Douluo: Why is Qian Renxue not in love anymore?

Chapter 60: Death of Du Gubo (2)

Qian Renxue's eyes suddenly became deep, as if she had crossed the barrier of time and space and returned to the bloody Jialing Pass. The scene slowly unfolded in her mind - poisonous fog covered the sky, wailing sounds came one after another, and hundreds of thousands of innocent people struggled in despair and eventually turned into dry bones. Her heart suddenly shrank, and the deep hatred was like being ignited by a raging fire, boiling instantly.

Her eyes gradually turned red, and there seemed to be flames dancing in her golden pupils, which were the endless grief for the loss of life and the deep hatred for Du Gubo's atrocities. She clenched her fists, her nails deeply embedded in her palms, but she didn't feel the pain at all. The air around her seemed to become heavy because of her emotions, and even the wind stopped.

Guangling Douluo frowned and asked, "Xiaoxue, why do you hate Du Gubo so much?"

After the words fell, everyone looked at Qian Renxue at the same time. Her figure seemed particularly lonely and resolute in the afterglow of the setting sun. Everything around them seemed to be still, even time froze at this moment.

Yue Guan and Du Gubo looked at each other and saw the same shock and confusion in each other's eyes.

Qian Renxue slowly raised her arm, and the golden soul power gathered in her palm, shining like a substance, reflecting the indescribable anger and sadness in her eyes. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and when she opened them again, her eyes were already red, as if they could swallow up all darkness and evil.

"You don't understand..." Her voice was low and hoarse, with endless vicissitudes and sorrow, "It's not just competition, it's life and death, it's the disappearance of countless lives. The poison in his hand is not only the power of the martial spirit, but also the culprit for countless broken families. I have seen with my own eyes those innocent people struggling in despair, their cries, their tears, still echoing in my ears."

Qian Renxue stood at the edge of the sea of ​​flowers, her long golden hair coated with a layer of light sadness in the sunset. Her voice echoed in the silence with unquestionable majesty: "Du Gubo, I will give you two choices. The first is that you end your life by yourself. I can propose to the Spirit Hall to forgive the innocent people in your family and let them continue to survive on this continent. The second choice is for us in the Spirit Hall to do it ourselves. By then, your Du Gu family will have no survivors and will be completely wiped out from the history of Douluo Continent."

After she finished speaking, she gently raised her hand, and the golden soul power in her palm gathered into a dazzling light, like a rising sun, warm and powerful, but in the next second it turned into a sharp sword blade, hovering above Du Gubo's head, emitting a heart-pounding chill.

Du Gubo's body stretched out in the sunset, his shadow mottled, just like his inner struggle and despair at the moment. He looked up at Qian Renxue, and in her golden eyes, in addition to being cold and firm, there was a deep hatred that he had never seen before, as if she could see through every dark corner in the depths of his soul.

Du Gubo's face was twisted with anger and unwillingness, but more of a sense of powerlessness after being completely exposed. The hatred in Qian Renxue's eyes was not only hatred for him personally, but also an accusation of the innocent lives contaminated by every wisp of poison mist in his hands. This hatred was like a substance, turning into a sharp blade, cutting through his mental defenses inch by inch.

The surrounding poisonous fog seemed to sense the owner's emotions and became even more manic and restless. It twisted and entangled in the air, but it could no longer cover up the impending judgment. The sunlight shone through the rolling poisonous fog, becoming twisted and strange, shining on Du Gubo's wrinkled face, reflecting the complex light flashing in his eyes - that was fear, unwillingness, and deep repentance for past crimes.

Du Gubo's emotions were like surging waves, difficult to calm down. He stared at Qian Renxue's golden eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything, and countless questions and puzzles surged in his heart.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind like lightning - could it be that when she said "saw it with her own eyes", she did not mean witnessing the crime he committed with her own eyes, but some kind of deeper "witness"?
No matter how this girl named Qian Renxue knew it, it doesn’t matter anymore.

Du Gubo recalled the dark days of his youth, when he could not fully control the toxins in his body, and often lost control and caused tragedies. An uncontrolled poisonous fog outbreak almost destroyed a small village, and cries and calls for help intertwined into a desperate movement. Although he tried his best to remedy the situation afterwards, the lives lost could never be saved.

Du Gubo knew that he might not survive. After all, with Guangling Douluo around, he couldn't run away. Even if he ran away, it wouldn't matter. His family and his granddaughter, Yanyan, were still so young and cute. She should have her own life. Du Gubo's eyes gradually lost their sharpness, replaced by an indescribable sadness. He slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if he wanted to absorb all the troubles in the world into his chest, and then slowly exhaled. The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on his body, coating him with a layer of tragic golden light.

He opened his eyes, his gaze piercing through the surrounding poisonous fog, looking into the distance, where his family was, and where he had cared about all his life.

Du Gubo's lips moved slightly, and his voice was hoarse and heavy: "Forget it. Although I, Du Gubo, have not been perfect in my life, I know that I can't escape what happened today. However, before the end, I hope to leave a final word for my family."

When Qian Renxue heard this, a complex emotion flashed in her golden eyes. Finally, she nodded slowly. Although her voice was cold, it carried a trace of imperceptible compassion: "Okay, I promise you."

Du Gubo staggered towards a boulder not far away. The stone surface was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting his old and tired face. He took a deep breath and took out a small dagger from his arms with trembling hands. It was a weapon he often used when he was young, but now it has become a tool for writing his last words.

The afterglow of the setting sun stretched his shadow long, blending into the stone surface, as if even time had stopped at this moment. Every movement of Du Gubo seemed particularly heavy. He carved his last wish on the stone wall stroke by stroke: "From now on, the Du Gu family must not interfere in any disputes and must abide by their duties."

"My martial soul is inherently poisonous and cannot be fully controlled by human power. My entire life, I have been floating in the poisonous fog, hurting others and myself."

"Today, I will use this body to sound the alarm for the future generations of my family - the poison of the martial soul must be cured, otherwise, my family will be trapped in the suffering of reincarnation forever."

After saying this, Du Gubo slowly closed his eyes. The poison in his body seemed to respond to his call and began to surge wildly in his body. Under his skin, blue veins gradually emerged, winding like a poisonous snake, releasing a heart-pounding breath.

Du Gubo's body began to tremble, but he did not struggle. He just stood there quietly, allowing the power to wreak havoc in his body.

Du Gubo's body seemed to have become an ancient castle that was about to collapse. As the toxins in his body surged, his face gradually distorted, and the blue veins under his skin squirmed violently like a living thing, as if they were about to break through the constraints of the skin and release the power to destroy everything. In the afterglow of the setting sun, this scene looked particularly tragic and tragic.

Suddenly, Du Gubo's eyes widened, and a stream of dark green blood oozed out from the corners of his eyes, followed by his nostrils, mouth corners, and even ears. Shocking venom flowed out of all seven orifices. The venom fell on the ground, corroding small pits in an instant, emitting a pungent stench and suffocating toxicity.

Du Gubo's body was like a dead leaf blown by a strong wind. It suddenly lost all support and slowly fell backwards. His eyes were wide open, filled with a complex expression of unwillingness and relief, as if at this moment, he saw the trajectory of his life replaying in front of his eyes. The ground seemed to open an invisible mouth, ruthlessly swallowing his once invincible body.

(End of this chapter)