Chapter 32 Does the junior brother who sleeps with me want to take a bath?

As night deepened in the imperial city, the long streets were brightly lit, like daytime.

Xiao Bumian sat on the second floor of the inn, his fingertips lightly tapping his teacup, a faint smile playing on his lips. He listened as the storyteller below slammed his fist on the table, startling the audience: "Even the mighty Prince Anling was helpless against the 'Wedding Dress Demon,' let alone us commoners. I heard that on the night he breathed his last, the entire palace echoed with women's laughter..."

The audience erupted in uproar.

Some busybodies exclaimed, "My daughter just got married the day before yesterday, how come nothing bad has happened to her?"

Immediately, the people in the hall began to discuss it in hushed tones.

The storyteller, interrupted by his words, was not annoyed. He stroked his beard and smiled, "Do you all know what kind of people this 'Wedding Dress Demon' specifically targets?"

He deliberately lowered his voice, "I'll specifically seek out those wicked people to take their lives..."

Xiao Bumian didn't listen anymore. He slowly got up and left the inn.

The streetlights cast distorted shadows behind him. As he walked into the darkness, he casually tore open a rift, and his figure blurred into the night like ink wash painting.

An old man selling sugar figurines on the street yawned, and vaguely saw a few crabapple petals fall from the sky. In the blink of an eye, the alley was deserted, with only the night wind blowing through it.

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The fog is getting thicker.

It had started raining in the woods outside the city sometime earlier.

Xiao Bumian held up an umbrella, and the raindrops hit the umbrella surface with a dull sound.

Several ethereal blue butterflies clung to her slender, fair fingers, their wings fluttering gently as silvery dust drifted down.

Xiao Bumian stood holding an umbrella, his moon-white robe half-transparent by the mist, outlining his narrow waistline.

He lowered his eyes, his thick eyelashes trembling slightly.

She chuckled softly, her expression calm and her tone gentle, "Found it."

The fog grew thicker and thicker, almost swallowing the entire forest.

Xiao Bumian walked calmly through the rain, completely unaffected.

Several ethereal blue butterflies led the way for him, their fluttering wings scattering silver dust that traced fleeting streaks of light in the rain.

Finally, he stopped at a certain place.

His gaze lingered on something not far away. After a moment of silence, he smiled and asked, "Aren't you coming out yet?"

His cheerful voice cut through the rain, sounding exceptionally clear in the silent forest. He slightly raised the edge of the umbrella, revealing his smiling eyes and brows.

There was still only the sound of rain hitting the leaves.

"Fine, it seems I'll have to do it myself."

Xiao Bumian sighed softly and slightly raised his fingertips.

The bone chain shot out, tearing through the rain curtain, and a red shadow flashed by. Song Yao's half-mermaid body barely avoided a fatal blow, his scales gleaming coldly in the rain.

"What a pity," Xiao Bumian murmured.

The bone chain trembled slightly on his wrist, as if thirsting for unfulfilled blood. A dark glint of pleasure flickered in his eyes, and even the corners of his lips were tinged with a sickly tenderness.

Especially when he thought about how Song Yao had once tried to take his cat away.

Xiao Bumian's breathing quickened slightly, and his eyes shone with even greater pleasure.

He didn't even move, standing calmly in the rain with his umbrella. Anyone who didn't know better would think he was admiring the scenery instead of killing someone.

Until the sound of bone chains piercing flesh was heard, Song Yao knelt on the ground, blood spilling from his lips.

Xiao Bumian slowly stepped forward and approached.

Song Yao's merman features became increasingly obvious. He began to grow gills, a characteristic of mermen, on the back of his neck. His exposed arms and legs were covered with fish scales and had sharp teeth. His bright red wedding dress was soaked through by the rain, and the bloodstains were blurred in the mud.

Xiao Bumian looked down at him, her eyes carrying a hint of divine compassion. His moon-white robe was spotless, yet he was surrounded by thick demonic energy, like a pure lotus stained with ink, a strange blend of holiness and malevolence.

"Junior Brother doesn't know that Senior Brother Song has also fallen into demonic possession," Xiao Bumian said regretfully.

Song Yao's eyes were sinister. He was consumed by lust, but when he heard the words "Junior Brother," he was somewhat dazed. He forgot who he was, but it seemed that there was always an obsession in his heart.

"Who...who are you?" Song Yao clutched his head in anguish.

Fragmented memories flashed through my mind, and my head throbbed with pain.

"Hmm," Xiao Bumian's lips curled into a pleased smile, "You're almost completely assimilated, aren't you?"

Song Yao shook his head, his face contorted in a grimace. He couldn't remember who the person in front of him was, but his subconscious told him that this person was dangerous, and that he disliked Xiao Bumian.

A thief who has lost his memory.

Then it doesn't seem meaningful whether to kill or not.

Xiao Bumian immediately lost interest. He retracted the bone chain, squatted down, and rain dripped from the edge of the umbrella onto Song Yao's blood-stained wedding dress.

Her voice was somewhat ethereal as she stared at Song Yao lying on the ground, "Did you see my bone spurs?"

The feeling of several chains piercing through his body was unpleasant. After the bone chains were retracted, Song Yao lay on his back on the ground. He didn't know why Xiao Bumian had suddenly let him go, but as he listened to Xiao Bumian's words and saw the rain falling in his eyes, he suddenly burst into laughter, "You're so strange."

He has completely forgotten his memories as Song Yaoshi. Apart from vaguely remembering that obsession, his current memories belong to a male merman from a thousand years ago.

He didn't know why he suddenly came back to life and possessed this body, but his soul never dissipated for hundreds of years after his death. He wandered as a ghost for hundreds of years and learned many things that he didn't know before.

Song Yao confirmed, "Wasn't it you who killed my puppet last time?"

Xiao Bumian tilted his head, but didn't reply.

Song Yao didn't need his answer and continued, "You were clearly using a cultivator's spiritual power back then, so why were you able to use demonic energy later? I've never heard of anyone being able to cultivate both spiritual power and demonic energy at the same time. Now you're talking about bone spurs, but aren't bone spurs something only demons have?"

A hint of inquiry flashed in his eyes.

Rain fell on Xiao Bumian's face. He reached out and wiped it away, a smile playing on his lips. "So what do you think I am?"

After a long silence, Song Yao uttered two words: "Half-demon".

Actually, he wasn't sure either. He thought about it for a long time. There were very few cultivators who could cultivate both demonic energy and spiritual power at the same time. Even though he had lived for so many years, he had never seen one.

Not to mention that few half-demons can survive, even if they do, their mixed spiritual roots make cultivation extremely difficult. Therefore, few demons would have intercourse with immortal cultivators or humans, let alone have children.

Xiao Bumian chuckled, "So where are my things? Can I have them back?"

Song Yao shook his head. "I don't know."

Song Yao felt the flesh at the wound slowly healing. He licked the blood from his lips without making a sound, secretly calculating the possibility of escape.

He slightly curled his fingertips, about to move, when he heard Xiao Bumian say with undiminished laughter, "Then I'd better just kill you."

Before he could finish speaking, a chilling sword aura swept over him. A thin sword formed from bone chains hovered between Song Yao's brows, its sharp sword intent pinning him to the spot, making even breathing difficult.

Just as the sword tip was about to pierce through, a dark shadow pierced through the rain, deflecting Xiao Bumian's sword that was about to plunge into Song Yao's brow.

"Walk!"

The man shouted.

A hint of resentment flashed in Song Yao's eyes, but he still took the opportunity to break free from the suppression of the sword energy, covered his wound, and disappeared into the thick fog.

Everything happened so suddenly that Xiao Bumian slightly lifted his eyelids and raised his long eyelashes.

A mermaid figure stood in the mist. The person wore a plain white veil, and their figure was hidden under a wide robe, making it impossible to tell whether they were male or female.

The moment their eyes met, the curtain fluttered gently. Before Xiao Bumian could make a move, the person had vanished like mist.

Xiao Bumian stood up, the umbrella he was holding covering his face. The plain umbrella was slightly tilted, and raindrops were still pattering on the leaves and the surface of the umbrella.

"There's no need to chase after them." Xiao Bumian gazed into the depths of the mist, his voice so soft it was as if he were talking to himself.

The sword spirit, lacking common sense, stopped moving upon hearing there was no need to chase after him. It sat back on Xiao Bumian's shoulder, muttering, "Thief, little piece of trash, I like him, kill him."

“Yes,” Xiao Bumian suddenly smiled, a sickly soft light appearing in his eyes, “Mingjian likes him, it would be better to kill him.”

However, he felt that if Mingjian saw that his senior brother Song had forgotten him and still wanted to kill him, they would definitely become enemies.

Just imagining that scene gives Xiao Bumian a greater sense of pleasure and satisfaction than killing someone.

"You'll understand..." he murmured softly, turning and stepping into the thick fog. The rain streaks on the umbrella were still wet, but his figure had vanished like smoke.

Mingjian will understand that he is the best master.

Back at the princess's residence, the sky had just begun to lighten with the first hint of dawn when it was quickly obscured by surging gray clouds.

As soon as he entered the main courtyard, he saw Gu Zhi and Song Heyu.

"We plan to go to Qinshi Tower again today to see if there are any other clues. Do you and Mingjian want to go?" Gu Zhi asked.

He looked around, frowned, and asked, "Where's Mingjian?"

Xiao Bumian stopped in his tracks, his moon-white robe swaying gently in the wind. His gaze fell on the two of them, and after a while, he said softly, "He's still sleeping."

"What did you do last night? Why is he still sleeping?" Gu Zhi asked, puzzled.

Xiao Bumian thought for a moment and said, "It's probably mid-spring."

Guzhi:? ? ?

What does this have to do with mid-spring?

He wanted to say something more, but saw that Xiao Bumian had already turned and left. His back view was elegant and otherworldly, like a banished immortal descending to earth, yet there was a strange, elusive aura surrounding him, like a jade statue of a fallen Buddha.

"Alright then." Song Heyu pressed down on Gu Zhi's shoulder. "Their cultivation is still shallow, we'll go on our own."

Xiao Bumian stopped in front of Mingjian's door as he listened to the fading footsteps behind him. The carved wooden door creaked softly, and his figure disappeared into the dimly lit inner room.

Mingjian was still lying quietly in bed. His sleeping face was very well-behaved, and he didn't make any other unnecessary movements while lying flat on the bed.

Xiao Bumian walked over, stared at Mingjian's face for a long time, then suddenly reached out to check his breath before smiling and saying, "He's not dead yet."

Mingjian, lying down: "..."

You're the one who should die! Your whole family should die!

【Host, calm down!】

Mingjian scoffed, then curled his lip, "You die too."

system:……

It's best not to provoke Mingjian right now.

Mingjian was currently fully aware of what was happening around him, but he couldn't speak or move. He could vaguely smell the scent of grass emanating from Xiao Bumian, as well as a faint, almost fading, smell of blood.

I wonder where that yandere went to kill someone that night.

Mingjian felt like he was spitting blood inside.

He felt like he had really run into a lot of bad luck. Last night, he was afraid that if Xiao Bumian continued talking, he would really want to find a crack in the ground to crawl into. So, in a moment of impulsiveness, he suddenly remembered the memory fragments that the system had mentioned and thought that he might as well just fall asleep and learn more about Xiao Bumian.

Who would have thought that after he used it, the system would remember to tell him that the memory fragments could only be used when both people were in a dream at the same time, and that he could not give up halfway through.

In other words, both people must be asleep at the same time.

Mingjian was completely stunned with anger.

I chased after the system in my consciousness for a long time.

Finally, feeling utterly bored, he lay in his consciousness waiting for Xiao Bumian to return.

Unexpectedly, this yandere stayed out all night, and Mingjian was so hungry he was practically growing mushrooms.

Mingjian was still fuming when suddenly Xiao Bumian placed his hand on his chest.

Mingjian: ? !

Damn it! Xiao Bumian is trying to take advantage of his illness and kill him!

He's still fast asleep, what is he doing with that big pig's trotter!

Xiao Bumian chuckled softly and lowered his eyes, "So Junior Brother can hear you; your breathing has quickened."

Mingjian: "..."

He wanted to argue, but since he couldn't speak, he had to give up and eventually pretended to be dead in despair.

This discovery seemed to please Xiao Bumian. He smiled and said something surprising, "Junior Brother, would you like to take a bath? If you don't say anything, I'll take it as you want to."