Misery: There is a pawn shop here

Chapter 7 Crazy Man
"Stop killing for love, start killing for love."

Inside a pawnshop, candlelight flickered, and light and shadows danced eerily on the wall.

Li Xuanxiao wore a long robe of alternating black and white, his expression indifferent. His slender fingers gently stroked the teacup as he gazed at the strange, mirror-like scene. In the scene, Qingsha's face was filled with determination, holding the wooden box in his arms, his eyes filled with determination as he ran wildly towards the vast primeval forest, weaving through the weeds and rocks, as if determined to break through all obstacles.

"This is just the beginning of the deal..." Li Xuanxiao opened his thin lips slightly, his voice low and ethereal, as if coming from the distant sky, with a sense of seeing through everything, and as if hiding endless sighs.

His gaze was deep, and through the picture, he seemed to see a more distant future. This drama caused by love was just beginning at this moment.

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The vast primeval forest, nestled in the northern corner of the world, feels like a dark, forgotten place. Years without sunlight, the thick haze hangs heavy like a veil, pressing down on this ancient and mysterious land.

Miasma and thick fog intertwined with each other, like layers of invisible gauze, covering the entire forest tightly, and every inch of the air was filled with the smell of decay and danger.

In the forest, strange, deadly plants grew unchecked, like countless tentacles hidden in the darkness, ready to devour at any moment. Their leaves were either sharp as knives or covered in fine, poisonous spines, gleaming with a cold light beneath the shroud of mist.

This is the real dangerous place in the northern corner, and those who can live in such a desperate situation are naturally not kind people.

"Leather Drum Master, come out!" Outside the vast primeval forest, Qingsha's brows arched, his aura suddenly erupting. A surge of true energy flowed from his body like a surging tide. He channeled his inner strength and shouted loudly into the primeval forest. The sound rolled like thunder, blasting deep into the forest.

However, the sound waves entered the primeval forest, but they were like a drop in the ocean, without causing any ripples. Only the thick fog trembled slightly under the impact of the sound waves, and then returned to calm, as if no sound had ever broken the silence.

Seeing this, Qingsha frowned. He raised his hand suddenly, and the Mercy Slash at his waist unsheathed with a clang. In an instant, the blade shone with streaks of silver light, like a brilliant meteor streaking across the night sky, or like a pool of autumn water, emitting a chilling cold light. In the shimmering silver light, the sword's aura surged, instantly slicing through the layers of fog and barriers before him, opening up a short passage.

Just as Qingsha was about to step into the vast primeval forest, a ray of aquamarine light, like a meteor streaking across the sky, shot out from the forest. Within the light, a beautiful and otherworldly figure emerged, like a fairy descending from the earth, radiating a soft and enchanting aura.

"Goddess..." Seeing the newcomer, Qingsha's eyes instantly lit up. His once stern face now glowed with endless energy, his eyes filled with deep affection and longing. However, the next moment, his gaze fell on Qin Juexian's slightly haggard face, and a sharp pain pierced his heart. The joy he felt was instantly replaced by heartache.

"Love killing, you shouldn't have come here." Qin Juexian shook her head gently, her black hair swaying gently, like black satin. Her face was full of complex expressions, with worry, helplessness, and a hint of unspeakable guilt. "I promised He Lang that I would never see you again. Go away."

Hearing this, Qingsha was startled, a look of panic on his face. He subconsciously took a step forward, his hands trembling slightly, and said anxiously, "I, I'm not trying to disturb you, goddess. I... This wooden box is something I came across by chance. The ancient bell inside may help the drummer restore his original appearance."

As he spoke, he carefully picked up the wooden box in his hand.

"Ancient bell?" Qin Juexian's beautiful eyes flickered as she gazed at the wooden box that Qingsha had slowly opened. Inside lay a bronze bell, quietly resting. The bell's surface was engraved with ancient yet mysterious patterns, and in the dim light, it exuded an old and mysterious aura.

Qin Juexian's face showed suspicion. She didn't doubt the motive of the love killing. After all, how could she not know the deep affection he had for her? It was just that the origin and efficacy of this ancient bell were so bizarre that she couldn't help but feel suspicious.

Once upon a time, He Changling suffered a tragic fate while asleep. He was brutally skinned with a painless, razor-sharp knife. In excruciating pain and despair, he mustered his last ounce of strength to escape into the vast, primeval forests. In that fateful moment, forced to survive, he skinned a wild boar intent on eating him. From then on, there was no He Changling left in the world, only this half-human, half-beast drummer.

After finding He Changling, Qin Juexian had tried to find a way to restore the skin. However, after so many years, the wild boar skin had become so tightly fused to the flesh that it seemed to have become one, making it difficult to peel off. Furthermore, the skin that He Changling had originally peeled off had long since been destroyed by the drummer, making it impossible to restore.

Most importantly, the current drummer, having endured such a dramatic transformation and lived for years in this dark, primordial forest, has undergone a profound change in temperament. The once gentle and graceful He Changling has long since vanished, replaced by a cold, fierce, and even brutal orc. Even Qin Juexian, who once believed he understood He Changling best, feels a sense of unease and unfamiliarity when confronted with the current drummer.

"He Lang will definitely not accept this. Take it and leave." Qin Juexian sighed softly, her voice filled with helplessness and exhaustion. She knew He Changling's character well. He now seemed filled with disgust and resignation towards everything in the past. If he still cared about He Changling's past, how could he have burned his own skin?

"Goddess, please believe me..." Qingsha said earnestly, his eyes gleaming with determination. The thought of Qin Juexian accompanying the ferocious orc in boar costume pierced his heart, as if thousands of needles were piercing it. If restoring his drummer's appearance could bring Qin Juexian even a little comfort, Qingsha believed it would be worth it, no matter the cost.

"Love killing..." Qin Juexian wanted to say more, but at this moment -

Suddenly, a flock of birds started up from the forest, flapping their wings and emitting a series of shrill cries. Then, a gust of fishy wind swept in, like surging ocean waves, carrying with it an endless chill and a chilling atmosphere. Qin Juexian's face turned pale in an instant, a flicker of panic in her beautiful eyes. She subconsciously turned back to look at the vast primeval forest.

"Qin Juexian, after all, you still can't let him go, hahahaha!"

A voice as deafening as thunder suddenly rang out, and there was undisguised sarcasm in the laughter, as if a sharp blade was piercing straight into the depths of Qin Juexian and Qingsha's hearts.

I saw a figure slowly walking out of the forest, with a black face, short hair, a long beak and big ears, fangs and beak like silver nails, and rough and blue skin all over his body. It was He Changling, the leather drummer of the Three Mysterious Sounds of the Northern Martial Arts World in the past, and now the strange leather drummer of the Hanhai Primitive Forest!

"He Lang, I..." Qin Juexian's eyes flashed with panic upon seeing the drummer appear. She subconsciously took a step forward, wanting to explain, but the drummer waved his left hand, and a powerful force erupted instantly, like a raging mountain torrent, sweeping Qin Juexian aside. Qin Juexian stumbled and nearly fell to the ground, her eyes filled with shock and grievance, unable to believe that the drummer could be so violent towards her.

"Woman, stop pretending to be affectionate." The drummer spoke coldly, his voice low and hoarse, like the caress of yellow sand, and every word was filled with strong disgust and disdain.

"Drummer, how can you treat the goddess like this!" Seeing the drummer being so rude to Qin Juexian, Qingsha was immediately furious. The aura around him suddenly rose and murderous intent filled the air.

Upon hearing this, the drummer sneered, his laughter echoing like the cry of a night owl in the gloomy forest, making people's hair stand on end. "Angry? You are overestimating yourself!"

He glanced at her with disdain, his eyes filled with mockery and disdain. As soon as he finished speaking, murderous intent emerged. The drummer suddenly raised his palm and drew in energy, his aura instantly becoming ferocious, like a ferocious beast about to devour its prey.

Seeing this, Qin Juexian didn't care about anything else and stood between the two of them without hesitation, with his arms open, trying to stop the bloody fight that was about to break out.

"He Lang, please give me some time..." Qin Juexian's voice was trembling a little. It contained both a plea to the drummer and a worry about a murder of passion. The gratitude in the world is the most difficult to strike between.

"Woman, your tricks disgust the drummer." Looking at Qin Juexian who was blocking his way, the disgust in the drummer's eyes became more obvious.

"He Lang..." Qin Juexian's voice became more choked.

"Drummer, that's enough." Seeing that the drummer repeatedly verbally attacked Qin Juexian, Qingsha could no longer bear it. He scolded in a cold voice: "This matter was caused by love killing. Don't implicate the goddess." While speaking, he had quickly opened the wooden box and took out the ancient bell inside.

"What is that?!" A strange object suddenly appeared before his eyes, held in the enemy's hand. In an instant, murderous intent surged within the drummer. He didn't know what it was, but he instinctively knew it wasn't anything that could benefit him.

He was startled and had no time to think. He attacked without reservation. Since he wanted to kill the drummer, he would have to pay the price!
Black mist swirled around, and a palm fell heavily, even the wind made a sharp whistling sound.

"He Lang!" Qin Juexian screamed in fear. Although she was torn between gratitude and love, she couldn't bear to see Qingsha get hurt, and she didn't want to fight with the drummer. At this critical moment, she saw Qin Juexian make an amazing move, jumping up and blocking Qingsha's way.

The ancient bell in the Love Killer's hand also swayed under the Love Killer's movements. The sound was crisp and melodious, as if it came from the distant sky, carrying a mysterious and ancient atmosphere. However, the next moment, all he saw was a sea of ​​blood.

"Goddess!" Qingsha let out a heart-wrenching scream. He watched Qin Juexian vomiting blood, which dyed her light blue dress and Qingsha's eyes red.

"Qin Juexian, you!" Seeing this scene, the drummer was also stunned on the spot, with a trace of panic and shock in his eyes.

But after a moment of heartache, more and greater hatred flooded into the heart, and disgust was beyond words.

As expected, as expected, Qin Juexian, you still can't let go of the love killing, good, very good! The drummer had already anticipated this scene!

With a single ring, the ancient bell shattered and transformed into a gust of green wind. Wherever the wind passed, the hide on the drummer's body began to rapidly peel away, and flesh and blood regenerated. A moment later, a handsome and extraordinary face reappeared in the world, exactly like He Changling in the past.

"What is this?!" The leather drummer could naturally sense the changes in himself. Beneath the animal skin, he felt the long-lost touch of human skin.

He slowly raised his hands, looking at his slender, white fingers, his eyes filled with shock and confusion. He returned to his original appearance. Was it because of the bell? Because of this murder of passion?

"He Lang..." This scene fell into Qin Juexian's eyes, and her eyes fluctuated violently. She grabbed Qingsha's hand, her voice weak but full of gratitude, "Qingsha, I didn't expect it, thank you so much..."

"Don't say that, goddess." Qingsha's eyes were filled with tears. He lowered his head and his voice trembled. "It's all my fault. If I hadn't come here, you wouldn't..."

"No, I should thank you... I shouldn't have doubted you... He Lang..."

Qingsha raised his head at the sound and, along with Qin Juexian, looked towards the place not far ahead. They saw that the drummer, who had regained his original appearance, had arrived. At this moment, the drummer was tall and straight, with an extraordinary aura. Even Qingsha had to admit that the drummer, He Changling, was indeed extremely handsome.

However, the drummer looked down at the two of them from above, his eyes icy cold. Compared to the look he had before when he was wearing the animal skin, his eyes now were even more terrifying. There was no warmth in his eyes, like a demon from hell, making people shudder.

The drummer's next words aroused the anger in Qingsha's heart.

"Where did that bell come from?"

(End of this chapter)