Author: hoenimochi (Page 34 of 95)

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Chapter 14

February 25, 2024 / / 1 Comment

       If the female voice hadn’t coldly announced Zhan Weiyang’s today’s score every night, Zhan Weiyang would have thought his System was dead. But his score hadn’t changed for a long time either, and he wished it was dead.

       After suffering knee pain for two or three days, Zhan Weiyang basically stopped limping when walking. It was no longer painful to stand up and sit down in class every day.

       Moreover, it had been raining at night for the past few days, and the hot temperature that had lasted all summer had finally begun to slowly drop. Grandma took out her dark red patterned jacket and put it on, always telling Zhan Weiyang that he was underdressed and that he should be careful of catching a cold.

       Zhan Weiyang went to the bathroom with Chen Youyou after class. When he came back, he saw a girl sitting in his seat, chatting animatedly with her deskmate, Zhou Hanyi.

       The girl’s name was Xu Yuxuan. She was a good friend of Zhou Hanyi. She had a lively personality and a hot temper. Zhan Weiyang was a little afraid of her. He stood at the back door of the classroom and looked at her silently, not daring to go back to his seat.

       Chen Youyou pulled his arm and told him to sit down in his row first. Chen Youyou’s deskmate was their class monitor. After class, she went to find her boyfriend whom she was secretly in a relationship.

       Zhan Weiyang sat down next to Chen Youyou and heard Xu Yuxuan say to Zhou Hanyi, “Do you know that Xie Ling in the first year of high school?”

       Chen Youyou glanced at Zhan Weiyang.

       Zhan Weiyang heard Zhou Hanyi say, “Of course I know, that’s the one who is very handsome.”

       Xu Yuxuan said, “I heard that his family is quite poor.”

       “Oh,” Zhou Hanyi’s tone was not very enthusiastic.

       Xu Yuxuan was obviously very interested in Xie Ling, “Someone saw him working at night.”

       Zhou Hanyi said, “Does he have a girlfriend?”

       Xu Yuxuan became cold and indifferent, “Isn’t there a girl in his class who eats with him every day?”

       Zhou Hanyi smiled and said, “There must be many people chasing him.”

       The two of them changed the topic at this point, and Xu Yuxuan started talking about a novel she had read recently.

       Zhan Weiyang kept listening to them talking and felt that he was very nervous. After a long time, he mustered up the courage to turn his head and shouted, “Xu Yuxuan.”

       Xu Yuxuan was stunned for a moment, realising that this was the first time Zhan Weiyang took the initiative to talk to her and asked curiously, “What is it?”

       Zhan Weiyang said, “Do you know where Xie Ling works?”

       Instead of answering, Xu Yuxuan asked back, “Why are you asking that?”

       Zhan Weiyang didn’t know how to answer this question.

       Chen Youyou turned around and said, “He also, wants to find a place to work, so he just a-ask.”

       Xu Yuxuan smiled and said, “O-okay. I heard he’s at the Food Joy Fast Food on Jinfeng Road. There are also girls who go there to eat just to see him.”

       Chen Youyou was not happy that Xu Yuxuan imitated him, but since the other party returned to his question, he could only say ‘thank you’ reluctantly.

       The two people turned back, and Zhan Weiyang grabbed Chen Youyou’s sleeve and said, “Let’s go check it out tonight.”

       Chen Youyou asked him, “Eating dinner?”

       Zhan Weiyang nodded, “Let’s eat.”

       Chen Youyou said, “Then, I’ll call, my mother in the, afternoon.”

       In the afternoon, Zhan Weiyang also called home. He used a landline and squatted behind the teaching building to make the call secretly. Because the head teacher did not allow them to bring mobile phones to school, he usually turned off the sound and hid them in his school bag.

       The phone rang several times before it was connected. The person who answered the phone was Auntie Luo.

       Zhan Weiyang said, “Auntie Luo, I won’t be back for dinner tonight.”

       Auntie Luo asked him, “Then where are you going to eat?”

       Zhan Weiyang lied, “My classmate invited me to dinner.”

       At this time, Grandma’s voice came from the other side of the phone, “Who is it?”

       Auntie Luo answered Grandma, “Yangyang, he said that his classmates would treat him to dinner tonight, and he wouldn’t be back.”

       Grandma said, “Why isn’t Yangyang back either? No one has come back today at all.”

       Zhan Weiyang heard this and asked Auntie Luo, “Qing ge also not coming back?”

       Auntie Luo responded, “Well, Pei Qing won’t come back either.”

       Zhan Weiyang said ‘Oh’ and then said, “Then I won’t be back either. Goodbye, Auntie Luo.” After saying that, he hung up the phone and still squatted on the ground against the wall. He picked up a fallen leaf from the tree with his fingers. He pinched the leaf stalk and turned it in two circles, thinking that he wondered where Pei Qing would go for dinner in the evening.

       After school in the afternoon, neither Zhan Weiyang nor Chen Youyou wanted to ride a bicycle, so they waited for the bus at the bus stop in front of the school and squeezed in with other students after school.

       At this time every day, the bus would be packed with students leaving school. It was so packed that there was no gap left between people. Even those of shorter stature found it difficult to breathe.

       A short girl stood between Zhan Weiyang and Chen Youyou like a piece of Oreo. The three of them were close together. Neither of them could see her face and could only chat above her head.

       Chen Youyou said, “My mother, scolded me.”

       Zhan Weiyang said, “It’s all my fault.”

       Chen Youyou shook his head, “You, are my brother.”

       Zhan Weiyang said, “You are so nice.” He suddenly thought that everyone was nice to him, including Chen Youyou, his older cousin, Auntie Luo, and his father and grandma. Only Zhan Weiguang was not too nice, but Zhan Weiguang did not bully him; he just did not pay much attention to him.

       After getting off the bus, the two of them walked for seven or eight minutes to find the fast food restaurant, walked in, found an empty table and sat down.

       The fast food restaurant was busy at this time, and although there wasn’t a queue yet, there were almost no empty tables.

       Chen Youyou raised his hand to call the waiter, and Zhan Weiyang was in charge of ordering. After ordering and waiting, the two of them looked together, hoping to find Xie Ling, but unfortunately, they did not see him.

       Zhan Weiyang couldn’t help but ask, “Is this the place?”

       Chen Youyou frowned, “Unless, Xu Yuxuan lied, to us.”

       Both of them felt that Xu Yuxuan would not make up a fast food restaurant to deceive them. Either that or Xie Ling wasn’t coming to work tonight.

       The food came, and when Zhan Weiyang picked up his chopsticks and was about to pick up a sweet and sour pork loin, Chen Youyou suddenly knocked Zhan Weiyang’s chopsticks with his own chopsticks, “Look, Xie Ling is here!”

       Zhan Weiyang quickly raised his head, and sure enough, he saw Xie Ling walking in from the outside. He had changed out of his school uniform, wearing a T-shirt and jeans, with headphones in his ears, and his head was slightly lowered when walking.

       He walked through the lobby of the fast food restaurant and went directly into the kitchen. After a while, he came out with a plastic bag containing a disposable lunch box and left the fast food restaurant in a hurry.

       On the way out, Xie Ling passed by two girls in school uniforms. The two girls looked excited. It seemed like what Xu Yuxuan said; there were girls from their school who came here to eat just to see Xie Ling.

       Zhan Weiyang and Chen Youyou’s seats were close to the window. His eyes followed Xie Ling as he blended into the crowd on the street and hurried forward.

       Chen Youyou said, “He must be, delivering takeout.”

       Zhan Weiyang did not answer.

       Chen Youyou said again, “I wonder if he, will come back after, we finish eating?”

       Zhan Weiyang stared outside blankly, still not answering.

       Chen Youyou said, “Will you, wait for him later? Do you, still want to say, something to him?”

       Zhan Weiyang suddenly stood up.

       Chen Youyou looked at him in surprise, then turned to look outside the window but didn’t see anything.

       Zhan Weiyang looked anxious, couldn’t control himself, and wanted to run outside. He said, “Wait for me. I have something to do.”

       Chen Youyou opened his eyes wide and looked confused, “Where are you going?”

       Zhan Weiyang had already walked outside. He said, “Keep an eye on Xie Ling for me. I’ll be back in a moment.” After saying that, he dodged the two female classmates who were looking for seats and ran out in a hurry.

       It was evening, and there was no sun today. The sky in the distance was simply white amid the hazy grey, and the street lamps on the roadside had already lit up at some point. Their warm orange light illuminated the surroundings.

       This street had many restaurants and shops selling marinated and cooked food. Many young people who had just finished work were searching for restaurants, while middle-aged people were buying dishes from the cooked food shops to take home for their families.

       Zhan Weiyang ran through the crowd, always looking at the slender figure in front of him until, at an intersection, the person in front stopped and waited for a red light. He ran up, stood in front of him, panting heavily, and grabbed the person’s wrist, blurting out, “Gege.”

       Pei Qing was obviously a little surprised and raised his eyebrows.

       Before he could speak, a young woman next to him looked at Zhan Weiyang, smiled and said, “Your little brother?”

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Chapter 19 – Getting Along

February 25, 2024 / / 1 Comment

       Fang Mingyan stepped in at mealtime, and Zhuo Yue happened to come down from upstairs. He was wearing a clean light yellow housecoat with the neckline specially raised to cover up the embarrassing marks on his neck.

       Their eyes met, and the person on the stairs was the first to greet, “You’re back.”

       “Are you asleep?” The man took off his coat and handed it to Zhou Chi.

       “Well, I just woke up.” Zhuo Yue answered naturally.

       Fang Mingyan’s eyes paused on his energetic face, then he moved away quietly and said, “Come over and have a meal.”

       When Zhuo Yue saw the food, his stomach was churning. He managed to take two bites, put down his chopsticks and stood up, “My stomach doesn’t feel good. I’ll be going upstairs first…”

       “Sit down and eat some more with me.” The man spoke with a gentle tone but exuded an undeniable air of insistence.

       Zhuo Yue sat down at the dining table again. Zhou Chi filled another bowl of hot chicken soup and placed it in front of him. He took a symbolic sip and never touched it again.

       Fang Mingyan knew very well that his stomach discomfort was largely due to psychological factors, so he did not force him. He ate slowly, picked up a napkin, wiped his mouth, and said, “Go wash the dishes.”

       Zhuo Yue was a little surprised. Although he had done dishwashing and other chores in Hanguan, he did those things on his own initiative. This was the first time the man asked him to do this. He finished washing absently, and the other party asked him to watch TV together. The NBA basketball game on the screen was exciting, but Zhuo Yue kept finding himself lost in thought, staring blankly at one spot. It wasn’t until 10 o’clock at night that Fang Mingyan allowed him to return to his room to sleep.

       He said he was going to sleep, but in fact, Zhuo Yue couldn’t sleep at all. When the person calmed down, memories of Huang Renbiao’s nauseating face would surface. It felt as if the sensation of his touch still lingered on his body, making him uncomfortable. The bed beneath him seemed to overlap with the dirty mattress in the hotel. Everything he had experienced became torture, like a pair of hands strangling his neck, leaving him breathless. After tossing and turning for who knows how long, he finally drifted off to sleep, only to wake up drenched in cold sweat a few minutes later. He rolled out of bed and abruptly opened the window—the cool breeze that rushed in helped calm his heart. Without turning on the lights, he sat on the couch by the window, staring blankly under the moonlight.

       When Fang Mingyan pushed the door open, what he saw was such a scene. Under the pale moonlight, the windows were wide open, and the night breeze was cold. Zhuo Yue was curled up on the single sofa in thin pyjamas, like a small animal hiding to lick its wounds, looking at him with frightened eyes.

       He turned on the light, walked over and closed the window, put his hands on the armrests of the sofa, and said, “Can’t sleep?”

       Zhuo Yue didn’t expect that he would come to his room at this time. At this moment, he was imprisoned between the man’s body and the sofa. He said awkwardly, “I just… got up to go to the bathroom and saw that the moon is quite bright tonight, so…”

       “So you’re admiring the moon with the windows open at two o’clock in the middle of the night?” Fang Mingyan narrowed his eyes slightly, “You do have a refined taste.”

       This random excuse was simply ridiculous. Zhuo Yue searched in his head for a long time but couldn’t think of a reasonable cover-up, so he had to remain silent.

       “I remember telling you to call me when you can’t sleep or wake up from nightmares.” The man looked at him with his dark eyes.

       He lowered his head and said softly, “I don’t want to disturb your rest.”

       Fang Mingyan sighed helplessly, carried him back to the bed with his long arms, and then lay down next to him. Seeing Zhuo Yue propping himself up with his elbows, staring at him wide-eyed, Fang Mingyan couldn’t help but chuckle. “That expression… Are you afraid I might take the opportunity to do something to you?”

       “…I can sleep alone.” He said embarrassedly.

       “From the time I left at noon to just now, did you sleep alone for more than half an hour?” The man choked him with one sentence, and he grabbed Zhuo Yue’s arm that supported his body and yanked him. Zhuo Yue, who had lost his support, lay down on his side and gave way to the other party a little awkwardly.

       This was originally just a single bed, and it was a bit crowded with two men lying on it. Zhuo Yue almost rolled off the bed as he leaned out like this. Fang Mingyan quickly grabbed his waist and pushed him inward, causing his body to press closer to him, and Zhuo Yue’s face suddenly turned red. He didn’t know what to say, so he just lowered his head and shrank into the quilt.

       “Zhuo Yue.”

       Hearing the man calling him, Zhuo Yue raised his face slightly, and their lips almost touched each other at that moment. Their breathing mingled, and his handsome face was close at hand. Their eyes met each other, and those eyes were staring at him like stars scattered with soft light on a dark night, making him unable to take his gaze away.

       In the quiet room, there was only the slight sound of the clock on the wall. Minute by minute, this ambiguity crossed my mind.

       This closeness, so close that they could see themselves reflected in each other’s pupils, so close that they could feel the slightest breeze when blinking, so close that even without doing anything, their heartbeats would become erratic due to the gaze.

       At that moment, in Fang Mingyan’s dark eyes, some suppressed emotions seemed to be breaking out of the cocoon.

       Little by little, closer.

       Zhuo Yue’s eyes trembled, and he slowly closed them.

       He thought it would be a kiss.

       However, the kiss did not fall after all.

       Zhuo Yue heard a chuckle. He opened his eyes, looked at the smiling man in front of him, and turned away awkwardly.

       The lights went out, and the room became dark again. Fang Mingyan stretched out his hand to hug him from behind, and his voice behind his ear was gentle and pleasant, “Sleep at ease. I’m here to accompany you.”

       “I won’t be able to sleep like this…” he said, his cheeks burning.

       “Close your eyes.” The man behind him held his waist and let him lean against him. His voice became softer and softer. “Do you know the legend of the Knight Doll? For children who often have nightmares, they can place a doll at the head of their bed. Every night, it will transform into a knight while you’re asleep, fighting off the nightmares for you.” He paused and said softly, “I can be your Knight Doll.”

       His heart skipped a beat. Zhuo Yue moved his lips but made no sound.

       The long eyelashes covered his eyes, and the warm breath fell on his neck, making him calm down. As if he had been enchanted, his heartbeat began to slowly sync up, and his chest rose and fell with the rhythm of the man’s breathing. Time and space have become a blurred background, as if floating in the boundless universe, with only the person hugging him behind him, accompanying, tolerating and protecting him. He finally relaxed completely and allowed himself to sink into the warm chest behind him.

       When Zhuo Yue woke up the next morning, the man had left. He sat on the bed for a moment, then got up and went downstairs.

       For several nights, Fang Mingyan slept with him like this and then left quietly. His company seemed to have some magic power, allowing Zhuo Yue to sleep peacefully. The scars on his body slowly disappeared, and he began to stop thinking about that incident, trying to put it behind him.

       At dinner on Monday, Fang Mingyan cut the steak and handed the plate to Zhuo Yue, saying, “Nick will be here tonight. His training will last two hours and end at eleven o’clock.”

       Zhuo Yue paused, raised his face and smiled, “Actually, Chairman Fang doesn’t have to spend time with me. I can already sleep peacefully.” He looked directly at the other person and said calmly, “It’s not appropriate for me to stay here all the time. I can already go back to work. Plus, delaying the signed contract job will also bring negative impacts to the company.”

       Their gazes met, and the man fell silent for a moment before saying, “Okay, I’ll have Shen Luo arrange your schedule.”

       “Thank you.” Zhuo Yue put the beef into his mouth.

       It was a tender and juicy steak, but it didn’t taste very good.

       He didn’t sleep at all that night, watching the dark sky light up little by little.

       Zhuo Yue started working after moving back.

       The shoot was for a series of high-end fashion brand advertisements. However, Zhuo Yue had been off his game the entire time. They shot for a full hour, but not a single photo satisfied the photographer, Liu Hua. They had worked together before, so Liu Hua was well aware of Zhuo Yue’s capabilities. Today’s situation surprised him, so he decided to stop and pulled Zhuo Yue aside, asking, “What’s going on? You seem tense today.”

       Zhuo Yue glanced at the dark camera in his hand and lowered his eyes, “I haven’t been feeling well lately.”

       “Drink some water and take a rest.”

       He nodded and entered the bathroom. He closed the compartment door, frowned tightly, leaned against the door panel, pulled off his tie, and raised his face in pain and helplessness. Every time he looked at the camera, that nightmare seemed to come back. He told himself over and over again that everything was over, but it was all in vain. In front of the camera, he felt uncontrollable panic.

       This panic made him stiff and trembled uncontrollably, his heartbeats seeming irregular, making it impossible for him to focus and complete the expressions and movements required.

       He tried his best to control himself.

       However, this forced effort led to even more serious consequences. During the afternoon TV drama shoot, as the camera approached, his mind went blank, and a nauseating feeling arose in his throat. He dry heaved and pushed away the person beside him, almost causing the actress he was acting with to fall down the stairs. He apologised repeatedly, but after the shoot, he couldn’t hold it in anymore and vomited. Lin Hui watched with concern, patting his back while saying, “Ge, you’re still not well. Let’s take another break…”

       “No need.” He said in a low voice with a face full of exhaustion, “It’s okay, let’s go.”

       Lin Hui had no choice but to send him back to his apartment.

       After a few days, Zhuo Yue’s condition seemed to improve. Although he still appeared somewhat stiff during filming, his overall mental state seemed to have improved, and there was a sparkle back in his eyes. Lin Hui breathed a sigh of relief; he had been tasked by the big boss Fang to report on Zhuo Yue’s condition regularly. Upon hearing that Zhuo Yue had returned to normal, the boss didn’t intervene further.

       It wasn’t until a month later, when Auntie Yang secretly called Lin Hui to the corner and handed him a crumpled piece of paper, that he realised that things were not as simple as he imagined.

       Aunt Yang was a part-time worker hired by the company for Zhuo Yue. She came here at the same time every day to cook and clean. This paper ball containing two small medicine bottles was found in the trash can. One of them was a sleeping pill; the other was a psychotropic drug, all of which were empty.

       Lin Hui’s eyes felt dark, and he was thinking about how to speak when he heard Zhuo Yue’s voice coming from behind him.

       “Ah Hui.”

       “Yue ge.” He turned around, spread his hands and asked, “What’s with these two bottles of medicine?”

       Zhuo Yue did not answer the question but spoke slowly, “You are the person closest to me. I have always treated you as a younger brother, and I hope you can treat me as an older brother and stand by my side.”

       “Of course, I will stand on your side, but I can’t ignore your health. I must tell Chairman Fang about your medication.”

       “Lin Hui!” Zhuo Yue grabbed his arm as he reached for his phone and said urgently, “Have you ever thought about what will happen if he finds out? I have just gained a little popularity now. If he decides to stop me, I will never have a chance again. You’re my assistant, and if I get sidelined again, there’s a good chance you’ll be reassigned to work with other artists.”

       He stood there, hesitated for a moment, then put the phone back into his pocket and said worriedly, “But where did these medicines come from? Have you seen a doctor?”

       “I know my body very well.” Zhuo Yue lowered his eyes and said, “You have also seen that the medicine is very effective, and my condition has recovered.”

       Lin Hui sighed, “Ge, if you feel unwell, you must tell me as soon as possible. Don’t keep it by yourself.”

       “Yeah.” Zhuo Yue responded.

       However, these medicines could not fundamentally solve the problem. Zhuo Yue’s weight began to decline, and he became increasingly silent, irritable, and dizzy. He spent long periods alone in corners, finding it harder and harder to concentrate. Dialogues he could usually remember in one go now required repeated rehearsal. He needed medication every day to maintain sleep, and on nights with night shoots, he often didn’t sleep for several consecutive nights

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Chapter 37 – The Bloom (1)

February 23, 2024 / / 0 Comments

       Moschery was sitting in the garden. It was rare for him to have half a day free. He only wore a simple shirt and trousers and no mask. Zhongyan lay beside him; his wings and back were still covered with rhinestones, shining brightly in the sun.

       The Emperor lowered his head and wrote the letter. The dragon was not very well-behaved. The light reflected from the rhinestones on his body dazzled the letter paper. Moschery said coldly with a gloomy face, “Can’t you just be a quiet ugly dragon?”

       Zhongyan snorted, and he turned around angrily, facing the emperor with his butt instead.

       “…” Moschery was angry, “You tsundere my foot! Tsundere?! Turn your face to me!”

 

       The hottest topic on All Universe 818 these days was about the future Queen. Lin Dongliang’s public relations and media skills were always excellent. Whether through images, videos, or text, he could depict the Emperor and Queen’s emotions in a lingering and heart-wrenching way.

       Of course, Qin Yun’s status as a low-level guide had also been questioned. The majority of people didn’t look favourably on it, and there were people who lamented that His Majesty the Emperor was truly romantic or his eyes were blinded by shit.

       Butler Ba Jin took the delivered formal wear and turned around to see Moschery glaring at the tablet with an ominous expression. The Emperor’s fingers were sliding very fast, and the old man couldn’t help but worry about whether the LCD screen could withstand it…

       “Your Majesty.” Ba Jin tried to divert the Emperor’s attention, “The clothes are here. Do you want to try them on?”

       Moschery raised his head and glanced at it perfunctorily, “Yes.” He paused, put down the tablet and ordered, “Show me the white one.”

 

       Qin Yun’s outfits were elegant and exquisite. Moschery carefully checked the details before showing a slightly satisfied look. He suddenly thought of something and asked Ba Jin, “Have the invitations been written?”

       Old butler, “I’ve written most of it, and I’ll finish it in a few days.”

       Moschery nodded, “Give me a few, and I’ll write them.”

       Ba Jin was a little surprised as to why the Emperor would make such a request, but he didn’t ask any more questions and sent over several unopened invitations that night.

       The stiff gold-coloured paper was simple and straightforward, not overly decorated with anything other than the names of the two men.

       Moschery leaned on the desk, holding a pen and writing slowly in the blank space.

       Zhongyan rarely obeyed and lay down at his feet with his belly turned over. The luminous lamp on the table softened the Emperor’s quiet and focused profile.

 

       The first to locate Bixi was Tristana. The female general, looking dishevelled, chased after ‘Little Bixi’ for almost a kilometre before finally stopping her on horseback.

       Bixi was petite and looked like a half-grown child from a distance when riding a tall horse. Apart from her long silver hair, her face revealed no signs of age.

       Tristana thought with tears streaming down her face… It was not wrong at all to call her little Bixi!

       Bixi didn’t seem surprised that Tristana would come looking for her. She glanced around and raised her eyebrows, “Where is my little Rainbow Dash?”

       “…” Tristana wanted to complain about the nicknames of this family, but she still held back, “I’ll call him right away! Lord… ah no, Little Bixi!”

       “He asked you to call me Little Bixi?” Bixi frowned and sighed helplessly, “This child is still naughty when he grows up.”

       Tristana felt happy and was about to change to call her Auntie when she heard the other party say calmly.

       “Good girl.” Bixi smiled amiably, “Just call me Sister.”

       Tristana: “…”

 

       When Qin Yun saw the hundreds of horses behind Bixi, his expression was as wonderful as it could be. He held his forehead and said, “You really gathered a massive army for this rendezvous… How old are you? Don’t you remember the time when you threw your back out while walking the horse the year I left?!”

       “How long has that been…” Bixi complained vehemently, “Why do you remember it so firmly?”

       Qin Yun was angry but found it laughable, “You think everyone is like you, living longer and ageing backwards!” He took a few steps forward to lead the horse Bixi was riding and hugged his adoptive mother off the horse like a little girl.

       “You have grown too big.” Bixi supported Qin Yun’s shoulders, “You are not as cute as you were when you were a child.”

       Qin Yun rolled his eyes, “I’m really sorry.”

       Bixi: “As I get older, my skin is not as good as before, and I have crow’s feet now1Crow’s feet is the common name given to wrinkles which appear at the side of the eyes, stretching out towards the temples..”

       “…” Qin Yun: “That’s enough!”

 

       In the end, it took the combined efforts of the four to drive all the horses into the stables. Qin Yun seriously wondered how Bixi could walk so many horses…

       “Keep them loose, with Black Pearl watching over.” Black Pearl is Bixi’s spiritual link, a black Arabian horse. She looked at Qin Yun, “Can’t you see it?”

       Qin Yun’s expression froze. He didn’t want to reveal the secret so quickly, but it was obvious that he couldn’t hide it.

       “Something happened on the battlefield…” Qin Yun lowered her head and did not dare to look into Bixi’s eyes, “I was injected with a brain nerve-destroying agent.”

       Bixi frowned, but she didn’t seem to have an overly worried look on her face. She just asked, “How long have you been like this?”

       Qin Yun: “It’s been more than a month.”

       Bixi didn’t speak, and the whites of her eyes gradually turned dark grey silver, which slowly faded away after a while, “What does it feel like?”

       “?” Qin Yun said sluggishly, “What does what feel like?”

       Bixi’s expression became subtle. She took a deep look at Qin Yun and suddenly asked, “I heard you are getting married?”

       Qin Yun was stunned for a moment, then reacted and stuttered with a blush, “Yeah, that’s right…”

       Bixi laughed and patted Qin Yun’s back gently, “Come on, tell me what kind of person he is.”

 

       The three people who were accustomed to living in the Imperial Capital had not enjoyed such a pristine night for a long time. An endless expanse of green grassland, the silvery moonlight spread all over the sky and the ground. The night breeze swept through, creating layers of undulating grass waves in the dimly lit surroundings.

       Herds of cattle and sheep rested in the distance in twos and threes, and a few over-energetic ponies chased each other. Bixi cooked goat’s milk wine and lit a bonfire in front of the yurt.

       Tristana dozed off under the warm firelight, and Chen Xiao stretched out his hand to hug her into his arms.

       Bixi poured a glass of goat’s milk wine and handed it to Qin Yun, “Is he good to you?”

       Qin Yun didn’t know what to say. He pondered for a long time, thinking about the first time he met Moschery. His Majesty the Emperor threw him into the sky like a gymnastic ball. Although he always called him trash, he never really left him behind.

       They had accompanied each other step by step to reach this point. Even if the final outcome wasn’t perfect, Qin Yun was still Moschery’s only guide.

       Bixi observed his expression, sighed softly, and carefully chose her words, “There may be just such a person in the world with whom you can face bitter failures or sufferings and share warmth and joy as well as happiness, through every day, month, and year…” After a pause, she slowly said, “Their last lifetime.”

       Qin Yun was speechless. He only felt that his heart was sore and full, and countless emotions seemed to be surging to the point of pouring out.

       Bixi’s expression was gentle. She reached out and touched the end of Qin Yun’s hair, “I think you have found such a person.”

 

       The first thing Moschery did when he woke up early in the morning was to stuff the invitation he had written in the evening into the mouth of the large electronic bird. Zhongyan watched curiously as the emerald green bird fluttered its wings and flew away. It couldn’t help but stretch out his paws and pounced a few times. The bird flew very nimbly between its paws and finally circled a few times and flew out of the window.

       The giant dragon stared at the bird’s shadow somewhat lonelyly. It hummed a few times, put the dragon’s head on its paws, and lazily raised its eyelids.

       “I know you miss him.” Moschery, in a rare moment not mocking Zhongyan’s behaviour. He stretched out his hand and pressed the dragon’s head hard, “I miss him too.”

 

       Dongliang didn’t react when he received the landing request from Olympus. He read it several times before confirming that the other party was indeed here for a peaceful visit.

       Skarter frowned, “Why are they here now? I thought after the Eta Star incident, they and the Empire had completely fallen out.”

       Lin Dongliang’s face didn’t look good either. After all, he and Skarter had suffered a lot for this matter before, and now they were still frightened after thinking about it.

       “Congratulations on His Majesty’s upcoming wedding.” Lin Dongliang glanced at Moschery, “That’s the banner they’re flying.”

       The Emperor smiled sarcastically, “Coming uninvited, thick-skinned indeed.”

       Lin Dongliang asked, “Do you want to refuse?”

       “It’s not necessary.” Moschery adjusted his cuffs slowly, with a contemptuous expression on his face, “Since they dare to come, there is no reason for me not to answer them. Want to make a scene?”

       The Emperor’s face darkened, and he said viciously, “It still depends on whether they are qualified.”

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Chapter 35 – Wan Mingguang

February 22, 2024 / / 0 Comments

       The oil lamps in the ancestral hall were still burning and dancing. There was only this little light in the huge space, and the corners around the ancestral hall were plunged into darkness.

       At times like that, such darkness inevitably instilled fear, as one never knew what might be lurking in the dark corners.

       The only thing that made Song Jun feel at ease was that Xia Hongshen was still holding his hand.

       The knocking on the window just now stopped, and the surroundings had become quiet again, and no sound could be heard. Before Song Jun could breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly heard ‘knock-knock-knock’ sounds from windows in all directions at the same time.

       Song Jun suddenly held Xia Hongshen’s hand tightly. He was scared. It was difficult for him to imagine what was or how many things were outside, and they seemed to be trapped in this ancestral hall.

       However, Xia Hongshen still looked calm. Even if he heard many knocks on the window at the same time, he did not seem to be panicked at all. By this time, both Long Xing and Feng Junyuan’s expressions had both turned pale.

       There was still thick fog outside, and they couldn’t see anything clearly. They didn’t know what they would encounter if they stepped out of the ancestral hall.

       Xia Hongshen pondered for a moment, then walked back to the oil lamp and reached out to pick up the wick. Song Jun was startled and wanted to stop him. However, before the words came out, when Xia Hongshen’s finger was about to touch the oil lamp, the oil lamp suddenly went out.

       As the oil lamp went out, their vision fell into darkness, and the continuous knocking on the window suddenly stopped.

       Song Jun didn’t scream; maybe he was too scared, but he couldn’t remember how to react for a while.

       “Long Xing,” Song Jun heard Xia Hongshen beside him say in a deep voice, “flashlight.”

       Long Xing was not far away from them and responded, “Oh, okay.”

       There was a rummaging over there, and it seemed that Long Xing was looking for a flashlight. He soon found it, made a soft click, and pressed the flashlight switch, but it didn’t light up.

       Suddenly, there was someone beside Song Jun who took his left hand, and then he heard Feng Junyuan’s voice next to him, “Is it broken?”

       Song Jun breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that Feng Junyuan’s hand was cold, and he guessed that he was probably feeling scared, so he took the initiative to hold his hand.

       Long Xing responded, “Yeah, it seems to be broken. Wait a minute, I’ll look for the lighter in my backpack.”

       He continued to rummage through his backpack in the darkness.

       Xi Anling was still standing by the door, urging uneasily, “Hurry up.”

       Long Xing was a little anxious because of her urging and said, “Don’t worry, I remember it’s in this bag.” After a moment, he said happily, “I found it.”

       ‘Click’ Long Xing lit the lighter, and the light returned to the ancestral hall instantly. However, the flame lasted less than a second and then went out immediately.

       In that extremely brief moment of light, Song Jun discovered something that instantly froze the blood in his body. He saw Feng Junyuan standing next to a window, looking in the direction of Long Xing, not by his side at all.

       At the same time, Song Jun also heard Xi Anling scream. The girl’s voice was slightly shrill, especially scary in the silence. She said, “Song Jun, who is next to you?”

       Click, click, click. Long Xing continued to try the lighter in his hand, but it couldn’t light up.

       Who was next to Song Jun? He didn’t even know who it was. All he knew was that he was still holding that hand, as cold and stiff as a dead person.

       Who was holding his left hand? Who was holding his right hand? Who was Long Xing? Who was Feng Junyuan? What was this place? Which of what he saw and heard was true? Which one was fake?

       Song Jun couldn’t tell the difference anymore. He shook off the hand being held, not just his left hand, but also the hand holding Xia Hongshen on the right. He began to panic and tried to escape and stumbled a few steps. His body hit the altar table, and because of the heavy impact, the spiritual tablets placed on it fell to the ground with a crackle.

       “Song Jun,” someone grabbed his arm and called his name.

       Song Jun tried to break away in panic, “Who are you?”

       However, the man’s hand was very strong, and he could not break free. He heard the man say to him, “I am Xia Hongshen.”

       “Senior Brother Xia?” Song Jun murmured.

       Xia Hongshen said, “It’s me; don’t be afraid.”

       Next, Xia Hongshen put his arms around his shoulders and held him in his arms.

       Song Jun could feel the warmth of Xia Hongshen’s embrace. His head rested on his shoulder, and he opened his arms to hug him. His chest was pressed tightly together. He could feel Xia Hongshen’s heartbeat.

       He finally relaxed himself and slowly closed his eyes.

       …

       “Cousin.”

       Song Jun was stunned; who was talking?

       “Cousin?” The voice sounded above him again.

       Xia Hongshen? Song Jun opened his eyes and suddenly found that the surroundings became brighter. He raised his head and saw the person holding him in front of him. He was shocked to find that this person was not Xia Hongshen.

       “Cousin? What’s wrong with you?” The man was still calling him.

       Song Jun asked in confusion, “Who are you?”

       The man smiled, “What’s wrong with you? I’m your cousin. How come you don’t recognise me in the blink of an eye?”

       “Cousin?” Song Jun repeated and then asked, “Who am I?”

       The man’s laughter was endearing, “You are Wan Mingguang. What’s wrong? You don’t even recognise yourself after staying abroad?”

       Wan Mingguang? That’s right, he is not Song Jun. He is Wan Mingguang. He was the eldest son of the Wan family. His family was the richest landowner in these dozens of miles, and this entire mountain belonged to his Wan family.

       He lifted his head and found himself inside Wan’s ancestral hall. Right, he had brought an oil lamp from outside, rumoured to be a celadon lamp from Ru kiln1is a famous and extremely rare type of Chinese pottery from the Song dynasty, produced for the imperial court for a brief period around 1100.. He personally placed the oil lamp on the ancestral altar in the hall, then knelt down, sincerely offering a stick of incense to their ancestors.

       However, after Wan Mingguang successfully returned to his hometown, less than five years later, the Japanese invaded. That year, the entire villager was driven to the Wanjia Ancestral Hall by the Japanese, who wanted to burn them all to death.

       The whole villager knelt inside the ancestral hall. When they saw the Japanese setting up firewood and pouring diesel on them outside, no one dared to stand up and resist.

       Wan Mingguang was kneeling in the crowd. His chest was heaving violently because of his anger. One of his hands was bleeding when he pinched it. He was so angry that he wanted to stand up, but his cousin held his hand.

       His cousin shook his head at him. Those Japanese had guns, and if he dared to stand up, the first one would be killed.

       It was not that they didn’t want to resist; it was that they were powerless in the face of the black hole of gunfire.

       A Japanese man picked up the oil lamp on the altar table and threw it towards the firewood. The lamp did not break and quickly ignited the firewood.

       The people in the ancestral hall started to riot. No one wanted to be burned alive. However, no one expected that the ignited firewood would not ignite the entire ancestral hall, but instead, as if there were evil spirits, the flames rushed toward the Japanese.

       The Japanese’s whole body was quickly ignited by fire. Even if they tried to run down the mountain and rolled on the ground, they could not extinguish the fire on their bodies. The people in this village watched as this group of Japanese were burned alive by the fire in front of them.

       “The ancestors are showing up!” someone shouted loudly.

       Everyone in the village knelt and kowtowed to the ancestral tablets.

       Wan Mingguang stood up and walked to the darkened firewood, picked up the oil lamp, wiped it carefully with the hem of his clothes, and then placed it back on the altar table with his hands high.

       Then he knelt down and kowtowed three times respectfully.

       From that day on, the whole village respected this oil lamp as a god and passed it down from generation to generation to keep the lamp burning forever.

       However, things changed, and more than twenty years later, Wan Mingguang was tied up in this ancestral hall. The young people surrounded him and condemned him because he was the son of a landlord and a remnant of feudalism. There was a sign around his neck and a hat on his head. Someone was chanting his accusations loudly, and another was pressing his head to the ground. His forehead was rubbed on the ground until it was stained with blood.

       He saw his cousin also standing in the crowd, who could not bear to look at him but did not dare to stand up and say a word.

       The charges were announced, and he was surrounded by those young people who punched and kicked him. This condemnation was his last experience, and in this instance, looked at the oil lamp on the altar table in front of him and breathed his last.

       He was not willing to give in. How could he be willing to do so? It was the oil lamp he brought back that saved the lives of the whole village, but these young people whipped and beat him mercilessly, causing him to die without dignity. He would never be able to rest in peace forever.

       Wan Mingguang died, and at the same time, the light of the oil lamp began to dim slowly and slowly. Until twenty years ago, the oil lamp was completely extinguished. The villagers tried many methods and added more lamp oil, but the lamps were not lit anymore.

       The day after the oil lamp went out, two young people in the village had an accident and drowned while playing in the river.

       People in Wanjia Village began to panic, thinking that the boy’s accident was related to the extinguishing of the oil lamp. To this end, the villagers invited a famous medium from a nearby village to ask the gods. After communicating with the ‘gods’ in the ancestral hall, the medium told them that they had to use young people as sacrifices and human oil as lamp oil to light the oil lamps again.

       The villagers were sceptical. Someone added the body oil of the dead boy to the lamp oil, and sure enough, the lamp was lit again.

       This oil lamp couldn’t be extinguished. Once the oil lamp was extinguished, the whole village would suffer. These were the words left by the medium before she left.

       The whole village sat around and discussed for several days and nights, and finally decided to select a young man from the whole village as a sacrifice every year and use their body fat as lamp oil to keep the lamp alive.

       In order to provide sacrifices and, at the same time to maintain the continuity of descendants, people in the village strive to have more sons. As long as they were not selected as sacrifices after their age, they could grow up safely…

       …

       “Song Jun?” Feng Junyuan squatted next to Song Jun and gently reached out to pat his face.

       Song Jun was still unconscious. He suddenly fainted after being held in Xia Hongshen’s arms. Xia Hongshen put him on the ground, but he never woke up.

       Before they knew it, the sky outside had begun to turn white, and the fog seemed to have dissipated.

       At this time, there were many footsteps outside the ancestral hall, and someone shouted loudly, “What the hell! How dare you run wild in the Wanjia Ancestral Hall! Get out of here!”

       Xi Anling looked out from the crack in the door and saw villagers holding flashlights in their hands and others carrying wooden sticks and hatchets, gathering outside the ancestral hall.

       Someone wanted to break in but was stopped by the old man at the front. He said that he would not desecrate the ancestral hall and told everyone inside to get out.

       “What should we do?” Xi Anling said, “We are surrounded.”

       At this time, Feng Junyuan shouted, “Song Jun is awake.”

       Song Jun slowly opened his eyes and looked at Feng Junyuan squatting in front of him.

       Xia Hongshen turned to look at him and said, “He is not Song Jun.”

       Feng Junyuan was stunned, and then he saw Song Jun’s eyes glowing red and grabbed his neck.

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Chapter 36 – The Road (3)

February 20, 2024 / / 0 Comments

       The Crested Ibis stopped among the mountains, its fiery red wings shining in the sun. Chen Xiao reset the coordinates and looked up at Tristana, who was lying on the wing basking in the sun.

       “The royal family’s support will arrive in the afternoon. If we leave at night, we can reach our destination at noon the day after tomorrow.” Chen Xiao asked, “When do you want to leave?”

       After a long while, Tristana replied lazily, “You fly the aircraft, and drive the road. Why are you asking me.”

       “Then we’ll set off at night.” Chen Xiao said without hesitation.

       Tristana snorted and murmured, “You’ve already thought about it, and you still want to ask me…”

       Chen Xiao raised his eyebrows. He stood under the wing, folded his arms and said calmly, “I’m just looking for an excuse.”

       Tristana: “?”

       Chen Xiao: “To talk to the person I love.”

       “…” Tristana blushed and gritted her teeth, “Cheesy! Scumbag!”

 

       Qin Yun placed several familiar weapons on the ground to practice assembly and disassembly and was immersed in his work. Suddenly, the cry of an electronic bird came from above his head, and an emerald fax bird flew above. Qin Yun raised his face and smiled.

       Moschery’s handwriting was neat, and every stroke appeared to be extremely earnest.

       “Don’t let yourself get hurt.” The Emperor’s beginning was simple and clear, “I have sent an escort for you. Remember to hide at the back when encountering problems. Don’t rush to the front like a fool.”

       Qin Yun: “…”

       “Think of me every day.” With a vacant line, Moschery wrote, “Think more seriously, don’t do it half-heartedly.”

       Qin Yun couldn’t laugh or cry. He hadn’t expected that when Moschery said he wrote cheesy stuff, it wasn’t just a polite remark. It was really foul to write the letter like a love letter.

       His Majesty the Emperor continued to write, “Zhongyan misses you very much. He plays with the crystal bones you made every day. I really want you to see how stupid he looks now, how stupid he can be.”

       “…” Qin Yun imagined that scene, and his shoulders twitched as he couldn’t help laughing. He simply lay down on the grass, raised the letter above his head and read it slowly.

       One-fifth of Moschery’s letter was used to inform him of the situation and to tell him not to do this or do that. The remaining four-fifths were either words of love or nagging.

       Qin Yun had witnessed the Emperor Majesty’s peculiar side as a ‘friend to women(?)’…

       “Today, I actually saw Skarter knitting a scarf for Lin Dongliang.” Moschery said in the letter, “He also said that he has no way to control his body temperature and that he has to rely on external objects to keep his cold neck warm in winter… What about me? Scarves are all over the streets, and he won’t buy one. Lin Dongliang wearing the ugly one he knitted would be a sight!’”

       Then, the Emperor’s writing seemed to become hesitant. He scribbled and revised it for a long time before finally asking, “Are you afraid of the cold in winter? What colour do you like for your scarf?”

 

       The mountain breeze was gentle, and the sunlight dappled through the branches and fell on the grass carpet. Qin Yun couldn’t help but cover his face with the letter paper, and his nose was filled with the fragrance of ink.

       After a long time, he turned over and sat up, carefully folding Moschery’s letter into his arms.

 

       Since Berlin was grounded, the Cabinet’s actions have obviously become much lesser. The Emperor’s statement that he wanted to find out who attacked the Queen’s spacecraft was obviously not just a talk. If he really wanted to peel off the cocoon layer by layer, the consequences would definitely be disastrous.

       The Cabinet finally panicked.

       First, they publicly issued a statement in support of the Emperor’s wedding, and then the royal family took back Skarter’s military power on the grounds that they needed to send someone to escort the Queen back to his mother’s home for a visit.

       When everything was settled, Berlin was finally released from being grounded two days later.

       His Majesty the Emperor once again graciously visited the residence of the Prime Minister. The Iron Lady’s expression was extremely unpleasant. She stared coldly at Moschery’s face, “Are you satisfied this time, Your Majesty?”

       Moschery nodded indifferently, “I hope you can keep up, Madam.” He waved his hand to signal the withdrawal of the guard.

       “The wedding will be held as planned when Qin Yun comes back.” Moschery ordered in a calm tone, “Please give my Queen a bigger red envelope. After all, this is only a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”

       Berlin: “…”

 

       Although Paulie stayed on the Crested Ibis as a captive, her treatment was obviously much better. Tristana and Chen Xiao didn’t take her seriously at all, and the only one who looked the weakest was actually the most difficult to deal with…

       When Paulie started crying again, Qin Yun had no choice but to acknowledge that this child might be made of water…

       “We won’t do anything to you.” Qin Yun touched his head in embarrassment, “You can go back if you want… Should I ask the escort to take you away?”

       Paulie was sobbing and wiping tears, “How could I still have the nerve to go back… Averio must have expelled me…”

       Qin Yun: “Then you can go to the military headquarters. You are so capable. The military has always been in short supply of high-level guides.”

       Paulie lowered her head and cried silently, giving people the illusion that she wished she could cry forever…

       Qin Yun sighed helplessly and frowned, “You are embarrassing Averio like this. As the guide’s representative, is crying the only thing you can do?”

       Paulie probably didn’t expect that the other party would say harsh words. She was stunned on the spot, with wet tears still on her face.

       Qin Yun said with a cold expression, “The country doesn’t want to see the academy raised a trash like you. There are no tears on the battlefield. If you fail, your life will be lost. Do you understand?”

       Paulie subconsciously sat upright, not daring to cry anymore. She looked at the other person with a blank look and nodded after hesitating for a long time. Qin Yun finally eased his expression. He left the food for Paulie and walked out alone.

       Tristana leaned against the door and smiled when she saw him coming out, “Nice momentum.”

       Qin Yun didn’t expect to be looked at by her, and he was a little embarrassed. Just when she was about to say a few polite words, she heard the female general sigh, “Finally, you have the Queen’s aura. His Majesty is really good at teaching you. Not bad.”

       Qin Yun: “…”

 

       Under the protection of the escort, the Crested Ibis arrived at Horqin Grassland at noon on the third day. However, when they arrived at Qin Yun, they discovered that their thinking was too simple… The grassland was so big and they didn’t even know where Bixi is?!

       “Let’s find a yurt1A yurt or ger is a portable, round tent covered and insulated with skins or felt and traditionally used as a dwelling by several distinct nomadic groups in the steppes and mountains of Inner Asia first.” Chen Xiao suggested, “People have to live somewhere.”

       Tristana couldn’t help but start arguing with him again, “You are stupid! Thousands of yurts all have the same shapes, do you think you this is a spot the difference game?!”

       Chen Xiao was dissatisfied, “Do you not understand the road is right under your nose2Prose written by Taiwanese famous prose writer Zhang Xiaofeng? Do you think your mouth can be used for other purposes besides eating?”

       Tristana was furious, “I’m going to bite you, you idiot! It’s a pity that I only have one mouth to curse you, and that’s not enough!”

       Qin Yun: “…”

 

       The two argued for a long time with no result, and finally, Qin Yun came up with an idea.

       “I think the one with the most horses should be Bixi’s house.” He found several of the largest horse farms and marked them, “We can search for these places separately… We can just meet up with each other after we find Bixi.” ”

       “But…if you find her first, don’t call her Aunt or Auntie.” Qin Yun said with an extremely serious expression.

       Tristana and Chen Xiao looked at each other, “Why?”

       Qin Yun: “We can’t call her old anyway…”

       Tristana was a little curious, “You didn’t call her mom before?”

       Qin Yun said in horror, “Of course not…she will kill me.”

       “…” Chen Xiao, “Then what did you call her?”

       Qin Yun struggled for a while, then reluctantly said, “…Little Bixi.”

       Tristana: “…”

       Chen Xiao: “…”

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Sorry…  I’ve been as busy as a dog at the bank recently… The news about the adjustment of national interest rates is reported every day… I really can’t spare the time to type… The outline is all written…

Qin Yun will be able to regain his guide ability in five chapters. I will try my best to keep updating daily…maybe the number of words will be smaller…just think of it as a way to save money ORZ

Notes:
Qin Yun was actually telling them not to call Bixi 阿姨(Ai) : woman of similar age to one’s parents or 伯母(bomu) : polite form of address for a woman who is about the age of one’s mother
Anything but a name that indicated Bixi is old, kek

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Chapter 34 – Lamp Oil

February 19, 2024 / / 0 Comments

       Thousand Years Lamp’s wick?

       All the legends about the Thousand Years Lamp Song Jun heard were from Xia Hongshen. He had no idea what the Thousand Years Lamp really was, and, in truth, he didn’t have much desire to find out either.

       What he was a little afraid of was whether Xia Hongshen would leave the mortal world and return to heaven after finding all the Thousand Years Lamp, and then he would be left alone.

       It was neither too early nor too late at this time, so Xia Hongshen said it would be better to take a nap first and wait until tomorrow.

       Song Jun lay back on the bed, feeling a little uneasy.

       Unexpectedly, Xia Hongshen lay beside him and suddenly put his arms around him.

       Long Xing returned to the bed beside the bed and had no intention of returning to the bed to sleep. Feng Junyuan’s body was pressed against the wall motionless, but he must not have fallen asleep that quickly.

       Xia Hongshen held his shoulders, let him rest his head on his chest, and stroked his hair.

       Song Jun wanted to push him away, but it was too quiet around him, and he didn’t have the nerve to make too much noise. Moreover, he was indeed frightened, but now, leaning on Xia Hongshen made him feel at ease.

       Just like that, Song Jun fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes. When he woke up again, it was already dawn.

       Xia Hongshen was still lying next to him, hugging his shoulders, and Feng Junyuan slept like a child, with his head on his back.

       Song Jun sat up, waking Feng Junyuan, who opened his eyes with a bewildered expression. Xia Hongshen, on the other hand, seemed to have been awake all along. After Song Jun sat up, he also got up.

       They brushed their teeth and washed their face. The water on the mountain was made from snow-melted streams, which was bone-chillingly cold.

       For breakfast, each person had one steamed bun, and they weren’t even provided with pickled vegetables. Song Jun squatted in the courtyard, nibbling on the steamed bun, and pondered that the village secretary probably couldn’t wait to send them away.

       After breakfast, Long Xing called Lü Hai and the others and said that a car had been sent up the mountain. Two cars and a trailer had arrived at about noon to take them down the mountain together.

       Since there was nothing else to do in the morning, Xia Hongshen told Secretary Wang that they would go out for a walk.

       Of course Secretary Wang agreed and even offered to let his eldest son accompany them for a walk in the village.

       Xia Hongshen didn’t refuse, so Secretary Wang called his eldest son out.

       His eldest son was 17 or 18 years old, and his name was Wang Dong. For mountain people, he was already considered an adult, and he said that he might get married next year. Even though he was not old enough to obtain a marriage certificate, they would first celebrate with a banquet.

       Wang Dong took them around the village. The villagers he met along the way looked at them warily, and their defensive posture was very obvious.

       Song Jun looked at the villagers and recalled the nightmare last night. Suddenly, he had an idea that made him shudder. He wondered if, including Wan Jingsheng, many young people had died in this village. And whether these deaths were somehow connected to the people in the village.

       Actually, Song Jun didn’t notice what the village looked like when rushing back and forth yesterday. However, after walking around today, he found that the village was no different from what he had seen in his dream. He even saw the two-story building he witnessed last night, where a young man was pushed from the second floor, resulting in a bloody and violent fall.

       Song Jun looked at the small building in a daze. However, the small building was very quiet then, and no one could be seen through the windows on the second floor.

       Noticing that he was distracted, Wang Dong asked, “What’s wrong?”

       Song Jun came to his senses, shook his head and said, “It’s nothing.”

       Until they reached the hillside to the north of the village, Song Jun stood still and looked around. He was now very sure that this hillside was the hillside he had visited in his dream. He saw many funeral processions walking up from the path below the hill and proceeding towards the top where the wooden house stood.

       The wooden house—Song Jun looked up and saw that building standing alone on the top of the hill.

       “What’s with that house?” Song Jun suddenly pointed in that direction and asked Wang Dongdao, “Does anyone live in such a remote place?”

       Wang Dong raised his head and looked, “Oh, there, huh? That’s the village’s ancestral hall, which has a history of hundreds of years.”

       “Ancestral hall?”

       “Well,” Wang Dong said, “a place where ancestors’ tablets are enshrined.”

       Xia Hongshen said, “Can I go and have a look?”

       Wang Dong laughed twice and said, “Probably not. The old rules in the village are that no one from outside is allowed in. They say it is blasphemy against the spirits of the ancestors.”

       Hearing this, Xia Hongshen said softly, “I understand.”

       Wang Dong ruffled his head and said, “I’m sorry, Teacher Xia.”

       Xia Hongshen said, “It’s alright, it’s me who was rude.”

       However, before noon, Long Xing received a call from Lü Hai, saying that they might not be able to go up today because they encountered a landslide on the way up the mountain, and the road was blocked.

       Although it had rained here two days ago, it was a bit strange that they would encounter a landslide in the middle of nowhere. Even after the emergency rescue cleared the mountain road, it would be at least tomorrow before the car could drive up.

       Upon hearing the news, Secretary Wang’s expression changed.

       Long Xing said to him, “If it’s inconvenient, let’s go to the village chief’s house and spend the night today.”

       Upon hearing this, Secretary Wang quickly said, “It doesn’t matter, there’s no need, just stay one more night.”

       In the afternoon, Xi Anling also came to Song Jun’s room and complained, “Why can’t we leave yet?”

       Song Jun didn’t know what to say; it was just like how they couldn’t get down the mountain the day before. It seemed just like what Xia Hongshen said; someone deliberately wanted to keep them here and was unwilling to let them leave until the purpose was achieved. Who was it? What’s the purpose?

       But Xia Hongshen said casually, “We’re not leaving. We have things to do tonight.”

       Xi Anling froze for a moment and asked somewhat nervously, “What is it?”

       Xia Hongshen did not answer him.

       Song Jun sat on the edge of the bed, observing the people inside the room. There was always a strange feeling as if they were forcibly brought together with no apparent connection, yet he didn’t find it too out of place.

       Long Xing was sitting on the doorstep, playing his game with his head down.

       Feng Junyuan was beside him, holding his face with his hands, his eyes falling on the screen of Long Xing’s mobile phone, saying nothing.

       Song Jun felt a little awkward listening to Xi Anling and Xia Hongshen talking here, so he walked to Feng Junyuan and wanted to sit beside him. Three people couldn’t fit on the doorstep. Long Xing, trying to sit down, lost balance and fell backwards, and Feng Junyuan quickly grabbed his wrist and pulled him back up.

       “Thank you,” Long Xing stood up, patted his butt and sat on the edge of the bed.

       Song Jun sat down next to Feng Junyuan and asked him, “Don’t you want to go back?”

       He was actually very curious about Feng Junyuan because he knew that Feng Junyuan didn’t like Xia Hongshen.

       Unexpectedly, Feng Junyuan said, “It doesn’t matter.”

       Song Jun was stunned for a moment, and then Feng Junyuan asked him, “Are you afraid?”

       Initially, he wanted to say he was afraid, but after a little hesitation, Song Jun still said, “No, it’s nothing.”

       After it got dark, Xia Hongshen stood in the small courtyard of Secretary Wang’s house and raised his hands, and then said to Song Jun and others, “You can come out now.”

       Song Jun followed Feng Junyuan and Long Xing out of the room. He saw Xi Anling opening the door and slipping out of the next room.

       The entire Wang family was asleep, and no one would notice their whereabouts.

       Song Jun felt a little cold, so he tightened his clothes and followed them out of the courtyard gate. In fact, he was very nervous. He knew where Xia Hongshen was going and had a premonition that he might see something terrible. He didn’t want to go but didn’t dare to stay alone.

       Obviously, everything had nothing to do with him, but Song Jun felt that maybe he was too unlucky.

       The place Xia Hongshen wanted to go was the ancestral hall of Wanjia Village on the top of the hillside. It was said to be an old ancestral hall with a history of more than 100 years. It was unknown how many ancestors of the villagers were enshrined in the ancestral hall.

       Song Jun was originally walking at the end. When he saw Xi Anling walking with difficulty wearing a pair of high heels, he subconsciously reached out to pull her.

       As a result, Xia Hongshen’s eyes immediately swept over and said, “Long Xing, go help Anling, and Song Jun, come here.”

       Long Xing walked over and helped hold Xi Anling’s hand. Xi Anling turned her head and curled her lips.

       Song Jun walked to Xia Hongshen, and Xia Hongshen took one of his hands and put it in his jacket pocket, feeling soft and warm.

       Wanjia Ancestral Hall—that was the words written on the plaque hanging outside the ancestral hall.

       The ancestral hall might have been renovated in recent years. The colour of the paint still looked very bright. It seemed to be cleaned frequently. There was not a lot of dust on the high beams.

       Long Xing held a flashlight in his hand, slowly shining it through the door of the ancestral hall, and then suddenly turned off the flashlight light.

       Even though a door separated them, they could still find light inside. Then, Long Xing reached out and pushed open the door of Wanjia Ancestral Hall.

       Inside the ancestral hall, there was a tall and wide offering table with many spiritual tablets densely placed on it, and there was indeed an oil lamp burning on the desk.

       Xia Hongshen stepped over the knee-high threshold and walked in. Song Jun’s hand was still held by him, so he had no choice but to follow him in. He raised his head and looked around inside the ancestral hall. The light of the oil lamp was not bright, and it flickered. The shadows left by the tablets on the wall seemed constantly jumping.

       Feng Junyuan, who was following closely behind them, paused and said, “Such a heavy Yin energy.”

       Song Jun shivered slightly. He couldn’t feel the so-called yin energy, but he could also feel the gloomy atmosphere here.

       Xia Hongshen walked towards the altar table in front. Song Jun pulled him hard to express that he did not want to go there.

       Unexpectedly, Xia Hongshen turned around and looked at him, a little confused, but walked to the altar table one step at a time, staring at the oil lamp.

       Song Jun avoided the spiritual tablets and followed Xia Hongshen to look at the oil lamp. He suddenly said, “Huh,” and asked curiously, “Why is the lamp oil yellow?”

       Xia Hongshen said, “Because human fat is yellow.”

       Song Jun was stunned for a moment, then realised the meaning of his words, and his eyes widened suddenly. He felt as if the air was filled with a greasy smell of burning human fat, and he couldn’t help but feel sick.

       “Wow,” Long Xing also came over and looked at the oil lamp, “Sucking people’s fat to make lamp oil? Isn’t this too crazy?”

       Xi Anling stopped when he heard this and was not willing to get close at all.

       He didn’t know when, but a layer of fog seemed to begin to fill the air outside. Xi Anling was the first to discover it. She was closest to the gate of the ancestral hall. She walked to the door and said, “It seems to be fogging up.”

       As soon as she spoke, the fog became thicker, and in an instant, all that was left in front of her eyes was a fog amidst the pitch blackness, and she couldn’t see anything clearly anymore.

       “It’s such a heavy fog,” Xi Anling also began to have a bad feeling.

       She wanted to step out of the ancestral hall door and see what was going on outside. Suddenly, she saw a hand reaching out from the thick fog as if it wanted to catch her.

       Xi Anling screamed in surprise, closed the door of the ancestral hall with her backhand, and then gasped for air and said, “There is someone outside!”

       Maybe it was not a human being; maybe it was a ghost.

       Xia Hongshen had reached out to take the wick from the oil lamp, but he retracted his hand after hearing Xi Anling’s scream.

       Song Jun stood close to Xia Hongshen and couldn’t help but look around.

       In the silence, he suddenly heard someone knocking on the window several times.

       It was a window on the left side of the ancestral hall. The sound of knocking on the window sounded leisurely, but it seemed particularly strange in the silent night.

       Song Jun immediately became alert when he saw Feng Junyuan, while Long Xing walked towards the window and even reached out to open the window.

       Song Jun immediately wanted to stop him, but before he spoke, Xia Hongshen said first, “Don’t open.”

       Long Xing withdrew his hand and turned to look at Xia Hongshen.

       Xia Hongshen said, “Don’t move, just calm down first.”

       Song Jun swallowed silently. He felt a layer of cold sweat on his palms, not knowing what he would encounter next.

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Chapter 13

February 18, 2024 / / 1 Comment

       The sun seemed to come out too early on Sunday morning. Zhan Weiyang hadn’t gotten enough sleep before the sun’s rays shone in through the window and onto the bed, reflecting the pattern of the curtains on his quilt.

       He slowly turned over in the quilt, stretched out a few fingers to grab the edge of the quilt, and pulled his head up into the quilt until most of his face was covered, and then his fingers slightly loosened, weakly. He was resting on the edge of the quilt and didn’t want to move.

       He slept until noon and didn’t get up until Pei Qing came to wake him up.

       When Zhan Weiyang got out of bed, he found that his right knee hurt more than yesterday. It hurt even when he bent it even slightly. He put on a pair of long pants and walked downstairs slowly with his right leg straight.

       When his grandmother saw him walking downstairs, with a worried look on her face, she said, “Why is it worse than yesterday?”

       Zhan Weiyang said, “I’m fine.”

       Grandma waved to him, “Come here.”

       Zhan Weiyang tried hard not to look so limp when he walked to his grandma.

       Grandma was sitting on the sofa, bent down and rolled up Zhan Weiyang’s trouser legs to look at the injury on his knee. She couldn’t see if there was something wrong with it, so she had to raise her head and shout, “Qingqing.”

       Pei Qing was helping Auntie Luo set the table. When he heard her call, he put the chopsticks in his hands on the dining table and walked towards them, “Grandma.”

       Grandma said, “You take Yangyang to the hospital this afternoon. I’m afraid he may have broken a bone.”

       Pei Qing squatted down, gently poked Zhan Weiyang’s red and swollen knees with his fingers, and then looked up at him.

       Zhan Weiyang opened his eyes wide and pursed his lips, shaking his head at him.

       Pei Qing asked, “Does it hurt?”

       Zhan Weiyang said, “It doesn’t hurt very much.”

       Pei Qing took a look at her grandma’s anxious expression and said to Zhan Weiyang, “It’s better to go to the hospital.”

       Zhan Weiyang suddenly bent down, put his arms around Pei Qing’s shoulders, and whispered in his ear, “I don’t want to go to the hospital.”

       Grandma’s ears were not that good as she was older, and she couldn’t hear clearly what Zhan Weiyang said.

       After he finished speaking, Zhan Weiyang still held Pei Qing’s shoulders and looked at him nervously.

       Pei Qing then said, “Bend your knees.”

       Zhan Weiyang moved slowly, endured the pain, and squatted down. He then stood up, holding onto the sofa.

       Pei Qing stood up and said to Grandma, “The bones are fine. If he breaks his bones, he won’t be able to move. Don’t worry, Grandma.”

       Grandma said, “As long as his bones are not broken.”

       Pei Qing said, “I will buy him some bruise-healing medicine to promote blood circulation and remove blood clots and spray it on him in the afternoon. He should be fine soon.”

       Grandma nodded, “Alright then, let’s eat first.”

       After lunch, Grandma and Auntie Luo saw that the weather was fine and pushed the wheelchair out for a walk in the park again.

       Pei Qing went to buy medicine for Zhan Weiyang, and Zhan Weiyang was the only one left at home.

       Just as Zhan Weiyang limped his way up the stairs to the second floor, he heard the sound of the doorbell downstairs. Somewhat displeased, he peeked out of the window of his room to see Chen Youyou standing at his doorstep, holding a plastic bag and looking bored as he waited for someone to answer the door.

       “Chen Youyou!” Zhan Weiyang felt strange and called him from the window.

       Chen Youyou waved his hand, “Hurry, come open the door.”

       Zhan Weiyang said, “My knees hurt.”

       Chen Youyou said, “It’s so hot.”

       Zhan Weiyang said, “I just came up.”

       Chen Youyou said, “Do you have ice, coke at home?”

       Zhan Weiyang said, “I’ll be there. I’ll open the door for you.”

       He closed the window, left the room, walked downstairs with one leg straight, holding on to the handrail, and walked over to help Chen Youyou open the door to his home.

       Chen Youyou came in, grabbed his clothes, fanned himself, and handed him the plastic bag.

       Zhan Weiyang lowered his head and asked, “What?”

       Chen Youyou said, “Gr4p3s.”

       Zhan Weiyang looked at him without knowing why.

       Chen Youyou said, “I t-told my Mom that you fell and got hurt, and I’m coming to see you. My Mom asked me to buy some fruit.”

       Zhan Weiyang said quickly, “Thank you, Auntie.”

       Chen Youyou waved his hand, changed his shoes and walked inside. This was not the first time he came to Zhan Weiyang’s house, and he didn’t need Zhan Weiyang to lead the way. As he walked, he said, “Ice Coke, Ice Coke.”

       Zhan Weiyang followed him and said, “There is no ice coke. There is ice cream.”

       Chen Youyou said, “That’s fine.”

       After eating an ice cream, Chen Youyou stretched his legs comfortably, half lying and half sitting on the sofa.

       He casually found an excuse to go out, mainly to play games with Zhan Weiyang and to visit Zhan Weiyang’s injury. Seeing Zhan Weiyang limping, he asked in a perfunctory manner, “Is it still painful?”

       Zhan Weiyang replied, “It’s okay.”

       Chen Youyou said next, “Then let’s play games.”

       Zhan Weiyang said, “Okay.”

       The two of them were sitting on the sofa, playing mobile games as a team.

       Zhan Weiyang’s gaming skills were as good as his basketball skills; in fact, he was even better than Chen Youyou, able to carry him to higher ranks in the game.

       But just as they were starting their second game, Zhan Weiyang heard the sound of keys unlocking the door. He instinctively put down his phone and turned to look, and saw Pei Qing coming in from the outside with a plastic bag in his hand.

       Zhan Weiyang stood up quickly and called out, “Qing ge, you are back!” He walked towards the door, remembering that Pei Qing had gone out to buy medicine for him.

       Pei Qing glanced at Chen Youyou, who was focused on playing games on the sofa, then looked at Zhan Weiyang and asked, “Does it still hurt?”

       When other people asked Zhan Weiyang this question, he said it didn’t hurt, but when he heard Pei Qing ask him, he subconsciously said, “It hurts.”

       He felt that if he said it hurt, Pei Qing might comfort him.

       Sure enough, Pei Qing reached out, touched his head, and said to him, “Go sit down, and I’ll spray you with some medicine.”

       Zhan Weiyang walked to the sofa and sat down. Just as they lost this round, Chen Youyou raised his head in anger and shouted, “Zhan Weiyang!”

       With a smile on his face, Zhan Weiyang said to Chen Youyou, “This is my older cousin—Pei Qing.”

       Chen Youyou looked at Pei Qing, stood up for a moment, and said, “Hello, older brother cousin.”

       Pei Qing smiled at him and said, “Hello.”

       Zhan Weiyang stretched out his right leg and rolled up his trouser leg, his eyes filled with anticipation as he waited for Pei Qing.

       Pei Qing put the plastic bag on the coffee table in the living room, squatted down, took out the bruise spray inside, lowered his head and read the instructions carefully. After a while, he unpacked the package, holding Zhan Weiyang’s calf and the other holding the spray bottle aimed at his knee; he sprayed a bit and then looked up, asking him, “Does it hurt?”

       Zhan Weiyang felt that the calf he was holding was itchy, and he couldn’t help but want to move it. However, he felt nothing from the wound, so he shook his head.

       Pei Qing continued to spray medicine on his knees and, at the same time, said, “Don’t keep moving; don’t go up and down the stairs.”

       Zhan Weiyang said, “Oh.”

       After spraying medicine on his right leg, Pei Qing asked him to roll up his left trouser leg as well and also sprayed some medicine on the minor scratch on the left side.

       During this process, Chen Youyou kept looking at them with a somewhat dumbfounded expression.

       Pei Qing sprayed Zhan Weiyang, put the spray cap on the coffee table in the living room, and then said, “You guys take your time and play.” After that, he walked towards the stairs.

       Zhan Weiyang and Chen Youyou watched him go upstairs together.

       Chen Youyou turned around and said to Zhan Weiyang, “Your older cousin is, very handsome.”

       Zhan Weiyang nodded in agreement.

       Chen Youyou added, “Do you think he, or Xie Ling is handsome?”

       Zhan Weiyang opened his mouth and suddenly realised that there were some things he couldn’t say, and if he did, he might get points deducted. He held it in until his face turned a little red, and he closed his mouth with difficulty.

       Chen Youyou said to himself, “It’s better, be the older cousin.”

       Zhan Weiyang asked him, “Why?”

       Chen Youyou said, “He seems, nice.”

       The two played games all afternoon. Chen Youyou got up to leave when Grandma and Auntie Luo came back.

       Grandma asked him to stay for dinner, but he refused to agree no matter what and said he wanted to go back, so Zhan Weiyang sent him out. He originally wanted to escort him to the gate of the neighbourhood, but Chen Youyou stopped him, saying that he was limping when he walked, so he’d better be good and stay at home.

       When Zhan Weiyang came back, Auntie Luo had just entered the kitchen to prepare dinner. Grandma turned on the TV to watch TV series.

       It was still a little early, so Zhan Weiyang thought of going upstairs. As he took a step onto the staircase, he suddenly remembered that Pei Qing had just told him to stop moving and not to go up and down the stairs. So he silently took his feet back and walked over to sit beside Grandma on the sofa and watched TV with her instead.

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Chapter 18 – Dealing With the Aftermath

February 17, 2024 / / 0 Comments

       In a damp and stuffy basement in the northern part of the city, a dim yellow light flickered from the hanging light bulb above.

       Huang Renbiao squatted in the corner, huddled nervously. He was thrown here in a sack and thrown in the trunk, still naked.

       There was finally movement at the door that had been silent all this time. After the sound of the key turning, the iron door was opened.

       A man wearing a long black woollen coat walked in, followed by a slightly shorter fat man and four black-clad bodyguards.

       Huang Renbiao saw the fat man’s eyes suddenly light up, crawled over and hugged his legs, crying, “Mao ge, help me, Mao ge…”

       The short fat man known as Mao ge was a newly promoted cadre of the Black Eagles and was responsible for looking after the casinos in this area. Not long after he took office, there was such chaos in the jurisdiction. He was almost skinned alive in the office by Tang Can, the head of the punishment hall, and his back was still sore after being whipped. Seeing this troubled Huang Renbiao, he was furious and kicked him far away. He bowed to the man next to him and said, “Young Master Ming, Manager Tang said whatever you decide to do with the people we caught today, just go ahead. After you handle it, I’ll take care of the aftermath.” After saying that, he shouted sharply at the golden chain man who had been kicked before, “Come here!”

       Huang Renbiao’s face turned pale when he saw Mao ge not helping him. He struggled to crawl over again, kneeling and shaking.

       Fang Mingyan sat on the chair placed by the security guard with a faint smile on his face and said leisurely, “Huang Renbiao… Biao ge, right?”

       The gold chain around Huang Renbiao’s neck was still hanging, and he trembled along with his body. He begged loudly, “Young Master Ming, in your presence, I’m nothing but a dog… I was as blind as a dog1he’s kinda saying he’s been very naive and let that kid Zhuo Hai deceive me, which led to us taking action against your people… Please spare my worthless life. I’ll serve you like an ox or a horse…”

       Fang Mingyan chuckled, looked at him with interest and said, “It’s a dog, a cow and a horse. What kind of animal are you?”

       “I…I…I am whatever Young Master Ming said I am…” At this moment, he just wanted to save his life, and his dignity had long been forgotten.

       “It seems that you are very obedient.” The man’s tone was like teasing a child.

       “Yes, I am obedient…I will listen to whatever you say…”

       “Very good.” Fang Mingyan whispered something to a man in black. Soon, the two thugs who were in the room at the time were brought in along with Zhuo Hai. Their hands and feet were shackled, and no one dared to make a sound with their heads lowered.

       Fang Mingyan took out the black camera, opened the photo gallery and said, “Chairman Huang, next, we’re going to play a game called ‘Recreate the Original Scene’. I want you to replicate everything you’ve done to him, one by one, on yourself.” He turned to the two thugs and smiled, “You two are responsible for helping him complete it. This camera has recorded a lot of things that I can use as a reference. What I want is a complete reproduction of the original scene, and if there are any mistakes or omissions, I will take one finger at a time. The three of you have a lot of fingers combined, so there are many opportunities for mistakes.”

       The two thugs fell to their knees with their legs weak, begging for mercy together with Huang Renbiao.

       The man raised his wrist and looked at his watch, “I have to go back for dinner. Don’t waste time; let’s get started.” After saying that, he leaned on the back of the chair, crossed his long legs, and waited leisurely.

       In the basement, screams and wails could be heard endlessly.

       Huang Renbiao’s complete set of SM equipment left in the hotel room was delivered, except for the lubricant. As he screamed in agony, using his hand with two severed fingers to forcefully insert the di-do into his own asshole, Zhuo Hai, who was forced to watch nearby, trembled and closed his eyes.

       “Don’t want to watch it?” Fang Mingyan’s curved lips had a mocking smile, “It seems that our actors are not working hard enough. Otherwise, we can cut off another finger to encourage them.”

       As soon as he spoke, a man in black stepped forward to take action. Huang Renbiao, who had his third finger cut off, rolled his eyes and passed out. He was woken up by a bucket of cold water.

       “You’re wasting my time by fainting like that,” the man said casually.

       Then, some guards in black forcibly injected him with some medicine. Everything continued, with miserable cries. Huang Renbiao, who was covered in blood, was caught and gave oral sex to one of the thugs.

       The increasingly thick smell of blood in the room made Zhuo Hai suffocate, and everything in front of him made his stomach churn. As soon as he looked away, he was kicked hard on the crook of his knee by a bodyguard in black. His knees bent forward, and he knelt heavily on the cold cement floor, which hurt.

       “You don’t want to watch? Do you want to go up and participate in the performance?” Fang Mingyan looked at him coldly.

       “No…no.” He shook his head in horror.

       The man said in a cold voice, “Open your eyes and watch carefully. If you dare to look away again, I will let you eat the cut fingers on the ground.”

       Zhuo Hai knelt down stiffly, staring straight ahead without daring to move.

       At this moment, he felt as if he was in hell.

       And the person sitting on the chair was the Shura2God of destruction who dominated everything.

       Unlike the fear he felt after causing trouble in the past, this time, he experienced a suffocating terror. Everything before his eyes made him realise one thing: if he fell into the hands of this person… it would be worse than death. This terror from the depths of his heart, like maggots gnawing at his bones, made him tremble uncontrollably.

       When Zhuo Hai was taken out of the basement, he was so frightened that he lost control of himself, and his body had an unpleasant stench. He didn’t know what happened to Huang Renbiao and the two thugs. He didn’t even have the courage to look back. He just knelt in front of Fang Mingyan, begging for mercy and admitting his mistake.

       “I kept you alive because of Zhuo Yue.” Fang Mingyan looked at him condescendingly, his voice cold, “From today on, unless he takes the initiative to find you, you are not allowed to appear in front of him again. If you dare to do anything that offends him, I will remove the small parts of your body one by one. Do you understand?”

       “Understood…I understand…” He lay on the ground and nodded frantically, not daring to stand up until the man left.

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Chapter 35 – The Road (2)

February 16, 2024 / / 0 Comments

       When Qin Yun woke up in the morning, he found Moschery’s letters crumpled in his embrace. After staring blankly for a while, he carefully smoothed out the paper and placed it beneath his pillow.

       There was an eerie silence in the cabin. Qin Yun opened the sunshade and realised that it was not completely bright yet.

       The communication device at hand rang, and Tristana’s serious face appeared on the holographic image, “Stay in the room, and don’t come out. Don’t make any noise, and I’ll come down to pick you up.” As soon as she finished speaking, she didn’t wait for the other party to reply. The female general immediately closed the call.

       Qin Yun frowned. After waiting for a while, he heard Tristana knocking on the door outside.

       “Have you put on the bulletproof vest?” The whites of Tristana’s eyes have turned light red, “Let’s go to the c0ckpit.”

       “What’s wrong?” Qin Yun followed her, “Did someone from the Cabinet attack us?”

       Tristana opened the aisle door cautiously and leaned over to take a look, “There was a spaceship following us when we left the port. I thought they wouldn’t take action so quickly… but it turned out they were less calm than I expected.”

       The female general motioned for the other party to lower his body. The two of them had only taken a few steps forward when Tristana’s expression turned ugly, “High-level guide… Damn it! They released the mental web!” She pushed Qin Yun, and the whites of her eyes almost turned bloody red, “I’ll hold them off. Hurry to the c0ckpit.”

       Qin Yun didn’t even hesitate for a second; he turned around and ran away. In the end, when he just walked through the corridor, he bumped into a guide. The whites of the eyes were emerald green, and the pupils were staring at him for a moment.

       Qin Yun: “…”

       The guide’s expression was a little surprised, “Eh…it’s useless?”

       Qin Yun said nothing and knocked the opponent unconscious with a knife.

 

       When Tristana rushed over, Qin Yun had already knocked out 5 or 6 guides in a row. He looked very relaxed and did not seem to be under attack.

       “…They didn’t hypnotise you?” Tristana didn’t believe it, “What on earth did you do?”

       Qin Yun scratched the back of his head. His expression was honest, and his tone was very innocent, “I don’t know…it seems like their mental power is of no use to me?”

       “…” Tristana: “How is it possible… you are no longer a guide.”

       Qin Yun shrugged. He actually didn’t know how to explain it, so he just kept silent.

 

       When the two rushed to the c0ckpit, Chen Xiao was confronting a sentinel. Qin Yun only heard Tristana yelling, “Scum!”

       A slap mark instantly appeared on Chen Xiao’s face…

       Qin Yun: “…”

       Chen Xiao was so angry that he almost vomited blood, “Can you be gentler when you are doing mental assistance?! You slap me with the guiding tendrils every time! It hurts so much!!”

       “You have the nerve to ask for my help in beating up a stupid bear!” Tristana counterattacked nonchalantly, “You’re impotent, aren’t you?!”

       Chen Xiao gritted his teeth, “I’ll let you taste whether I’m impotent or not… I’ll fvck you to death, you little bitch!”

       Tristana let out a ‘ha’ sound, “You’re all talk! If you are a man, come here!”

       Qin Yun: “…”

 

       Chen Xiao’s scimitar was like a silver-white moon hook. He jumped behind the opponent, grabbed the handle of the knife and slashed the sentinel’s throat.

       Tristana curled her lips in disgust, “Finally, it’s settled…”

       Chen Xiao ignored her with a sullen expression and looked at Qin Yun, “How many guides have you guys finished?”

       Qin Yun calculated, “The general finished one, and I knocked out six…”

       “Knocked out?” Chen Xiao raised his eyebrows, “You’re quite formidable, aren’t you?” He wiped the blood on his scimitar casually on his pants, “The remaining guides probably have sentinels accompanying them, which could be more troublesome.”

       Tristana sneered, “Just take them down; no need for so much nonsense.”

       “Um…” Qin Yun raised his hand weakly, “Can you give me a weapon?”

 

       “This is a high-energy cannon.” Tristana struggled to lift an oversized barrel, “The recoil is too strong for guides to use normally, but it’s quite effective. A headshot from this, and even sentinels can’t handle it.”

       Qin Yun took it easily and put it on his shoulder. He glanced at the alignment lens, “Not bad, it should be fine.”

       “…” Tristana, “I didn’t expect that you are quite strong…”

       Qin Yun smiled, “When I went to the front line, I had to carry a 20 kilogram medical bag… bbut it’s a struggle to get up to 40kg, and I can’t stand it too much with the Dragon Scale.”

       “Dragon Ccales can’t even be lifted by an ordinary sentinel.” Tristana rolled her eyes, “Do you think everyone is as sick as His Majesty?”

       Qin Yun smiled and said nothing. Perhaps in the eyes of others, Moschery was powerful and invincible, crushing everything in his path, but in Qin Yun’s heart, it wasn’t so.

       His Majesty, the Emperor, was childish yet strangely romantic. He might have a bad temper but was very good at taking care of others, stubborn with words, adorable in a quirky way, yet headache-inducing when being stubborn.

       “Even without the guide ability, I don’t consider myself useless,” Qin Yun said calmly, his gaze steady and determined. “I want to stand by his side openly and honourably.”

 

       In the palace, Lin Dongliang was staring nervously at the transmission system. He was slowly reading the holographic images and pictures sent by Chen Xiao. Skarter stared at the screen and squinted slightly, “Pull back the picture just now.”

       Lin Dongliang glanced at him and dragged it back obediently.

       “It’s Paulie.” Skarter confirmed, looking at Moschery standing by the window, “This year’s Averio Academy representative, the one who wanted to give you mental guidance but almost had a nervous breakdown herself.”

       Moschery had a cold expression as if he didn’t remember who she was.

       Skarter didn’t expect him to remember. He asked Lin Dongliang to download all the parts with Paulie and handed them to him, “Are you going to the Cabinet now?”

       “No, we are not going to the Cabinet.” His Majesty the Emperor arranged his gloves. He motioned to Ba Jin to hang up his cloak and said calmly, “Since the Cabinet has the right to break into the Secretary of State’s residence, then it is not a big deal for me to go to the Prime Minister’s house.”

 

       Mrs. Berlin was drinking morning tea in the courtyard. She had already put on formal clothes, and her hair was meticulously done, so when her butler ran over in a panic, the Iron Lady was not in a very happy mood.

       “What are you doing so rashly?” Berlin frowned and put down the teacup gently, “Don’t you understand the rules?”

       The butler was so anxious that he couldn’t speak. He shook his hands and pointed backwards desperately.

       Only then did Berlin realise that something was wrong. She quickly turned around and saw the Imperial Royal Guards landing in a row on the lawn in her yard.

       Berlin: “…”

       The leading aircraft covered with rhinestones slowly opened the hatch, and Moschery looked down at the Prime Minister of the Cabinet.

       “Good morning, Madam.” The young emperor took off his military cap, and the mask on half of his face covered the cold and hard lines of his face, “I hope you will be in a happy mood like me today.”

       Berlin: “……”

 

       Mrs. Berlin looked calmly at Paulie’s clear face in the holographic image. Moschery drank tea leisurely. Only Lin Dongliang’s expression was solemn, “According to the Imperial Act, anyone who endangers the safety of His Majesty and the Queen will be punished with serious consequences for treason.”

       Berlin sneered, “Even if Paulie is the representative of Averio Academy, she cannot represent the Cabinet. Moreover,” She glanced at Moschery: “Guide Qin is not a Queen yet.”

       “I remember.” Moschery tapped the teacup lightly, “Madam, you were also present when I proposed.”

       Berlin: “But the Cabinet has not acknowledged it until now. Your Majesty, marriage is not a child’s play. Aren’t you being too willful?”

       Moschery sneered, “Then who do you think has the right to decide my marriage?”

       Berlin opened her mouth. She wanted to say something, but she was unable to get a word out after seeing the Emperor’s cold eyes.

       “The Cabinet has always advocated hierarchical rule, so I will follow your rules.” Moschery stood up. He was tall, and the scarlet cloak behind his back was heavy and gave pressure, “I believe you must have heard a lot about it in history. The Emperor’s foolish deeds in order to favour his concubine.”

       Berlin’s face turned pale. She straightened her back and said sternly, “Your Majesty, please pay attention to your status!”

       “My status?” Moschery smiled contemptuously, “My status is the Emperor, a god-level sentinel. I have absolute dominance over you, including this Empire.” He looked at Lin Dongliang and calmly ordered, “From now on, all military activities of the Cabinet will be cancelled, Prime Minister Berlin will be grounded, and we will find out who ordered the academy to attack the Queen’s spaceship.”

       Berlin could barely stand, and she stared at the young emperor in horror.

       Moschery: “I will let the Cabinet see what hierarchical dictatorship is.” He took back his military hat again, and the shadow cast by the brim of the hat covered his cold mask, “If my Queen loses even a hair, I will make the entire Cabinet cease to exist forever.”

       “Of course, the Cabinet can also try to challenge my authority. As for the consequences.” Moschery said coldly, “It is not something you can afford.”

 

       Tristana extended the guiding tendrils as far as possible, but she still couldn’t reach Qin Yun, who was hiding in the dark. She couldn’t help but be distracted from time to time.

       “Believe in your comrades on the battlefield.” Chen Xiao inserted the machete back into his back. He kicked the corpse on the ground and looked at Tristana’s tired expression, “Do you still have enough mental strength?”

       Tristana said harshly, “Go to those who want to kill you.”

       Chen Xiao curled his lips and suddenly reached out and grabbed Tristana’s chin, lowered his head and blocked her mouth.

       The sentinel’s abundant pheromones nourished the guide’s overdrafted mental energy. Tristana didn’t even have the strength to struggle. She wanted to tear the other person to pieces while she couldn’t control herself and sucked in more.

       The two of them were kissing, and they were inseparable from each other. Suddenly, a loud ‘bang’ exploded behind Chen Xiao.

       Tristana was startled, and Qin Yun’s joking voice came from her communication device, “I’ll help you take care of the troublesome individuals… Do you want to continue, General?”

       Chen Xiao cursed. He looked down at the sentinel on the ground with half of its head blown off and was speechless for a long time. However, the next second, another sentinel two meters away from him was once again blown to cinders before he could get close enough.

       “…” Tristana, “Was he really a guide?!”

       Chen Xiao was also a little speechless. He had never seen Qin Yun’s archery skills, and his accuracy was indeed good. But then, after all, this man had been well protected by Moschery before and did not have much room to show off.

       “How many have you killed?” Chen Xiao silently counted his head count with uncertainty. For the first time, he felt unsure…

       “15…16? It seems to be a few more than you.” Qin Yun said nonchalantly, “By the way, I also arrested a guide. She said her name was Paulie. Do you know her?”

       Tristana: “…How is her mental state now?”

       Qin Yun said awkwardly, “Not very good. She’s been crying… Can you stop her from crying?”

       “Haha.” Tristana mocked, “The representative of Averio Academy this year was caught by a person who used to be a low-level guide. If it were me, I would cry too.”

       Qin Yun: “…”

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Chapter 33 – Nightmare

February 15, 2024 / / 0 Comments

       Song Jun returned to the room where they stayed, and Feng Junyuan was already lying on the bed, ready to sleep.

       Long Xing, as he himself said, made a bunk on the ground and was leaning on the bed playing games on his mobile phone. When he saw Song Jun coming in, he asked, “Where is Teacher Xia?”

       Song Jun shook his head, said nothing, and sat down by the bed.

       It was quiet in the yard outside. Secretary Wang and his family seemed to have gone back to their room to rest after dinner. He originally wanted to simply wash up, but suddenly felt troublesome, so he simply took off his shoes and lay down on the bed to sleep directly.

       But it wasn’t like he could fall asleep immediately when he closed his eyes. Although he lay motionless, Song Jun had been paying attention to Xia Hongshen’s movements.

       After some time, Song Jun finally heard Xia Hongshen enter the room, but Xia Hongshen did not go to bed. Instead, he picked up Long Xing, who had fallen asleep on the ground, gently placed him beside the bed, and then opened the door to go out again.

       Song Jun turned over. He closed his eyes but became more and more awake. He didn’t feel sleepy, so he simply sat up again.

       He carefully rolled over Long Xing, got out of bed, put on his shoes, opened the door and walked outside.

       It was already quite late at this time, and all the rooms in the courtyard that had lights on before were darkened. Xia Hongshen was not in the courtyard, and Song Jun didn’t know where he had gone.

       The whole yard was very quiet, not only the whole yard, it should be said that the whole mountain village was very quiet.

       Song Jun originally wanted to call out for Xia Hongshen, but he felt that the brick wall was probably not soundproof. If he shouted, the whole courtyard would be woken up, so he gave up the idea and walked out of the courtyard gate.

       There was still the secluded path outside the yard, and a little further on, there was a small stream where not long ago, he had been sitting and talking with Xia Hongshen.

       The surroundings were dark, but not so dark that he couldn’t see his fingers. Everything could be vaguely outlined, but he didn’t see Xia Hongshen.

       Song Jun was a little scared. At this time, he should have quickly returned to a crowded place, but he didn’t know why. He seemed unable to control his legs and kept walking forward step by step.

       There didn’t seem to be many people living in this village, but because it was spread out, the entire mountain village was not too small. As Song Jun walked, he saw a two-story wooden building in front of him, faintly visible through the second-floor window. There seemed to be a person standing next to him.

       He stopped and suddenly saw a lot of people near the window, and there seemed to be a lot of quarrels. Then the person before was pushed down from the second floor, and his head hit a stone, and a large pool of blood suddenly flowed out.

       The chaotic figures on the second floor disappeared. Song Jun hesitated but still walked towards the man on the ground. He could somewhat tell it was a young man as he got closer.

       The teenager was probably in the same grade as the deceased Wan Jingsheng.

       Song Jun walked to him, lowered his head and wanted to take a closer look at him, but saw him suddenly reach out a hand and grab his ankle, his hand covered with blood.

       He almost screamed, but he held it back, turned around, and ran away in panic.

       After running for who knew how long, Song Jun stopped and found that he was lost. He was standing in front of a hillside and could not find the small courtyard where he stayed before.

       He was panting, confused and at a loss. He wanted to shout Xia Hongshen’s name loudly, but when he opened his mouth, he found that he couldn’t make a sound.

       Then, someone seemed to be moving in the distance.

       Song Jun stood there quietly and saw that a group of people were walking in this direction. They were all wearing white mourning clothes, which looked a bit dazzling in the dark night. In the middle of the group, a person was carrying a big dark coffin.

       The group of people walked towards him, but no one seemed to notice Song Jun’s presence.

       When he got closer, Song Jun saw that their faces were expressionless and their eyes were lifeless. The lid of the coffin was not closed, and Song Jun could see the people lying inside.

       That person was the boy Song Jun had seen falling from the second floor before. He was lying in the coffin fully clothed, but Song Jun felt that his whole body seemed to have lost weight.

       He was a little surprised at first, but then Song Jun suddenly remembered what Xia Hongshen told him that all the fat in Wan Jingsheng’s body had been drained.

       Song Jun didn’t see Wan Jingsheng’s body and didn’t know what Wan Jingsheng looked like. He was just wondering, could this boy be Wan Jingsheng?

       The funeral procession passed by Song Jun and headed straight up the mountain.

       Song Jun looked up the mountain along the road they were walking on and saw an old house like a temple at the end of the road, on the mountainside.

       He had been watching those people walking up the mountain, but then he heard footsteps coming from the direction down the mountain. He turned his head and saw the second funeral procession.

       Still wearing white mourning clothes, they were carrying a black coffin. Inside the coffin was a young man, but this time he looked completely unfamiliar.

       Song Jun felt horrified. He took a few steps back and found that there was not just a second funeral procession but a steady stream of funeral processions coming from the bottom of the mountain in this direction all the way up the mountain.

       He didn’t understand what was happening and was even beginning to be unsure whether the scene he saw before him was real.

       At this time, Song Jun heard a woman crying. The woman was following the end of the group. She was crying very loudly, and behind the woman stood a young man.

       At first, Song Jun thought the young man’s clothes were strange, but then he suddenly realised they were in mourning clothes.

       The young man followed the woman at first but then turned his head and looked at Song Jun.

       He was the only one among so many people passing by who noticed Song Jun’s presence.

       Next, Song Jun saw the pale young man wearing a shroud walking towards him.

       Song Jun wanted to avoid it, but he couldn’t control his legs until the young man walked up to him and stretched out a hand.

       The hand was wrinkled, with only a layer of skin covering the bones. Judging from his movements, it seemed that he wanted to hold Song Jun’s hand.

       Song Jun didn’t understand why he didn’t get out of the way. As if he couldn’t control it, he stretched out his hand to hold his hand.

       At this time, a black cat suddenly appeared out of thin air, rushed between the two people, and stopped the young man from holding Song Jun’s hand.

       Song Jun was so frightened that he suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the bed, only then realising that he had actually had a dream.

       However, this dream was too real. He raised his hand and looked at the palm of his hand, and he could still feel the touch of the young man’s cold fingers.

       That person seemed to want to take him somewhere instead of hurting him. For some reason, Song Jun felt that way.

       He turned his head and saw that on his left and right sides, Feng Junyuan and Long Xing were still sleeping soundly.

       Long Xing turned over and even uttered a few words in his sleep, but unfortunately, they were too vague to be heard clearly.

       Song Jun’s whole body was wet with sweat. He stretched out his hand and wiped his forehead. He still felt uncomfortable. He didn’t know where Xia Hongshen went, and he still hadn’t returned.

       With this in mind, Song Jun gently rolled over from Long Xing’s feet and got out of bed. As soon as he put on his shoes and stood up, he suddenly noticed something standing outside the window.

       He slowly walked towards the window, and when he got closer, he suddenly realised that the thing seemed to be a woman’s long hair. Song Jun suddenly held his breath because he could see clearly this time. There was clearly a woman with long hair outside the window, tilting her head and looking into the window. One of her eyes was covered by her hair, and only one of her eyes was exposed. One eye was staring at Song Jun.

       Before Song Jun made a sound, the woman outside the window suddenly let out a piercing scream, and Long Xing and Feng Junyuan in the room were awakened by her voice at the same time.

       Long Xing suddenly got out of bed and said, “Who is it?”

       The woman outside the window started banging her head against the window while making pitiful cries.

       As a result, everyone in the courtyard was awakened.

       Secretary Wang’s family turned on the lights and came out of the room. His wife screamed in fright when she saw the woman lying outside the window of Song Jun’s room.

       Next, Secretary Wang personally ran forward and pulled the woman away, “How did you get here?”

       Long Xing opened the door and asked, “What’s going on?”

       Secretary Wang pulled the woman and said, “This is the village chief’s wife and she is crazy. Go to the village chief’s house and ask someone to pick her up!”

       The woman struggled fiercely and scratched Secretary Wang’s face with her sharp nails.

       Long Xing then walked over to help pull her.

       The woman looked to be in her thirties or forties, with long hair that reached her waist. She was actually wearing white mourning clothes.

       Secretary Wang’s wife asked her son to go out and call for help while cursing bad luck.

       When the woman saw Long Xing coming to pull her, her eyes suddenly widened, and she stared at Long Xing. She got the strength to break away from the pull of others, rushed over and hugged Long Xing, and shouted, “My son!”

       Long Xing was small in both stature and appearance. He had just woken up and looked like a teenager with his messy hair. He was startled when the woman hugged him and shouted for someone to pull her away.

       Song Jun was shocked and sat on the edge of the bed.

       Feng Junyuan sat next to him, patted his back and asked, “Are you okay?”

       Song Jun obviously didn’t look like he was fine, but he still shook his head.

       Feng Junyuan noticed that Song Jun was sweating coldly, so he got out of bed and said, “I’ll get you a glass of water.”

       At this time, someone from the village chief’s family finally came and took away the crazy woman in the yard.

       Long Xing scratched his head and returned to the house, saying, “What a mess.”

       Feng Junyuan returned to the room with a water glass and handed the water to Song Jun.

       Secretary Wang came over, greeted them first, and then asked, “Why is Teacher Xia missing?”

       Only then did Long Xing and Feng Junyuan realise that Xia Hongshen was not there.

       “I went to the bathroom,” suddenly, Xia Hongshen’s voice came from outside the house.

       Secretary Wang turned around and saw Xia Hongshen and nodded, “Be careful. I’m going to lock the courtyard door. It’s still early. Let’s continue to rest.”

       When Secretary Wang and his family went back to their room, Xia Hongshen walked in and closed the door.

       Long Xing said inexplicably, “People in this village are all weird.”

       Feng Junyuan returned to the bed and squatted next to Song Jun.

       Xia Hongshen came over and reached out to touch Song Jun’s head, noticing that the cold sweat on his head had not yet dissipated.

       Song Jun suddenly grabbed Xia Hongshen’s hand and said, “There must be something weird in this village. I guess the village chief’s wife went mad because her son died. Many young people seem to have died in this village.”

       Xia Hongshen’s palms were dry, so he held Song Jun’s clammy hand with his backhand, sat beside him, and said, “Why do you say that?”

       Song Jun told him about the dream he just had.

       Not only Xia Hongshen, but Feng Junyuan and Long Xing also frowned slightly when they heard what he said.

       After speaking, Song Jun asked Xia Hongshen, “Where did you go just now?”

       Xia Hongshen said, “I went to find out why there were so many ghosts in this village.”

       “What’s going on?” Song Jun asked.

       Xia Hongshen said, “I think I have found the whereabouts of the Thousand Years Lamp’s wick.”

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