It was the evening of the third day when Han Chang returned to the guest room. In the past two days, he had been searching for people day and night with the disciples of Xue Yan Valley. He had hardly eaten anything and only drank a few sips of water. After all, he is a monster, but his endurance is indeed better than that of ordinary people. He has changed several batches of disciples with him. When the people who accompanied him in the first search saw him after their shift, they couldn't help but exclaimed and asked if he had rested.
His body was not tired, but his heart was tired. This inner exhaustion is also reflected on the face, no wonder they say this. Later, when Senior Zuoyun found out about this, he took over for him personally and had someone take him back to rest before he gave up. Unfortunately, strong winds came up in the afternoon, and the sky was very dark, as if it had fallen early into the night. They all estimated that there would be a spring rain tonight. It rarely rains in Xueyan Valley, and even if it does, the distribution of rain clouds is very scattered. After all, if there is a heavy rain, the snow in the valley will be easily washed away, and this place will not have such a name.
It started raining half way back. The rain was not heavy when it first fell, so he had to speed up his pace while the road was not too muddy. It was spring, and the rain was still cold, which reminded him of his hopeless heart.
When he entered the house, his hair was already wet and strands stuck to his face. Xie Zhe grabbed a handkerchief and handed it to him. He waved his hand and said no. There was a slight heat wave on his body, and his clothes and hair dried. Xie Zhe raised his eyebrows, feeling strange, but he was too lazy to say anything. Han Zhang originally planned to ask about Ling Huan's situation first, but after seeing what Xie Zhe was wearing, he asked this question first:
"You...why are you wearing Xue Yanzong's clothes?"
"I've washed that one, but the others are still dirty. I don't have to change it, so I borrowed one first."
"Is that so... Speaking of which, those disciples told me that Ling Huan woke up that night." Hanshang immediately turned to the topic, "How is the situation now? Is she better? About Miss Xue... did she say anything?"
As he said that, he subconsciously looked at the wall on one side. On the opposite side of the wall was Ling Huan's room. Xie Zhe quickly made a silent gesture to ask him to keep his voice down, then pulled him further away, and then said:
"Don't mention it. She started crying when she woke up that day, and she cried all day and night... She cried and vomited all over me, including yellow bile and water. You weren't there, so you don't know how heartbreaking it was. I didn't dare to ask anything. , but she was like crazy and banging her head against the wall, unable to stop her. She also scratched her face and pulled her hair until there were blood marks on her neck. For those who don’t know, they thought she was possessed by some evil spirit. , but Dr. Gu Zhong and I are convinced that there is no such thing..."
The slight fatigue on Han Chang's face was replaced by shock. From the person Xie Zhe described, he was in no way connected with the always quiet Ye Lingquan. Later, he realized something from Xie Zhe's description. I believe Xie Zhe himself understood this from the strange things he experienced personally.
"We went to the bottom of the cliff that night. Didn't you say that her cat suddenly disappeared? So I guessed this possibility and thought that she broke the shamisen. But I went there again the next day, and still... Not even the body was found.”
"There is no one, but does her breath exist?" Xie Zhe was also very concerned. "I heard that many people who fell down from the mountains survived. Those branches, vines, and weeds made it possible for them to fall to the ground. As for being fatally injured. Maybe she is not seriously injured and can still move around on her own, and then..."
At this point, Xie Zhe couldn't continue talking. All these are just good hopes, but they do not mean they are reality. The two looked at each other in silence for a long time. It was completely dark, and the candlelight that was about to burn out seemed particularly bright in the room. The rain outside the house became louder, and it kept pattering.
"By the way, about Yun Waijing..."
"Let's not mention that for now, it's not important." Han Chang waved his hand, "Is she resting now? I want to take a look."
"Well, it's a little better today. There is a warm-hearted female disciple to help take care of it. I'll take you to have a look."
After that, Xie Zhe led him out to Ling Huan's room next door. Neither of them took an umbrella, after all, it was only a few steps away. But as soon as they reached the door, they heard a girl's shout from next door and a series of collisions of tables and chairs. These sounds may have been there originally, but they didn't listen carefully and ignored them because they were mixed in with the sound of rain. The two of them didn't dare to waste a moment, and quickly stepped forward and broke through the door.
"What are you doing?! Miss Ye, you have to calm down! Someone is coming quickly!"
Then the two saw a shocking scene: Ye Linghua was holding a pair of large scissors in one hand, and his arms and sleeves were covered in blood. The female disciple who was taking care of her was panicked, her face turned pale, and she was in a mess due to the constant dispute with Ling Huan. Xie Zhe immediately rushed forward to snatch Ling Quan's scissors, while Han Zhang pulled the female disciple away. After a quick operation, none of the tables, chairs, or benches were where they should have been. Xie Zhe found that he couldn't pull Ling Huan's scissors no matter what, and she kicked him wildly, so he had no choice but to grab her wrist and pin it behind her. Although this scene looks like a police officer controlling a prisoner, there is no other way.
"What's going on? Why did it happen like this? Are you injured?"
Han Chang pulled a stool for the female disciple to sit down, and the four of them distanced themselves. The female disciple's eyes were still wide open, her hand pointing at Ling Huan was still trembling, and so was her tone.
"After she, she, she woke up, she suddenly searched for things in the room!" The female disciple said incoherently. "I, I asked her what she was looking for, but she didn't say anything. Then she pulled out a pair of scissors and just - Prick yourself! I can't stop it! I can't stop it!"
The female disciple was probably also frightened, so she started crying after saying this. Han Chang still didn't understand why, so he had to pat her on the shoulder, and then persuaded her to go out and take a rest. He also called a few doctors to help, and they would handle it for the time being. The female disciple nodded and trotted away while sobbing. Ling Huan probably had no strength left, so Xie Zhe finally found an opportunity to grab the scissors and throw them away.
"Look at her hand! How's the injury?"
Han Chang came over and lifted up her bloody sleeve, checked it carefully, breathed a sigh of relief, and said it was just a skin injury. Then they carefully helped her sit down and asked her why she did this.
"If you don't do this... if you don't do this," Ling Huan seemed to be still unconscious and talking in his sleep, "If you don't do this, there's no other way. I have to, I have to, I have to... do something - -I want……"
Xie Zhe and Han Zhang looked at each other, wondering what she wanted to say. But it is not difficult to guess that she blames herself very much for Miyin's disappearance, and maybe she is punishing herself in this way.
"Don't think too much. It's not your fault. You can't blame everything on yourself."
Ling Huan shook his head repeatedly: "No, you don't understand... you don't understand. This is all my fault, it's my fault. Maybe, maybe I'm too selfish in my bones, because I want to live - no, no, no Like this, I do it because...because of it, I can only do this, I can't help it..."
She was vague, and every word she expressed seemed so crazy. They knew that Ling Huan must have been greatly stimulated by this accident. It would be very unreasonable for anyone to comment on the person in danger from an outsider's perspective. Regardless of whether Mi Yin's disappearance is directly related to her, she currently does not deserve any degree of blame - unless she pushed Mi Yin off the edge of the cliff. But they all believed that Ling Huan would never do such a thing. The only thing she could feel guilty about was not being able to save someone...even if it had nothing to do with whether she could have done it in the first place.
Ling Huan's chaotic breath suddenly stopped. Xie Zhe looked at her in confusion and found that she was staring at his waist.
When Ling Huan suddenly reached out to draw his sword, he threw the entire scabbard towards Han Shang. Although Han Zhang didn't know what was going on, he reacted quickly and caught Fengyun Zhan, letting Ling Yu miss it. She suddenly lay down on Xie Zhe's lap, as if all her energy was just for this moment, and her strength suddenly ran out. She was as heavy as a lifeless corpse.
Xie Zhe tried to lift her up and let her sit upright again. There was no luster in her eyes, and she was like a puppet at the mercy of others. Her arm was still damp and bleeding from the wound. Doesn't she feel pain?
"What is...what's wrong with you?" Xie Zhe's voice was very soft, not like asking a question, but more like mumbling to himself.
He raised his head and glanced at Han Chang, who shook his head helplessly. Both of them were worried. After she was stimulated this time, she went completely crazy and would never be the same again. Since it was him and Han Chang who asked the two of them to leave at that time, which led to the current situation, then these two people cannot escape the blame.
"Stop blaming yourself," Han Chang finally said, "This matter is all our fault. We thought it was safe in Xueyan Valley, and nothing would happen if we let the two girls go on their own, but we didn't expect... to blame Blame it on us, but if you want to hurt yourself, we won't agree - unless you hurt us first. We can all let you do this, this is our... responsibility, it is retribution."
Ling Huan, who had been silent at first, suddenly seemed to have regained his consciousness. She spoke clearly and eloquently:
"No, you don't understand. Even without what you call a mistake - I would have to cut it off."
"Cut it off?"
"Cut what?"
The two of them focused their attention. Xie Zhe sat more upright, and Han Sheng no longer leaned against the wall, but stood up straight. Ling Huan looked at his bloody arm and remained silent.
"One day I will probably become very bad..." she murmured softly, "but if I can escape its control - then everything can return to normal... Miyin will not..."
"Don't be stupid. How can your hand have a will of its own? It is a part of you. It can never control you. You are its master."
"Hanshang is right. Didn't Lord Jiyue also say it? Your hand is just a spiritual power sealed, and it will never produce its own thoughts. Moreover, there is no talisman attached to it. , let alone insects that can control people..."
