She wanders alone in Qinglian Town.
No one can remember how long the dusk lasted here. People continue the same actions over and over again without getting tired of it. The mother who came from the south with her child listened patiently to his chatter. They traveled from south to north, again and again, not knowing when to turn back or when to return home. The vendor who was about to close the stall counted the last inventory. After counting, he turned around, wiped his sweat, and picked the worst-quality fruit to quench his thirst. After eating, he took stock of the stall's inventory again. He could never finish eating that fruit. The patrolling detective touched the woman's shoulder for the umpteenth time and apologized for the umpteenth time.
The dusk is eternal, with no end in sight, leaving only this grotesque and picturesque scene. Has this phantom town been left unmaintained for so long that it has fallen into this state, or has the cycle time been deliberately shortened just to save mana? Zishu was indeed curious, but he didn't really care. She came back here to return the resentment as agreed. Originally, she just had to leave the sword here, but she decided to wait a little longer until Lord Kutsutsuki arrived. She wanted to ask those questions.
Maybe it’s because the sword has Lord Kuchtsuki’s demonic power, or maybe she’s considered a frequent visitor to the town. The residents here don’t regard her as a foreign object, just Repeat those specific actions on your own. She walked for a long time and came to the familiar Qinglian Pond. The color of the sunset is particularly bright, making the lotus cages appear bright red.
She stared blankly at the boring scenery. And at a certain moment, she suddenly felt a vibration on her hand.
It was a...very weak vibration, as if it was telling something silently. She understood that it was sending a message. But if it is a metaphor for something with sound, then this time it is indeed a very quiet reminder, and you will ignore it if you are not paying attention. Compared with the clues provided before, this vibration is so obscure. There is no spiritual path plan that rushes into my mind, and there are no pictures of characters that come into view. She only knew superficially that Yuan Xiu had something to say.
Zishu had been thinking before...if Yin Quan's body was missing but still in the underworld, then he should be able to detect something from the gap between the six paths, from the place of death and life. However, no one has ever tried whether resentment can track an inanimate body. But now that she's here, now that she's sensed something, she expects that she can probably do something.
She slowly raised the knife so that it was parallel to the lake, and then slowly closed her eyes.
There is indeed a connection - it's just too weak. Is it because it's too far away? Logically speaking, if the blade pierced the throat, such an obvious wound would allow Resentment to be easily traced. Could it be that the reason is that resentment is a weapon in the human world, and its power will weaken when it goes to other places? But knowing this, there is no solution for the time being. She has no choice but this clue.
Well, maybe there is a choice.
Want to go look for it?
Or not?
Just as she took a step forward and her bright red embroidered shoes were soaked by the shallow water by the pond, the whole world suddenly became quiet.
She Zishu opened his eyes, turned around, and found that everyone had stopped and stopped what they were doing. They were all motionless, but they all looked at her, from the white-haired old man to the infant child. The eyes that were originally full of vitality suddenly became hollow and lifeless. Almost like a warning, they all stared at her, as if the town was telling her in its own way that it was watching her.
Shouldn't it be like this? No, the town is lifeless. But she was leaving it from a place that was not a passage. Just like in a sheepfold, a sheep does not leave from the door, but wants to cross the fence on the side. As a result, all the sheep focused their attention on it.
But is it really a sheep? A docile sheep?
She Zishu ignored their gazes, raised his knife, and walked straight to the depths of the pond. The water gradually covered her ankles, her knees, her waist, her shoulders, and finally the top of her head. The painting tube she had been carrying on her back was coated with a layer of spiritual power, which blocked the water from the pool.
The further she walked, the slimier the mud became, making it difficult for her to move forward. But that didn't stop her. If you hesitate even a little bit, you will fall deeper and deeper into trouble. Until the end, her long black hair floating on the water like water plants completely disappeared. Not even a single bubble appeared on the surface of the pool, as if nothing had been submerged. So people started walking and moving again, repeating the set scripts.
Walking underwater is not an easy task, and even if she opens her eyes wide, she can't see clearly, for the time being. But Bitter Eclipse occasionally projects information into her mind. She saw Yin Yu's back - she was almost sure that this was Yin Yu's information. But the silhouette just moved forward silently, and even if she quickened her pace, she couldn't catch up. She tried to speak, but the water pressure restricted her. For a moment, Yin Huan's back stopped and turned around silently.
Zishu only saw a blank face without facial features.
Are you really Ye Yinyu? Zishu couldn't help but want to ask, but he still couldn't speak. If she wanted to know the truth of the matter, she knew very well that she could only follow the clues of resentment.
A world that disappears at dusk will usher in night. The stars in this world hang high in the sky and shine so brightly. But Ling Hu really had no intention of appreciating it. No matter what she sees now, she can always think of the friends she once spent day and night with. They had enjoyed nights like this countless times together, at different times and with different moods. She thought about it over and over again, but she couldn't figure out how those guys could be so heartless? Even Wenying was serious. Not only did she not speak up for herself, she even ran back into the house and hid...
There was a feeling of complaint, but she didn't hold a grudge. She was just sad. It’s sad that those precious days are gone.
She hasn't found Yin Hu yet. I wonder if she is okay now? She lay in front of the window, looking at the stars in the sky, and couldn't help but think of the past when her grandma taught them to identify the stars in the night sky one by one. She can't remember much now, she only remembers that one on each side of the two of them was curled up in her grandma's arms, like fledglings hiding under the wings of a big bird.
"Miss, it's so late, you'd better rest quickly. Staying up late is not good for your health..."
"snort."
She slammed the window shut, not wanting to talk to the servants patrolling downstairs. She has been "heavily guarded" since she was brought home. She feels that no inmate on death row in the sky jail is treated like this. Just yesterday, there were two maids staring at her in the room. They didn't look away when they were eating and drinking, which made her feel uncomfortable. She got angry, hit them with cups, and drove them away, without any regard for the friendship between the two of them who took care of her in the past. Her father came to reprimand her in person, but she was even more fierce than him, and she didn't act like a lady at all when she behaved. Everyone said that she had been traveling for a while, and her temper had become so wild for some reason. She must not have been led astray by someone. It was even more outrageous to say this, and she smashed everything she could pick up without caring about her appearance. This crazy look frightened everyone, and even an old servant said, maybe he was possessed by something evil? She doesn't care about that. In the end it was her mother who held her tightly and sobbed into her hair. Her mother begged her to understand her family's concern and longing for Yin Quan. She calmed down and said nothing - rather shocked by the statement.
Her mother still felt sorry for her and was afraid that she would be too uncomfortable, so she asked the maid not to enter the house if she was fine. But this strict vigilance was never relaxed from beginning to end. On the way home, she planned her escape several times, but found no chance. She was not happy at all when she returned to the familiar boudoir she had been away from for a long time. All those exquisite jewelry are there, and there are even a few extra pieces. They were bought for her by her family members who were thinking about her. The bedding and sheets have been replaced with a clean set, which has not been used once, and you can still smell the fragrance of cotton that has been exposed to the sun. This is all very good... but she finds it difficult to appreciate it. Sometimes, she even complained about why she couldn't appreciate it?
The family didn't even complain about her losing the agate. Everyone obviously loves her, but she knows she is being willful. But the more this happened, the sadder she felt. Without her help, Xie Zhe and the others would have to live in cheap hotels, or even sleep on the streets to save money, right? Winter will come soon, can they do this? Are they willing to spend money to buy themselves winter clothes? After all this time, will Han Shan still use the fox's trick of using blind stones and leaves as silver flowers? What about Yingying? Ask Yingying how familiar he is with the rules of the human world? There shouldn't be any more jokes now, probably.
Where is Yin Huan... is she okay? Ling Huan remembered again what his father muttered and cursed when he turned away and left. Her ears were very sharp, and she heard him talking about the impermanence outside the door. He said that they took Yin Quan away and said they would ensure her safety, but they never wrote a letter home, not as good as Ling Quan. How can this make them feel relieved?
They shouldn't have said that, and they shouldn't have blamed everything on their "incompetence". She knew very well that despite being so responsible, they still had to bear these undeserved infamy. This is really a troublesome business, thankless... But what else can she say, what else can she do? No one will understand. Ordinary people only feel that the people they love deeply are hurt. They can only see and feel this, which is absolutely normal.
But...but...they risk their lives in everything. In fact, some people actually died for it. She originally thought that Liu Dao Impermanence would never die, but it just happened. When she thought about it, it was hard for her to accept the change of her friend. If her parents really lost their daughter, they would be heartbroken. They are not wrong, and neither are the impermanent people. What is wrong is the evildoers and bad monsters who deserve death. Of course they deserved to die, but now there was nothing she could do.
She can't even protect herself.
She lay down on the bed helplessly. Pulling the warm and thick quilt to her chest, she sighed deeply. She also felt a despair similar to that of her own family members - the feeling of receiving letters but not knowing where to send a reply. Do they still write to themselves? They shouldn't be so heartless... Since they are friends, they have to feel at ease in the future adventures.
It's better to go to sleep quickly. If you don't sleep, you won't be able to fall asleep again. After returning home, her right hand began to hurt again at night. This slight pain is similar to the pain in grandma’s legs before it rains. Maybe it was an old wound, she thought. She hasn't used the power of the ghost hand for a long time, and until now she has no confidence that she can awaken it.
Or maybe, I will never need it again in this life.
