Chapter 41 If you're hiding in bed, don't move around.
Considering that Murong He was willing to help her, Wen Rensheng decided not to hold it against him.
He moved his chair forward and said, "Have you brought all the things you need to prepare for the underworld? Show them to me."
Mu Yiyan took out a token and a stack of paper money and placed them on the table.
He said, "We also need a paper lantern. I will use magic to light it and keep it burning forever. We can take it in with us then."
Hearing a voice nod, "Then I'll look for it."
After saying that, he got up and walked to the cabinet across the street, where he began to rummage through the paper lanterns.
While he was looking for something, He Mu got up, took off the two swords from his back, and placed them on the bedside along with his bamboo hat.
He crossed his arms and leaned against the bed frame, his gaze falling on Wenrensheng, who was rummaging through drawers and cabinets.
After a moment of silence, he took the initiative to start the conversation: "Your place is full of snake demons, but I clearly saw a lot of rabbits just now."
“Oh,” Wenrensheng replied absentmindedly, “those are my former relatives, I brought them with me when I moved here.”
"Are your relatives rabbits?"
"Yes, I was adopted by a rabbit spirit."
"I see."
"..."
The two chatted idly, and after searching through two cabinets, they still couldn't find the paper lantern.
He sat down on the ground somewhat dejectedly, pulled his legs back, and began to ponder what would be a better alternative to the paper lantern.
He Mu, who was standing to the side, twirled his fingers and asked casually, "That powerful cultivator you mentioned before who ascended to immortality, are you on good terms with him? Take me to pay him a visit sometime."
When asked this question, Wen Rensheng glanced at him with a complicated expression.
He then rested his chin on his hands and replied sullenly, "We've lost contact."
He Mu then asked, "Why? Did you two have a fight?"
Hearing someone say, "We didn't argue. It was because of some complicated things, and then he had to leave me for a while."
"But a lot has happened during this time, and I don't want to see him again."
He Mu asked, "Why don't you want to see him?"
Hearing the voice, she puffed out her cheeks and replied, "I used to be protected by him, I relied on him a lot, and I regarded him as my closest family member."
"But... during those events, there was only one time he wasn't there to protect me."
He Mu's breath hitched, and he couldn't help but straighten up, wanting to say something.
Hearing the voice, she didn't notice his movements and continued to say in a muffled voice, "I know I can't blame him, but I just feel a tightness in my chest, and I feel very uncomfortable. But when I think about it carefully, I don't know what I should pursue against him."
He Mu: "…………"
He hesitated, then said nothing and leaned back against the bed frame.
Hearing the voice, he sat on the ground, propped his chin up, looked at He Mu, and asked, "Brother, do you think I should blame him?"
Mu forced a smile and said, "You blame him. It was his fault to begin with."
Upon hearing this, a soft sigh escaped the lips.
"But after I decided to blame him, I felt even worse,"
He whispered,
"I know perfectly well that it's that bad person's fault, but I try to shift all the blame onto another family member. This makes me hateful and immature..."
"I can't reconcile this with myself, so I'm increasingly reluctant to see him."
He Mu's eyes darkened slightly, and he did not respond.
Wen Rensheng has been an emotionally sensitive child since childhood, and often gets into trouble because he has too many worries, so it's not surprising that he thinks this way.
There are many things he doesn't understand yet, but he feels the emotions first, which is why he is so at a loss. He ran away in the first place because the emotions he could bear were beyond his ability.
But this doesn't mean they're being immature.
Children who don't understand things don't think so much, and they don't carry so much burden with hatred.
He Mu now wanted to cup his face and tell him that he hadn't considered things carefully enough back then, which caused Wen Rensheng to suffer so much pain and be forced to leave his hometown at the age of sixteen.
He can hate himself and blame himself without any worries, and there's nothing wrong with that; it's a right that an innocent child should have.
As Wenrensheng's relative and as an elder, he should bear Wenrensheng's little bit of willfulness.
But now is not a good time.
Only after hearing human voices, seeing the departed soul, and completely letting go of the knot in one's heart... can one confess.
Hearing the voices, he rummaged through several cabinets and finally found a crumpled paper lantern, which he handed to He Mu.
“This is all that’s left,” he asked. “What’s the use of this lamp?”
He Mu took the lamp, cast a spell to make it expand again, and replied, "It's a guide. Once we enter the underworld, it will lead us to the entrance."
Hearing the voice, he nodded with a hint of understanding: "So all we have to do is wait until midnight, burn the paper money and the Yin-Yang token, and take them with us, right?"
He Mu smiled and said, "I still need to try to figure out how to take you to the underworld with me."
Hearing a voice, he tilted his head: "How do we try?"
“Reach out,” He Mu said. “Close your eyes, and I’ll see if I can touch your soul.”
Hearing the voice, not knowing what he was going to do, she obediently stretched out her hand and closed her eyes tightly.
After his sight disappeared, he quickly felt a hand cover his palm, moving slowly and ambiguously through his fingers.
Startled by the sound of voices, she immediately tried to open her eyes, but He Mu covered them.
"Don't open your eyes, adjust your breathing," he said in a deep voice.
He could hear the chaotic breathing of people, and his heart was pounding wildly. He felt the person in front of him gently prying open his fingers and forcibly closing them, as if they were about to do something to him.
The feeling of being restrained was unpleasant, and after holding on for less than a quarter of an hour, he couldn't help but speak up when he heard someone's voice.
"...Are you done yet?"
"Don't be nervous," He Mu removed his hand and chuckled lightly, "It's all better now."
Hearing voices, he opened his eyes and looked down to see two people with their palms facing each other, their fingers intertwined, just like a scene from a play about lovers in love.
His face flushed red, and he hurriedly withdrew his hand.
"Okay, let go now," Wenren said reproachfully. "Why are you holding on to me like this?"
He Mu smiled and said, "You've never held hands with anyone else?"
Hearing the voice, he instinctively clenched the hem of his clothes and denied it in a low voice, "How could that be..."
He Mu deliberately leaned forward to test him: "Why don't you shake my hand? Are you so nervous?"
Hearing voices, she moved to the side, blushing and remaining silent.
He dared not say it.
When their fingers were intertwined, he felt a cool, thumb-ring-like object on the person's knuckles.
He happened to have his eyes closed, and all he could think about when he heard voices was the image of the mountain god wearing the ring he had given him and holding his hand tightly.
The feeling of holding hands tightly is so similar.
Even though it's been more than two years since we last met, recalling those warm memories and hearing someone's voice still makes my heart race.
He secretly regretted that he kept thinking about Mu today, even though he hadn't thought about him for quite some time.
He Mu blushed so deeply upon hearing the voices that he almost sat up, then stepped back and placed his hand on the edge of the table.
"No problem, I can communicate with your soul. Now we just need to wait until—"
Before he could finish speaking, a knock suddenly sounded at the door.
The two men's expressions changed, and they both looked towards the door, where they saw a blurry figure peeking through the paper window.
The figure was very tall, and he was holding a fan in his hand. There was only one person in the Hua Palace who would usually behave like this.
"I can hear voices?" A voice came from outside.
Hearing the voice and recognizing Yi Jinxiang, she hurriedly grabbed He Mu and whispered, "Oh no, it's my master!"
"Huh?" He Mu was taken aback. "Your master..."
Before he could finish speaking, Wen Renjiang, disregarding everything, pushed He Mu onto the bed and pulled the covers over his head.
"It must have been one of her subordinates who said something to her. You quickly hide under the bed, I'm going to chase her away!"
But as soon as he finished speaking, he heard a voice and realized that the blankets had actually revealed a very clear silhouette.
Only a fool would think there are no hidden people here!
He took two anxious steps, then gritted his teeth, took off his outer robe, and slid into the bedding.
As soon as she got into bed, she heard voices and quickly pushed He Mu's head down, then exposed her upper body, put her face on her hand as a pillow, and pretended to be going to sleep.
"Uh!" He Mu was caught off guard by the push and couldn't help but say, "Wait, your bed..."
"Brother, stop talking," Wen Rensheng said, lifting his leg to block He Mu's shoulder and awkwardly covering his mouth. "My master is coming in!"
Yi Jinxiang's voice rang out again from outside the door.
"I can hear voices? Are you asleep?"
Hearing a voice, she shifted her body, lowered half of the bed curtain, and loudly replied, "Master, I was just about to sleep!"
Yi Jinxiang paused for a moment, then placed her hand on the door and gently pushed it open with a "click".
Upon entering the house, one finds robes and boots scattered all over the floor in disarray.
A curtain was half drawn over the bed not far away, and a voice was heard lying inside, one hand tightly clutching the bedding.
"Why didn't you tidy up before going to sleep?"
Yi Jinxiang frowned as she picked up his clothes from the floor, shook them lightly, and placed them on the table.
"You're going to be grounded tomorrow, and you think I won't care about you?"
Hearing the voice, she obediently tucked the blanket in and said, "No, I'm too tired today. I was planning to tidy up in the morning."
Yi Jinxiang sat down on the opposite side of the bed, gently waving her fan: "I saw the friend you brought back earlier. He's clearly an unintelligent snake. How can you two get along so well?"
"Huh?" a voice hesitated, "Not yet enlightened..."
Hidden under the covers, He Mu secretly thought something was wrong. The little snake was touched by Yi Jinxiang when it swam back.
He had no choice but to reach out and pinch the leg of the person who was listening to the voice, signaling him not to give himself away.
Hearing the voice, she was caught off guard and didn't expect Mu to touch her. She couldn't react in time and let out a soft groan, her hand instinctively tightening around Mu's shoulder.
Hearing the noise, Yi Jinxiang raised an eyebrow and asked, "What's wrong?"
Hearing the voice, he quickly shook his head and offered a haphazard explanation: "I was sleepy, just yawning."
Yi Jinxiang sighed, rubbed her temples with a headache, and said, "I won't bother you for long, I just want to say a few words to you."
“I know you want to leave the city, and I know your martial arts have improved in the past two years, but after all, you haven’t comprehended the Dao Heart yet, so you can’t be considered a true cultivator.”
"There's trouble brewing outside the city right now. The Heavenly Court has issued a secret decree ordering the 'Night Wanderers' to hunt down monsters on a large scale among the people. And since you have a Heavenly Spiritual Root, you'll be in great danger if you're discovered..."
Hearing someone's voice, he responded with a couple of half-hearted "hmm" sounds and shifted his body uncomfortably.
So heavy...
It was so uncomfortable to have someone pressing down on him; he felt like throwing up and couldn't concentrate on what Yi Jinxiang was saying.
Hidden under the covers, He Mu had no interest in listening. His position was too low, and there was almost nowhere for his legs to go. He was stuck in this cramped spot, and his face was forcibly pressed against his abdomen by the sound of voices. He was breathing heavily.
Hearing voices, he took off his clothes, leaving only a thin undergarment on his body.
He Mu was pressed very close to him, and his breath slipped through the seams of her clothes, gently blowing onto his skin, causing a slight shiver to run through him.
……!
He couldn't help but pull his leg back, trying to shoo He Mu away.
As they pushed and shoved each other, the bedding began to creak and groan.
Yi Jinxiang is a perceptive person; if things continue like this, she will notice sooner or later.
Having no other choice, He Mu reached under Wen Rensheng's clothes and tightly grasped his waist.
"Don't move," He Mu whispered.
Fortunately, the results were very successful.
Upon hearing the voice, the cat froze instantly, like a cat being grabbed by the scruff of its neck by He Mu, and stopped moving.
-----------------------
Author's Note: I've reached 160,000 words, and I'm about to let them kiss!
A child like Sheng Sheng, who is very ticklish, is just like one of those plush toys that make a sound when squeezed (reaching out its claws).
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com