Chapter 1248 - 1249: Scared to Death

Chapter 1248 -1249: Scared to Death

Exhausting every ounce of strength, Song Xiaodong finally made it to the shore, dragging himself onto solid ground, panting heavily as if he had used up all his energy.

Qingluan, who wasn’t heavy in normal circumstances, was now making it difficult for Song Xiaodong to breathe.

“Get off, you’re going to crush me. Why are you so heavy?” Song Xiaodong exclaimed in frustration.

However, Qingluan didn’t react at all. Her arms were still wrapped around him like iron chains.

Feeling helpless, Song Xiaodong struggled to turn over, pushing Qingluan onto her back, gulping in air, finally feeling a bit of relief.

After a few minutes, Song Xiaodong noticed Qingluan still had a heartbeat; she was obviously not dead. The realization sent his heart racing—if this little Demoness woke up first, that would be big trouble for him.

In haste, he began to channel his True Qi, hoping to recover a bit before Qingluan awoke. Whether he needed to defeat the girl or run away, having some strength would be beneficial.

After more than ten minutes, Song Xiaodong recovered some of his True Qi and cautiously pried open Qingluan’s arms.

As soon as her body touched solid ground, Qingluan’s grip loosened slightly, allowing Song Xiaodong to finally escape her control.

Sitting up quickly, Song Xiaodong raised his palm to strike Qingluan’s head.

Even though his True Qi wasn’t in top condition, such a strike would certainly bring an end to her life.

Yet, just as Song Xiaodong’s palm was about to descend on Qingluan’s head, he hesitated and didn’t finish the strike.

Qingluan lay there, like a sleeping beauty, resembling an Angel, completely devoid of the terror she usually inspired. It was difficult to summon the heart to kill such a girl.

Besides, Song Xiaodong was a man; attacking someone without any means to resist didn’t sit well with him internally.

After some hesitation, Song Xiaodong pulled out a handful of silver needles from his belongings and started to prick them into Qingluan’s body.

After about ten minutes, Song Xiaodong finally finished.

He had sealed Qingluan’s meridians, Dantian, and all her major acupoints with Restrictions, ensuring that even if she woke up, she couldn’t channel her True Qi and pose any threat to him.

“Damn, she’s truly a Demoness,” Song Xiaodong said after completing this task, wiping the sweat off his forehead.

It wasn’t just the task that was exhausting; Qingluan’s clothes were drenched from the water, turning her silk dress almost transparent, clinging tightly to her body.

This barely concealed sight of her enchanting figure was extremely attractive to Song Xiaodong, a man, causing him to lose focus several times, almost making him insert the needles into the wrong acupoints.

“She doesn’t even wear a bra…” Song Xiaodong said disdainfully, yet couldn’t help but admire inwardly—without a bra, yet still looking so full and shapely, she truly had it.

Shaking his head, this was no time for such thoughts. Closing his eyes, he began to heal and recover his True Qi.

Over an hour later, Song Xiaodong opened his eyes, having recovered about half of his True Qi, with his injuries not as severe.

He didn’t continue his recovery because he heard movement from Qingluan.

“Where are we?” Qingluan asked, her body unable to move, so she could only speak.

Gazing at Qingluan, a thought suddenly struck Song Xiaodong—this woman had chased him relentlessly. Not taking the chance to tease her would be doing himself a disservice.

With a snort, Song Xiaodong replied, “Where are we? We’re already dead.”

Qingluan froze for a moment and then slowly said, “Dead? Turns out death isn’t that scary after all.”

“It’s indeed not scary right now because we just died, so our souls are still here, yet to go to the Underworld. Wait till Ox-Head and Horse-Face come to collect us, then you’ll know how terrifying it is.”

Qingluan scoffed, “Hmph, so what? I’ll just kill them with a slap.”

Song Xiaodong chuckled lightly, “Ha, you think your Kung Fu still works? Can you even move now?”

“Ah… why can’t I move?” Qingluan furrowed her brow.

“Who knows? I’ve never died before. Maybe it’s because you did too many bad things, so you’re getting this kind of treatment. But I can move at will,” Song Xiaodong said as he stood up, walking a few steps.

Qingluan said, “I’ve never done any bad deeds. Killing you is my first task since I left the Sect.”

“Damn, are you serious? I’m that unlucky?” Song Xiaodong frowned deeply.

“Of course, do you think just anyone is worth the effort of a Princess from the Dark Night Sect? You should feel honored,” Qingluan replied.

Song Xiaodong rolled his eyes, then sat down, looking down at Qingluan, and said, “Honored? Do you know how you died?”

“I… I didn’t drown?” Qingluan asked, her brows furrowed, looking at Song Xiaodong in confusion.

“You wish. You did drown originally, but unfortunately, there was a Water Python in this swamp. It found you and, seeing your tender skin, decided to eat you.”

“Ah… that’s impossible!” Qingluan’s face turned ashen, her eyes filled with terror.

Seeing Qingluan utterly terrified, Song Xiaodong felt a sense of satisfaction and immediately put on a stern face, “I could have escaped, but I was also caught by the Water Python. The worst part was, I was eaten by the same Water Python that ate you. Our bodies are probably still undigested inside that python.”

“Ah, no, I don’t want to die like this… it’s too disgusting,” Qingluan cried in horror, sounding pitiful, like a scared little girl rather than a lethal Dark Night Sect Princess.

“Water pythons have powerful digestive systems. In a few days, we’ll be nothing but bones. It’s depressing if you think about it. After all the fighting, we ended up as digested mush together, tangled and indistinguishable,” Song Xiaodong lamented.

“Stop it, please stop talking, I beg you,” Qingluan pleaded, her voice filled with despair and tears.

Seeing Qingluan so scared, Song Xiaodong felt an overwhelming sense of triumph, eventually unable to suppress his laughter, bursting into a hearty, victorious laugh.

Confused by Song Xiaodong’s laughter, Qingluan suddenly glared at him and snapped, “You’re lying! We’re not dead at all!”