Eternal Life Starts as a Hunter-Chapter 227 - 112: Everyone’s Happy Ending, A Brand-New Yan Yu
...
In the dream, the door of the small house was being knocked on with a "thump, thump, thump," as if someone was standing outside.
But the door did not open.
The "thump, thump, thump" pounding turned into violent banging.
The "person" outside began to slam the door forcefully.
Lady Yan and Xiaozhao were both inside the house watching the door.
After a long while...
The door suddenly creaked open, and a sliver of darkness seeped in from behind it.
Immediately, the face of a strange peddler with a peculiar smile peeked in.
The air was deathly quiet...
Even the white shadow by the window seemed unresponsive, still facing away from everyone.
In the next instant, the peddler rushed in entirely, his face sporting a weird smile, heading straight for Xiaozhao, with his hands raised to grab her.
Xiaozhao raised her cane, aiming to strike the peddler.
The peddler raised his hand, grabbing Xiaozhao’s cane, and then fell into a strange stillness.
After a moment, a look of pain appeared on Xiaozhao’s face. She opened her mouth wide, wanting to scream, but no sound came out.
Lady Yan, not caring about anything else at this moment, clenched her fist and swung it towards the peddler.
Yet before she could land a hit, a terrifying aura of death swept over her.
But she didn’t touch the peddler, because a white shadow had somehow already intercepted her.
Earlier when the peddler entered, the white shadow didn’t intervene; when the peddler grabbed someone, the white shadow also stayed put; but as Lady Yan was about to attack the peddler, the white shadow intervened, simultaneously blocking the peddler’s hand that extended out of nowhere trying to grab Lady Yan.
The door of the small house began creaking and groaning, swaying back and forth like a tug-of-war.
One force was trying to shut the door, while another was trying to keep it open.
Xiaozhao’s expression relaxed slightly, and the three sides seemed to enter into a bizarre struggle.
But gradually, Xiaozhao again started showing signs of pain.
Lady Yan continued to clench her fist, ignoring the chilling sensation, attempting to strike the back of the peddler’s head.
At this moment, she already understood Feng’Er’s killing pattern.
Feng’Er’s killing pattern was simple: never let Yan Yu die, so she would kill anyone who tried to harm Yan Yu.
Previously, she hadn’t killed Brother Xiong out of revenge, but because Brother Xiong harbored murderous intent towards Yan Yu.
This inadvertently settled a score.
Lady Yan understood this pattern and guessed tonight’s events’ reason: her husband kindly used the [Gray Rouge Box] to apply Yin Makeup on Xiaozhao, but the power of the makeup was that of an Evil Ghost, while Xiaozhao herself was a living Evil Ghost, a different one. As a result, the two Evil Ghosts clashed, attracting the Evil Ghost of the [Gray Rouge Box].
Clearly, Xiaozhao was no match for this Evil Ghost.
The Evil Ghost came targeting her daughter without triggering Feng’Er’s killing pattern, so now she had to actively trigger it... to use Feng’Er’s pattern to save her daughter.
At this moment, the peddler bizarrely twisted his head, turning halfway around, and smiled at her.
Lady Yan felt her soul shudder, but her fist still came down.
Before the fist could land, the bone-chilling coldness already made her soul tremble.
But just as her fist hadn’t yet landed, the white shadow indeed circumvented again, blocking her.
Simultaneously, the black hair covering the white shadow’s face ominously scattered, revealing the cracked pale face behind it.
The cracks were composed of crawling, strange, white-clad women, and at this moment, these women peeled off from the white shadow’s face and started crawling onto the peddler, covering half of him in no time, but unable to cover further.
The peddler grinned bizarrely and continued reaching for Yan Yu.
As his hand drew closer to Yan Yu,
The white-clad women seemed to go mad, as the ones crawling on their bodies clicked, their speed amplified as if a "fast-forward button" had been pressed.
The entire house seemed to go mad, in the silent stillness, the doorframe rattled back and forth like it was suffering a fever, frantically trembling, wanting to shut but unable to.
But the door didn’t close; in the dead silence, the house collapsed without a sound, as if drawn by some strange force, the black bars of an iron cage compressed, withering away grotesquely, wrapping around the three of them.
Lady Yan shot a glance at Xiaozhao, lunged forward fiercely, pushing Xiaozhao hard, and shouted, "Wake up!"
She didn’t touch Xiaozhao because the white-clad women had preemptively pushed Xiaozhao away for her.
Evidently, the white-clad women avoided any contact between her and this peddler by any means.
With this push, Xiaozhao was directly shoved out of the house.
And in the next moment, the house grotesquely withered, completely enveloping Lady Yan, the peddler, and the white-clad women, yet not entirely tightly, being pushed from the inside out by some force, resembling a huge, hollow eggshell...
Inside the eggshell, the three parties were locked in an eerie balance.
...
In the house, Li Yuan held the Dragon Blade Spear, releasing his senses to cautiously observe the surroundings.
At that moment, the bed let out a sudden "wah" cry.
He jerked his head around, witnessing an unbelievable scene.
Xiaozhao awoke, while Lady Yan was swiftly disappearing.
He reached out to grab, only catching a phantom, like catching the moon in a well.
"Dad... dad..." Xiaozhao cried "wah wah" loudly.
Li Yuan cradled her in his arms, reaching over to touch the bed.
The bedding was still warm, but Lady Yan... was gone.
He hugged Xiaozhao tightly, softly saying, "It’s alright, it’s alright."
"Mom, mom..." Xiaozhao cried.
