Chapter 330 - Taisui

Chapter 330 - Taisui

Just as she was suffocating, Bai Lingmiao suddenly found herself floating above the ancestral hall’s beams. When she looked down, she saw herself with her whitened eyes as well as the red-veiled Second Deity.

Is this what it's like to be dead?

Bai Lingmiao lowered her head to check her ‘body’, only to find that it was empty and devoid of any substance. Seeing this, she recalled something and felt a surge of joy.

My parents must not have gone too far. I can still catch up with them!

However, as she raised her head to look for her family, she noticed incomprehensible masses obscuring the entire night sky.

When she saw their ever-changing appearances, Bai Lingmiao was positive that they were the Immortal families. They appeared to be from the Bei family, because of her emotions that they had just absorbed.

“I’m already dead, so what more do you want from me?” asked Bai Lingmiao as she attempted to move right through them, only to be bounced back and end up face-to-face with her suspended body hanging from the rope.

As she looked at her current self, she noticed a drastic change. The originally pink eyes had been completely replaced by a red pair of long and menacing beast-like eyes. Even more peculiar was the fact that her own face also had several cracks, revealing several beast-like eyes staring right back at her.

At that moment, Bai Lingmiao saw herself raising her nail-covered hand and aggressively clutching at her own head as she opened her mouth to swallow herself whole. At the same time, flipping snake scales pierced through Bai Lingmiao’s skin, effortlessly cutting through the tightly stretched rope.

Bai Lingmiao fell heavily to the ground. However, even before she could recover, an intense pain erupted from the depths of her brain, causing her to scream while holding her head. The pain was excruciating, completely unlike anything she had ever experienced before.

Immediately after that, a number “two” appeared in Bai Lingmiao’s mind.

This was the number of tasks she had to do for the month. If she couldn’t complete it, then she would have to figure out the consequences on her own. It could also be foreseen that this number would only gradually increase in the future.

Bai Lingmiao felt her bruised neck as she hopelessly looked up at the pitch-black beams above.

Ever since the day she became a Shaman, she knew that her life no longer belonged to her. Even death was not an option.

Her previous experiences had made her really pleased because she was able to help Senior Li. However, the Immortal families had finally exposed their true colors this time around.

Bai Lingmiao recalled what Li Zhi had said before he died.

It was too suffocating to be a Shaman, and he wouldn’t even want to be reincarnated as one[1].

At this moment, she finally understood the meaning behind his words. As a Shaman, she was nothing but a slave to those Immortals, devoid of any freedom.

“Wu wu wu...” Bai Lingmiao covered her face with both hands as she crouched within the pitch-black ancestral hall and started sobbing uncontrollably. Her cries echoed continuously within the hall.

With nothing to do, he sat inside the room, a little confused. What should he do next?

“What else can we do? Let’s celebrate the festival. Besides welcoming the New Year, I love the Mid-Autumn Festival the most,” said Monk.

“Celebrate? With whom?” asked Li Huowang.

“With us,” Hong Zhong chimed in.

Hearing this, Li Huowang glanced at the four illusions in front of him. Then, he walked over to the window, and whistled toward the stable where Bun was guarding the carriage, causing it to bark happily as it rushed over while wagging its tongue.

Then, he summoned the waiter to book a feast from the kitchen before requesting for it to be delivered to their room.

Once the adequate amount of silver had been handed over, the table was filled with a variety of delicacies made with chicken, duck, fish, and meat. After Li Huowang watched Bun devour the food under the table, he too picked up his chopsticks and began to eat.

The chicken tasted quite good, but Li Huowang always felt that it lacked flavor. He picked up a ceramic pot filled with wine and poured a large mouthful directly into his mouth. Overwhelmed by the alcohol, he gradually became drunk. In a tipsy state, Li Huowang raised his wine cup. As he swayed, he toasted the full moon in the sky. “I would have much preferred the time when we were cooking noodles out in the wild. That had much more flavor compared to this.”

“Daddy?”

“Yeah! Son!” Li Huowang kicked Bun with his foot. “The three of us are celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival!”

Li Huowang fell asleep at some point. When he woke up again, he saw Bun crouching in front of him. It was snarling and growling as it faced the black tentacles that were emerging from within his body.

Seeing this, Li Huowang curved his fingers and flicked the tentacle, causing it to instantly retract back into his belly.

Can the Black Taisui come out on its own now?

This might be bad news, but Li Huowang didn’t really care about it right now.

“Go down and watch the carriage.” As Li Huowang pointed toward the door, Bun slinked away with its tail between its legs.

After Li Huowang sat up, he once again picked up his chopsticks as he started eating the now cold feast on the table.

After eating and drinking to his heart’s content, Li Huowang sat by the window and took out a book, this time opting for a much more advanced one.

“...The sword is named Giant Que, the pearl is called Night Light. Exquisite fruits like plum and pear, rich vegetables like mustard and ginger. The sea is salty, the river is fresh, scales dive, feathers soar...”

As he continued to recite, Li Huowang felt a vague echo in his ears. At first, it was chaotic, but gradually, it started becoming clearer.

“...Singing and music are highly esteemed, humble rites distinguish between honor and inferiority. Harmony between the upper and lower, husband sings, and the wife follows...”

1. This happened back in C66, for anyone who wants a refresher. ?