Chapter 216: There is eternal night, and there is also a long lamp.

Feng Jin touched her brow with his fingertip, and the dark golden light entered her soul, leaving a mark on her forehead that resembled a chain wrapped around a spider lily, which vanished in an instant.

At the same time, her training clothes began to change.

He transformed into a red and silver-patterned underworld official's robe, with a seemingly real yet illusory soul-locking chain around his waist.

Feng Jin withdrew his hand. "Ox-Head will come to take you to the Underworld to report for duty later."

Gu Yuan nodded and turned to look at Chen Yuepo.

She didn't say anything, but simply stood at attention and gave a standard military salute.

At that moment, Shen Yuepo seemed to see the young policewoman who had taken the oath under the national flag three years ago, having crossed the line between life and death, and standing once again at her post.

"Take care," Shen Yuepo said softly.

Gu Yuan smiled. "You too."

Niu Tou quickly arrived and took Jiang Yuan away.

The living room fell silent.

Feng Jin walked back to the sofa, sat down again, and naturally put his arm around Chen Yuepo's shoulder.

Shen Yuepo leaned into his arms and looked at the sunset through the French windows.

Feng Jin grasped her hand, their fingers intertwined.

He was telling her silently: Look, this is the human world.

There is evil like Han Xiao, and good like Gu Yuan.

There is eternal night, and there is also everlasting light.

And what practitioners like her, or rather, those who still retain a shred of kindness, must do is protect that lamp.

Even in strong winds and heavy rain, the lamp wick never goes out.

The following day, a sudden downpour occurred.

Large raindrops pounded against the apartment's floor-to-ceiling windows, leaving trails of water.

The sky was a hazy gray, with dark clouds hanging low, almost touching the spires of distant skyscrapers.

The indoor temperature was just right, a stark contrast to the damp and cold weather outside, making it the perfect time for a good night's sleep.

Shen Yuepo was awakened by the sound of thunder.

The muffled thunder rolled in from a great distance, like a heavy wheel crushing through the clouds, and finally exploded overhead with a terrifying roar.

Her eyelashes fluttered slightly a few times before she slowly opened them.

The room was pitch black, with heavy blackout curtains blocking out all daylight, except for a sliver of light from the corridor motion-sensor light filtering through the crack under the door.

She shifted, and a rustling sound came from beside her.

Feng Jin also woke up.

He always habitually sleeps on his side with one hand around her waist.

The hand around his waist tightened, and his deep voice, hoarse from just waking up, said, "It's still early..."

Shen Yuepo didn't reply, but simply raised her hand and gently pushed his chest.

"Turn on the light," she said, her voice still sleepy. "It's too dark."

Feng Jin kept his eyes closed, making muffled murmurs, but showed no intention of loosening his grip on her arm.

Shen Yuepo pushed him again, this time with a bit more force, her palm rubbing up and down the muscles of his chest a few times:

"Feng Jin, turn on the lights."

Feng Jin was finally awakened by her antics.

A thin mist, like that of a newly awakened being, still veiled his dark golden eyes, shimmering faintly in the darkness.

Then he raised his right hand and lightly drew his index finger in the air.

A golden ray of light spilled from his fingertips and disappeared into the sensor switch on the wall.

"Smack."

Soft, neutral light emanates from the light strips around the ceiling, not glaring, yet enough to illuminate the entire bedroom.

Shen Yuepo squinted, and after adjusting to the light, she shrank further into the blankets.

Her cheek was pressed against Feng Jin's shoulder, her voice muffled:

"Winter is almost here, Fengjin."

Feng Jin hummed in response, the last syllable drawn out with a lazy tone.

He closed his eyes again, his left hand idly stroking her long hair.

For him, winter was really nothing special.

In Fengdu, the weather is cold and gloomy all year round. The River of Oblivion is always shrouded in cold mist, and the flowers of the other shore bloom and wither in the eternal underworld.

If we really had to draw a comparison, it would probably feel like every day was winter.

But things are different in the human world.

The human world has the solar term "Beginning of Winter," which brings gradually colder air and a reminder to add layers of clothing.

These were things he had never experienced during his long years in the underworld.

Shen Yuepo remained quiet for a while.

The sound of rain outside the window grew louder, and the rhythm of the raindrops hitting the glass sounded like some kind of drumbeat.

“Feng Jin,” she suddenly spoke, her voice very soft, “I will take care of Yun Jingyan before next year arrives.”

He paused, then added, "Then shall we go back to the Taoist temple, shall we?"

The warm light reflected in her eyes.

Human warmth and tranquility in the mountains.

This is the life she truly loves deep down.

“Okay.” Feng Jin answered without hesitation.

But then, a meaningful smile appeared on his lips, and he added:

"But...we need to fix the soundproofing in your Taoist temple's side rooms first."

Shen Yuepo was taken aback at first, then realized the deeper meaning in his words, and her ears turned bright red.

She reached out, embarrassed and annoyed, and pinched his waist lightly, her fingers digging into his firm muscles through his pajamas, but she couldn't pinch him at all; it felt more like tickling him.

Feng Jin chuckled softly, the vibrations of his chest reaching her.

The laughter was hoarse and joyful, and it was especially alluring against the backdrop of the rain.

After laughing enough, he put away his playful expression and opened his eyes again to look at her:

"So how do you plan to find Yun Jingyan?"

Shen Yuepo also composed himself.

She propped herself up against the headboard, her long, black hair slipping down her shoulders.

"Since he's looking for someone who possesses the golden aura of merit..."

She paused, as if thinking, "Then I'll go to the place where the merit and golden light are strongest, and where there is also the most suffering, and wait for the rabbit to come to me."

Feng Jin turned to his side, propped himself up on a pillow with his elbow, and looked at her: "Where?"

"Hospital," Shen Yuepo uttered.

The boundary between life and death, the vortex of hope and despair.

There are doctors who have saved countless lives and are blessed with golden light of merit, as well as patients struggling on the edge of life and death with their obsession with life.

For someone like Yun Jingyan who practices evil arts, that place is practically a natural hunting ground.

But the next second, Shen Yuepo turned her head, her gaze falling on Feng Jin's face, and her tone suddenly became serious:

"However... you can't come with me."

Feng Jin's brows furrowed instantly.

"Why?"

His voice turned somber, the previous languor and laughter vanished, replaced by obvious displeasure.

Shen Yuepo reached out and gently brushed her fingertips across his furrowed brow.

Her movements were gentle, but her tone left no room for argument:

"Because you are here, Yun Jingyan is very likely not to show up."