“Why? Why can’t I forget you? Why did I save you instead of killing you? Why did you betray me? Why was I so stupid? I gave you everything… Why did you leave me? Why?!” The woman wailed and screamed in pain like an injured beast, her fingernails digging into her face and leaving bloody trails behind.
A wolf’s howl sounded in the distance, echoing in the wilderness. The woman suddenly stopped and looked outside the house, dazed.
The wooden door suddenly burst open and the Blood-eyed Bone Wolf leaped into the embrace of the woman, joyfully wagging its tail like a puppy.
“Blood Eye! Why are you back?” The woman let the Bone Wolf nuzzle her affectionately as she was still quite stunned, then reached out to pat its back, her hands trembling non-stop.
“If you’ve returned… That means he is dead. Heh, he is dead, he is finally dead,” the woman mumbled. The relief on her face was short-lived, and quickly morphed into despair.
“Dead. You are dead! Why did you die so early? What should I do now that you are dead? I am all alone, how can I keep on living?” Tears mingled with the blood on her face, painting a terrifying scene that could scare anyone.
“Who? Who killed you? You are mine! Even if you die, you can only die by my hand! No one other than me can kill you!” The woman roared manically and waved her hands furiously. Sharp qi blades flew all over the place, smashing the wooden table and chairs, making the wooden house shake as if it was about to crumble at any second.
The Blood-eyed Bone Wolf looked at its master fearfully as it curled up in a corner, trembling and whimpering.
Her angry roar echoed throughout the quiet night, but nobody came to look, as if everyone was already used to her crazed antics.
After a long time, her screaming stopped, and she started sobbing.
“Fengyun, no matter who killed you, I will help you take revenge, and then I will join you. When the time comes, you won’t have to hide from me, so don’t ever leave me again, alright?” The woman murmured tenderly as she gently caressed the portrait.
“Do you want to know who killed him?” At that moment, Qing Lingyan’s cold voice sounded.
“Who are you?” The woman raised her head. The blood and tears on her face made her look extremely ferocious. Her mind had been elsewhere so she had not noticed that there was someone nearby. Seeing the unfamiliar young maiden appear before her suddenly, the woman’s emotions became even more unstable. If the young lady said the wrong thing, this woman would surely lose it.
“You don’t need to worry about who I am. The important thing is that I know who killed him,” Qing Lingyan said slyly.
“Who? Who killed him?” Hearing Qing Lingyan’s reply, the woman was no longer interested in the young maiden’s identity or how she had gotten there. Her heart was overwhelmed by vengeance, and her voice was hoarse with hatred.
“Nan Xia Country’s Ling Chuxi. I doubt she is there now, but I can bring you to her,” Qing Lingyan said, her eyes glittering maliciously.
“Why should I trust you?” The woman looked at her guardedly. To be able to pass through the swamp’s miasma to come here… the young woman standing before her was definitely quite formidable.