Who hid My Corpse!-Chapter 298: Eight "Secret"_2

Hewinia stopped in her tracks.

She turned her head again to look at the man kneeling in the snow.

The man’s body was shaking more and more violently, whether from nervousness or some inherent issue.

But he was staring intently at Hewinia, his bloodshot eyes filled with a desperate madness.

“I saw it with my own eyes,” the man said, pausing between words, “how you eliminate those unqualified seedlings… That’s not elimination.”

“It’s…”

The man took a deep breath, using the biting cold air to temporarily stop the shaking of his body, and then clearly uttered the two words.

“Cruelty.”

…

That was the first time she saw the “young lady” of the Upper City.

Immaculately dressed, resplendent, unlike anyone here.

“Young lady, let us handle these…”

“No, there’s no need.”

She slightly lifted the corners of her mouth, revealing a smile on her youthful cheeks that I had never seen before.

Mad and bloodthirsty.

“Let me try.”

…

“You were not even ten years old at that time!”

The man screamed frantically at Hewinia.

“Do those in the academy who exalt you to the heavens know what you did before you were ten years old!”

“Do they know you could wield a knife with a smile and kill children even younger than you?!”

“Hewinia Hailuo, how many lives like these have you taken with your own hands, can you even keep count?!”

“If your followers found out what kind of person you are, do you think you could still be like you are now… cough, cough, cough…”

The man couldn’t finish his words, as his other leg also gave way, and he knelt down in the snow.

At the same time, he desperately clutched his own throat.

From Hewinia’s perspective, she could see his note under his clothing writhing crazily like maggots, as if it was about to burst out of him at any moment.

It was then that he heard Hewinia’s voice: “I see, so you’re that fourth-grade senior who has always wanted to reconstruct a note, Aiman.”

Hewinia paused.

“It seems your reconstruction has failed, and… the backlash has already begun, hasn’t it?”

Aiman suddenly lifted his head, staring intently at Hewinia.

Hewinia, who had been expressionless just before, now wore a faint smile.

Aiman’s pupils constricted slightly.

Because this smile, it was just like the one he saw years ago in the Seed District.

The young Hewinia had approached the eliminated seedlings with such a smile, and the scenes that followed had been etched into Aiman’s memory, unforgettable even after so many years.

If he weren’t already at his wit’s end, he truly wouldn’t want to deal with this person.

But he had no choice, his note had a flaw, a significant flaw, and normal means of repair were utterly useless; he could only attempt to reconstruct.

But reconstruction was fraught with immense risk.

And now, the risk had materialized; his reconstructed note was nearly uncontrollable.

If things continued this way, there was only one ending for him—to lose his note, become an ordinary person, then end up in the Seed District.

Such an outcome was worse for him than death.

And the only thing that could change all of this was the “Starry Sky” in the Seven Notes, and it had to be played by a Golden Rank orchestra.

But the problem was, with his abilities, under normal circumstances, he couldn’t possibly enter into a Golden Rank orchestra.

So, he had no choice but to target the only Golden Rank with whom he had an “interaction”.

This was his only chance.

He wanted to join Hewinia’s Orchestra and play the Seven Notes!

Yet things did not develop as he wished.

“How pathetic,” Hewinia said softly.

“What did you say?!” Aiman glared at Hewinia, “Are you really not afraid I’ll reveal everything?!”

“Oh? And on what ground would you reveal it?” Hewinia responded.

“…Ground?”

“Yes, surely you can’t just directly say, ‘It’s because she wouldn’t let me join her Orchestra.'”

“…I’m doing this for those you’ve killed,” Aiman said, “to unveil your true face!”

Hewinia shook her head: “Too false.”

“What?”

“I mean, your words are too false,” Hewinia continued, “Senior Aiman, you probably haven’t visited the Seed District many times either… Perhaps just that once?”

“So what?”

“You are not one of the Nobles, nor are you from the Seed District,” Hewinia stated calmly, “hence you do not know what sort of things Nobles would do, nor do you understand how people in the Seed District live. Therefore, what you’re saying sounds ridiculous to the Nobles and alien to those from the Seed District… Do you know what people in the Seed District think? Do you know what they truly desire?”

Aiman subconsciously wanted to ask “What is that?” but as the words reached his lips, he suddenly realized he had been led by the nose by Hewinia the whole time, and through gritted teeth, he said: “You say I don’t know, but what about you, executioner, do you?!”

“Heh.”

Hewinia let out a light laugh, her tone laced with undisguised mockery.

“If I could, I would wish I didn’t know either.”

After saying this, Hewinia did not give Aiman time to ponder, instead, she turned her attention to the increasingly uncontrollable notes behind him.

“Besides, putting position aside, Senior Aiman, do you really think anyone would believe you?” Hewinia said, “Even I know what condition your body is in, so what about others? Why would they believe you and not me?”

“And you seem to have misunderstood one critical thing.”

Hewinia’s lips curled up again, her smile reflecting in Aiman’s pupils.

“I’m adored by others, not because I have a pleasant character. On the contrary, even if I have a disagreeable character, even if I’ve killed so many unworthy seeds, they will still adore me.”

“Because I am the Golden Rank Seventh Note.”

“And even if you were truly a companion of justice.”

“You’d still be just a… Silver Rank about to lose his notes.”

“Now, in my eyes.”

“You’re no different from those seeds I’ve killed.”

Having said that, Hewinia turned and left without giving Aiman another glance, as though his today’s desperate effort was nothing more than a joke to her.

Aiman’s mouth opened.

“You, you, you…”

Aiman clutched at his thigh.

His reason told him that he must absolutely not lay a hand on Hewinia, for the moment he did, there would indeed be no way out.

And at this moment, Hewinia turned her head to glance at him once more.

Then, she laughed lightly.

“How ludicrous.”

At that instant, reason collapsed.

Aiman drew his Magic Wand and charged at Hewinia: “You damn bitch!”

But halfway there, he realized something was amiss.

The trail he had followed here had only one set of footprints.

They were his.

Hewinia had always been stepping on his footprints as she came.

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Aiman immediately sensed danger: “This is…”

But it was too late, when he arrived at the spot where Hewinia had previously stood, the snow beneath his feet sprang up, sending up countless fluttering snowflakes.

“Third Notes·Man Dance.”

The fluttering snowflakes burst into life, their sound like the gentle plucking of strings.

These exploding snowflakes sliced through Aiman’s skin from all directions, drawing out line after line of blood, which then instantly froze, pinning Aiman in place.

Like a dancer entangled in countless red threads.

This was… a trap!

At this moment, Aiman realized that from the moment Hewinia had followed him here.

She had never intended to let him leave alive.