PFC Chapter 176 This feeling... is not bad.
Chapter 176 This feeling... is not bad.
Seeing that Si Jingnian's expression had eased, the doctor secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that his life had finally been saved.
He carefully raised his hand and gently wiped away the fine beads of sweat that kept seeping from his forehead, as if those beads were precious pearls.
With a slight movement, his breathing gradually calmed down. After catching his breath, he continued speaking:
"Young Marshal, there's something I have to say... Your wife's health is truly worrying! She's very weak right now and needs careful recuperation. We need to give her plenty of nutritious food to strengthen her constitution. Alas, her physical condition is just too poor."
As the doctor spoke, he shook his head helplessly, sighing inwardly and worrying that Si Jingnian would get angry and cause him trouble.
The doctor believed that Shen Qingyao's weakness was simply due to excessive blood loss, but in reality, only Shen Qingyao herself knew that it was all caused by the mysterious and unpredictable divine punishment.
Si Jingnian, who was standing to the side, was completely unaware of this. Hearing the doctor's instructions, he dared not be negligent in the slightest and focused intently on memorizing every word.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the ward, Shen Qingyao was so angry she was almost going crazy.
Just now, she suddenly lost consciousness without warning. When she regained consciousness, she was shocked to find that she had once again been pulled into her sea of consciousness by that hateful God of Bliss.
She turned around abruptly and immediately saw the enormous statue of the God of Bliss staring intently at her, its eyes filled with eager anticipation, as if it were ready to launch a new attack or possess her at any moment.
"Shen Qingyao, we meet again! Hahahaha..."
The sinister yet alluring laughter of the God of Bliss echoed in the empty space, sending chills down one's spine.
"Have you thought about your answer this time? As long as you obediently hand over your body to me, you can gain immortality with me and enjoy the devout offerings of the world and endless happiness and joy. Why not do something so wonderful?"
As the God of Bliss spoke, wisps of chilling aura continuously emanated from his massive body, like nimble venomous snakes, quickly coiling around Shen Qingyao.
These yin energies exuded a bone-chilling cold, as if they could erode one's soul.
However, faced with this terrifying scene, Shen Qingyao merely glanced coldly at the yin energy surrounding her. Her beautiful eyes showed no fear whatsoever, but rather a strong sense of mockery and a bone-chilling coldness.
“God of Bliss, to be honest, I’m quite curious. Since you’re so eager to possess my body, why don’t you just take over my body directly? Instead, you go to great lengths to bewitch me, trying to make me willingly relinquish control of my body.”
After a pause, Shen Qingyao continued:
"Or perhaps they repeatedly tried to overwhelm my reason with killing and violence, inciting me to kill with my own hands. What is the real reason behind this?"
Shen Qingyao stared intently at the enormous statue of the God of Bliss, meeting his gaze without flinching.
Her gaze was as fiery and sharp as a burning flame, and her clear, melodious voice carried a clear hint of provocation and mockery.
In fact, after several encounters with the God of Bliss over this period of time, Shen Qingyao already had a general idea in her mind.
Presumably, this seemingly incomparably powerful God of Bliss has had his divine power greatly weakened due to some special reason, making it impossible for him to directly possess her.
Therefore, the God of Bliss adopted such roundabout methods, attempting to force her to voluntarily relinquish control over her body through constant bewitching and inducement.
The reason he kept trying to overwhelm her sanity with killing and violence, making her kill, was probably to weaken her cultivation and, incidentally, absorb other people's souls to gain power while she was taking lives.
It was this conjecture that made Shen Qingyao slightly less wary of the mysterious and fearsome God of Bliss.
The God of Bliss clearly hadn't expected that Shen Qingyao would dare to ask him such a bold question, and judging from her expression, she had probably already guessed part of the reason.
"You scoundrels, then I, the god, will show you the consequences of disobeying me!"
In an instant, the faint Yin energy surrounding the God of Bliss surged forth like water bursting its banks, becoming increasingly unrestrained and rampant.
The yin energy seemed to transform into a gigantic, ferocious monster, baring its fangs and claws as it lunged at Shen Qingyao with such overwhelming force that it sent chills down one's spine.
At this moment, the God of Bliss seemed to be strongly stimulated by Shen Qingyao's words, completely losing his usual calmness and composure. He seemed to have fallen into a state of madness, displaying a terrifying posture of recklessness.
His expression suggested that even if it meant perishing together with Shen Qingyao, he was determined to kill her.
Despite the fierce attack, Shen Qingyao showed no sign of panic.
Instead, she unexpectedly sat down on the spot, motionless like a statue, and then slowly closed her eyes, calmly letting the continuous stream of yin energy envelop her layer by layer.
However, at that moment, Shen Qingyao spoke slowly and deliberately:
"God of Bliss, why don't you guess, if you really succeed in possessing someone, will someone pull the trigger without hesitation the next moment and end my life here?"
Before the Goddess of Bliss could answer, Shen Qingyao continued, asking and answering her own question:
"At that time, you will also suffer the same tragic fate as me, with your soul scattered and your spirit destroyed."
Although her voice was not loud, her tone did not contain the slightest fear or apprehension of death; on the contrary, it subtly revealed a sense of eager excitement.
Shen Qingyao had no intention of getting an answer from the Goddess of Bliss. Her cold voice once again emanated from the dark yin energy.
"I don't really care. After all, human lifespan is only a few decades compared to the vastness of time. Now, I've lived for over twenty years, so when I think about it, I haven't really lost out too much."
"What's more, to be able to accompany the renowned and awe-inspiring God of Bliss at this moment is truly beyond my expectations! To be honest, I'm actually quite looking forward to it."
"In the future, when people mention the God of Bliss, they will probably mention the name Shen Qingyao as well, right? In this way, I, Shen Qingyao, will be closely connected with the God of Bliss. This feeling... seems pretty good!"
As she finished speaking, Shen Qingyao's tone unconsciously rose, even revealing an undisguised excitement.
As if she were experiencing the ending that was about to come, Shen Qingyao felt extremely satisfied and happy from the bottom of her heart.
The God of Bliss clearly heard every word of these words.
The dense, impenetrable Yin energy that had surrounded Shen Qingyao began to recede slowly like a tide, and was gradually drawn back into her body by the God of Bliss.
As the yin energy gradually dissipated, Shen Qingyao's aloof and elegant figure was finally revealed in its entirety to the God of Bliss once again.
Shen Qingyao remained seated there, motionless like an iceberg. She merely raised her eyelids slightly, glancing at the God of Bliss with a mocking look. A half-smile played on her lips, making it difficult to discern her true thoughts.