bookrebus Chapter 762 Two Beauties Reborn from the Ashes: The Wrath of Resurrection—The Halo Dissipates, and t
Chapter 762 Two Beauties Reborn from the Ashes: The Wrath of Resurrection—The Halo Dissipates, and t
The halo receded like the tide, and the last ray of seven-colored light disappeared into Lin Ping and Lin Shu's bodies. The air seemed to freeze, leaving only the deathly silence of surviving a catastrophe, and the faint, unsettling energy fluctuations that permeated the ruins.
Lin Ping and Lin Shu's figures became completely clear. They were still the same as in my memory, even more beautiful, breathtakingly beautiful, yet carrying a chilling aura that kept strangers at bay. Their skin was as white as snow, not pale, but like the finest white jade, gleaming with a warm yet resilient luster in the afterglow of the setting sun—a vitality that had been re-infused with life, even surpassing their previous peak.
Their ink-black hair was no longer simply hanging down; it seemed to possess life, dancing gently in the breeze, each strand shimmering with a healthy sheen, brushing against their fair, slender necks and shoulders, tracing breathtaking curves. Their eyes slowly opened; those eyes, which once held perhaps tenderness or shyness, were now as deep as a frozen pool, as sharp as a hawk's. Deep within their pupils, flames seemed to burn—the flames of rebirth, and also an overwhelming, suppressed hatred.
Their bare feet gently trod onto the scorched earth, the land once ravaged by bandits and soaked with the blood of their fellow villagers. There was no discomfort; rather, it was as if they felt a mysterious resonance with this land. The scorched earth beneath their feet visibly began to show a faint hint of green, as if even the earth itself was rejoicing at their return.
Their bodies seemed enveloped by an invisible force, automatically cleansing them of any dust and impurities that might have been picked up during the resurrection process. Their postures were upright, brimming with explosive power, yet retaining a feminine grace and beauty. Every breath carried the essence of heaven and earth; every heartbeat resonated with the drumbeats of vengeance.
This resurrection was not a simple return to life, but more like a transformative metamorphosis, an awakening of power. They could clearly feel an unprecedentedly powerful force surging within them, a mysterious and profound state, as if they could manipulate the power of heaven and earth with every gesture. Their senses became incredibly sharp; the rustling of the wind and the sound of grass within a radius of several miles, even the rapid heartbeats of the bandits driven by fear, were clearly heard.
"Monster...monster!"
It is unclear who broke the suffocating silence first, but a bandit could no longer bear the supernatural horror. He let out a shrill scream, threw down his knife and gun, and turned to run away.
His shout was like a signal, instantly igniting the pent-up fear in the bandits' hearts.
"Run! They're ghosts! Ghosts that have come to take lives!"
"Boss...Boss! Think of something quickly!"
The bandits, who had been arrogant and ruthless just moments before, were now like frightened birds, their souls nearly leaving their bodies. Their weapons trembled, their legs felt as heavy as lead, yet they desperately tried to move.
The bandit leader, the one-eyed man who usually killed without blinking an eye, was now deathly pale. His remaining eye was wide open, staring intently at Lin Ping and Lin Shu, his body trembling violently. His previous arrogance had vanished, replaced by a deep-seated fear.
He saw it. He clearly saw the undisguised murderous intent in Lin Ping and Lin Shu's eyes—a chilling, soul-chilling hatred. He seemed to see the villagers he had personally slaughtered following behind the sisters, seeking his life. He saw his own doom unfold before him like a painting.
"No...it's impossible...you were clearly dead...by my own hand..." The bandit leader's voice was dry and hoarse, filled with disbelief and despair. He tried to lift the ghost-head knife in his hand, but found that his arm was as heavy as a thousand pounds, and he could not even complete the simplest movement.
Lin Ping slowly raised her head, her gaze like two cold, sharp swords piercing the bandit leader. Her voice was no longer gentle as before, but carried a metallic quality, cold and authoritative:
"One-Eyed Dragon, today, it is time to pay the blood debt you owe."
The sound wasn't loud, but it seemed to possess some kind of magic, clearly reaching the ears of every bandit and making them feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave.
Lin Shu stood beside her sister, equally cold and filled with murderous intent. She didn't speak, but her slightly raised right hand, with its slender fingers, seemed to grasp invisible swords, and the temperature in the air suddenly dropped several degrees.