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Later, the entire tribe was reduced to ashes, even the remnants of walls were torn down, and the ruins were filled with charred corpses. The Red-Haired Pirates revealed their brutal faces; the scene was utterly disgusting. They plunged their knives into the dead bodies, greedily devouring human flesh, tearing it apart like animals.
"Wake up!"
At that moment, a voice echoed in my mind. "Brother Xia, stop daydreaming and stay quiet, or you'll die!"
With that shout from the voice, I gradually came to my senses. The crimson haze before my eyes vanished, and my vision returned to normal. When I fully awakened, Captain Cook and the two crew members had already turned to bones, their clothes reduced to dust. The drums scattered on the beach were in tatters.
There were no flames left, only countless dead eyes and heads spreading across the sand, maggots writhing in a sight that nearly made me vomit.
I finally regained my composure and asked the voice, "What just happened?"
What on earth was going on?
My thoughts were a bit chaotic. What strange event occurred when I stabbed that demon? Why did I see such a bizarre scene?
"Brother Xia! You scared me to death... It's a normal reaction. When you killed that thing, you absorbed its Killing Intent, and its resentment followed you in. You were just caught in a battle between Killing Intent and resentment, which is why you saw that strange sight!"
As I pondered this carefully, I sighed. Everyone is like a book; regardless of whether their story is exciting or ordinary, if you read it seriously, you can gain many insights. The joys of life are always fleeting, while pain and humiliation are everlasting. Those scenes capable of inducing lifelong guilt are permanently etched in some dark corner of our hearts, occasionally erupting.
What I witnessed was the greatest sin of this villain, buried deep in his conscience, preventing him from reincarnating and wandering between realms.
I fell into a long silence, continuously recalling what I had seen.
After a while, I snapped back to reality and asked, "What does it mean to absorb Killing Intent? Why don’t I understand at all? And what about that surge that entered my body just now—was that Killing Intent?"
The voice tapped my head lightly and laughed. "You dense blockhead! Congratulations on acquiring a bit of Killing Intent; from now on, you'll be able to withstand even the fiercest ghosts for a while!"
I had only heard terms like Qi cultivation, Nascent Soul, and Inner Elixir in fantasy stories before. This stuff felt too far removed from reality; it seemed completely fabricated. Yet here I was experiencing something akin to this Fang Ye Tan phenomenon myself—Killing Intent could even level up! Different stages of Killing Intent had specific titles.
I was baffled; what kind of absurd theory was this? But then I thought about it again—it actually made sense. For example, in your current company: if your strength isn’t formidable enough, then the higher your boasting skills are, the higher your leadership position will be! Strength is akin to body refinement while boasting is similar to techniques.
Body refinement gives you iron bones and copper skin; boasting is a display of strength through back-and-forth exchanges.
In "Mausoleum Secrets," it is recorded that within the Yin Ghost lies a force known as Killing Intent. This Killing Intent can be accumulated and dispatched, wielding tremendous power. Each time it is invoked, it slays a ghostly spirit and absorbs that spirit's Killing Intent. If the internal energy is surging and the body is sufficiently strong, one can achieve a second stage of Killing Intent.
After dealing with matters here, the darkness stretched endlessly, and the stars twinkled in a desolate manner. At this moment, I looked at the bowl with increasing affection. The feud with Wu Yuezhou seemed trivial; we could weather storms together. Moreover, our bond was already extraordinary, and through these battles fought side by side, our feelings underwent subtle changes.
This change was akin to white hair sprouting on a young girl’s head or flowers gradually blooming. I did not know when these transformations occurred, nor when they quietly shifted.
The bright moon rose over the sea, sharing this moment with us.
At some point, I grasped her hand tightly, and she held onto mine just as firmly. Our palms pressed together, feeling each other's pulse racing. In silence, we walked to the wooden cabin and simultaneously released our grip.
The moonlight outside was gentle; it hadn’t rained on the island for days. Just before reaching the cabin, I kissed her forehead softly. She wrapped her arms around me tightly, and I embraced her even more firmly. Before long, she playfully wriggled free and laughed, "You rascal!"
I ignored her teasing and pulled her into the woods. An impulse stirred my thoughts, causing me to spin around. She instinctively moved her soft body against me, excitedly pressing her abdomen and chest against my sturdy frame as if wanting to merge into me.
Her steady breathing resonated in my ears; one of her legs hooked around my waist. I dared not move as my breath quickened slightly. Lowering my head, I found myself buried in her silky hair; its fragrance wafted into my nostrils like a gentle breeze.
I grasped her head firmly and brought my lips close to hers. After a tender moment, we gazed into each other's eyes, our expressions softening further. Of course, we did not delve into deeper conversations; I remained wary of Spirit Ghosts. Without certainty, I would not seek out danger. I had read tales from Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio about fox spirits draining life away; I was not naive.
To bestow great responsibilities upon someone requires first testing their resolve and strength...
The seabirds on the island emitted mournful cries—strange sounds indeed. Upon returning to our shelter, Xiao Xiao was already asleep. The fire pit protected by stones still smoldered weakly; I added some dry twigs to stoke it back to life. Bowl and I sat around the fire pit, staring blankly at the flames.
Suddenly, a cold wind swept through, sending chills down my spine. The fire we surrounded lost its warmth instantly; not a trace of heat remained!
Something was amiss!
It was summer; this sudden chill felt unnatural—if even the fire felt cold, it was highly likely that Dirty Things were at play!
I froze at the door; could it be that Captain Cook had not been dealt with? If he had been eliminated, what kind of Demon had come knocking now?
"Xia, why has it suddenly become so cold here?" Xiao Xiao asked as she woke up shivering.
"The air by the sea is like a child's face, changing all the time, nothing to worry about!" Xiao Xiao had never experienced anything supernatural, and if I told her directly, it might scare her. But she wasn't foolish; she seemed to sense something was off. Without asking further, she got up and sat down beside the campfire.
Logically, with the ghost taken care of, there shouldn't be any dirty things left. I stood at the door, feeling the chilling wind around me, goosebumps rising on my skin. Looking up at the sky, my face turned pale as paper in an instant, my eyes widening in shock. There hung a blue moon high in the sky... The ghostly aura was overwhelming; I was all too familiar with this situation. Clearly, there were Yin People at work!
What kind of existence was this? It was practically a monster! Even the moon had changed color; something sinister was definitely stirring!
Human behavior has a mysterious connection with the moon. The Earth's axial tilt is relatively stable, allowing the poles to remain fixed while other regions experience distinct seasons and relatively stable climates. All plants and animals grow in this relatively stable climate, thanks to the moon.
According to "Mausoleum Secrets," "The moon is the Lord of the Moon; as stated in the Book of Changes, it represents clarity and brightness! When yin and yang energies become unbalanced, Taiyin and the sun will also be affected. A bright moonlight is white; at this time, yin and yang are harmonized. A hazy gray moonlight is gray; at this time, yin slightly overpowers yang. A blue moonlight indicates that yin entities are stirring, with a significant presence of malevolence—often at the level of Red-Clothed Evil Spirits. If the moonlight turns blood-red, it signifies the emergence of Drought Demon-level monsters. The most terrifying sign is when the moonlight appears iron-colored, indicating that great disasters are imminent!"
Damn it! Being stranded on a deserted island was already bad enough; I never expected to encounter such terrifying events here!
Something that could turn the moon blue appearing in the dead of night would definitely be dangerous. I might not even be able to handle it myself; I could end up sacrificing my own life!
Xiao Xiao noticed my heavy expression and asked, "Xia, I've seen some things too. What exactly is going on? Just tell me straight! We’re in this together; I don’t want you to bear everything alone. And if... if something happens to you... what will I do?"
Honestly, just half a month ago, we were strangers. Now we felt like family. Hearing her words touched me deeply. After a long pause, I decided to tell her the truth...
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