bullyxtreme Chapter 418 The Moon Goddess completely broke down! All her pride shattered!
Chapter 418 The Moon Goddess completely broke down! All her pride shattered!
Yun Suxin's body stiffened abruptly!
She froze on the spot, like a statue frozen in place.
爬？
Here? On this street?
Yun Suxin's murderous intent intensified.
She never expected that this bastard would humiliate her like this!
You should know that they are currently outside the mansion, and outside is a bustling long street full of pedestrians!
Yun Suxin slowly turned her head, her gaze sweeping over her surroundings.
A large crowd had gathered on the street sometime earlier.
The wife who sells vegetables was closing up late and was passing by with her empty basket.
The plump auntie held her bowl, shoveling rice into her mouth while craning her neck to watch the spectacle.
Several teenagers squatted in the corner, their eyes wide open, with candied hawthorns in their mouths.
A young woman carrying a basket returned from grocery shopping. As she passed the alley entrance, her pace slowed noticeably, and people's eyes lingered on her.
Their gazes were like countless needles, piercing her face, her body, and her heart.
Yun Suxin's face turned pale instantly, then flushed red.
She bit her lip tightly with her pearly teeth, her fingers clenched in her sleeve, and the veins on the back of her hand bulged.
At this moment, Yun Suxin's heart was filled with murderous intent, like a giant wave, one wave higher than the next, almost drowning her reason!
She wished she could immediately restore her cultivation, smash this bastard in front of her into a pulp with one palm, and then kill all the onlookers!
Leave no one alive!
Sadly, Yun Suxin knew she couldn't do it.
She can't even kill a single bug now.
She could only endure, she could only persevere, she could only throw all her pride, all her dignity, and all her face on the ground, crush and grind them to dust.
Then crawl back like a dog.
That bastard, that damn spoiled brat!
Qin Mu's voice rang out again, unhurried and leisurely, like a cat playing with a mouse.
"I'll only count to ten. If you haven't climbed back before I've finished counting to ten, then I won't be so polite."
He paused, then cleared his throat.
"ten."
Yun Suxin's body trembled violently, as if she had been struck in the chest by a heavy hammer.
"Nine."
Her fists clenched slightly, her nails digging into her palms, but she felt no pain.
"eight."
The faces of the elderly couple flashed into her mind.
When the old man returned from hunting, the old woman squatted in front of the stove, adding firewood and blowing on the fire. The firelight reflected on her wrinkled face.
"seven."
She closed her eyes.
His fingertips sank deeper, and blood seeped from between his fingers, dripping onto the bluestone slab.
"six."
She opened her eyes.
Those eyes, once as cold as icy stars, now held no light, only a deathly, resigned calm.
Like a lake in winter, the thick ice seals off the water below, and no matter how the wind blows, it cannot stir up a ripple.
She slowly bent down, spread her arms, and supported herself on the ground.
The bluestone slabs were cold and rough, pressing against her palms.
Then she slowly knelt down again.
Yun Suxin remained expressionless, as if she were not herself at that moment. She simply lowered her head, her long hair slipping down her shoulders and obscuring her face.
She started climbing.
She knelt on both knees, supported herself with her hands, and moved step by step toward the two vermilion doors.
"This girl is so pitiful—"
The vegetable vendor, carrying an empty load, stood at the alley entrance, shaking her head. Her voice wasn't loud, but it reached her ears clearly.
"What's there to pity?"
The plump woman took a bite of rice and mumbled something indistinctly.
"She must have done something wrong, otherwise why would anyone punish her like this? My husband said that the son of a high-ranking official from the capital lives in this mansion, and we can't afford to offend him."
A girl's clear, childlike voice rang out: "Mommy, why is that older sister crawling on the ground?"
The mother quickly covered her child's eyes and whispered scoldingly, "Don't look! Let's go, let's go!"
"Tsk tsk, what kind of behavior is this in public?" The girl, carrying a basket, shook her head and left with disdain in her eyes.
Those words, like flies, buzzed into Yun Suxin's ears, each one like a needle pricking her heart.
Her heart was trembling, her hands were trembling, her knees were trembling, her whole body was trembling.
A murderous intent surged within him, like molten lava in a volcano—hot and scorching, yet finding no outlet.
Anger surged like a tide, wave after wave, washing over her reason. The dam was swaying, ready to burst at any moment.
Yun Suxin could only desperately suppress, desperately suppress, all those murderous intents, anger, and shame, burying them deep within her heart.
She told herself.
No one knows that you are the moon goddess at this moment, no one knows.
You are Ayao, a pitiful peasant girl who was forcibly taken by a spoiled young master.
Not the moon goddess. Not that high and mighty moon goddess who controls hundreds of thousands of believers.
no……
Yun Suxin repeated it to herself over and over again, like chanting a spell, like deceiving herself, like a drowning person desperately grasping at the last piece of driftwood.
Finally, the vermilion gate came into view.
Three steps, two steps, one step.
Inside the gate, moonlight shone on the bluestone slabs, illuminating the path she had climbed.
She was about to step across the threshold—
"May the Moon Goddess protect you—May the Moon Goddess protect you—"
A series of orderly, enthusiastic voices came from the alley entrance, mixed with the sound of hurried footsteps and the crackling of burning torches.
The sound grew closer and louder, like a tide surging in from the alley entrance, filling the entire street.
Yun Suxin's body suddenly stiffened.
She slowly turned her head.
A procession was marching along the main road in front of the mansion. Leading the procession was a man in white, wearing a white jade mask with a crescent moon carved on it, which gleamed with a cold light in the torchlight.
He was followed by dozens of white-robed followers, holding incense burners and prayer flags, shouting slogans.
"The Moon Goddess descends to protect all living beings! The followers of the Moon Goddess's cult defend our sacred faith!"
Their steps were synchronized, their eyes were fervent, and the torchlight illuminated the entire street.
They walked past the alley entrance, past her, past the onlookers.
Their backs turned as they passed by the gate.
Yun Suxin knelt on the threshold, her hands resting on the cold white marble. She raised her head and looked at the believers walking past her.
At this moment, Yun Suxin's sorrow reached its peak, beyond words!
These devout and fanatical followers were unaware that their supreme and worshipped leader was kneeling on the ground, wounded and as insignificant as an ant.
They didn't realize that the "Moon Goddess protects" they were chanting couldn't even protect herself.
They didn't know that there was only a threshold between them and their god.
They stepped over it, but she couldn't climb over it.
Yun Suxin's tears finally broke free.
Tears blurred her vision, turning those white figures into a hazy light.
At this time,
The gate slowly closed.
The vermilion door panels closed inch by inch in front of her, like a door slowly shutting down, leading to another world.
Through the crack in the door, the white figures were still walking, the torchlight was still flashing, and the slogans were still being shouted.
"May the Moon Goddess protect you—May the Moon Goddess protect you—"
The sound grew farther and farther away, more and more indistinct, and fainter and fainter.
"Bang."
A soft sound.
The gate was closed.
The firelight outside the door was cut off, the slogans were silenced, and the road to freedom was closed forever by a door.
Moonlight seeped through the crack in the door, spreading a thin, silvery-white band of light across the bluestone slab, like a broken string that could never be reached again.
Yun Suxin lay on the threshold, her forehead pressed against the cold stone surface, her long hair scattered on the ground.
The pain and despair in her heart completely overwhelmed and consumed her.
She and her followers were separated only by a door.
A door, a wall, a distance of three feet.
But those three feet are farther than ten thousand miles.
She was on this side, and the followers were on the other.
She was a prisoner, they were free.
She was the humble, disheveled, and wounded Ayao; they were the fanatical, devout believers holding torches high.
Nobody knows, nobody will know.
No one will ever know.
The moonlight shone on the bluestone slabs in front of the door, as if a thin layer of silver frost had been laid on them.
Yun Suxin's hands were on the ground.
She didn't dare to raise her head, didn't dare to look at the person standing in front of her.
She was afraid that if she looked up, she would be unable to resist lunging at him, grabbing his throat, and tearing his face to shreds.
Then he humiliated her even more.
She could only lower her head and look at her own hands.
Several cuts and scrapes appeared on my palms, and beads of blood seeped from the wounds, mixing with sweat to make them sticky and icy cold.
Qin Mu stood three steps in front of her.
The moonlight shone from behind him, casting his shadow on her and enveloping her in a cold, lingering darkness.
He stood with his hands behind his back, his moon-white robe fluttering gently in the night breeze, the hem brushing against the ground with a soft rustling sound.
A faint smile played at the corners of his lips, a smile that was neither too deep nor too shallow, as if he were admiring an interesting toy.
Qin Mu lowered his head and looked down at Yun Suxin.
There was no emotion in those deep eyes, only a lazy, indifferent interest.
"What's wrong?"
His voice was soft, with a hint of a smile, as if he were asking a child who had made a mistake.
"Don't want to climb anymore? Or are you too tired to climb?"
Yun Suxin bit her lip tightly and shook her head desperately.
Her feelings were extremely complicated at the moment, and she had even temporarily lost the ability to think and speak.
Qin Mu squatted down.
He reached out, his long, slender fingers gently lifting her chin, forcing her to raise her head and meet his gaze.
"Come,"
His voice was soft and gentle, like he was coaxing a spoiled child, "Tell me, do you still want to run away?"
Yun Suxin's eyes were red, and tears were welling up in her eyes, but she held them back tightly.
Her gaze fell on Qin Mu's face, on his deep, smiling eyes.
She wanted to say, "I want to escape, I want to kill you, I want to tear you to pieces, then break your bones one by one and throw them into the mountains to feed the dogs."
But she didn't dare.
Yun Suxin's lips trembled a few times, and tears finally welled up in her eyes, sliding down her pale cheeks and dripping onto the fingers that were supporting her chin.
"No... I'm not running away anymore..."
Yun Suxin's voice was hoarse and broken, carrying a complex mix of emotions and pleading:
"Young master, I...I will never run away again...Please...don't hurt my father and mother..."
Qin Mu looked at her eyes, which were as red as a rabbit's, and at her delicate face, which was covered with tears.
He smiled and released her chin.
"That's a good girl."
He stood up, turned around, and walked into the mansion.
He took two steps, then stopped without looking back.
"Aren't you coming?"
Yun Suxin knelt on the ground, gazing at that moon-white figure as he grew farther and farther away, becoming increasingly blurry.
Her tears were still flowing, unstoppable.
She raised her hand, wiped her face haphazardly with her sleeve, and then struggled to her feet, supporting herself on the ground.
A sharp, piercing pain shot through her knee, causing her to stumble. She managed to steady herself by grabbing onto a nearby pillar.
She lowered her head, looking at the coarse cloth dress that was covered in dust, and the sorrow in her heart was so thick that it was almost overflowing.
Yun Suxin took a deep breath, suppressing her surging grief and indignation little by little, then lowered her head and followed with unsteady steps.
The moonlight in the courtyard was like water, quietly spreading across the bluestone slabs, casting her shadow on the ground, long and thin, like a withered tree bent over by the wind.
The night breeze blew in from the end of the corridor, causing the lanterns under the corridor to sway gently, the candlelight flickering and casting her shadow long and short.
She walked through the corridors she had just desperately tried to escape, through the high walls she had just desperately tried to climb over, and through the door she had just desperately tried to rush out of.
She's back.
Like a dog with its neck tethered, it struggled for a long time, only to find that it couldn't go anywhere. It could only lower its head, tuck its tail between its legs, and obediently walk back to its owner's feet.