Artifact Chapter 29: Spooky Illusion

Chapter 29: Spooky Illusion

Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations

Editor: Karai

 

Lu Ming put his palms on Jing Mo’s chest, closed his eyes, and his divine sense gradually probed towards Jing Mo’s location.

The moment the auras met, Lu Ming felt as if he had been sucked into a wonderful realm, and an endless corridor suddenly appeared in front of him. Lu Ming raised his feet and slowly walked over, every step he took, the road behind him disappeared a step. Only after he had walked hundreds of meters did he gradually see a faint light ahead of him. He turned around and looked back, but it had turned into a bottomless abyss.

Lu Ming palpitated a few steps back, this abyss looked extremely scary. If one was not careful and fell, they would probably not survive and not even leave bones. The more he thought about it, the more he felt himself slipping. Lu Ming no longer hesitated, and hurriedly cast aura to fly away. The road behind him was still disappearing. As if a flood of beasts was chasing behind him, Lu Ming flew faster and faster.

After a long time, the light gradually brightened up, and Lu Ming’s heart was glad to cross this corridor and reach the end of the light, which should be the illusion that Jing Mo had fallen into.

It was a pity that the way he came had disappeared. If he wanted to go back again, he had to find Jing Mo’s sanity and pull him out of the illusion, otherwise the road would always be impassable, and always an abyss of ten thousand fathoms.

Gradually, light filled slowly and covered the entire space. Lu Ming reached out and pushed open the ancient red lacquered door in front of him, raised his foot and walked in.

Just inside, a cold wind quickly blew towards him.

Lu Ming looked around cautiously, his gaze gradually changed from calm to shock, and then from shock to fear.

The world in this illusion formation was just like a village. As far as the eye could see was a blanket of snow. The treetops, roofs, and roads were all covered with heavy snow, but not far away, as if an asylum, was a myriad of bodies. Blood slowly flowed from under their bodies, gathered together, as if a small stream, which was still flowing non-stop to the river beside the pile.

Lu Ming was stunned by the scene in front of him and froze in place. With a burst of unease rising in his heart. What had Jing Mo encountered in the past to imagine such a horrible scene?

The smell of blood blew towards Lu Ming’s position with the cold wind, making Lu Ming’s stomach flush with acid. The scene in front of him was the end of a melee, almost everyone died in the battle, those bodies were the evidence.

Lu Ming didn’t have time to think about it and hurriedly looked around for any sign of Jing Mo.

He searched anxiously for Jing Mo and finally found him unconscious in the pile of corpses, his whole body seemed to be soaked in blood, his cheeks and body were stained with blood, his face was blue and white, and his chest was heaving violently.

Lu Ming breathed a sigh of relief, secretly thankful that the child was still breathing. Hastily squatted down, patted Jing Mo’s face and said, “Xiao Mo, wake up quickly!”

Jing Mo heard Lu Ming’s shout, his brow tightly wrinkled, groaned in pain a few times, and only then opened his eyes. Jing Mo’s eyes were red, with a deep and intense hatred, looking deadly at Lu Ming in front of him. Lu Ming was chilled by his eyes, his heart sank, and he hesitantly shouted, “Xiao Mo. What’s wrong with you?”

Jing Mo was shaken and hurriedly withdrew his gaze, and his eyes gradually turned from crimson to pitch black. He seemed to have just woken up from a nightmare, gasping for air, and immediately lowered his head without answering Lu Ming.

Lu Ming hurriedly put his aura into his body, but was suddenly pulled over by a strong force, and with a spinning of the sky, Lu Ming fell to the ground, unable to move because of Jing Mo’s heavy pressure.

Lu Ming let out a cry of surprise, his back was smashed into raw pain, but did not dare to push Jing Mo away, afraid of accidentally hurting him. He looked up towards Jing Mo with some surprise, only to see that Jing Mo’s eyes had turned into that weird crimson color again, and was now looking at Lu Ming with cold and anger. The corners of his mouth suddenly hooked into a cold smile, his eyes mimicked, and then said, “Do you want to leave me?”

Lu Ming faintly froze, not understanding Jing Mo’s words. Did this child go crazy? Was he scared out of his wits by the miserable state of hell just now?

Lu Ming was still thinking about what to do when Jing Mo, who was on top of him, suddenly let out a cold snort. The red color in his eyes did not change, but his hands started to move. As he stripped Lu Ming’s clothes, he muttered, “If you want to leave, why don’t you take me with you?”

After saying that, before Lu Ming could react, he suddenly bent down and, in the midst of Lu Ming’s extremely shocked eyes, extended his tongue and gently licked Lu Ming’s full lips, then quickly straightened up and smacked his lips, “Soft.”

Although Lu Ming was a bit speechless by his brother’s kiss, but seeing Jing Mo looking at him with his eyes wide open and confused, his long eyelashes blinking, looking both innocent and pitiful, made Lu Ming’s anger disappear instantly. He patted Jing Mo’s head and said, “You’re really stupid, aren’t you?”

Jing Mo unhappily slapped Lu Ming’s hand away, stood up and pulled Lu Ming to run fast, panting as he ran, “I’m not a child anymore, don’t talk to me in such a tone!”

Lu Ming was helpless, how could Jing Mo suddenly become so arrogant when he was caught in the illusion formation? Is he still in the nightmare? Or was this his true nature?

Lu Ming shook his head hard and threw this thought to the back of his mind. The little stranger had been so good and obedient, and must be controlled by the illusion. He just needed to let him go for now, even if he didn’t know where this kid was taking him.

Lu Ming followed Jing Mo all the way until he crossed a creek, then slowly walked up the stone path. Half an hour later, Jing Mo finally pulled Lu Ming to a stop at the top of a hill.

Lu Ming looked at the surroundings with confusion, and vaguely felt some familiarity here. He opened his mouth and asked Jing Mo, “Where is this place?”

Jing Mo smiled faintly and said, “Have you forgotten? This is Sleepless Mountain.”

Lu Ming’s heart tightened and he took a few steps to the west and really saw a big tree, and next to the tree was a cave, which was the spiritual spring that he had just visited not long ago.

Lu Ming said, “So this is the place.”

Jing Mo took a few steps forward, but the scene in front of him suddenly changed completely. The blue sky slowly faded to bright colors, and darkness gradually covered the entire Sleepless Mountain, and in an instant, Sleepless Mountain seemed to have turned into another asylum, and the surrounding area emitted a disgusting smell of blood. There was a sickening smell of blood around, just like what he saw in the village at the foot of the mountain, where everyone died tragically. The silence around the area was heartbreaking, and as the cold wind blew desperately, Lu Ming stood still, his face white and his fists clenched. What the hell is going on here?

Jing Mo’s gaze never left the open space in front of him, standing motionless in the same place. Lu Ming took a deep breath and slowly approached him. At that moment, a violent noise suddenly came from the clearing, Lu Ming’s heart amazed, hurriedly raised his eyes to look.

Two men suddenly appeared out of nowhere, one dressed in a black robe, the other in a green shirt, and both had a cold face at the moment, emitting an appalling pressure around them, obviously confronting each other.

Lu Ming’s breath hitched and his body stiffened, why in Jing Mo’s illusion, was there a scene from the duel between He Qingci and Sang Wusheng?

Before Lu Ming had time to think more, the two began to fight. Although both of them were top experts, Sang Wusheng had already obtained the Qing Li Shen sword. He Qingci, even though he was strong, gradually fell behind, and soon he was beaten by Sang Wusheng. He began to vomit blood, his face was as pale as paper, and he fell to the ground to hold his breath, but his eyes did not give way.

Sang Wusheng narrowed his eyes and said, “Are you still not willing to admit defeat?”

He Qingci hooked up the corners of his mouth with a cold smile, “Defeat is defeat, what is the point of living on the sidelines?”

Sang Wusheng said indifferently, “If that’s the case, I’ll make it up to you.”

After saying that, a strong luster instantly enveloped the entire Sleepless Mountain, Lu Ming was stabbed by the light and could not open his eyes. After the light dissipated, he opened his eyes and saw that He Qingci had long since disappeared from the clearing, leaving only Sang Wusheng standing against the wind, expressionless.

Lu Ming’s heart went cold. He Qingci, the moment Sang Wusheng’s Qing Li Shen sword stabbed down, his soul flew away and scattered, and his corpse did not exist.

Standing aside, Jing Mo’s eyes were red, staring at the man in front of him with a glint of hatred in his eyes, as if he was going to rush forward and fight him in the next moment.

Lu Ming asked with some concern, “Xiao Mo, are you okay?”

Jing Mo slowly turned his head and looked at him with resignation, but a tear suddenly dropped from the corner of his eye. The intense sorrow and grief in his eyes was unmistakable, and only after a long time did he speak with difficulty, “Brother, this is not true, right? You will be killed by him?”

Lu Ming was stunned, how should he answer? In the original story, He Qingci was indeed stabbed to death by Sang Wusheng with a sword, but he replaced He Qingci to finish this life, saying yes or no seemed not quite right.

Jing Mo saw Lu Ming silent and did not answer, his eyes suddenly flashed a trace of despair. He gloomily turned his head, and once again looked at the empty space. The scene there was once again repeated, over and over again the scene of the two dueling.

Jing Mo clenched his lips, and the obscurity in his eyes seemed to grow even more.

The man’s appearance was almost identical to his own, only a few years older. The long sword in his hand was clearly a treasure handed over to him by his mother before he fled the He family with his brother, and had dripped blood to recognize its owner. He was the only one in the world who could control this Qing Li Shen sword.

But why was his brother killed by his own hands in this woven illusion? 

 

 

 

 

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