Sun and Moon Are Wrong: Traveling Through Time from Under One Person

Chapter 288: Eliminating the Demon in the Lake (1)

"Let me ask you another question. Sir, do you think this is a good thing or a bad thing?"

Zhou Niang's tone was as cold as ice, which made Zhang Yingcai shiver.

Zhang Yingcai wiped the rain off his face and said loudly, "This is definitely bad!"

"A wedding is supposed to be a happy occasion, but because of the change in the betrothal gift, it eventually led to a murder. How can this be a good thing?"

Zhou Niang asked: "Do you really think so, sir?"

Zhang Yingcai firmly replied: "No matter what, the loss of life and the destruction of families are all tragedies."

However, this answer earned him a sneer from Zhou Niang in front of him.

Zhang Yingcai saw his expression suddenly change, his face was fierce, and he smiled coldly: "I think this is a good thing."

Zhang Yingcai was stunned and shocked when he heard this, as if he had heard a fairy tale.

"Miss, you are wrong. How can you say that such a tragedy is a good thing?"

Zhou Niang raised her lips slightly, with a crazy look in her eyes, and said slowly:

"Xiao Huan claimed to be in love with Wang Wu, but when it came to the wedding, she was greedy for fame and fortune and increased the betrothal gifts. People who betray their true love deserve to be put to death.

Wang Wu was the same. He said that he loved Xiao Huan deeply, but because of her momentary anger, he held a grudge against her and committed such a murder on their wedding night.

Both of them betrayed their true feelings and should be brought to justice. From our perspective, their deaths were joyful and well deserved! "

Zhang Yingcai was furious, his whole body trembling slightly, and he said sternly: "What the girl said is ridiculous! Human life is precious, how can it be treated with such disrespect?"

Zhou Niang looked up to the sky and laughed: "Contemptuous? All the unfaithful people in the world are ungrateful and should be killed! All of them should be killed!"

Looking at Zhou Niang's increasingly crazy expression, Zhang Yingcai couldn't help but take a few steps back, but as his back foot stepped on empty air, his heart suddenly tightened.

Yes, at this moment the two of them were in the center of the lake, with nowhere to escape and no way to retreat.

Crazy, this woman is really crazy.

The storm grew stronger, and the boat swayed in the waves. Zhang Yingcai held the side of the boat tightly, staring at the crazy boat girl with a serious face, fearing that she would do something crazy.

Suddenly, Zhang Yingcai trembled all over, and saw that Zhou Niang's face, under the washing of rain, her facial features began to flow slowly like ink.

First, her eyebrows began to twist and deform, then the outline of her nose gradually blurred, and finally even her lips turned into a dark mark, winding down her face, leaving strange lines on her pale skin with black pigment.

The originally delicate face now turned into a pale blank, like an uncarved piece of white paper.

Only a few blurry black marks remained on the hollow face, which looked particularly creepy in the rain.

Only then did Zhang Yingcai realize that Zhou Niang's face was actually painted on.

But it was so lifelike that it could be mistaken for the real thing and deceive his eyes.

In horror, Yingcai staggered and trembled, almost falling into the lake. "Who...are you, a monster?"

Zhou Niang’s face was unrecognizable, and her sinister laughter penetrated the rain curtain: "Hahaha! Young Master, you just found out, it’s already too late.

You have used up your three chances to save your heart. It's time to pay with your life!"

The talented man was terrified and felt that death was at hand. He was afraid that he would die here today.

Suddenly, the violent storm came to an abrupt end, and everything in the world seemed to be frozen.

The raindrops hung in the air, no longer falling. The waves on the lake were frozen, like a still painting.

The leaves froze in mid-air, no longer swaying.

The bird froze its wings and hung in the sky. Even the ferocious face of the faceless boat girl was frozen, like a strange statue.

Only Zhang Yingcai was still able to move, but he felt as if he was trapped in a nightmare, and did not know what to do.

At this moment, at the end of Zhang Yingcai's sight, a soft white light suddenly appeared on the lake in the distance.

Another white boat came slowly, with a young man in white standing on it.

His figure was as ethereal as a fairy, and a faint halo surrounded him.

The small boat was formed by pure white mist and glided slowly on the lake without causing any ripples.

At this moment, Zhang Yingcai only felt that the young man's clothes were fluttering in the wind, as if he was a banished immortal descending to earth.

At the same time, a gentle poem echoed in this silent space: "Flying shadows, crossing hearts, crossing the world, a small boat carries the suffering. If you ask where this life is going, just listen to the wind and rain and pass the time."

The young man in white seemed to be crossing the boat slowly, but his speed was amazingly fast.

In the blink of an eye, the boat he was riding had arrived next to Zhou Niang's small boat, and was facing Zhang Yingcai from a distance.

Seeing Zhang Yingcai's frightened face, the young man in white chuckled.

"Don't worry, don't be afraid, I'm here to help you!"

Hearing this, Zhang Yingcai seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw. He nodded desperately and shouted: "Young man, save me! Young man, save me!"

The young man in white nodded slightly and looked at the featureless and ferocious Zhou Niang with a calm and composed expression.

"Isn't it lonely here in the middle of the lake with only the two of you talking about old times?

I have some wonderful stories in my mind, and I will tell you about them in Yao Zhang!"

The next moment, time stopped and the storm raged again. The lake was surging and the boat was shaking violently.

Zhou Niang screamed shrilly, her faceless face ferocious and terrifying. She pounced on the young man in white, her claws flashing coldly.

The young man in white stood at the bow of the boat, his posture as elegant as a banished immortal.

With ease, his figure dodged like flowing clouds, and his white clothes fluttered in the rainstorm, like a banished celestial being from heaven.

Although there was a terrifying monster in front of him, there was a clear light in his eyes and he did not show any panic.

The shadows of evil are everywhere, Zhou Niang has reached the peak of madness, and her attacks are becoming more and more fierce.

Her sharp claws tore through the rain curtain like ghost claws in the dark night, and with an eerie and terrifying gust of wind, she attacked the young man in white again and again.

Suddenly, a long sword with a clear and awe-inspiring light appeared in the hand of the young man in white.

The sword body is as white as frost and snow, emitting a cool glow in the rainy night.

He stood with a sword in his hand, calm and composed. When the devil's claws approached, the sword light flashed, like a stunning ray of light flying from the sky.

The sword and claw collided, creating brilliant sparks that lit up the entire dark sky.

As the sword energy spread, there seemed to be the sound of dragons roaring and phoenixes crying, shaking the surface of the water in the center of the lake.

On the small boat, the battle between good and evil is in full swing.

The young man in white has an elegant swordsmanship, and his every move shows his immortal demeanor;

The boat girl was like a ghost, her moves were fierce. The waves were surging under the momentum of the two, and the waves were splashing everywhere.

The boat was rocking unsteadily, but the two men seemed to be strolling leisurely in the garden, performing a life-and-death battle on this small piece of land.

Zhang Yingcai curled up in the corner of the boat, witnessing this extraordinary battle. He felt his heart beating like thunder and he dared not even breathe too heavily.

However, the two fought fiercely but also quickly.

The swordsmanship of the young man in white became more and more sophisticated, but Zhou Niang gradually showed signs of fatigue.

Suddenly, the young man in white let out a long roar, and the sword light became brighter, like a bright moon in the sky. The tip of the sword pointed directly at Zhou Niang's throat, unstoppable.

Zhou Niang was horrified and wanted to hide, but it was too late. At this moment, the winner had already been decided.

At this critical moment, the monster Zhou Niang turned into a wisp of black smoke and tried to escape into nothingness.

The long sword in the white-clothed young man's hand trembled slightly, and purple light flowed on the sword edge, as if the stars and all things were hidden in it.

But I heard him humming 'Purple Mood'!

Zhang Yingcai only saw the sword light breaking through the air and turning into a purple cloud that completely enveloped the evil smoke.

A shrill wailing came from the evil smoke, like the howling of thousands of ghosts, which was creepy.

In a moment, the black smoke dissipated into nothingness, the lake returned to calm, and the wind and rain stopped.

The young man in white sheathed his sword, walked calmly to Zhang Yingcai, smiled and said, "Young Master, you are all right now~"

Zhang Yingcai's soul finally settled down, he bowed to the ground and said, "Young man, I will never forget your kindness in saving my life.

If the young hero had not shown up in time, the talented man would have died."

The young man in white looked calm, waved his sleeves and said, "This is the cycle of nature, it has its own destiny.

And, haha, Mr. Zhang, there is no need to be so polite. The time has come and you should wake up."

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