novelraw Chapter 70 Why should we believe?
Chapter 70 Why should we believe?
Chapter 70 Why should we believe?
"I just want to know the truth."
Bibi Dong remained unmoved and continued to press, "Why did you say that Qian Renxue would kill you? And why did you say that I would stand by and watch?"
"Aren't we already soulmates? We're in this together. Even if I wanted to stand by and watch, I have to consider my own safety. If you die, I won't live either."
"So, where do your fears come from?"
"ha!"
Nan Feng was so angry he laughed.
He stood up and paced back and forth by the fire, pointing at Bibi Dong's nose: "Where did you come from? You really want to know?"
"Okay! I'll tell you then!"
"Don't forget how Qian Xunji died! That was her own father! We killed him together!"
"If Qian Renxue grows up in the future and learns the truth—that her beloved father was killed by her beloved mother and a monster—what do you think she will do?"
"Kill your own mother? How could she do that? Blood is thicker than water! She still has feelings for you, she still longs for you!"
"Where could she vent all her hatred and anger?"
Nan Feng patted his chest abruptly: "Of course it's me! Me, this tainted, despicable accomplice! Me, this monster who possessed her mother's body!"
"Kill me, and you can avenge your father's death and free her mother from the monster's control! What a perfect revenge scenario! If you were in her shoes, what would you choose?!"
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"As for soul fusion—"
Nan Feng scoffed, his eyes full of mockery: "You don't really think that such mortal power can restrain a god, do you?"
"Gods are beings that transcend rules! The current soul blood pact can indeed bind us together, but that's because we're still within the realm of mortals!"
"What if Qian Renxue becomes a god in the future? What if you become a god in the future?"
"You can't even imagine how terrifying the power of God is!"
"What if she uses her angelic power to forcibly separate us? Or even—what if she enlists the help of other deities?"
"Can you guarantee this lousy contract will still be valid? Can you guarantee that you won't sell me out to protect yourself, or even for the sake of some so-called mother-daughter reconciliation?"
Nan Feng became increasingly agitated as he spoke, "You think I'm confident of victory? You think I have it all figured out?"
"Stop messing around, okay?!"
"I'm gambling too! I'm bluffing too! I'm walking a tightrope every single day!"
"I don't even know if those gods can actually break this damned soul blood pact, but I know there's a high probability they can! If gods can't even do this much, what kind of gods are they?!"
"I originally thought that after doing so much to help you consolidate your position, suppress the Hall of Offerings, and deal with the Haotian Sect, you would at least believe me a little."
"And the result?"
"I'm doing everything I can to think of you, paving the way for you!"
"And what about you?"
"You're still thinking about how to kill me!"
"You're threatening me!"
"And now you actually have the nerve to ask me?"
"Fine! I told you! You knew everything?"
"Then what?!"
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The flames were still flickering, making crackling sounds, and the occasional sparks that flew to the ground were gone in an instant.
Bibi Dong sat quietly on the stool, still holding the chopsticks in her hand, but the piece of meat she was holding between the tips of the chopsticks had gone cold.
Faced with Nan Feng's desperate accusations and those bloodshot eyes filled with anger and disappointment, she remained silent.
She did indeed feel it through that strange connection deep within her soul.
The anger was like a raging fire, the fear like a pool of icy water, and the resentment of not being trusted, like needles pricking her, traveled clearly through the veins of her soul to the sea of her spirit.
It's true.
It was so real it made her heart tremble, so real it almost made her believe that the man in front of her was truly desperate, truly thinking of her wholeheartedly, and truly a "good person" she had let down.
but.
Bibi Dong's purple eyes narrowed slightly, and the slight ripple that had just appeared in the depths of her eyes was instantly frozen into ice by absolute rationality.
Believe?
Why should we believe it?
What is the basis for this so-called "realism," this spiritual resonance?
It's that damned "soul blood pact".
And who came up with this contract?
It's Nanfeng.
His understanding of the contract far surpasses hers, and his mastery of the rules of the soul is something she can only dream of.
If that's the case, who can guarantee that this "perception" wasn't fabricated by him?
Who can guarantee that he wasn't using some means she couldn't understand to deliberately project this emotion called "sincerity" onto her, in order to interfere with her judgment and break down her psychological defenses?
Bibi Dong hadn't forgotten that this bastard had a criminal record.
In the beginning, to put her at ease and to make her accept his existence, he deliberately created a false impression, making her believe that as long as she used the power of the Soul-Devouring Spider King, she could forcibly take back control of her body at any time, so that she would feel that the situation was still under control.
The results of it?
That's fake.
That was just bait he used to lull her into a false sense of security.
In fact, if he wanted to, he could take her body away at any time and even control her completely.
That was a perfect scam.
So what about now?
Could this heart-wrenching outburst, this deeply moving confession, be a second instance of "deception"?
If she truly believed him, if she truly softened because of this "empathy," if she truly let down her guard against him, and truly regarded him as someone she could rely on—
Will he take advantage of this and, at some crucial moment in the future, betray her again?
First, they stole her Death Spider Emperor Martial Soul.
Then he forcibly took over half of her soul.
what's next?
What does he want?
Her body?
Her divine status?
Or is it all of her?
Bibi Dong's hand holding the chopsticks tightened slightly, her knuckles turning white.
She didn't dare to gamble.
She can't afford to lose anymore.
In this dog-eat-dog world, even human nature is unreliable and untrustworthy; even the closest relatives can betray you, let alone—
The thing in front of me isn't even a person.
He is a beast.
It is the Death Spider King, a creature that has lived for 100,000 years, is treacherous and cunning, and is infamous throughout the world of soul beasts.
He wears human skin and speaks human language, but deep down he still has a cold-blooded beastly nature.
Animals are driven by instinct, concerned only with survival and self-interest, devoid of loyalty or morality.
He's helping her now because it's good for him to be alive.
If one day, selling her would allow him to live a better life, or even make him a god—
That old spider would definitely tear her to pieces and swallow her whole without hesitation!
Having figured all this out, the slight wavering in Bibi Dong's eyes completely disappeared.
She slowly put the now-cold mutton into her mouth, chewed it expressionlessly, and swallowed.
Then, she raised her head, meeting Nan Feng's expectant yet furious gaze, pulled out a handkerchief to wipe her mouth, and spoke in a cold voice as if nothing had happened: "Finished?"
—"
"Is this your answer?" Nan Feng asked.
"Otherwise what?"
Bibi Dong threw the handkerchief into the fire, watching it instantly turn to ashes: "Nan Feng, you said it yourself, you're gambling, you're walking a tightrope."
"Since you're a gambler, you should be prepared to accept the consequences of your bets."
"Your so-called consideration for me is ultimately just about saving your own life. Since it's a mutually beneficial arrangement, don't try to portray yourself as so noble."
Bibi Dong stood up and looked down at him: "As for trust—"
"That kind of luxury died out after I experienced that night."
"Stop trying to test my limits with such a low-level self-inflicted injury tactic."
After saying that, Bibi Dong didn't look at Nan Feng again, turned around and walked towards the palace, her voice carried on the night breeze: "After you finish eating, clean up the courtyard."
"Don't let me see even a speck of oil tomorrow morning."
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"7
In the courtyard, the campfire gradually died down, leaving only a few wisps of smoke rising in the night breeze.
Nan Feng sat on the small stool, still holding chopsticks in his hand, staring motionlessly at the tightly closed palace door, as if hoping it would open again.
Unfortunately, no.
"Am I really that untrustworthy? —"
Nan Feng sighed, without uttering any unnecessary words or venting his emotions.
Purple soul power swept across the ravaged ground, instantly corroding and decomposing the extinguished charcoal, scattered bones, residual oil stains, and even the tempting smell of roasted meat in the air, all turning into nothingness.
In just a few breaths.
The once lively courtyard has reverted to its former state as a cold, desolate, and lifeless violet garden.
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