Chapter 133: Taught by the Human Villain

It was almost dawn when Shen Qing got home. He took off his coat and threw it into the laundry basket.

The hot water from the shower head burned his skin, but he was completely unaware.

Wrapped in a bath towel, I fell on the bed and fell asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow.

In the dream, it was Xiao Qihao's face. Sometimes he was yelling when they first met, and sometimes he frowned when they fought side by side.

In the end, his eyes were fixed on the pair of out-of-focus eyes in the pool of blood, and the unfinished words were still frozen at the corners of his mouth.

“Hmm!”

Shen Qing suddenly sat up, his pajamas soaked with cold sweat, his chest heaving violently.

The sky outside the window was already turning white, and the morning light shone through the gaps in the curtains, casting a thin strip of light on the floor.

He was no longer sleepy, so he simply got up and started cleaning the living room.

The broken porcelain pieces were swept into the trash can, the overturned bookshelf was propped up, and the books scattered on the ground were put back in their places.

When he bent down to pick up the book under the sofa, his fingertips touched a cold cylinder.

Shen Qing was stunned for a moment, then pulled out the thing - it was a can of Coke.

The packaging paper also had a label from the food delivery platform printed on it, and the date was exactly the days when Xiao Qihao came.

He held the can of Coke in his hand, rubbing the cold can with his fingertips, and a bitter taste welled up in his throat.

It turns out this thing is still there.

"lady?"

There was a slight noise in the shadows, and the kid came out from behind the bookshelf. The shadows at his feet swayed slightly with his movements.

He looked up at Shen Qingze.

The black grape-like eyes lost their former cunningness and became more timid and quiet.

Shen Qingze was not surprised by his appearance, he just raised the Coke in his hand.

The little ghost floated over, rolled up the Coke can with his tiny hands, pulled open the ring, and handed it to Shen Qingze.

There are still fine bubbles coming out of the mouth of the jar.

"How do you know how to open this thing?"

Shen Qing took the can of Coke with doubt.

"The bad guys taught me"

The little ghost spoke in a calm tone, but he still couldn't suppress the tears in his voice.

"You also know..."

Shen Qing took the Coke and took a sip.

The bubbles burst on the tip of my tongue, bringing with them a familiar sweetness that could not suppress the bitterness in my heart.

"He's gone."

The little ghost didn't say anything, but just floated to his side.

Curling up her small body and leaning against the sofa leg, her shadow gently rubbed against Shen Qingze's trouser legs.

The same look as always.

The morning light gradually climbed up the windowsill, illuminating the mess in the living room that had not yet been cleaned up.

It also illuminated the silent figures of a man and a ghost.

Shen Qing leaned on the sofa, holding the can of Coke that was gradually losing its bubbles.

The little ghost huddled at his feet, and the man and the ghost just sat there.

No one said a word until the sky outside the window became completely bright.

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When the morning light reached the edge of the sofa, Shen Qingze's head began to fall uncontrollably.

He curled up in the corner of the sofa, holding the empty can of Coke in his hand.

My eyelids felt heavy as if weighed down by lead, and my breathing gradually became even.

A second before his consciousness sank into chaos, he seemed to hear Xiao Qihao's clamoring voice again.

He said the cola was too gassy and it choked him to tears.

“Hmm…”

Shen Qingze suddenly felt his body lighten, and fell into a familiar embrace with a faint smell of sulfur.

He opened his eyes dazedly and met Yeluvis's deep eyes.

The gold in the left eye is filled with heartache, and the blue flame in the right eye is as gentle as a flickering candle flame.

All the grievances, self-blame, and sadness at this moment were like a flood that broke through the dam, instantly breaking through all his defenses.

Shen Qing suddenly stretched out his arms and hugged Yeluweisi's neck tightly.

I buried my face in his shoulder and cried like a wronged child.

"He's gone... Yeluweisi... Xiao Qihao is gone..."

His voice was choked and intermittent, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from his throat, with hot tears.

"I clearly... I clearly could have stopped it..."

Yeluvis held his arm tightly, patted his back gently with his other hand, and combed his sweaty hair with his fingertips.

"I know."

“You really tried your best”

His voice was low and hoarse, with a soothing force, but he didn't say more -

Some pains can only be relieved by venting.

The little ghost standing nearby looked at the two people hugging and crying, and big tears rolled out of his black grape-like eyes and fell silently on the floor.

He stretched out his little hand, tugged at the corner of Shen Qingze's clothes, and sobbed a little.

It seemed like he was agreeing, and also like he was comforting.

Shen Qingze's shoulders trembled violently, and his forehead rested against Yeluvis's collarbone.

It was as if he wanted to bury all his sobs in the other's warm skin.

He recalled the curious look in Xiao Qihao's eyes when he first saw him.

I remembered how he wanted to become my disciple, and how he stood in front of me countless times with his resolute back...

Tears fell like beads from a broken string, soaking Yeluvis's collar and the back of his own hand.

After crying for an unknown amount of time, Shen Qingze's crying gradually subsided.

His body leaned softly in Yeluweisi's arms, and his breathing became long and slow. He was finally tired of crying and fell into a deep sleep.

Yeluvis carefully put him on the bed and covered him with a blanket.

Her fingertips gently wiped away the remaining tears from the corners of his eyes, and a complex emotion flashed in her eyes.

He turned and walked out of the room, with the little ghost following him closely, its small figure casting a swaying shadow on the floor.

When he walked into the living room, the little ghost suddenly raised his head. He knew it was wrong to look up to the God like this, but...

The little ghost looked up at Yeluvis and spoke timidly,

"Master... Is there really no way you can save that bad human?"

His voice was soft and thin, with a hint of barely perceptible expectation.

Yeluvis stopped, the blue flame in his right eye flickered slightly.

He looked down at the little ghost, was silent for a moment, and then slowly spoke, with a hint of embarrassment in his voice.

“Life and death are determined by fate, and yin and yang are in order… But there is still hope.”

He paused, frowning slightly.

"It's just that method... may go against the will of heaven, and it may not be the result he wants."

The little ghost blinked as if he understood something, and clenched the corner of his clothes tightly with his little hands.

"Then... Does the lady know?"

Yeluvis looked at the tightly closed door, from which came the sound of Shen Qingze's steady breathing.

He sighed softly, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

"He's in the state he is in now. Telling him will only cause more trouble."

He raised his hand and brushed his fingertips over the top of the kid's head.

"Let's wait for him to recover first. As for the rest... we'll talk about it later."

The little ghost nodded and stopped talking.

I just huddled in the corner quietly, looking at the sun rising gradually outside the window.

The living room was silent, with only the ticking of the wall clock.

It seems like it is counting down for the passing of life, or like it is waiting for some unknown turning point.