Capítulo 962: Chapter 718: Fate Has Its Own Plans Igula’s blood-stained coat and shirt were removed by Gwen, who tore her own skirt and sleeves to wrap his wounds due to the lack of bandages. His injuries were too severe, and the Water Therapy Technique Spirit couldn’t care for all the wounds; bleeding must be stopped to prevent hemorrhagic shock. This foolish woman, soothing him with a tearful voice, said, ‘It won’t hurt, soon it won’t hurt.’ Ridiculous, Swindler certainly wasn’t feeling pain; he was a Spirit Mage, and had cut off pain feedback before the attack. However, her chatter was not entirely useless, at least it kept Igula awake—a wave of drowsiness from massive blood loss and depletion of Magic Power threatened to overtake him… Yet even so, Igula maintained a clear understanding of the current situation: undoubtedly, the Mercury Wooden Horse’s firing of this mercury gun bullet was truly a miraculous turnaround from a desperate situation. Can mercury gun bullets really turn a person into a vessel? Is no other ritual needed? Can the Mercury Wooden Horse really reincarnate at will? Can anyone with her bone marrow reincarnate? They knew none of these answers. The ambiguity wasn’t because the Mercury Wooden Horse couldn’t weave a perfect reason but because she intentionally left a window. As the Swindler said, the highest realm of deception is telling a story others are willing to believe. Humans are simple creatures. If they are willing to believe, they will deceive themselves. The Mercury Wooden Horse laid out the key elements of this story, and the more they ponder the details within, the more they believe the story. For instance, why did the Mercury Wooden Horse shoot the mercury gun bullet at Igula? Because she wanted to use Igula for her own purposes; perhaps the Mercury Wooden Horse cannot reincarnate freely, but faced with a life-death crisis, she would certainly risk severe side effects to escape alive; her bone marrow is no longer bone marrow, but a virus capable of invading brain medullary cells… Just thinking simply, Igula had already filled in countless details for the Mercury Wooden Horse’s story. The reason being, he had to believe the story, because he couldn’t afford to lose. If he doesn’t believe the story and insists on killing the Mercury Wooden Horse, he might die or might live; believing the story and sparing her means a high likelihood of survival. People always adopt conservative strategies to timely stop losses in the face of loss, like no one prefers keeping a stock in continuous fall until it rises back. Igula was no exception. However, the choice was not his. He opened his eyes, looking at the dark silhouette in the hall. No one knew Black Crow’s feelings for the Mercury Wooden Horse better than him, not even Ash, and certainly not even Black Crow himself understood his true inner thoughts like Igula did. Black Crow always thought he hated the Mercury Wooden Horse, but no one hates someone and constantly recalls their beauty and kindness. When you hate someone, you only remember their disdain, faults, ugliness; when you hate someone, you feel that all memories of them smell foul; when you hate someone, you only feel how foolish you were to once like them. Newest update provıded by 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡✶𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚✶𝙣𝙚𝙩 If Black Crow truly hated the Mercury Wooden Horse, he would only remember her evil deeds. Only when you love someone, do you remember all the beautiful memories with them. Yes, Black Crow still deeply loved Mercury Wooden Horse; he loved the kind White Crow in his memory, so he must execute the Mercury Wooden Horse in front of him. His protection for Tanomu equaled his hatred for Mercury Wooden Horse. Killing Mercury Wooden Horse was to protect Tanomu. He himself wasn’t aware that he instinctively separated Tanomu and Mercury Wooden Horse. If Ya Sha Jin hunted other villains with anger to foster Killing Intent, then Black Crow honed it with love, more enduring than anger, deeper than hatred. When love and hate interweave, brewing out this rich Killing Intent, it’s enough to cloud anyone’s judgment. Previously, Ash could persuade Black Crow to give up revenge because Black Crow himself saw no hope for vengeance. But now, with Mercury Wooden Horse before him, this might be his only chance in life; even Ash couldn’t stop him. Not to mention, this was Ya Sha Jin’s trial; if Black Crow intended to spare Mercury Wooden Horse, the vast guilt would crush Black Crow’s defenses. Only by washing it away with Mercury Wooden Horse’s blood could he cleanse himself of this guilt! Igula had many reasons to persuade Black Crow, such as other Four Pillars God Sect believers may already be in Silent Spiral; even if he killed himself and Mercury Wooden Horse, she might reincarnate in another vessel and escape; even if he lets her go, the Four Pillars God Sect is about to fall, and capturing Mercury Wooden Horse later would be simple; and… But Swindler said nothing, merely closing his eyes quietly. Only Gwen couldn’t help shouting at Black Crow, “Tamasi! Please, please…” Black Crow still pressed against the Mercury Wooden Horse, his wrist holding the Gray Fox Blade trembling slightly. Mercury Wooden Horse said nothing more, closing her eyes quietly, as if waiting for Black Crow to hold her as she slept. How should I proceed!? Should I really spare her? If I could only kill her entirely, I would have no regrets even if I died this moment. Now, after finally forcing her into despair, how could I… how could I… Igula suddenly coughed up two mouthfuls of foul blood mixed with internal organ fragments, his head lolling and passing out directly. Black Crow turned to see the Swindler’s injuries were far beyond Gwen’s capacity. The Water Therapy Technique Spirit was indeed formidable, but facing such massive bleeding from multiple wounds, multiple Healing Mages were needed for emergency treatment, and only Gwen was there filling the role of Star Mage.