091. Questioning
No matter how many books Qingling has read, he is still less than nineteen years old and it is easy for him to get stuck in a rut.
He felt wronged and afraid, but didn't know who to talk to, so in the face of Shang Changheng's deafening questioning, his eyes suddenly became red and his emotions burst out like a dam bursting.
"I...I..."
He choked a few times and couldn't even utter a word.
Qing Ling rarely had moments like this. He was always thoughtful and calm, like a piece of cold jade. Even when frightened, he would quickly think of ways to escape and survive. He could show anger, coldness, and even cruelty, but it was rare for him to collapse and feel aggrieved like this.
If you look closely, you can see Qingling trembling slightly because of the emotions that are difficult to express but cannot be suppressed.
The evil spirit's malice and brutality were all wiped away by his wife's tears. He gently kissed Qingling's cheek, a kiss without any desire or possession.
"It's okay, it's okay." The evil spirit comforted gently, "Qingling, many things are unpredictable. Even if you weren't there, people would die all the time in this world. Some died of natural causes, some died unjustly, some died unexpectedly, and there are people who died in evil spirits. You encountered these things because of your bad fate. If they encountered them, they can only blame their bad luck. If it weren't for you, the Zeng family would have lost lives. You saved them, Qingling."
Qing Ling was stunned, and then buried his face in Shang Changheng's arms. After a while, he seemed to calm down, and whispered: "It's not easy for ordinary people to encounter such a thing... It's one in a million, and how could it be such a coincidence that I walked in and the ghost followed me. Changheng, I--"
He choked up again before continuing, "Actually...should I...not stay in the world of the living?"
Shang Changheng was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding how Qingling, who had been trying so hard to stay alive, could say such a thing. But soon Qingling followed up with the second sentence, and he whispered, "But I still want to live."
Is this right?
Shang Changheng, who had long stopped breathing, exhaled a cold breath out of habit.
I also understood why Qingling was sad. He wanted to live, but not in this numb and confused way of breathing, eating and sleeping. He wanted to live like an ordinary person, walking among the crowd and on a sunny road.
Shang Changheng rubbed Qingling's head fiercely and said, "Then let all the demons and ghosts be afraid of you, Qingling."
No matter how rare and precious Qingling, this living, breathing treasure, is, and even if an innocent man is guilty of possessing the treasure, if the person possessing the treasure is not an ordinary man, then those who covet the treasure can only stare in vain.
Qingling raised his head, thoughtfully.
"Your job is done." Shang Changheng pressed him face to face in his arms, his arm around his thin waist, and his other hand was already untying Qingling's belt, "It's my turn now."
Before Qing Ling could fully come back to his senses, he was awakened from his thoughts by Shang Changheng's quick and decisive movements. He was stunned and subconsciously grabbed his clothes, but after a moment he felt that it seemed unnecessary. Before he could sort out his thoughts, Shang Changheng's kiss had already fallen on his half-exposed shoulder due to his clothes being forcibly torn off.
"You..." Qing Ling's lips trembled, perhaps because of shame, or perhaps because of Shang Changheng's too direct action, and he squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth with difficulty: "You brought me here just for this, right?"
"It's one of them." Shang Changheng's tone was steady and frank.
He really wanted to comfort his sad wife and at the same time...get some rewards as a husband.
Under the tent, the living are entangled with evil spirits. They should not have had any chance to meet in the past thousand years, but those unknown conspiracies that seem to be hidden in the abyss twisted and connected their fate, from the so-called sacrifice to the marriage between the last blood of the Qing family and him, it seems that there is a destiny in the dark, cause and effect, and no one can escape it.
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Qingling was carried back to the carriage by Shang Changheng. She was dressed neatly, except for her hair which was loose. She was sleeping soundly.
Miao Yuan and Zhu Lezhi exchanged glances, knowing exactly what the young couple was doing.
Qing Ling's breathing became more and more steady. He was sleeping soundly in Shang Changheng's arms, surrounded by the familiar scent.
Zhu Lezhi finally couldn't help but speak, "If this continues... it will only become harder and harder to let go, Senior Shang."
To Miaoyuan's surprise, Zhu Lezhi had always been cautious and humble towards Shang Changheng, but this time his tone was very calm, and there was even a subtle sharpness hidden in his words.
Shang Changheng lowered his eyes and did not respond.
Zhu Lezhi then asked: "He will become more and more dependent on you, and more and more inseparable from you, and then what? Until the last moment, Senior Shang, do you really like him too?"
Every word the girl spoke was powerful. She looked with pity and helplessness at Qingling who was held in Shang Changheng's arms. Qingling was a strong and ferocious evil spirit who no one could match. The possessive intent in his actions was so obvious, like a wild beast trapping its prey.
She even used the word "also" in that sentence to express her doubt, because everyone could see that how much Qing Ling resisted Shang Changheng in the beginning, and how much she likes and depends on him now.
The beast slowly raised its face, revealing a pair of cold black eyes.
Miao Yuan wanted to talk but stopped himself, he couldn't understand why these words came out of Zhu Lezhi's mouth, and he couldn't understand what these two were going to do now.
"Senior Shang." Zhu Lezhi's voice was very light, but his tone was deep. "The body and the soul make up a living person. When the soul leaves, the human nature decays along with the body. If you are lucky enough, the resentment can be transformed into evil spirits. If you are unlucky and don't catch up with reincarnation, it will completely disappear. I have never seen an evil spirit remain rational, or even fall in love with someone, but an evil spirit kills people--"
She looked at Shang Changheng with her dark eyes. The brief silence seemed to be a way of gathering courage. Finally, she said with all her might, "...I will do whatever it takes."
This is almost saying that Shang Changheng doesn't like Qingling at all, it's just the instinct of a fierce ghost at work, and he is much smarter than those of his kind. He doesn't get involved in cause and effect, and only kills people by borrowing a knife. He has done this kind of thing many times. If Qingling really died voluntarily, the cause and effect would not be counted on Shang Changheng, and they might even be reincarnated together in the underworld.
Miao Yuan even held her breath at that moment, thinking in her mind that if Shang Changheng suddenly attacked and wanted to kill Zhu Lezhi on the spot, how long could the two of them together hold out?
But what shocked him was that Shang Changheng was obviously angered, but after looking at Zhu Lezhi quietly for a while, he lowered his eyes and said nothing.
Zhu Lezhi's grip on the whip handle loosened, and she sighed, "Your situation has never happened before in Xuanmen."
Miao Yuan was already extremely shocked by Zhu Lezhi's audacity.
No one spoke for a while, and in the end, Zhu Lezhi said softly: "In fact, for many stories, you already know the ending after reading the beginning, so why continue?"
There was another heart-wrenching silence.
Finally, Shang Changheng said, "Stop losses in time is an outsider's argument. How easy it is."
Zhu Lezhi felt that this was really an unreasonable thing. Although she was young, she already knew what she would bear and face, and she had been walking firmly on this path.
She could not understand Qingling's love for Shang Changheng, and she did not know that in the short eighteen years of Qingling's life, what he had lost and never had was far more than what he had gained.
Only Shang Changheng would stand firmly beside him. The invisible red line connected them together, making them inseparable. Even though they knew that the road ahead would be full of dangers, they would still move forward without hesitation, like a moth flying into a flame, drinking poison to quench thirst.
After a long while, Shang Changheng gently asked another question: "If I were not there, what would be the fate of Qingling?"
There are not only evil spirits who want to kill Qing Ling. Along the way, how many people from the Xuanmen have developed greedy and murderous intentions towards this rare medicine? To Qing Ling, there is actually no difference between living people and evil spirits.
After thinking for a while, Zhu Lezhi said softly: "...Perhaps, he will become a disciple, receive the protection of the elders, and grow up to be a person that no one dares to covet."
She said the last word softly.
one person.
In the eyes of many people, Qingling is not actually a human being, but just a precious herb.
Shang Changheng laughed coldly and sarcastically. No one could see that when he looked down at Qing Ling, his eyes were full of tenderness and pity, but also contained an extremely fierce stubbornness, and even a slight blush.
"More likely, my wife will be skinned, bones torn, and soul extracted to be made into a pill or a magical weapon, and then -" His gentle voice was like ice, "She will never be reborn."
Zhu Lezhi said nothing.
Shang Changheng's tone softened again, "I protected him."
In fact, he had been in a daze under the tomb for a long time.
After the old man of the Qing family took away the life-ending spell, the evil spirit that had been trapped for a thousand years revived, but the thousand years of torment made him forget everything about the past. The countless talismans under the tomb still trapped him in prison, but in his chaotic memory, he actually still remembered when Qingling appeared.
The elderly man brought the mute little thing into the mountain. How could he not sense the aura that drove evil spirits crazy? It was at that time that the marriage contract for the ghost marriage was burned, and the burial clothes and paper dolls for the wedding were delivered together. The evil ghosts that kept struggling in the tomb were also gradually feeling the child growing up day by day.
——Until we first met that day.
Qingling was unconscious in the illusion, but gentle and submissive, and they became husband and wife.
Miao Yuan's hand, which was tightly holding the rosary, slowly relaxed in the increasingly long silence. He actually didn't understand why Qing Ling fell in love with this evil ghost. After all, the two of them had previously conspired on how to kill it...
How come you fell in love with it?
Miao Yuan didn't understand, couldn't figure it out, and didn't understand why Zhu Lezhi suddenly became so hostile to Shang Changheng.
...But what he couldn't understand even more was that even in such a situation, Shang Changheng could still ignore Zhu Lezhi instead of jumping up and twisting off Zhu Lezhi's head on the spot.
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