Chapter 609: Chapter 287: Major Family Event III: The Witching Night (Part 2)_4

The Lost Witch’s doll, with its button eyes drooping, slowly said, “Ha… who do you think I am? I’ve seen with my own eyes that the state of this crow person was already bad enough. I could see all sorts of bizarre Emotion Energy piling up in his mind–you know how extreme that is. Even if I exerted my magic to control emotions on an ordinary person, it would be hard to reach the level of madness of that crow. The fact that he has resisted suicide for so long is already a sign of astonishing willpower… Now, with a push from my Magic Power, even if he doesn’t die, it should be enough to trouble him for a while.”

She paused: “In any case, Qing Ya will definitely not be seen in Huanjing for the time being…”

As she said this, the Lost Witch tilted her head, “By the way, I now have no idea where he has run off to. His ability is really exaggerated; given a day, he could probably circle the Earth in flight, right?”

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At the same time, in Siberia.

In a world of endless white, a dark figure shrouded in a pitch-black cloak stood on the ice layer formed by the surface of a lake, leaving footprints of varying depths, with ice flakes fluttering lightly.

Qing Ya bent slightly, removing the beaked helmet from his head, his hollow eyes hidden among disheveled hair strands, collapsing weakly onto the ice surface. “Whoosh–!” A sudden blast of cold wind whistled, like the piercing shrieks of ghosts echoing between the stern mountains, muffling the faint crackling sounds from the ice.

Lowering his eyes, he looked at the image reflected on the ice–a thousand crows enveloping his body, devouring him until only a pair of blood-red eyes appeared in the darkness. Qing Ya murmured softly, eyes fixed on the eyes confronting him:

“I… will not be defeated.”

“You’re still deceiving yourself–!” the shadow wrapped in thousands of crows roared.

“An illusion… cannot, defeat me.” Ke Youqing opened his hollow eyes wide, staring at the shadow under the lake, mumbling hoarsely, “I’ve always come this far, that Evil Monk, Timekeeper, Blood Letter Sect, even them… even their thoughts have never shaken my will. How could I possibly… fall to myself, I…will never…”

“Wake up, look at yourself… can you tell the difference, whether the one above the lake is you, or the one beneath it… whether you are Qing Ya or Ke Youqing,” the shadow under the lake said, “Or are you… just a coward who refuses to face reality?”

“I know clearly who I am…”

Qing Ya looked down, gazing at it, with blood overflowing from his eye sockets, his voice gradually rising.

“You… can absolutely not, defeat me–”

He almost roared out these words, and immediately after, the ice beneath him shattered instantly, a tide-like surge of crow nests poured out from behind his cloak, the howling blizzard seemed to pause for a moment…

“Stubborn to the end… your time is running out.”

The figure under the lake spoke deeply.

The next moment, the ice within a hundred meters radius collapsed thunderously.

Qing Ya plunged into the bottomless lake water, sinking, sinking, continuously sinking… Though the water beneath the ice was cold enough to freeze a million regular people to death, Ke Youqing felt the world had become somewhat clearer, profoundly silent.

In the sky, the crows listlessly scattered across the lake, “plop,” “plop,” causing icy waves to splash, and then everything slowly returned to the stern quiet once again.

The cold wind of Siberia was still biting, and the deafening wail resonated in one’s ears.

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