The Vicious Beauty Faked His Death Three Times [Transmigration] - Chapter 38.2

Chapter 38.2

Finally, Xiao Si saw his abnormality and quietly asked the Third Sect Leader. After getting the news that the Grand Sect Leader was out, Xiao Wu reluctantly went back to his room to rest. He returned to the palace early the next morning to continue waiting. As long as he didn’t see Lin Qinghan return in one piece, he couldn’t rest easy!

Fortunately, Xiao Si had just told him the Grand Sect Leader was back and was discussing matters with the Second Sect Leader.

“Grand Sect Leader…”

Seeing that familiar flash of green, Xiao Wu stepped forward joyfully, but stopped abruptly upon seeing Lin Qinghan’s somewhat pale face. He asked cautiously and with worry: “Does the Grand Sect Leader need me to go to Miss Ye to get some medicine?”

Lin Qinghan glanced at him quietly and shook his head gently.

Seeing this, Xiao Wu’s heart sank. He had never seen the Grand Sect Leader look this weak, even refusing medicine!

“Go now.”

Without giving Xiao Wu a chance to ask again, Lin Qinghan waved him away and turned to enter the palace.

Looking at Lin Qinghan’s thin back, Xiao Wu felt even worse. The Grand Sect Leader was so good to him, even willing to cook for him at night; how could he just watch him suffer?!

He had to do something to repay the Grand Sect Leader!

No sooner said than done. Xiao Wu immediately headed in Miss Ye’s direction, not forgetting to pull a minor demon on the way and instruct it to prepare some hot water for Lin Qinghan.

Only, the demon he stopped didn’t even have a chance to reach Lin Qinghan’s palace before being scared off by a certain cold-faced Rakshasa.

Lin Qinghan, inside the palace, had no idea of Xiao Wu’s good intentions. He didn’t even remember who he’d just spoken to.

The consequence of forcibly removing Baichun from his body was the rapid growth of the Symbiotic Gu.

Lin Qinghan lay on the bed, curled up. Waves of stinging pain surged from his heart like a fierce beast swallowing him whole.

The pain of the completed Gu was stronger than before, as if punishing Lin Qinghan for his small tricks.

Cold sweat covered his brow, his thin lips were as pale as paper, and he looked as if he’d been pulled from cold water. He could clearly feel countless sharp threads spreading from his heart, extending through every vessel to his limbs.

The bone-piercing pain was nothing compared to the feeling of being tightly gripped and manipulated. His soul was no longer under his control, easily grasped in someone else’s hand, forced to do anything with a simple crook of a finger.

Lin Qinghan’s breathing was ragged and weak, as if his throat were being choked. the pressure on his chest squeezed the space for breath over and over.

“Why so wretched?”

A hand rested on Lin Qinghan’s temple, gently wiping away the condensed sweat. Even with muddled consciousness, Lin Qinghan instinctively frowned at the sound of that voice, shrinking back almost as soon as the person touched him, attempting to avoid them.

“Why hide?”

The bed beside him dipped. The person sat behind Lin Qinghan, completely blocking his retreat. Hearing the other’s displeased voice, Lin Qinghan only felt more irritable.

“Get out.”

Ling Yanhe looked down at the person on the bed. That handsome face was now deathly pale, and the man who was usually composed was now curled up, incredibly fragile.

The other clearly lacked even the strength to speak due to the pain, yet he still used what breath he had to tell him to leave.

Ling Yanhe’s eyes darkened. He pressed down on the other’s shoulder, ignoring his struggle and forcibly pressing him to stretch out, forcing Lin Qinghan to face him.

“Can you see who I am?” Ling Yanhe asked coldly.

Lin Qinghan lifted his eyelids. Those beautiful eyes were full of confusion.

Ling Yanhe’s hand paused, the pressure on the shoulder loosening.

Why argue with someone who is mentally unclear? Ling Yanhe frowned at the dazed person and was about to withdraw his hand.

“Ling Yanhe… get out.”

The voice, weak to the point of trembling, couldn’t hide the intense disgust.

Ling Yanhe slowly looked at Lin Qinghan. The latter turned his head away as if already drowning in endless pain. Despite being unable to move from the torture, his brow was tightly knit, and the hatred on his face hadn’t diminished in the slightest.

Heh.

He was truly mad to think Lin Qinghan would leave.

Ling Yanhe’s expression was somber, his eyes full of indignation.

The other was already in his hand; why bother trying to please him? Even if he tortured him in every possible way, the man couldn’t escape his palm.

Since Lin Qinghan was this disgusted, he should be even more pleased.

Watching a trapped sparrow struggle and resist in pain yet fail to escape, eventually left powerless and soulless to proactively wear the shackles and willingly become a captive bird—that was the most beautiful scene in the world.

The hand on Lin Qinghan’s shoulder pressed down heavily again, forcing him to lose track of whether his heart hurt more or the place being pressed was more unbearable.

Soon, a hand forced his lips open, and the scent of blood hit his face.

The familiar blood aura rushed in. the Gu parasite within him paused, appearing not as fierce as before, yet Lin Qinghan felt even more disgusted. He gritted his teeth, ignoring his disordered demonic aura to forcibly manipulate the Black Bone Fan, wanting to slice off this meddling hand with one strike.

Suddenly, his heart was grabbed by an invisible giant hand.

In an instant, Lin Qinghan felt as if his heart had been pierced through by a sharp blade. He lost all strength, as if he had died once and been completely stripped of life.

The Black Bone Fan also fell heavily to the floor.

His teeth loosened, and two slender fingers forced their way in.

Blood fell drop by drop, injecting new life into Lin Qinghan.

His previously unfocused eyes gradually regained clarity, and the fog in his muddled thoughts was cleared. He was alive again.

Ling Yanhe watched the gaze directed at him with interest.

Those vacant eyes regained clarity bit by bit—this was all his own creation. He had given Lin Qinghan the chance to live.

Lin Qinghan should thank him; wasn’t this what he needed right now?

Ling Yanhe looked down at the person on the bed, a faint trace of expectation in his dark eyes.

The next second, he was pushed away violently.

Lin Qinghan suddenly sat up, leaning over the edge of the bed and retching uncontrollably. the corners of his eyes were a startling scarlet from his actions, yet he didn’t notice any of this, leaning over as if to vomit out his very internal organs.

Watching his self-torturing behavior, Ling Yanhe’s expression grew increasingly somber, his dark eyes looking like they were about to stir up a storm.

As Lin Qinghan leaned over again, Ling Yanhe stepped forward, his hand pressing on the other’s shoulder, veins bulging on his hand.

“Get out!”

Lin Qinghan threw him off. He braced himself against the bed with one hand, supporting his weak body, and shouted at the man.

“You loathe me that much?” Ling Yanhe stared at him, his jaw tight, anger in his voice. “Even when I give you what you need?”

As the words fell, Ling Yanhe knit his brows; his emotions rarely fluctuated this much.

Why?

It was as if a thick fog lay before him, waiting only for him to walk a bit further to glimpse the light.

A cold laugh fell, stopping Ling Yanhe’s deep thought. He looked up sharply at Lin Qinghan.

Lin Qinghan’s expression was strange, his tone light as he repeated: “What I need?”

Ling Yanhe actually described this so-called charity and coercion as what he “needed”?

An almost inaudible sneer fell. Lin Qinghan curled his lips, bracing himself on the bed with one hand. Those beautiful eyes looked straight at Ling Yanhe, anger and hatred twisting and tangling yet covered by a veil of calm, making one’s heart race with fear.

Ling Yanhe looked at him, his heart suddenly sinking.

Lin Qinghan’s intense appearance carried an unprecedented heart-stopping quality—one he had never seen before.

“I must have been out of my mind before to want to be your ally. It’s laughable. A person like you could never be anyone’s ally.” Lin Qinghan lifted his eyelids to look at Ling Yanhe, the disgust in his eyes undisguised. “Ling Yanhe, I don’t want to play house with you anymore. Acting for so long has made me physically and mentally exhausted.”

Ling Yanhe’s heart sank, a thought suddenly rising.

He should stop Lin Qinghan’s words, no matter the cost.

But he didn’t. He stood there quietly, waiting for Lin Qinghan’s reply, like a paranoid child pestering his parents with meaningless questions.

“Now when I look at you, I feel disgusted. Every extra look makes me loathe you more, loathe you enough that I wish I could kill you right now, this very second, even if we perish together.”

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