Chapter 190 – The Unspoken Hurt (VIII)

Chapter 190

The Unspoken Hurt (VIII)

I don’t know what exactly I expected when I pulled out the umbrella, pointed it at the woman, and poured Qi into it… but, well, it just kind of did what umbrellas do? In addition to one thing umbrellas shouldn’t be able to do.

It unfurled rapidly and with a rather loud boom before a sudden burst of energy exploded outwardly from its canopy–it was like a beam of light shot off but quickly broke off into individual tendrils that wrapped around the woman in the blink of an eye.

“What? What is this?! What are you doing?” She tried to struggle–in what capacity, I don’t really know–but nothing seemed to be working since tendrils wrapped around her limbs wholly and seemed to chain her to the place.

The umbrella itself began to crack, and just as I thought it’d explode in my fingers (and take them with it), it instead dissolved into fading particles of light.

… huh.

First time for everything, I suppose?

The woman continued to scream and try and conjure up a strange form of energy to counter the umbrella’s effects–but all attempts were kind of immediately snuffed out as the tendrils lashed out at the new energy and destroyed it.

I didn’t actually know whether this would work; in actuality, the riddle doesn’t really point to my assumption (which is a fairly big one): that the ‘dead’ person is actually alive, just not… alive. Maybe a spirit? Or a ghost? Which is why the resurrection ritual would have worked–because it wasn’t actually resurrecting.

However, again, it was a huge leap, as it could have easily been a dozen other things, but judging by the skin molting as the tendrils began to literally peel it back like sheets of paper… yeah.

Looks like my completely and utterly blind(ish) guess was right?

“YOU DAMN VERMIN!! STOP THIS AT ONCE! STOP BEFORE I REVILE YOUR SOUL INTO ROTTEN SLUDGE!!!”

With the fact that her face was being, uh, de-faced (not defaced, but de-faced), and the fact that her voice turned into almost a beastly growl, I actually almost winced and pulled back.

But seeing as she was still rooted in place, tendrils continuing to, uh, at this point I don’t even know what’s happening–layers of skin are rippling out underneath other layers, as though there were multitudes hidden there, while her screams grow louder and more… piercing.

Everyone, even Long Tao, seemed shocked at the rather abrupt development–I imagine they expected a ‘showdown’ of sorts, and now that I’ve interjected, it seems likely they won’t get one.

“Uh, Master, what was that… umbrella?” Dai Xiu asked as she walked up to me, seeming rather curious.

“Oh, it’s a small artifact that Elder Qin gifted me.” I quickly put forth the prepared lie. “According to him, it can break people out of an abnormal state. I suspected something, so I figured I’d test it rather than speculating wildly… and it seems I might have been right.”

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“What were you suspecting?” she probed.

“As I mentioned already, and as she generously confirmed, this ritual wasn’t really to resurrect anyone,” I said. “Well, not in a traditional sense.”

“What was it for, then?” Okay, what are you? A tiny prompter that doesn’t even let me have dramatic pauses for, you know, dramatic effect?!

“I’m… not really sure. My best guess is that the older brother’s spirit was supposed to go in that boy over there. But–if there was a spirit anywhere out in the open, I imagine we would have all felt it by now. So…”

“Oh!” Long Tao exclaimed softly, seemingly the first to put the pieces together. “That body shares the two souls. Hooh. No wonder they had to become a ‘Blood Fiend’, ha ha.”

“Two spirits…?” Lilia mumbled. “So, Laye’s alive? And he’s been alive this whole time?”