The loneliness in Chen Xiang's eyes disappeared instantly, and her eyes widened with surprise on her face!
He Chongtian relies on the blurred half-face surveillance screenshot? !
found it? !
"When did you find it?"
He Chongtian: "On the day you asked me to mind my own business."
Chen Xiangyin put on a flattering face: "Women are so unpredictable that they can't be taken seriously."
He Chongtian: "..."
"Where is she? Is it convenient to find her now?" Chen Xiangyin stood up as he spoke.
"Wait, we haven't finished talking yet. You haven't told me yet, what are we facing?" He Chongtian looked at the empty surroundings again: "Go to my car, I'll talk first."
The two went from the abandoned steam train where the agarwood sang in the hall to the big black G where the crane towered into the sky.
Travel through two completely different worlds.
The interior of his car is stylish, and the ambient lights flow slowly in the dark night.
He Chongtian does not intend to reveal everything.
He decided to only talk about his part between the things his mother asked him to investigate and the things he wanted to investigate himself.
In his heart, mother is the supreme existence.
But he was a little hard to talk about his own affairs.
He Chongtian held the steering wheel and hesitated for so long that Chen Xiangyin almost fell asleep: "Is it so difficult?"
He clenched his jawline and turned to look at her, his lightless eyes as deep as black holes.
"I'm an orphan."
Chen Xiangyin was stunned for a moment, but was not very surprised.
There are a lot of orphans in the world, and with He Chongtian’s weird character, it’s only to be expected that he had an unfortunate childhood.
He Chongtian continued:
"People have no memory before the age of three, but I remember some fragments."
His voice was low and hoarse, and his words were fragmentary, "There was a red maple tree in the yard, and there was a river of blood. I was ignorant and fearless, playing with pieces of meat in my hands, and saw the broken and incomplete bodies of my parents among the dead."
As he spoke, the sea of blood was reflected in front of his eyes again.
"This is a fragment of my memory, which is profound and keeps emerging. But since I have a complete memory, I have been following my adoptive mother, who said she picked me up on the road."
"I don't know my own life experience. My adoptive mother treated me very well, but the fragments of those memories become clearer as I grow older."
"When I grew older, I checked all kinds of information and asked around, but I couldn't find any record of my life experience. Just when I thought everything was just my imagination, I met Mute Aunt."
"Aunt Mute revealed my inner demon: My parents were brutally murdered in front of me when I was young, so I...sometimes lose control."
He Chongtian looked steadily at Chen Xiangyin, the abyss in his eyes getting deeper and deeper.
"The blood-red fragments in my mind were not dreams. I don't know why or what force wiped them clean. I asked my dumb aunt who killed my parents. She only said that the person who killed my parents was not a human being. Since they are not human beings, , is it a ghost or a beast? Aunt Mute's master was still in Qingshan City at the time, and he helped me do a fortune telling, which said that as long as I move to Biluo Ancient Town, I will meet a person who can thread the needle."
Chen Xiang's back felt cold when he heard it. Is it her who is the one who pulls the strings?
At the same time, I also remembered the despair I felt in Liu Ze’s basement.
Suddenly, his hand was squeezed tightly by He Chongtian, his eyes wildly intertwined with prayers.
"You ask me, what is my inner demon, what is my purpose, that's it. I want to know my life experience, and I also want to get out of the quagmire where my emotions are completely out of control sometimes."
"It's true that I'm not entirely here to help you, but to help myself, so tell me, what are we facing?"
He Chongtian's frankness completely exceeded Chen Xiangyin's expectations.
She guessed many possibilities, maybe for power, maybe for profit, or maybe there was really some revenge to be taken.
But his dilemma is vague and heavy.
She knew what it was like to have something in her head that she couldn't control.
I don’t know what it is, I can’t resist, I’m being led by the nose, I’m crossing the river by feeling for stones, I can’t even find the direction.
The hardest part is this: They all have answers they can't get no matter how hard they ask.
Chen Xiangyin never knew how he could become immortal after suffering a fatal illness.
I don’t know if there is any antidote in this world that can make her re-enter reincarnation.
He Chongtian narrowed his eyes and focused on the ticking time on the dial.
He completely concealed his mother's part. In fact, his mother's adoption of him had something to do with what happened that year.
As long as he can remember, his mother has been strict with him, giving him inhumane training and dehumanizing teachings.
Jiang Yuntong told him: If you want to get revenge, you must endure these hardships.
He asked his mother, what happened that year? Revenge against whom?
Mother only said: He will naturally know when the time is right. If he predicts it from her in advance, he will fail.
Jiang Yuntong worked hard to train him, and his goal in life has always been clear.
He is tense and ready all the time, never letting up.
It takes decades to sharpen a sword.
Chen Xiangyin pursed her lips and patted his arm: "The mute aunt told me that day - the beginning of the catastrophe begins today. The bad water breeds the fire of karma, goes against the Five Elements Avenue, and is crumbling like a leaky boat. She called me: Make up for everything.”
These words exceeded He Chongtian's expectations, sounding both serious and unreachable.
After thinking for a long time, he said: "How can water create fire?"
Chen Xiangyin shook his head: "There is a terrible thing dormant in the darkness, invisible. It is playing a big game. It will make the world crumbling like a leaky boat. From the moment I opened the big stone in the underground river of Yanxing Lake, Wang Cuilan was released. A chain reaction begins.”
"Why do you always make up for it?" He Chongtian was probing her.
Chenxiang Yinshui shrugged: "I don't know, I can see many things, born, like you said." She raised her hand: "Front, back, side, inside, outside."
"So you are not invincible?"
"No, it's just seeing, not overriding everything. On the contrary, I feel that it is smaller, like a grain of sand. In the hourglass, its world is only as big as the hourglass. It does not need to understand, see, or think about the world outside the hourglass. . But if you put this grain of sand in the Sahara Desert..." Chen Xiangyin said a little disappointed, not knowing what words to use to describe his feeling of powerlessness.
“The more dimensions you see and involve, the more you cannot see and cannot cope with.”
Chen Xiang nodded, lowered her eyes and said, "As you can see, I am no different from ordinary people. Aunt Mute asked me to make up for everything but I couldn't do it. I just want to find Shen Yueying's body and avenge her."
She did not intend to reveal everything, and was determined to conceal her immortality. Naturally, she did not mention that she was a "witness", nor did she mention her connection with "that thing".
But this does not affect He He Chongtian's plan. She has no heroic complex and wants to save the world. She just wants to pull out Liu Ze and cut him into pieces!
He Chongtian said thoughtfully, "That's right. You and I are just ordinary people. It's already difficult to take care of your own affairs."
"I agree." After speaking, he paused and said with a smile, "It's a bit strange to hear you admit that you are an ordinary person."
The crane soared into the sky and laughed dumbly. It was invincible in everyone's eyes, and it seemed that every step of the way was fortified with tight barriers.
After meeting Chen Xiangyin, his weaknesses that he knew he didn't know about were exposed one after another.
First, he was trapped by her schemes, then he was unable to push her away, then he was helpless in the face of evil spirits, and now even the sea of blood in his mind was exposed.
Thinking of this, he realized something: he didn't seem to know the weaknesses of agarwood, except for being afraid of mice and allergic to cardamom powder and sneezing...
Is there a possibility that Agarwood hides it deeper than him?
