Chapter 150: The voice that pierced [her] heart (3)
A strong gust blew over her ears. Ruan Qiuqiu instinctively used her spear to block the attack. Qing Ruyi failed to land a blow on Ruan Qiuqiu’s legs, but one of her willow branches scraped against Ruan Qiuqiu’s injured cheek, leaving a bloody mark as well as fiend energy.
Qing Ruyi curved her eyes. Although she was surprised that Ruan Qiuqiu was able to block an attack from her, she didn’t think she could resist against the fiend energy that she had hidden in the willow branches. She pulled the willow branches back and didn’t plan on attacking again.
However, she was mistaken. It was true that other humans couldn’t resist an attack from fiend energy, but Ruan Qiuqiu had special spiritual energy. Qing Ruyi’s fiend energy was inferior to Mr. Gray Wolf’s, and it didn’t take long for Ruan Qiuqiu to scatter it.
Finding out that her attacker was a powerful fiend, Ruan Qiuqiu felt scared, but she forced herself to calm down.
Mr. Gray Wolf was seriously injured and Grandpa Mo’s family was up ahead. She didn’t want to leave a dangerous person to either side.
Although her ability was weak, she wasn’t without the ability to resist. If she was the target of the fiend, then she had to do her best to lead this fiend to the Fire Wolf Tribe’s territory before she was killed by it. If she did that, she might have a glimmer of hope to survive.
Many thoughts crossed her mind in a short duration. Ruan Qiuqiu pretended to be injured while tightening her grip on the spear. When the fiend got close enough, Ruan Qiuqiu immediately stabbed the spear behind her. She felt the spear stabbing into something.
Ruan Qiuqiu’s eyes brightened. She wanted to pull out the spear and run, but she was shocked when she saw the person behind her. It was a gentle-looking female humanoid that looked a bit older than her.
As for thinking that she succeeded in stabbing the fiend behind her, she had been wrong. The spear was just entangled by willow branches.
Ruan Qiuqiu bit her lip. Having no other choice, she let go of the spear, quickly rolled to the side, and took out a bone knife for her animal skin backpack. “Are you… a fiend?”
Qing Ruyi’s eyes were full of admiration. Still, she didn’t intend to talk to her. She changed her arm into a willow branch, tossed away the spear – that Ruan Qiuqiu greatly cherished because the spearhead was something Mr. Gray Wolf had worked hard to hunt and bring back, and stretched out her willow branches to attack.
Seeing the willow branches coming towards her, Ruan Qiuqiu gritted her teeth. She gripped the bone knife and planned to fight to the death.
“Big Sister Qiuqiu?” Just as the willow branches were about to pierce Ruan Qiuqiu’s eyes, a crisp child’s voice suddenly sounded from afar. It was accompanied by the sound of messy footsteps in the snow. “Grandpa, Big Sister Qiuqiu came.”
It was Little Yu.
Ruan Qiuqiu felt as if her heart had stopped beating. Taking advantage of the fiend’s momentary surprise, she dodged to the side and shouted, “Don’t come here! There’s danger! Run away!”
Qing Ruyi raised her eyes. Just as she was about to wave her willow branches, the wind brought the sound of a strange yet familiar gentle voice to her ears.
“What’s wrong? Where’s the danger? Is it those demons from the Fire Wolf Tribe? Grandpa will beat them away.”
It had been 23 years since they had last met. The icy wind brought the voice that pierced Qing Ruyi’s heart. Even though that voice had been engraved by the vicissitudes of life and helplessness of the past decades, it still stopped her in her tracks.