northernbook Chapter 191 Chill
Chapter 191 Chill
Fang Congyi's brow furrowed, his mind a tangled mess. The more he pondered the matter, the more bewildered he became. Countless possibilities raced through his mind like a revolving lantern, and every scene, every image seemed to conceal some unknown secret.
Perhaps that past, buried deep within his heart, carried so much pain and struggle that it became a shadow that could never be erased from Lu Yan's mind. The hardships, setbacks, and inner torment he had experienced were like heavy shackles, tightly binding Lu Yan's soul, preventing him from truly letting go of the past and letting go of it.
At that moment, she sat there, as still as a statue, completely lost in a turbulent, chaotic tidal wave of thoughts. Those thoughts, like countless intertwined threads, engulfed her tightly, blurring her perception of the outside world, as if the entire world around her had been completely cut off. Her eyes were empty and blurry, fixed on a single point ahead, yet unfocused on anything in particular. Her hands trembled subtly, as if grasping for something to steady the turmoil within her. At that moment, time seemed to have stopped for her, leaving only the thoughts in her mind, churning and leaping endlessly.
Yet, at this moment, Lu Yan, who had remained silent throughout, stood there like a fine sculpture, without even the slightest tremor, as if completely isolated from the world around him. He stood there motionless, as if time had lost its hold on him, making one wonder if he had become an eternal being.
But in this seemingly frozen moment, Lu Yan seemed suddenly pulled out of his trance by an invisible force, like a giant beast suddenly awakening from a thousand-year slumber. His previously expressionless face began to twitch slightly, and his tightly closed eyes slowly opened, revealing a pair of deep, abyssal irises that shone with an elusive light.
At this moment, everyone's gaze converged on him. His shoulders trembled slightly, as if he were carrying a heavy burden, and he began with difficulty that simple yet ritualistic movement—slowly raising his head, which had been lowered.
His movements were as gentle as a breeze across a lake, creating ripples; yet so slow that it seemed as if time had frozen in time, each subtle movement stretched infinitely. One could even clearly see the tensing and relaxing of the muscles in his neck, and the beads of sweat on his forehead.
The whole process was extremely quiet, with no sound to disturb them, for fear that even the slightest sound of their breathing would disrupt the picturesque and peaceful atmosphere around them.
As he raised his head, the face hidden in the shadow gradually became clear.
Lu Yan's eyes, which were originally as mysterious and charming as the deep ocean, underwent an astonishing change at this moment.
Those eyes were like a bottomless pool of ice, their depths gleaming with a chilling, chilling light. This cold light was like the harshest, most biting winter wind, howling inward, carrying with it an endless chill and determination, shooting straight at Fang Congyi with the force of a thunderbolt. The chill seemed to penetrate the soul, instantly making one feel as if they were plunged into an icy cellar, chilling their entire body.
This chill, like a blast from the netherworld of Hell, was bone-chilling, seemingly capable of easily piercing one's soul, reaching the deepest recesses of one's heart. When it quietly descended, people were instantly overwhelmed by an irresistible fear, an instinctive, deep dread of unknown danger. This fear, like a heavy, oppressive cloud, could barely breathe, causing their heartbeats to accelerate and their breathing to quicken.
At the same time, this chill was accompanied by a powerful sense of oppression. It felt like a massive mountain had fallen from the sky, crashing down upon the person, rendering it impossible to move. Under this pressure, even thinking became difficult. Their minds went blank, leaving only endless panic and helplessness.
"Why has everything suddenly become so cold?" This question seemed particularly abrupt in this eerie and terrifying atmosphere, yet it perfectly captured the confusion and unease that lingered within the crowd. What had caused this change? Was it some mysterious force at work, or was it an enemy lurking in the shadows, manipulating everything? No one knew the answer, and this uncertainty instilled fear in everyone, making them afraid to delve deeper into the truth.
Fang Congyi looked at Lu Yan in front of him with astonishment, his heart full of doubts and confusion.
Her beautiful eyes blinked slightly, as if she had made up her mind, and then her snow-white hand stretched out involuntarily. The hand paused in the air for a moment, as if hesitant, but finally landed gently on Lu Yan's broad and strong shoulder.
Her fingers were slightly bent, as gentle as a breeze across the lake, afraid to cause Lu Yan the slightest discomfort. After her palms were completely in contact, she breathed a sigh of relief and began to concentrate, mobilizing the powerful and mysterious spiritual power within her body.
Driven by her thoughts, a pale blue light, imperceptible to the naked eye, slowly rose from her palm and gradually gathered into a subtle spiritual stream. This spiritual stream was like a nimble little snake, winding along her arm and finally slowly approaching Lu Yan's body.
Just as she was about to touch Lu Yan, she became nervous again, and her movements became more cautious. She controlled the spiritual flow and probed towards the other person's body at an extremely slow speed, as if she was afraid of waking a sleeping baby.