Journey to the End of the Night
Chapter 138 - 138 137 Death Is Not to Be Feared

138: Chapter 137: Death Is Not to Be Feared 138: Chapter 137: Death Is Not to Be Feared The sound of rain mixed with the clang of swords, creating an eerie yet beautiful symphony in the tranquil mountains and forests.

The halted steps continued forward.

White boots trampled on mud and sand, leaving behind a trail of footprints from the darkness.

In the darkness, only a pair of bright eyes struck by the heavy rain seemed somewhat bleak.

Beyond the coldness, for some reason, there was also an inexplicable sorrow and grievance.

The white-clad woman in the rain slowly crouched down, her slender white fingertips gently brushing over a wet lock of hair on Baili An’s cheek.

Even though at this moment, for Baili An, there was a living person before him, yet he lacked the strength to feed.

The woman looked at him with an indiscernible gaze and didn’t continue for long, a sigh escaping her as she lifted him out of the muddy water to lean his back against a desolate rock.

Her slender fingertips slowly trailed over his brows, eyes, nose, and lips, as though she was etching his current appearance into her heart.

At last, her fingers, placed gently on his cold lips, were gradually pushed in, the sharp tusks piercing her fingertip.

The warm blood flowed into his mouth, like irrigation to a wilting life, revitalizing it slowly.

Baili An’s tightly furrowed brows trembled slightly, tasting the warm, familiar flavor in his mouth, and he finally regained a trace of strength.

He gently enveloped the slender, cold white finger, sucking and licking it like a puppy drinking milk.

The finger between his teeth trembled slightly, either from the ticklishness of the licking or some nervous emotion.

Baili An’s cold, empty body finally gained a hint of warmth.

He swallowed greedily, and though the blood was not much, it was surprisingly sweet.

Deep in his subconscious, he even felt its taste surpassed that of Lin Yuan’s by hundreds, even thousands of times.

It took only a little to stop the Corpse Pearl in his chest from cracking further, the effect was astonishing.

But no matter how fragrant and enticing the blood on his fingertips was, it was not enough to compensate for the void within his body.

Baili An weakly opened his eyes, with corpse demons’ unique ability to see in the dark also seemingly weakened to a great extent.

Through the layers of darkness, he could only see a blurred profile of her face, her perfectly curved jaw and the tense, slightly pursed lips.

He tilted his head, releasing the finger between his teeth, and managed to speak with difficulty through his blood-moistened throat, “Go…

go away…”

Direct blood drinking could assimilate her into becoming a corpse demon like him.

Despite his thirst, he had to suppress his instincts.

The woman’s voice floated through the darkness, “Without blood, you will die.”

Baili An’s blood-filled eyes closed weakly, a trace of sadness uncontrollably filling his pupils as he murmured, “I’m already dead…”

Although Baili An was inherently pure and gentle, deep within, he was as strong as iron, and he would not easily show a hint of weakness or sorrow before others.

Perhaps due to the intense cold and weakness of his body, he inadvertently released the despair and melancholy in his heart.

The woman saw his blood-filled eyes clearly.

The finger pricked by the tusk curled and trembled slightly.

Suddenly, a sound of a heavy object falling echoed in the dark.

It was the woman dropping her sword.

She freed her hands and tightly embraced Baili An as if reclaiming something lost.

The wind and rain between heaven and earth seemed to quieten in that instant.

Baili An couldn’t help but widen his eyes.

His cheek rested against the softness of her chest, and the chaotic, rapid heartbeat sounded powerful and clear to his ear.

It was like a discordant song, composing an endless torrent of profound emotions.

The woman’s slender arms tightened around Baili An’s head, with force as if she wanted to meld him into her bones, to bury him into her soul.

Baili An felt her kissing his damp hair, her voice trembling across the stormy clouds, “I’m sorry…

I searched for you for two hundred years, I didn’t know…

I truly didn’t realize you were…”

Baili An’s consciousness tangled into a mess, his rigid hands unsure where to rest.

Who was this woman?

Two hundred years?

Could she be someone who knew him?

His head began to hurt terribly again as if someone was brutally chiseling his skull, attempting to excavate the deepest hidden memories.

While the thirst for blood in his body did not dissipate, the pain in his Sea of Consciousness churned without cease.

As his consciousness scattered, a soft whimper escaped Baili An’s lips.

The woman’s tight embrace loosened slightly, yet she slowly sank down, her soft curves gently brushing his cheek.

Quickly, her slender neck replaced the original position, pressing close to his lips.

She said, “You must not be fearless of death.

It’s too cold, too long.

You may have seen the Netherworld waters, the Three-Life Stone, but once you step through the gates of the underworld, you’ll never be able to turn back to see the people you want to see.”

Baili An’s lips against her skin, his voice blurred, “The person I want to see?

Who is that?”

The woman’s voice carried a suppressed pain, hoarse, even remorseful, “Someone who could make you throw caution to the wind.”

Baili An fell into a long silence.

The woman’s cool voice gradually softened, “Drink my blood, let me take you away from this darkness.”

Baili An asked, “Who are…

you?”

The woman did not answer, her voice imploring, “Please, drink my blood.”

Baili An frowned, “You’ll become like me.”

The woman laughed lightly, her tone confident, “No, I won’t.”

If she were to share his darkness, then she would also have achieved her wish.

Baili An was not one for affectation, and sensing the confidence and certainty in her tone, he no longer suppressed his own desires.

He embraced her in return, and due to the extreme thirst for blood in his body, his movement was forceful, holding her tightly in his arms just as she had held him, his tusks tender with longing, piercing her skin.

The liquid warm as a spring gurgled in his throat with the sound ‘gulugulu’.

The blood contained an extremely magical aura and strength.

For Baili An, it was like the best Holy Medicine in the world, nourishing his soul.

He did not realize that as he swallowed, the cracks in the Corpse Pearl within his chest were autonomously and rapidly healing.

The Qi Sea within the transparent Corpse Pearl overflowed with Blood Energy, activating his innate Talent spontaneously, as red spider lilies began to bloom silently on his skin, exuding an aura of death.

Whereas the Yin Yang Tao Fish in the sea of his Dantian contrasted sharply, its vitality suddenly becoming incredibly abundant, spinning at an astounding speed!

The woman raised her head high, her snow-white, slender neck bending into a lovely arc, her bright eyes reflecting the dark world around.

It should have been a picture of utmost despair.

But in her eyes, there was a light, a fire.

That light, that fire, seemed like a glimmer of hope arising from the ashes of destruction.

Baili An was very disciplined in feeding, or rather, he was exceptionally good at restraining his own desires.

Once his body was out of danger, although the blood enticed his soul, he still stiffened his arms, slowly letting go of the woman.