After Failing to Influence the Protagonist Chapter 50
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Chapter 50 Jar
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Pei Jing remained silent for a long time before softly calling out, “Chu… Junyu?”
It was the first time he heard Chu Junyu call his name. If felt so distant, yet real. Oddly, a strange feeling spread through his heart, and the world momentarily froze as dust and sword aura floated in the air.
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Suddenly, he heard a squeaking sound.
A strong and vivid flash of blood emerged from behind the door.
Pei Jing looked up, his youthful face still showing a touch of innocence, revealing a dazed expression.
He struggled to push open the door that seemed immovable, but now it was gradually opening, little by little.
Despite appearing injured, Chu Junyu’s voice remained composed.
“Pei Yuzhi, stop him.”
Stop him.
The blood light pouring out from the door seemed to harm the group of monsters chasing him in a different way. Their bodies rotted, writhing as they crawled forward, filled with hatred towards Pei Jing, desperate to tear him apart.
Boom—
And now, the door finally opened.
It was an ordinary courtyard, but above it, countless blood-red chains intertwined, like a sealed formation, with a dark and bloody atmosphere filling the space.
At the center of the courtyard stood a large jar, the source of it all in this wicked world. However, it bathed in a pure white light, pure and clean beyond imagination.
The white light was soft and gentle, like the radiance of the sun, moon, and stars.
In the middle of the blood chains, in front of the tank, stood two people, a young man and a boy.
The moment Pei Jing stepped inside, he immediately drew his Cloud Slayer Sword, breaking the door, the light, and the chains, thrusting his sword directly at Shu Yan’s back.
He had to stop this lunatic!
His sword was only a meter away from Shu Yan’s back, but Zhang Qingshu quickly turned around.
The sword light landed on the scholar’s face, revealing a strange and mocking expression on his handsome yet world-weary face.
“So, you actually followed me here.”
Pei Jing gritted his teeth. “I don’t want to die with you!”
His sword pierced straight through Zhang Qingshu’s body. Emerging from the other side, slowly trickling down the blade, was inky black ink.
Zhang Qingshu remained motionless. He lowered his head to observe the dark hole in his chest slowly closing, his fingers stained with his own blood. With a calm demeanor, he said, “I cannot die. Unless I desire it, who in this world can kill me?”
Despite his words, his voice inadvertently alarmed another person—the boy standing beside Zhang Qingshu turned his head.
Pei Jing’s pupils contracted.
“Ji Wuyou.”
Space separated by iron chains, the boy held a massive stone in his hands. On the round-faced boy, there was an expression that Pei Jing had never seen before. It appeared as if he had lost his soul, yet gained a new one. Numbness and indifference dominated, with only a fleeting moment of astonishment dissipating quickly.
