Chapter 29 I Want to Sleep with You (Compromise)

The wind whistled, swirling fallen petals across the eaves. Red lanterns hanging from the pillars clinked together, making a soft rustling sound.

Mingjian arrived downstairs, panting. Song Heyu and Gu Zhi were sitting on the floor, looking disheveled, with their hands behind their backs. Seeing them come down, they asked, "Are you alright?"

Downstairs, the scene was a mess. The madam lay on her back on the ground, a long sword embedded in her chest. Blood soaked through her silk gauze, spreading a dark red stain on the ground. She was already lifeless.

Broken beams crashed down haphazardly, crushing the exquisite screen to pieces, scattering wood and porcelain shards all over the floor.

"Hmm." Mingjian nodded. "Are you still able to leave?"

Gu Zhi got up from the ground, dusted off his hands, bent down to pick up the sword, and said, "Of course, she only recently reached the Golden Core stage. Although she is not easy to deal with, Song Heyu and I together are enough."

Song Heyu also said, "It's alright. How's everything going on your end?"

"Let's talk as we walk," Mingjian said.

After saying that, Mingjian and Xiao Bumian walked out.

Seeing that the two hadn't caught up, Ming was about to turn around when he saw Gu Zhi running ahead with a sword in his arms, his mouth never stopping, "Damn it, what the hell is that?! What did you bring out?"

Mingjian immediately sensed something was wrong. Looking back, he saw dense lines of blood spreading rapidly outwards along the corridor from the second-floor room, wrapping around their ankles like living creatures.

"..."

He was also curious about what it was!

"I don't know either!"

Mingjian then pulled Xiao Bumian along and continued running wildly.

Seeing that they had all run away, Song Heyu was at a loss for words. He threw out a Thunder Explosion Talisman, and seeing that the spread of the blood lines had indeed slowed down, he pulled out the sword from the madam's chest and went out.

The moment he stepped out, a gust of wind swept by, and the door of Qin Shi Lou slammed shut behind them, causing the copper bells on the eaves to jingle. Almost simultaneously, all the lights inside the building went out.

Looking back, they saw countless lines of blood gushing out from the cracks in the doors and windows, climbing up the beams and pillars. The blood lines intertwined into a net, and in the blink of an eye, the entire Qin Shi Tower was wrapped in a giant cocoon.

Gu Zhi was still shaken, goosebumps rising all over her body. "What did you and Xiao Bumian do in there?"

Seeing that he had no way to express his bitterness, he forced a smile and said, "Would you believe me if I said I didn't do anything?"

Gu Zhi shook his head. "I don't believe it."

Xiao Bumian, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke up. His eyes were filled with a faint smile, and his tone was gentle. He turned his head to look at Mingjian, "Aren't we going to the Prince of Anling's mansion?"

Mingjian was taken aback for a moment, then nodded, "Yes."

Xiao Bumian took Mingjian's long, white fingers in her hand and smiled slightly. "Then let's go."

"oh."

Mingjian didn't know if he was bewitched, but when Xiao Bumian looked down at him, he couldn't bring himself to refuse and let him lead him away.

Gu Zhi remained silent for a long time, standing in front of Qin Shi Lou watching their backs.

The cool moonlight cast long shadows of them, and the luminous pearls hidden by the seaweed by the roadside shone with a faint glow, the light filtering through the gaps and spreading out in a hazy, indistinct way.

The warm yellow fluorescent wings fluttered, dazzling and beautiful, like a sky full of stars.

After the two had walked away, Gu Zhi turned to look at Song Heyu and pondered, "Do you think I'm crazy? Why do I always feel a little intimidated by Xie Hanwei? This shouldn't be the case. I'm at the third level of Foundation Establishment, while he's only at the seventh level of Qi Refining."

Song Heyu breathed a sigh of relief. "You're not crazy."

Actually, he was quite scared too.

Although he had never seen Xie Hanwei at Jianming Immortal Mountain, his intuition told him that this person was not as simple as he appeared.

"It's best not to provoke him until we know his background," Song Heyu said.

Gu Zhi didn't think that much about it. Before long, he recovered and moved closer to Ming Jian, walking backwards with his hands behind his head. "Why are you suddenly going to the Prince of Anling's mansion?"

Mingjian then explained the story of Yuzhu to the two of them in just a few words.

After Mingjian finished speaking, Guzhi raised an eyebrow and said, "So all these strange things were caused by that thing, Prince Anling?"

He recalled the scene when they first met Prince Anling at the Zheng residence. Prince Anling was wearing a bright red wedding robe, his eyes were red, and he was squatting on the ground with a choked voice, staring blankly at Zheng Wenlang's corpse, looking deeply affectionate.

I suddenly felt nauseous.

Song Heyu wasn't in a good mood either. He had comforted Prince Anling a few times at the time, but now, thinking back, he only regretted not arresting the man in time to exorcise him and interrogate him.

Song Heyu sighed softly, "I never imagined that the death of Young Master Zheng was orchestrated by this person."

Perhaps the truth was too heavy, because the group stopped talking for the rest of the journey and sped up their pace toward the Prince of Anling's residence.

Unfortunately, they arrived too late. When they reached the Prince of Anling's mansion, the vermilion gates were wide open, and they could hear mournful cries coming from inside. The cries were heart-wrenching and particularly jarring in the silent night.

The group felt a chill run down their spines and quickly stepped over the threshold.

In front of the inner courtyard gate, dozens of maids knelt on the ground with their heads bowed in fear, their faces extremely pale, and some of the younger ones were still trembling.

The old Prince Anling was being supported by two servants, his face extremely pale. There was also a dignified and elegant woman, who was half-lying in a pool of blood, her ten fingers clutching the prince's chest.

Her hair was disheveled, a gold hairpin dangling askew beside her blood-stained temple, as she hysterically sobbed, "My son...you bunch of useless trash! The Anling Prince's Mansion used so many spirit stones to feed you, yet you couldn't even protect my son..."

Mingjian followed his gaze and saw that on the chest of the Prince of Anling, there was a bloody hole exactly like the one on Yuzhu.

They arrived too late.

It is clear that I am feeling restless.

Whether the wedding dress demon was actually Song Yao or not is still unknown. Several days have passed and they are still completely confused. What if they really can't get out?

Moreover, Shi Lian's words always made Ming Jian feel uneasy. If in the end, the spiritual power of those cultivators who were not parasitized by the mermaid eggs all disappeared, how would they break this formation?

He was thinking seriously when he suddenly heard Gu Zhi exclaim, "Where did you get the spirit butterfly?"

Mingjian suddenly came to his senses and saw that Xiao Bumian was squatting on the ground, with a dark blue spirit butterfly on the tip of his slender right finger. The fine patterns on the butterfly's wings glowed with fluorescence.

"Hmm," he gently poked the butterfly's wings with his other hand, thought for a moment, and said, "I caught it last night."

Their tone was light and cheerful, as if they were discussing what to eat.

Mingjian paused upon hearing this. He recalled that although Xiao Bumian had inexplicably ended up in his bed the night before, he seemed to have left the princess's residence for a period of time before that.

He thought Xiao Bumian had gone to look for his things again.

I didn't expect they were going to catch Spirit Butterflies.

Xiao Bumian lowered his eyes slightly and placed the spirit butterfly in his hand on the wound of the Prince of Anling. The spirit butterfly fluttered its wings, and silver powder fell.

The old lady asked in a daze, "Sir, what...what is this all about?"

Before entering the Prince of Anling's residence, Song Heyu showed the Demon Extermination Bureau's token to the steward, who then came in to announce their arrival. As a result, the old Prince of Anling and his wife held them in high esteem.

Gu Zhi explained, "This little thing is a spirit butterfly. Any living creature that has been touched by His Highness's scent within an hour can be found."

Upon hearing this, the old lady suddenly stood up, her face contorted with rage, and said, "It must be that vile woman Qin Shilou! I beg you gentlemen to do justice for my son!"

Seeing the complex emotions in his eyes, Ming said after a long while, "Madam, Yuzhu is also dead."

Although Yu Zhu can still speak with him and Xiao Bumian, his heart is long gone. He's only still bound by obsessions, desires, and unfinished business. Once those obsessions dissipate, he will die immediately.

"I don't believe it!" The old lady shook her head. She said, "It's impossible. That wretched woman still wanted to enter the Anling Prince's mansion. She couldn't have died so easily!"

Ming sighed, at a loss for words again, and he was unwilling to say another word.

“It was your son who poisoned him. Your son wanted him dead. When we arrived at Qin Shi Lou, Yu Zhu was barely alive. If he hadn’t told us the truth, how could we have arrived here in the middle of the night?”

The old lady was stunned upon hearing this, and after a long while, she collapsed to the ground.

Mingjian watched coldly, not feeling that Shen Mingqian had died unjustly. If it were him, he would be like Yuzhu, even if he were to die, he would drag the person who harmed him down with him.

The night passed amidst the chaos of war.

When they returned to the princess's residence, it was already dawn.

Mingjian just wants to sleep right now.

Although everything was absolutely terrible.

Nothing has been resolved yet.

But the world is vast, and besides cultivating immortality, sleeping is the most important thing.

Mingjian yawned, tears still welling up in his eyes, "Let's talk about the rest after we've rested."

Gu Zhi nodded in agreement, "I also need to go back and get something to eat, I'm so hungry."

After saying goodbye to the two, Mingjian dragged his legs toward the side room.

Although Mingjian wanted to just go back to his room without caring about anything, Xiao Bumian practically had "I'm very unhappy" written all over his face.

The dead, who used to smile, no longer do. It's strange how they've stopped smiling.

No matter what, Xiao Bumian is his target, so it's still necessary to offer her some comfort from time to time.

Mingjian rubbed his eyes, forcing himself to stay awake, and asked, "Aren't you happy?"

Xiao Bumian's eyelashes trembled slightly. He looked at Ming Jian and smiled slightly, "Do you like Ling Die?"

Mingjian: "..."

How did the topic turn to this? Didn't Xiao Bumian find it abrupt?

Well, he's already a yandere, so he has to give in to him.

Mingjian paused for a moment and then said, "It's alright."

Actually, she's quite pretty.

Unfortunately, the spirit butterfly couldn't find the Wedding Dress Demon, so it was useless. We still need to find another way to lure out the Wedding Dress Demon.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Bumian smiled. He remembered correctly that the cat did indeed like to catch butterflies. The night before, he was in a bad mood and felt a tightness in his chest. When he saw that fairy butterfly on the road, he caught it.

I intended to give it to Mingjian, but that spirit butterfly misbehaved and ran away, so I can only use it for something else.

If that fairy butterfly hadn't run off, it could be playing with Mingjian right now. Just imagining the scene of the cat chasing the butterfly made Xiao Bumian feel happy.

"I'll catch one for you next time." Xiao Bumian's eyes showed a hint of joy.

Mingjian: ? ? ?

Why bother getting it for him? He can't eat it anyway.

Then, thinking that he might need it sometime, he nodded and said, "Oh."

It's a bit strange, but it's within his acceptable range.

"Then I'll go inside."

Xiao Bumian looks normal now, which fits his persona of a smile hiding a knife.

"Do you want to sleep?" Xiao Bumian asked.

Mingjian looked completely bewildered and nodded hastily, "Yeah."

"I want to sleep with you."

Mingjian: "Oh."

He turned his head, and after a long while, his movement of pushing the door suddenly stopped.

Mingjian: "..."

Did he mishear?

But Xiao Bumian went into the house first. He tilted his head and asked, "Aren't you coming in?"

He clearly forced a smile, but it wasn't a genuine one.

Are you kidding me? Whose room is this?!

Why is Xiao Bumian acting like he's in his own room?

Mingjian felt that his acceptance level was indeed much higher than before. For example, in the past, he would have worried that Xiao Bumian might take advantage of him, but now his acceptance level was very good.

Since we can't beat them anyway, we might as well just let things slide.

"I want to sleep inside," Mingjian said in despair.