I Find Her Disgusting Chapter 86

The surrounding scenery changed, and below her was a soft couch.
Yan Huirou turned her head to look. One of the woman’s hands was propped up by her ear, and the other was rustling as it opened her clothes.
The tip of her nail grazed the skin on her chest, a cool and soft touch that brought a slight chill.
“Sect Master?”
Yan Huirou: “What are you doing?”
“Shh.” The woman raised her eyes, her lips redder than usual, a faint smile playing on them.
“Where is this?”
No one answered her.
The surrounding glow gradually faded, and the woman’s face opposite her calmed, disappearing into the darkness, leaving only an undulating silhouette.
“Do you love me, Yanyan?”
A warm palm pressed against Yan Huirou’s heart, as if tracing its shape, the knuckles slightly bent, scratching a little.
Yan Huirou was a bit ticklish and flinched. “Just now, wasn’t I in the secret realm? Where is this?”
“Do you love me? Yan-Hui-Rou.”
The woman suddenly called her full name, every word, her breathing unsteady.
Something scalding hot slowly slid down her cheek, a heavy drop, bitter and salty, and it landed on Yan Huirou’s face.
Yan Huirou unconsciously stopped speaking, a hint of surprise in her heart. “Mm. Why are you crying…”
“Why won’t you answer me directly?”
“Liar.”
Her voice trembled, and another tear fell. “As expected, it’s all lies.”
Yan Huirou frowned and coaxed her in a gentle voice, “I’m not lying… what’s wrong?”
In the darkness, the shadow sobbed and laughed, her voice lowering. “It’s nothing. Right, can I, can I see your heart?”
Before Yan Huirou could react, a sharp pain shot through her chest.
Pain.
It hurts so much, a pain that pierces my mind. For a moment, her calves even twitched uncontrollably.
Yan Huirou’s eyes widened as she watched Jiang Xidai’s fingers pierce her chest, breaking through skin and flesh, and tightly grip her still-beating heart.
The rich smell of blood.
But she didn’t faint. Instead, she watched as Jiang Xidai gave a sharp tug and ripped out her heart.
Tear—
The bright red thing was beating, its sound seeming to vibrate in Yan Huirou’s ears.
The woman’s slender, beautiful wrist and the constantly flowing blood overlapped.
That hand squeezed a little tighter, the nails digging in, and the heart in her hand gradually turned black, shattered, and was crushed into a pile of minced meat.
“Yan Huirou, your heart is so beautiful. But why has it stopped beating for me?”
This isn’t real.
This, is not, real.
Jiang Xidai’s chest was not pierced, it was fine. Her special constitution, how could it suddenly fail?
Yan Huirou trembled all over. In the intense pain, she had figured it out, and the panic in her heart finally subsided. She prayed that she would wake up from this nightmare soon.
It’s a dream.
It’s a dream…
But it hurts so much. How can a dream be so painful? My heart was clearly crushed by Jiang Xidai, but, but…
She lay helplessly on the bed, letting the woman smear her blood-covered hands on her mouth, her body still twitching slightly, like a butterfly shattered on a spider’s web.
“I hate you, Yan Huirou.”
The heart that had already died seemed to have returned to her body.
She listened as Jiang Xidai spoke these words in an almost broken voice, trembling, although it was very strange—but a great, soul-deep pain came from her chest.
Unbearable, what’s going on.
She was going crazy.
Finally, with a loud snap, the illusion before her shattered like a mirror, breaking into a thousand pieces.
The woman’s figure froze, along with the tears on her face, half-suspended in the air.
The soft red curtains no longer swayed. Everything, everything, also solidified into a stone statue before Yan Huirou’s eyes, and finally crumbled into dust.
She fell limply into the void, the lingering smell of blood no longer at the tip of her nose.
She didn’t know how long she had been falling.
Yan Huirou was enveloped by a gentle current of water. She opened her eyes and looked around. Below her was a vast lake, peaceful and quiet.
Before her stood a few large gates, rising abruptly, like several tall and silent boundary stones.
This was exactly the same scene she had experienced before entering the secret realm.
Yan Huirou thought she had returned, but upon closer inspection, she found that it was not four gates of different colors.
But three.
“Past,” “Present,” and “Future.”
A creature as white as to be dazzling poked its head out from a boundary stone.
It was massive, with the head of a tiger and the body of a dragon, two jade-green deer antlers, and four agile and strong legs.
What a strange-looking cat—no, not a cat.
Yan Huirou quickly stopped her thoughts. She had been suckling a cat too much recently, and everything looked like a kitten.
It was a bit like a mythical beast from ancient times. Yan Huirou thought carefully for a moment, and it seemed to be a Bai Ze.
The Bai Ze was treading on a cloud, nimbly circling her a few times, and soon floated in front of her.
“Lovely child. You’ve finally come to see me.”
Yan Huirou looked up at the massive mythical beast looking down at her, and she was a little nervous, taking a step back.
She said apologetically, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb you.”
“So polite.”
The golden beast’s eyes narrowed. Its expression was relaxed, and it was fluffy all over, looking very friendly.
It came closer and rubbed against Yan Huirou affectionately. But it didn’t control its strength well and, in an instant, the slender and weak human was…
Knocked over.
Yan Huirou fell to the ground and, a little scared, scooted back a few more steps.
Although she liked fluffy things, she really didn’t like ones that were several stories high—and would suddenly appear beside her.
The Bai Ze awkwardly nudged her with the tip of its tail, coiling it around its trembling descendant.
It tilted its head and squatted down like a tiger, gazing at Yan Huirou.
“Since you have seen me, shouldn’t you ask me for the fortune you deserve?”
Yan Huirou said in a small voice, “What is the fortune?”
Hearing this, the Bai Ze leaped away lightly, its fluid form appearing in mid-air.
One of its paws rested on the “Future” gate, one of its hind legs on the “Past” gate, and the tip of its tail curled, pointing directly at the “Present” gate.
The massive mythical beast lowered its head again and gently touched Yan Huirou’s body with its horn, affectionately.
“Good girl. With the bond of our bloodline, you will understand how to use this power in the future.”
“And then,” the long tail pointed to each of the gates in turn, “choose one you like.”
Yan Huirou was not very interested in the magical fortune before her.
She remembered the very strange illusion from before, and the feeling of horror still lingered in her heart.
Yan Huirou couldn’t help but ask, “That illusion just now was…”
Bai Ze: “Do you mind it very much?” The long, narrow eyes narrowed, like a smile. “That is not the future, but I can smell it. It seems to be your inner fear.”
Yan Huirou was even more confused.
Fear… what is she afraid of?
Is she afraid of Jiang Xidai hurting her?
No.
In the past, when she was not so familiar with that woman, Yan Huirou had faced many of her threats and cold glares.
But from beginning to end, Yan Huirou had never been afraid of her.
Could it be that she is afraid of betraying Jiang Xidai? How is that possible?
Yan Huirou had also imagined some bad scenarios.
Many people are infatuated with their lover’s shining points, and as they get closer, they find that their beloved has fallen into the mundane.
But Yan Huirou rarely had this worry.
After all, as the number one soother of the Shasheng Sect, her daily job was to peel away the woman’s ostentatious strength and beauty, as well as her feigned cold pride, and then to listen carefully to the sound of her soul.
Yan Huirou was a tolerant person, and of course, she was also tolerant of her fragility and darkness.
She wouldn’t do such a thing. Why would she feel fear?
She couldn’t figure it out.
“This gate, what’s inside?”
The Bai Ze mythical beast answered ethereally, “It should be something you don’t know but are very curious about. Good child, this is your place of consciousness. What you can see depends on the thoughts deep in your heart.”
Can I only choose one…
The “Present” doesn’t need to be seen, because we are walking hand in hand.
The “Future” has its own destiny, and everything is still unknown. How can I easily make a judgment about it now.
Then it has to be the “Past.”
Everything has already happened, with regrets and highlights, but it is, after all, a fixed past.
Yan Huirou thought for a moment and stepped into the “Past” gate.
She closed her eyes. It was said to be a thought, but when she was standing in it, she didn’t think of anything.
When she opened her eyes again, the surrounding scenery had changed again. It was pitch-black, without a single ray of light.
There were only the sounds of breathing, sometimes light, sometimes heavy.
After adapting to the darkness, Yan Huirou followed the sound and found that this was a lightless dungeon.
There was a faint, rapid breathing, and a few muffled groans, as if in pain, and a slight trembling.
Yan Huirou turned to look.
It was a young girl, about seven or eight years old, biting a piece of cloth and tying it around a wound on her arm.
Her hair was messy, and her body was covered in scars. But her eyes were slightly raised, and in the dim light, they were wary and wild.
Another scrawny child, who also looked like a girl from her face, but her hair was very short, as if a section had been cut off.
They were sitting back-to-back.
Yan Huirou found that they couldn’t see her. She walked around. The surroundings were indescribable, the ground covered in dried blood, and a strange, rotten smell filled the air.
Yan Huirou really couldn’t bear it and had to stay where she was, not going far.
The thin, short-haired girl stood up shakily.
Why were these two little girls locked up in such a place?
Just as Yan Huirou was thinking this, a flash of a white blade suddenly lit up in her pupils.
The short-haired girl drew a dagger and stabbed at the little girl sitting cross-legged on the ground.
She was too weak, as if she hadn’t eaten for many days, and her hands and feet were unsteady, but her hand holding the dagger was unusually determined.
Yan Huirou’s heart was in her throat.
Fortunately, the dagger grazed past, and she dodged.
The young girl kneeling on the ground nimbly dodged the next few stabs, tripped the other, and after rolling on the ground a few times, the two of them were tangled together.
There was no dialogue, only heavy panting. A bloody fight, using teeth to bite, legs to kick, so cruel it was unlike children of this age, more like two small beasts constantly tearing at each other.
In the end, the long-haired little girl had the upper hand. She grabbed a piece of iron that had rolled on the ground, and with a flick of her thumb, she neatly cut her opponent’s throat.
The child on the ground was still twitching, her eyes wide, shockingly large in the dark environment, struggling like a dying fish. She clutched her bleeding throat, trying to get up several times, but was ultimately pinned down and lost her strength.
Yan Huirou found it hard to breathe, but there was nothing she could do but watch that fresh and fragile life slowly fade away in a pool of blood.
“Only one person can walk out of here alive.”
A delicate voice said with an innocent cruelty, “Don’t cry. It’s your fault for losing. If you lose, you die.”
“I…” The sound of the dying child on the ground gradually slowed under the suppression, the sound from her severed windpipe muffled. “My name is… remember me, don’t die in here…”
The pool of blood gradually spread, and the person finally grew quiet, no longer breathing.
And the little girl who was still alive, she slowly loosened her grip, raised her hand, and finally had time to wipe the blood from her face.
“No one will remember the people who die here,” the little girl wiped her face clean, smiled, and murmured softly, “but I will live well and carry my name out. Unlike you all.”
The dungeon was very dark. She heard the sound of the outer gate turning, and human footsteps.
The rustling of human voices gradually drifted in with the wind. It was the free air of the outside world, a precious thing in this murky place.
“…Not bad, such a strong aptitude. I didn’t expect the smallest one to survive.”
“Everyone will definitely like her.”
“What’s your name?”
A glaring light shone on the girl’s small body. Under her messy long hair, a pale and delicate little face was revealed.
She looked up. “My name is Jiang Xidai.”