Chapter 422: Biyao! Wake up!

"Biyao! Wake up!"

Su Han shook her hard, but Bi Yao still closed her eyes, as if she was in some deep dream.

Just as the skeleton was about to pounce on her, Biyao suddenly opened her eyes.

Her pupils had turned dark red, blending in with the lines on her collarbone.

She slowly raised her hand, and a faint light appeared at her fingertips.

"Go back."

Her voice was no longer the cold and clear voice that Su Han was familiar with, but carried a certain ancient majesty, as if it came from the abyss.

The skeletons' movements suddenly stopped, and the flames in their eyes flickered violently, as if they were suppressed by something.

Bi Yao lightly stroked the air with her fingers, and a dark red barrier appeared out of thin air, blocking all the skeletons outside.

Su Han looked at her in shock, speechless for a moment.

Bi Yao slowly turned her head and looked at Su Han, but her eyes were frighteningly unfamiliar.

"You are not her."

Su Han whispered.

The corners of Biyao's mouth slightly raised, revealing a cold smile.

"Of course I'm not."

Her voice sounded like countless people whispering at the same time, with a creepy echo.

Su Han gripped the short blade tightly. The wound on his back was burning with unbearable pain, but his mind was unusually clear.

"who are you?"

Biyao—or rather the thing occupying her body—tilted her head slightly, a hint of sarcasm flashing in her dark red pupils.

"you do not need to know."

She raised her hand and pointed her fingertips at Su Han's chest.

"You just need to die."

Slowly walked towards them.

Su Han suddenly turned sideways, and a dark red beam of light brushed past his shoulder, corroding a deep pit in the stone wall behind him.

He rolled to avoid the second attack, the short blade turning in his hand, but he knew that he was no match for this "thing" in front of him.

"Baguio!"

He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Wake up!"

"She can't hear."

The thing chuckled and approached step by step, "Her consciousness has long been asleep. Now... this body is mine."

Su Han's breathing was rapid, and sweat was dripping down his forehead. He stared at "Biyao"'s face, trying to find a trace of familiarity in those strange eyes.

"What do you want?" he asked in a deep voice.

"Biyao" stopped and tilted her head to look at him, as if she was thinking about whether to answer the question.

"Sacrifice."

She finally said, with a twisted sense of pleasure in her voice, "Her soul, her flesh... are all sacrifices."

Su Han's heart sank to the bottom.

"for what?"

The corners of "Biyao"'s mouth slowly opened, revealing a creepy smile.

"To awaken... something older."

She raised her fingertips again, and a dark red light condensed in her palm.

Su Han knew that he might not be able to escape this attack.

But just as the light was about to burst out, "Biyao's" body suddenly trembled violently.

Her pupils suddenly contracted and the expression on her face twisted for a moment, as if something was struggling inside her body.

"Do not……!"

Her voice suddenly became broken, mixed with Biyao's original tone, "Get out...!"

Su Han was stunned for a moment, then he realized that Biyao was still conscious! She was resisting!
He rushed forward without hesitation, grabbed "Biyao"'s wrist, and pushed her to the ground.

"Biyao! Come back!" he growled.

"Biyao"'s body struggled violently, and dark red lines were swimming wildly under her skin, as if countless poisonous snakes were biting her flesh.

A painful whimper came from her throat and the red light in her eyes flickered.

"Su...Han..."

Her voice was intermittent, as if it came from far away.

"help me……"

Su Han held her shoulders tightly, but her struggle became more and more violent, and her nails left several bloody marks on his arms.

"How can I help?!" he asked through gritting his teeth.

Biyao's lips trembled as she uttered a word with difficulty.

"Pool...water..."

Su Han raised his head suddenly and looked at the beam of light. The water in the pool had been drained, but the skeleton at the bottom of the pool was still wriggling, and the figure that looked exactly like Bi Yao was slowly waking up. (End of this chapter)