Free Web NovelThe wind gathered the clouds like a shepherd, and the dark clouds, like a stampeding flock of sheep, surged, gathered, and tightly huddled together across the sky.
Thin mist drifted, and the rain pattered down. The colossal silhouette of the city ruins, like a mirage, stood between heaven and earth.
The rain soaked the rooftop. A young man lay quietly on the cold, damp floor. Beside him was a young girl.
“......”
Lu Yibei held a broken umbrella she had found from somewhere, squatting on the ground, staring intently at the unconscious Qingji.
From a distance, she looked like a Little Girl attracted by a snail on her way to school on a rainy day.
Her heart was heavy. She felt that her Ancestor was in big trouble!
His face was gaunt, he was deeply asleep, and his heartbeat was weak. When she arrived here, Qingji had already become like this.
Although it was a bit absurd for someone who might not even be considered alive to have a heartbeat, based on the current symptoms, the Ancestor seemed very much like he had experienced soul separation, as described in legends.
The scientific name: persistent vegetative state.
“He won't wake up no matter how I call him. What should I do?”
In the past hour or so, Lu Yibei had tried various methods to wake Qingji.
This included, but was not limited to, whispering in his ear, lightly tapping his cheek with her small hand, stimulating acupuncture points with Spiritual Energy spikes, the human pendulum, the flesh and blood wind-fire wheel, and other methods.
But it was completely useless!
“If worst comes to worst, I can only...” Lu Yibei lowered her head to look at her small hand, her gaze gradually turning cold.
Although, so far, her score against Qingji was 17:7659.
Among the dozen or so times she won, about ten were mutual destruction under the explosion of the Hundred-Armed Giant Power.
However, she also clearly knew that in this place, even if the physical body was destroyed and turned into dust, it could be resurrected quickly.
If it really came down to it, she could only send the Ancestor on his way!
Maybe starting over would fix things?
Just like when an electronic device freezes, turning it off and restarting it has over a 70% chance of restoring normal operation.
Lu Yibei thought sneakily, and evil thoughts suddenly arose. Along with a surge of Spiritual Energy within her body, a chaotic, dazzling silver light cluster, emitting a violent aura, appeared in her palm.
I'm sorry, Ancestor, this is absolutely not intentional revenge. This is me being obedient and filial.
On a rainy day like this, letting you lie on the wet ground all the time isn't a solution, right?
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On the other side.
On the ancient street, in front of the Yanzhi Tavern, by a dining table.
The few small /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ dishes on the table were already empty. Empty wine jars were placed from the table onto the ground. Counting them carefully, there were as many as eleven jars.
The air was filled with the rich aroma of yellow wine.
Hua Sang and Qingji sat on either side of the dining table, half-leaning on the edge, swaying their heads drunkenly, raising their cups from time to time, muttering incoherently.
Although eating and drinking here didn't fill their stomachs in the real world, the wine here was still intoxicating when immersed in it.
“*Hiccup*, my young friend, let me tell you! Miss Yanzhi is exceptionally beautiful. The first time I saw her was...” Qingji swayed and looked around, pointing to the water channel behind him, “It was right beside this water channel.”
“It was midsummer, the afternoon sun was scorching, the cicadas were noisy. She wore a blue square scarf and a peach-colored silk skirt. A pair of white embroidered shoes were placed beside her. Her small feet, very white and tender, were dangling, dangling in the water, and they just dangled into my heart... And guess what happened?”
Qingji spoke while reminiscing, his eyes shining as he spoke, a treasure hidden within that light.
“Hmm, I don’t know...” Hua Sang shook her head with a hazy look in her eyes, “But, but I know you must have fallen for her, right?”
“Hehehe... *Hiccup*!” Qingji laughed out loud, his smile full of memories and a hint of lewdness, “At that time, I charged forward in a flash, grabbed her embroidered shoes, and ran!” ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
“Hmm...” Hua Sang pouted and frowned, “I understand. This is called, called seeing beauty and having evil thoughts, right?”
“What do you mean, seeing beauty and having evil thoughts? That's love at first sight!” Qingji corrected loudly.
“But, *hiccup*...” Hua Sang's pink lips were pressed against the edge of the wine cup. She pondered for two seconds, then mumbled, “Strictly speaking, all love at first sight is just seeing beauty and having evil thoughts.”
Upon hearing this, Qingji was silent for a long time, unable to find words to refute Hua Sang for a moment. He could only change the subject and say, “Guess what she did after I took her shoes?”
“Anxious? Angry? Hmm, I don’t know...” Hua Sang shook her head.
“She actually pulled out a kitchen knife from her bosom and chopped at me!” Qingji gestured exaggeratedly, “You know, the kind of extra-large kitchen knife used for slaughtering pigs, right?” fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm
“She held the knife and chased me through five streets. The last flying knife she threw almost sliced off half my head!”
Hearing this, Hua Sang couldn't help but interrupt, “This... this isn't right! How could Miss Yanzhi catch up to you?”
In her opinion, Qingji was a Senior from Da Chunyang Palace. Logically, as long as he used some movement techniques, it would be difficult for ordinary people to catch up using only their feet.
“That’s why you’re still, what was that thing you said before... Oh, right, too young!” Qingji tilted his chin slightly, his flushed face showing a somewhat proud expression.
“If I didn't let her catch up, wouldn't our fate be cut off?”
Hearing this, Hua Sang silently poured a cup of wine for Qingji, filled her own cup, and then toasted him.
No wonder he was a Senior!
He even played the hooligan in such a clear and unconventional way. If this were now, he'd be in the police station eight times a day.
Qingji raised his wine cup and drank it in one gulp, continuing, “Besides, Miss Yanzhi wasn't bad either. She could easily carry dozens of pounds of meat, plus over a hundred pounds of vegetables and fruits, all by herself.”
“That person, with one... *Hiccup*! One kitchen knife thrown, she directly split open the two-inch thick door panel of the shop.”
Hua Sang silently gave a thumbs-up, praising, “That can already be considered natural divine strength.”
“Exactly! I only found out later that this Miss Lu was famously fierce, and ordinary two or three strong men were no match for her. Almost no one in the ten-mile radius dared to provoke her.”
“Then, then did you return the shoes to her later?” Hua Sang tilted her head and asked.
Hearing this, Qingji's eyes, which had just been shining, suddenly dimmed. Without a word, he grabbed a jar of wine, slapped off the seal, tilted his head back, and drank half the jar with loud gulps.
Putting down the wine jar, he quietly looked at the side of the water channel, lost in thought, his eyes hazy, his cheeks flushed, his body swaying slightly. He looked very drunk.
He didn't know if it was the wine that had intoxicated him, or the Miss who had once sat there.
After a long time, Qingji withdrew his gaze and sighed silently, “Did I return them? Probably... There were many things that happened later that I don't remember. I only remember that I opened this shop for her later, and then...”
“And then, I lost her...”
“How did you lose her?”
Qingji remained silent, his eyebrows lowered. Judging from his expression, he likely didn't remember.
Hua Sang looked at Qingji hazily, blinked, and comforted him, “Senior, you don't need to be too sad if you can't remember. Didn't you not remember these things before either?”
“Now that you've remembered these, you should be able to slowly remember other things as well.”
Hearing this, Qingji was slightly stunned, then burst into laughter, “Haha, you're right. I was being sentimental. It's embarrassing, embarrassing.”
“Don't just talk about me, talk about yourself too! Before, I only knew that you were seriously injured at a young age, but I never heard you mention how you got that injury.”
In the past, their friendship was like the gentle flow of water between gentlemen. They would never ask more about things the other person didn't want to talk about.
But today, Qingji had already told all his embarrassing stories. If he didn't get Hua Sang to say something, he felt he was losing out big time!
“This, this...” Hua Sang rubbed her slightly throbbing temples and said with a wry smile, “So, are we having a truth-telling session today?”
“Hmm? Truth-telling session?” Qingji nodded slightly, “That's a good word! Yes, today is a truth-telling session, haha!”
Hua Sang pondered for a few seconds, pursed her lips, and swayed as she sat up straight. She looked at Qingji's eyes with a burning gaze and said in a serious tone, “Senior, have you ever killed anyone?”
“I have, I vaguely remember... I've killed many,” Qingji said.
“Innocent people? The kind of people who, if nothing unexpected happened, would have lived a peaceful and happy life,” Hua Sang said solemnly.
As she spoke, she seemed to recall something. Beneath the messy green hair that hung down and obscured her face, her clear eyes were slightly red-rimmed.
Hearing this, Qingji suddenly felt much more sober. He frowned and looked at Hua Sang, not saying a word.
Hua Sang, without waiting, grabbed the half-finished jar of wine that Qingji hadn't finished, and like Qingji just now, she drank it down. Then, holding the empty wine jar, she looked down at her toes and muttered, “Senior, I have killed, many, many innocent people...”
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The rain continued to fall, as if it would never stop.
On the dilapidated and crumbling rooftop.
Lu Yibei pressed her left hand tightly against her bloody right shoulder, looking at the Ancestor twisting and turning on the ground, muttering to himself. She wanted to cry but had no tears.
A few minutes ago.
Just as she was controlling the Hundred-Armed Giant Power, preparing to help her Ancestor complete molecular reconstruction, the Ancestor suddenly started talking.
He said, “Truth-telling... That's right, today is a truth-telling session!”
Lu Yibei was already feeling guilty in front of Qingji because she was impersonating his wife. When she suddenly heard Qingji say those words, her heart tightened, and she subconsciously clenched her pink fists.
And then...
The light cluster of Hundred-Armed Giant Power condensed in her palm exploded.
With a “bang!”, her entire right arm, along with her shoulder, exploded into a cloud of blood mist. Not even a single piece of intact flesh or bone could be found.
For a moment, Lu Yibei strongly suspected that Qingji was not in any trouble at all, but was undergoing some new type of torture routine targeting her.
If she rashly attacked him, he would immediately erupt and kill her in her sleep, like Prime Minister Cao.
But now...
Listening to Qingji's flushed cheeks and the intermittent girl's voice coming from his mouth, she felt that the problem her Ancestor was facing was probably even more serious than she had imagined.
“I have killed, many, many innocent people...”
Lu Yibei, “......”
What the ♦ hell is this?!
Ancestor, what are you doing, Ancestor? Why are you making a Little Girl's voice?
Could it be... you also have the core body of a Witch Breed?
Complaining in her heart, Lu Yibei glanced at Qingji and silently distanced herself from him.
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