran dry, she would have fulfilled her mission as a sacrifice.
“Lian… Jing…”
She called his name with a voice as faint as thread, hiding all her hatred between the gaps of her teeth. When other people traveled into books, they returned to the real world after dying. What about her? If she died, could she go back too?
How wonderful, she could finally go back.
“I will… definitely… write you to death!”
She gritted her teeth and said.
Lian Jing’s dark pupils were filled with bloodthirsty excitement, that gaze seemingly saying, Come on, I’m waiting for you to come seek revenge.
After Tu Lingxiang finished saying this sentence, she buried her head completely. She didn’t know whether she had died or fainted. The chanting around her continued without end, echoing faint and ghostly in her mind all along.
Tears of pain flowed from the corners of her eyes. She longed to be able to return to her original world, longed to escape from Lian Jing forever.
Just thinking about being able to go back, she felt these pains were nothing.
She would make him pay it back twofold.
Not knowing how long had passed like this, someone suddenly patted her, calling her loudly, “Miss Ling? Miss Ling? Wake up.”
That person forcefully patted her awake.
Tu Lingxiang blearily opened her almond eyes, seeing what entered her vision was a white-robed young man bathed in a soft light.
She called out in surprise, “Baili Xi?”
He knelt down, his tone gentle, “Yes, it’s me. Miss Ling, are you alright?”
She looked down at her heart.
There was no long sword, no hole, no bloodstains, yet there was a faint pain.
What on earth happened just now?
“Miss, what’s wrong with you?”
Seeing her dazed expression, Baili Xi asked with concern.
She raised her head and saw a circular sacrificial platform not far across, precisely the place where her chest was pierced by Lian Jing just now.
Her face turned pale with fright, “Young Master Baili, how could I be here?”
She remembered that the place she stayed in earlier didn’t have this sacrificial platform.
Baili Xi supported her trembling shoulders, steadying her down, “Miss Ling, did you encounter something strange just now?”
Her panic-stricken gaze met his eyes, and she said in surprise, “You know?”
He nodded, revealing the truth in one sentence, “You entered a prophetic dream.”
“A prophetic dream?”
“Yes. This palace has been built for many years. The sacrificial platform is carved with mysterious totems, and beast blood was sprinkled on it. If I haven’t guessed wrong, that blood belongs to that thousand-year-old demon beast outside. It can create phantom dreams, and those dreams are all prophecies of future events.”
He explained to her sentence by sentence, but Tu Lingxiang listened with a very confused head.
The things she experienced just now were a prophecy?
They weren’t fake, but things that would happen to her in the future?
She was still serializing this book, and regarding Lian Jing stabbing her with this sword, she had never written it.
How could there be such a prophetic dream?
No wonder the pain just now felt so real.
So it was to let her experience future pain in advance.
But why would Sang Yue become a priest?
Why would she help Lian Jing?
Why did they want to kill her?
“Seeing your expression looking very pained earlier, clutching the position of your heart all along, did you dream of something terrifying just now?” Baili Xi asked.
Tu Lingxiang shook her head vigorously, “No, nothing…”
She lowered her head to look at her chest.
Lian Jing really wanted her to die so much, so how was she going to escape?
Seeing that she was unwilling to say, Baili Xi didn’t press further, “Is your body alright? Falling from such a high place, did you get injured?”
She was still shaking her head, answering with a dazed expression, “No, thank you for coming to save me.”
The male lead was still kind-hearted after all.
Seeing a stranger like her in trouble, he jumped down immediately to save her.
Unlike that dead villain, who only knew how to kill her.
“No need to be polite, quickly follow me up.”
Baili Xi helped her up.
Tu Lingxiang took two steps with him, then suddenly grabbed his white sleeve, “Young Master Baili…” Can you take me to escape from Miaojiang?
Before her words could be spoken, she heard Lian Jing’s nightmare-like voice coming from the side, “Little Slave Bell.”
She instantly withdrew her hand, trembling all over as she looked over there.
When she turned around, she saw Lian Jing’s exceptionally dark and somber face.
He stood beside a circular pillar, his enchanting red clothes bumping into her eyes as if a bowl of fresh red blood had been splashed into her eyes.
This made her unable to help but recall that sword he stabbed toward her again, so heartless and cold-blooded.
Her body shook like a sieve, thinking to herself, why was he also beneath this Baiyue Pool?
Was this a dreamland, or reality?
Baili Xi also looked over there, his brows furrowing lightly, “Little Slave Bell?”
That word “slave” was very uncomfortable.
Lian Jing took steps coming toward this direction, his voice full of hostility, “Yeah, this is someone I bought from the slave market. If not called Little Slave Bell, what else should she be called?”
Baili Xi knew in his heart that this person had many quirks, so he didn’t harbor further suspicion, saying, “You came just in time. I was just about to take her out to find you.”
After saying that, he turned back to say to Tu Lingxiang, “Your young master was very worried about you. Seeing you fall into the water just now, he jumped down at the very first moment.”
“Ah?” Tu Lingxiang opened her mouth not quite believing it.
Seeing Lian Jing gradually walking in front of herself, the image before her eyes overlapped with the one in the dream just now.
He held a long sword, his face sinister, piercing her chest with one blade strike.
Her shoulders trembled uncontrollably, her steps backing away.
But before she could back out two steps, her upper arm was grabbed by Lian Jing, “You’re still throwing a tantrum with this young master?”
In front of Baili Xi, these words of his could be considered gentle enough, but heard in Tu Lingxiang’s ears, it still made her hair stand on end.
“I wouldn’t dare…” she murmured in response.
“Wouldn’t dare? Then follow me back.”
Holding her arm, he pulled her walking outward without accepting any argument. After walking a few steps, his gaze then shifted onto that sacrificial platform in the main hall.
He halted his steps, looking at that circular stone-built sacrificial platform with three steps, his gaze deep, as if falling into some long memory.
“Ah!!!”
At this moment, a scream sounded outside the palace, appearing to be Sang Yue’s voice.
It sounded like something had happened.
Baili Xi flashed out at the fastest speed, while Lian Jing stood here indifferent.
He looked at that mysterious sacrificial platform, remaining motionless, just as if he had entered a state of meditation.
Tu Lingxiang looked at him from behind, asking in a small voice, “Young Master, aren’t you going to save Miss Sang?”
However, Lian Jing turned around abruptly, shouting in a rage that reached the sky, “Tu Lingxiang!”
Tu Lingxiang met those dark eyes of his, shrinking her body in fear.
There seemed to be fiery blades flying toward her in those pupils, wanting to execute her by lingering slicing.
He took a step closer to her, suppressing the anger in his heart to the utmost, looking down at her and saying, “What were you doing just now? Grabbing Baili Xi’s sleeve? Pretending to be pitiful? Wanting him to take you away?”
Tu Lingxiang bit her lip. Since he had seen it, she had no way to explain either.
Seeing her acquiesce, Lian Jing grew even angrier, sneering, “Heh, aren’t you quite good at acting? Why aren’t you acting today? Don’t you forget, you’re a married woman, and that person is your senior brother!”
Tu Lingxiang’s hands hidden inside her sleeves clenched into fists.
As a slave, was there anything wrong with wanting to escape?
Lian Jing said again, “When we go back today, you stay in Xiaoli for me, unable to step outside by even half a step.”
Heh, planning to imprison her, right?
Seeing her head lowered all along without speaking, looking unhappy, how dared a slave pull a face with him?
He waved his hand casually, “Get far away, don’t get in my sight.”
Receiving the order, Tu Lingxiang immediately turned around and walked away, cursing him to high heaven in her heart.
She wished she could go as far away as possible.
What to do? If she was imprisoned in the future, then she would have even less chance to escape from Miaojiang.
She couldn’t be imprisoned; she still had to coax him a bit.
She walked to a pillar not far away, looking toward Lian Jing behind her, seeing him still standing in front of that sacrificial platform.
He raised both hands, performing a strange greeting ceremony, then both knees touched the ground, kneeling down toward the sacrificial platform.
He was actually kneeling?
Dressed in red garments, he knelt in front of that sacrificial platform, looking exceedingly like those pious villagers she saw in her dream earlier.
Why did those people call him Young Master?
Was he kneeling to a deity? Or to whom?
Lian Jing looked at the sacrificial platform straight ahead. Regarding many memories from his childhood, he had already forgotten them, but when he saw this sacrificial platform, he recalled some scattered images.
In the images, he and a group of little children held hands and danced around this sacrificial platform, colorful sunlight shining on this sacrificial platform, making everyone’s face look brimming with joy.
However, the image suddenly shifted. He and that group of little children knelt together around the sacrificial platform, making the most pious prayers under the golden light pouring down.
And in every image, on the sacrificial platform, there was a Miao woman dressed in a white dress, her face enveloped by brilliance, unable to be seen clearly, but Lian Jing knew her status must be very high.
Later on, they all disappeared.
The woman on the sacrificial platform and the little children all around all vanished.
He stood up to look for them, walking toward the inside of the primitive and ethereal stockade. The sky here was washed clean azure blue, without a cloud for ten thousand miles. Walking within it, he seemed to feel a spiritual baptism.
Unfortunately, the stockade was completely empty, without a single human shadow in sight, just as if it were an empty stockade.
He walked along a gurgling small river. The emerald willows on the riverbank drooped tender willow branches, that delicate green shadow resembling a young girl bowing her head by the riverbank to wash clean three thousand black tresses.
Paulownia flower trees visible everywhere in the stockade were dense and lush, pure blossoms blooming toward the morning sun, like messengers born to protect the entire stockade.
The stilt high buildings ahead were built along the mountain, layered upon each other, rising and falling one after another. He finally saw a human shadow over there, so he hurriedly walked toward that direction.
Upon seeing that young girl dressed in a green Miao dress, his face showed surprise.
How was it Tu Lingxiang?
“Tu Lingxiang, why are you here?” he asked.
The young girl turned around, the silver butterfly pearl flowers on her head shining brilliantly, a Miao green dress worn by her extremely well-fitting.
Her small melon-seed face carried a bit of playfulness, a few small braids drooping at her shoulders, raising her chin with bright eyes and beautiful smiles, saying, “Lian Jing, as if it’s any of your business!”
Very few people would wear a green Miao dress, but this clothing worn on her was extremely beautiful.
Like sparkling, translucent emerald jade.
Clear and eye-catching.
“My business? You actually dare call me Lian Jing?”
He was astonished beyond measure; this dead girl’s courage was far too big.
“So what if I call you Lian Jing?”
Tu Lingxiang raised her brows and said, seemingly not afraid of him at all, the silver ring at her neck lightly swaying along with her, glaring into his eyes until they felt dazzled.
“You girl, you’re really asking for a beating!” Lian Jing made a gesture to raise his fist and punch over.
The young girl, however, raised her face, letting him hit her.
That face was unadorned with makeup, peach cheeks growing pink.
His fist stopped above her face, yet couldn’t fall down no matter what.
Looking at those cherry small lips close at hand, two plump petals, tempting and delicious, he actually uncontrollably kissed them.
However, she pushed him hard, scolding loudly, “Go away!”
Lian Jing watched her turn around and leave, losing his mind for a long time.
How could he do such an incredible thing?
Seeing her back figure walking far away, he actually couldn’t control his own steps, striding toward that direction to chase after her.
Tu Lingxiang was chased by him beneath a maple tree with a canopy like an umbrella.
The maple leaves were like fire, blocking the blazing sun overhead, a thick layer of red leaves like duck paws spread on the ground, and she was pressed by him onto those dense tree leaves.
“Tu Lingxiang, why are you running?” he said somewhat angrily, tightly restraining her beneath the tree.
“If I don’t run, am I supposed to wait to be caught by you?” she retorted sharply with a sharp tongue.
“I won’t hit you anyway.”
Only after speaking did he realize why his tone was so strange.
He couldn’t help wanting to get close to her, wanting to catch her, and wanting even more…
“Will you let me kiss you, please?”
How could he say such shameful words?
“No!”
Tu Lingxiang shook her head, refusing to agree.
