Berserk God of War
Chapter 210 - 210 210 The Body Gone

210: Chapter 210: The Body, Gone 210: Chapter 210: The Body, Gone Sikong Jing’s voice rolled out to the people around him, each of them screaming, “Ajing, we were wrong, spare us.”

Thump, thump, thump…

It was of no use, his sister was Sikong Jing’s heart.

The thing he regretted most in his life was not being able to get the money sooner to treat his sister’s illness.

Those who dared touch Ling’er would all have to die.

The blood of everyone present turned into a mist, settling around Sikong Ling’s gravesite and forming a pitiful red.

Sikong Jing trembled all over, overwhelmed with guilt for his sister’s disturbed spirit.

Su Yuexi tightly held his hand, transmitting warmth silently, comforting her husband.

Finally, Sikong Jing gradually calmed down and spoke hoarsely.

“Back then, although I had joined the Great Shang Army, the money I earned was only enough to afford a small mound,” he said.

“After achieving some success in the army, the first thing I did was to come back and build a more beautiful gravesite for Ling’er, and even planted her favorite Ice Burning Flowers.

I believe Ling’er would have been very happy,” he added.

“But all of it couldn’t withstand these malicious hearts.”

Su Yuexi listened quietly, knowing that Brother Jing needed someone to talk to at that moment.

With a long sigh, Sikong Jing turned and walked toward the gravestone.

Looking at the coffin that had been dug up at one corner, he murmured, “Ling’er, it’s Brother’s fault, making you suffer even in death.”

“Now Brother will take you to a place where nobody can disturb you, a beautiful place called Ru Yun Mountain.”

Heart trembling, Su Yuexi knew that Brother Jing was planning to take Sikong Ling’s corpse to Yunzhou.

But would there be enough time?

In just three days, the Divine Spaceship of the Long Night Empire would depart.

Yet Su Yuexi still said nothing, not caring even if they didn’t go to the Long Night Empire.

Because Sikong Ling was Brother Jing’s most beloved sister.

“Ru Yun Mountain is your sister-in-law’s and my favorite place, you’ll definitely like it too,” he said.

With this, Sikong Jing slowly started digging the mound with his hands until the intact coffin appeared before him.

All of a sudden, he exclaimed, “Why is it so cold?”

As he spoke, he hastily touched the coffin, and instantly, overwhelming coldness surged through him.

This coffin, the Iron Cold Wood Coffin, had been crafted for his sister after he had achieved some success, but it shouldn’t be this cold.

Without thinking, Sikong Jing forcefully pushed open the thick wooden coffin.

Inside was an even smaller coffin.

This was the one Sikong Jing had initially bought for his sister with the money from joining the Great Shang Army.

But now it was completely frozen.

Sikong Jing, puzzled, forcefully opened the smaller coffin.

Thud, thud, thud…

Upon seeing the contents of the coffin, Sikong Jing instinctively stepped back several times, his face filled with shock and anger.

Su Yuexi quickly rushed over and asked, “Brother Jing, what’s wrong?”

“Ling’er’s body is gone,” Sikong Jing said with a voice trembling in madness.

In the coffin, there was no body or even a trace of a body; his sister Sikong Ling’s corpse had been stolen.

Sikong Jing went mad, Beast Blood surged upward, and a furious aura swept around him.

But then, he saw a string of ice blue beads in the corner of the coffin, fashioned in the shape of Ice Burning Flowers.

The coldness was emanating from the beads, his sister’s little treasure.

It was a gift from their mother before she left.

Suddenly, Sikong Jing madly rushed into the coffin, grabbing the beads in his hand, the icy coldness biting to the bone, but the beads were not any treasure at all; he had seen his mother carve them from ordinary seashells.

All at once, Sikong Jing froze again.

In the coffin, there were tiny characters, unmistakably written by his sister.

Their crooked and slanting nature was something he would never forget, for he had taught her how to write hand by hand.

“Brother, Ling’er is not dead.

An auntie said she would take me to the Long Night Empire.

I don’t know what that place is; I was crying and asked her to take me to see you, but she refused.”

“Finally, under my persistent pleading, she agreed to give Brother a hint and let me carve words into the coffin.”

“She said if Brother couldn’t find the words inside the coffin, it meant we were not destined to see each other in this life.

So, Ling’er, while she wasn’t paying attention, strung the Cold Pearl treasure she gave me into my bracelet.”

“The Cold Pearl is very cold, just like Ling’er’s coffin must be.

Brother, you must discover it!”

“Ling’er, will always wait for you.”

The writing ended there, and Sikong Jing quickly looked at his bracelet.

Indeed, there was a distinct bead, emitting an icy chill.

At this moment, Sikong Jing’s face was filled with shocked suspicion.

Who was the person who suddenly cured Ling’er, and why did they take her away?

Long Night Empire?

Was it a powerful being from the Long Night Empire just passing through the Canglong Domain?

“Hiss hiss…”

Suddenly, a strange hissing sound arose beside Sikong Jing’s ear.

A terrifying icy chill emanated from the ground, freezing Sikong Jing to his core.

The next instant, with a bang…a blue-ice object shot out from not far away.

Sikong Jing’s gaze solidified on this object; it was a snake, a blue-ice snake, flicking its tongue, and its aura surpassed the Transcendent, identifying it as a terrifying demon beast beyond the Transcendent Realm.

He instinctively looked at his bracelet—could it be attracted by the Cold Pearl treasure left by Ling’er?

No, it couldn’t be…

If it had come for the Cold Pearl, the dual-layered coffin would not have been able to stop it, so why did it suddenly appear?

“Little girl’s brother, you have finally discovered it.”

Suddenly, the blue-ice snake spoke human language, its voice chilling to the bone.

Sikong Jing’s pupils contracted violently.

Could this snake have reached the realm where it could speak?

“Don’t be surprised, this Cold Snake hasn’t reached the level of human speech.

It’s a sliver of consciousness I left in the Cold Snake, waiting just for you,” the icy voice sounded again.

Sikong Jing was again shocked, asking in a low voice, “Was it you who cured my sister and also took her to the Long Night Empire?”

His heart was pounding.

Could it be here to lead him to find Ling’er?

Unfortunately, the Cold Snake was only a sliver of consciousness and could not converse fluently with Sikong Jing.

“The little girl is very naive; she thought I hadn’t noticed the Cold Pearl.

Even if I hadn’t, it was written on the coffin.”

Sikong Jing was stunned again and stared at the coffin, chuckling bitterly.

Ling’er clearly wrote, “While she wasn’t paying attention, I strung the Cold Pearl on the bracelet”; of course, it would be noticed.

But how could his eight-year-old sister not be naive?

“By leaving the Cold Pearl and this Cold Snake, I intended to kill you, the brother.

Since she became my disciple, the little girl should have no attachments, no emotions.”

“After your death, I will immediately receive the news, and then I will allow your sister to come back to the Canglong Domain to find you,” said the Cold Snake.

After speaking, the Cold Snake suddenly lunged at Sikong Jing.

Sikong Jing’s eyes flashed coldly as he quickly retreated to Su Yuexi’s side, hurriedly throwing her to a safer distance, shouting, “Yuexi, run far away, this snake is beyond the Transcendent Realm!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the Cold Snake attacked again, and Sikong Jing drew his sword to defend.

With a whoosh, he was sent flying.

But Sikong Jing swiftly regained his composure upon landing, then he charged in the opposite direction of Su Yuexi, his inner coldness seeping into his heart, pressing out dense True Qi from his Dantian.

The sword in his hand darkened gradually, the Long Night Black Burning Sword was continuously brewing.