Chapter 166 Yin Yang Dual Souls

  A group of mercenaries watched like fools as the crazy woman scratched her body wildly with her long nails, tearing deep wounds into her once delicate and fair skin, wounds that were so deep they could be seen bone.

  "Get out! Get out! I told you to get out!!"

  The woman screamed frantically, her hands scratching her body uncontrollably, a sight of madness and terror.

  "Hey, miss! What are you doing? Stop it!!"

  The leader of the mercenary group couldn't bear to watch and hurriedly ran forward to stop the crazy woman's self-destructive behavior.

  The woman suddenly looked up, her blood-red eyes fiercely staring at the mercenary leader.

  The leader gulped, feeling his entire body stiffen, as if he were being watched by a man-eating beast.

  "Miss, you..."

  The leader was about to speak when the crazy woman suddenly pounced, grabbing his head with one hand and driving her long nails directly into his skull.

  In the blink of an eye, the once lively mercenary leader turned into a mummy.

  "Ghost!! Ghosts!!!"

  The mercenaries, seeing their leader turned into a mummy by the woman, thought they had encountered something terrifying. They abandoned their carts and fled in all directions.

  But the crazy woman didn't seem to want to let them go.

  Her body flashed, appearing behind each mercenary one after another, grabbing their heads with a claw-like hand, turning them into mummies in the next moment.

  In a short time, all the mercenaries were dead.

  The crazy woman stood amidst a dozen corpses, her eyes blood red, her chest heaving violently. The chest that had been scratched beyond recognition was now bleeding stopped, and the deep wounds began to heal gradually.

  After a while, the woman stood still, her blood-red eyes gradually returning to their original color.

  She looked blankly at the corpses around her, then suddenly burst into tears, covering her face with her hands and squatting down, her sobbing echoing in the empty wilderness.

  "What should I do, what should I do? Damn it, she's out again!"

  After crying for a while, the woman's body began to shake violently. She stood up abruptly, her face twisting into a fierce and hideous expression, her eyes once again filling with blood.

  "No, no! Get out! Who let you out!"

  The woman screamed frantically, her body twisting uncontrollably.

  The woman cried out in pain and hurriedly took out a small wooden carving from her waist. She held the carving in front of her eyes, staring at it unblinkingly, and the frequency of her body shaking began to slow down. The redness in her eyes also began to fade away.

  After a while, the woman completely calmed down, plopping down on the ground, clutching the wooden carving tightly to her chest, tears streaming down her face.

  "What should I do, what should I do... I'm not a demoness, I'm Ku Luo, I'm not a demoness, I don't want to be a demoness!!!"

  "Old man!! It's you who made me like this!! I'll make sure you die a horrible death!!!"

  A piercing roar echoed across the empty field.

  Half a day later.

  A woman walked into the courtyard of a small inn.

  The woman was disheveled, looking extremely miserable, her upper body covered only by some tattered rags.

  "Wow! Look at her, she's so beautiful!!" someone exclaimed in admiration.

  "Yes... but it's a pity, she looks like a crazy woman," another person shook his head regretfully.

  The first speaker gave a sly smile, stroking his chin meaningfully and said, "A crazy woman is even better..."

  "Oh? What do you mean?"

  The two exchanged glances and both leered.

  The woman approached the counter, forcing a smile and asked the innkeeper, "Excuse me, have you seen a man who is thin, fair-skinned, and handsome? His surname is Han."

  The old innkeeper looked down, pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, sized up the miserable woman, and said, "I've seen him. He stayed here for a while, but he's already left."

  Upon hearing this, the woman was overjoyed and hurriedly asked, "Do you know where he went?"

  The old innkeeper thought for a moment and shook his head, "I'm not sure."

  The woman nodded disappointedly.

  "Then... could you please serve me a meal?" she asked.

  The old innkeeper sized her up again, puzzled, and said, "Miss, your clothes are so tattered, I'm afraid... you don't have the money to pay for the meal, do you?"

  The woman was taken aback, rummaged through her belongings, and smiled bitterly, "Yes, I've lost all my belongings."

  The old innkeeper nodded and said, "You look pitiful. Take some steamed buns with you."

  The woman quickly nodded in gratitude.

  "Please wait a moment."

  After a while, a waiter came running over with a plate of steamed buns.

  "Thank you, thank you."

  The woman gratefully took the steamed buns and bit into one fiercely, leaving several black marks on the bun with her dirty hand.

  The waiter's eyes greedily roamed over the woman's exposed skin beneath her tattered clothes.

  Noticing the waiter's gaze, the woman quickly turned her head and ran out of the inn.

  "What a pity, such a beautiful girl, how did she end up like this?" the old innkeeper sighed, watching the woman's retreating figure.

  "Let's follow her!"

  The two who had taken an interest in the woman exchanged a lecherous smile and got up to leave the inn.

  As the sun set, night enveloped the Borderland City.

  In the city, every household was brightly lit, and the joyful laughter of the citizens came from the windows.

  A couple, dressed warmly, held hands and whispered under the wall.

  As the night wind turned cold, a few cool breezes lifted the fallen leaves, which spun and drifted in the air.

  The woman walked alone on the desolate and lonely streets, her frail body trembling slightly, the night breeze causing her tattered clothes to flutter noisily.

  Amidst the thousands of lights, the light cast a long shadow in front of the woman.

  "Miss, come play with us," two sleazy guys suddenly jumped out from the shadows, leering as they approached the woman.

  "You, what do you want to do!? Stay back! Don't force me! Don't force me to kill!"

  "Haha, you say we can't come over, but we will, haha."

  The two guys laughed unrestrainedly, advancing to tear at the woman's clothes, their eyes revealing greedy looks.

  "Ahhh!"

  The woman screamed, her body trembling violently.

  Boom!

  With a soft sound, the woman's messy long hair suddenly stood on end. Her eyes were blood red, and her hands quickly grabbed the tops of the two guys' heads. The two instantly collapsed to the ground, turning into mummies.

  "No! No! Get out!"

  The woman hugged her head, rolling on the ground in pain, smashing her head violently against the wall.

  Thud thud... the sound of impacts continued.

  "No, no..."

  The woman frantically took out the wooden carving from her waist, desperately looking at it with her eyes.

  As her expression gradually softened, the madness began to fade.

  In the desolate night, the woman squatted in the corner, hugging the wooden carving tightly and crying silently.

  "You have a special constitution, born with dual souls, one yin and one yang, one evil and one good. Your yin soul will become stronger as your murderous intent increases, while your yang soul will weaken with murderous intent. To suppress the power of the yin soul, you must not indulge in emotions in this lifetime. As your desires diminish, so does your murderous intent. Once you indulge in emotions, murderous intent will follow. This is your fate; you cannot escape or break free from it.

  To suppress your yin soul, you must have a continuous supply of vitality. This vitality can come from yourself or be taken from others. But remember, the more vitality you absorb from others, the stronger your dual souls will become. When one day you cannot control your emotions and indulge, murderous intent will surge like an evil ghost. From then on, for every person you kill, your murderous intent will increase. At that time, your dual souls will begin to fight for control of your body. When the yin soul dominates, you will uncontrollably kill. At this time, your murderous intent will not appear. But when the yang soul dominates, you must not kill anyone, otherwise, murderous intent will arise!"

  The woman's mind gradually echoed the words someone had said to her many years ago.

  "How could this be... how could this be... my yin soul was already expelled from my body, how could this happen, it must be that old man! It must be him! He deceived me! He deceived me!!!!"

  The woman hugged her head in pain.

  On the street, a tall and sturdy figure appeared, gradually approaching the woman.

  "Are you alright?"

  The man had a handsome face with sharp features like a chisel.

  The woman hurriedly squeezed into the corner, but there was nowhere to retreat.

  The man smiled gently and said, "Don't be nervous, I mean no harm."

  Upon hearing this, the woman looked up at the man.

  The moment the man saw the woman's face, his heart thundered, as if something had heavily struck his heartstrings.

  "Hello, don't be afraid. Are you in any trouble?"

  The man's heart accelerated, and he quickly squatted down, taking out a set of clothes from behind and draping them over the woman.

  The woman quickly dodged.

  "Don't be afraid, sweetie..." The man spoke softly, afraid to startle the woman, gently placing the clothes on her shoulders.

  "Who are you?" the woman asked.

  The man smiled lightly and said, "My name is Li Chengfeng. What are you holding in your arms? Is it a wooden carving? Is it you in the carving?"

  The man asked softly.

  The woman hugged the wooden carving tightly to her chest in terror.

  Click.

  A soaked and somewhat tattered cigarette fell from the woman's body.

  "What's this?" The man curiously picked up the small roll.

  "Give it back!"

  The woman snatched the cigarette back.

  "Alright, I won't touch it. Are you hungry? Let me take you to eat?"

  The man looked at the woman's face, his gaze tender and affectionate.