Chapter 32
I made a decision that day. I was ready to leave. Little killer, you should find your next wife. I'm going home!
I've traveled here and experienced everything, cried, laughed, and even had a short period of love. That's enough!
But when I was about to leave, a strange man appeared.
When I saw this handsome guy, my eyes really lit up and my hand that was touching the light source stopped.
Don’t blame me for being fickle!
This is the first time I've seen such a suave and amorous type. At first glance, he's a playboy who has been around many women. He's completely different from the little fool Chu Yingyu!
After eating too much sweets, why not try some spicy food?
Chu Yingyu, who was guarding the ice coffin, reacted. Just like Xiao Ruoyin didn't allow him to touch Zhang Shan, he didn't even let the other party look at my corpse.
"Yun Wuyou, are you looking for death?"
"Hahahaha, I didn't expect that, Xiao Chu, I thought everything that the ghost said was fake, how could you be obsessed with a woman like me?"
“…”
"Now it seems that he is quite infatuated."
Chu Yingyu picked up the broken sword that had brushed my neck and pointed it at Yun Wuyou without saying a word.
The sentimental man in white clothes, black hair, and fox eyes smiled elegantly, without any of the cold temperament of a killer, just like the warm spring sunshine.
Damn it, how could I feel the nourishment of love from him! Ye Zi, you are so lucky!
"Stop fighting. You still can't beat me now."
“…”
"The girl in the ice coffin is so beautiful. You're really wasting her. If you don't get out of here, you'll never be able to embrace your lover. If anyone else shows up, they'll all die."
The handsome man said this, and I agreed wholeheartedly.
"What's the meaning."
Yun Wuyou raised the corner of his lips and said, "I came here to get some things for my wife. Although she didn't say it, she must really want those items that she didn't have time to take away."
“…” Chu Yingyu’s face showed impatience.
"So I'm not here to cause you any trouble. I'm just stopping by to see the defeated opponent."
Chu Yingyu gritted his teeth, his hand holding the sword trembling, like a beast eager to fight, waiting for the opportunity to strike a fatal blow.
"As the former number one, let me tell you something. You've been poisoned by a Gu. Not many people know this. This Gu was originally meant for me, but you showed up, and the Palace Master chose you."
"I also hope you can get rid of this poison and fight me fairly. However, if you don't clear your mind, I'm afraid you won't be able to defeat me. Forget it, I guess we can't fight. My wife won't let me use a sword or a knife."
Everything this guy said and did seemed to be rubbing salt into Chu Yingyu's wounds.
Even though he heard for sure that he had been poisoned by Qu Yesi, Chu Yingyu was not moved at all and accepted it calmly.
Maybe he was even happy that he was appreciated by his adoptive father?
But the next words completely overturned him.
"Xiao Chu, for a while I also agreed with the philosophy that the Palace Master instilled in us. It's not okay for assassins to have weaknesses. Even if we have a loved one, marry, and have children, it only continues the bloodline, and shouldn't divide our hearts and minds."
"We only need to think about killing people, and be a tool. A qualified killer should not waver, nor fall deeply in love, otherwise he will surely die."
"But do you know why I beat you again?"
"Because I know there are people at home waiting for me to return. I shouldn't let her wait alone. I can't bear it."
"My wife is not my weakness. She is my life and makes me stronger. Therefore, I must defeat you. I must fight with all my might, risk everything, and cast aside all distractions to take up the sword to protect her."
"Your thoughts and mine are fundamentally different, which leads to different outcomes. Of course, you were poisoned and your mind was bewildered for too long. The Palace Master's words are like gold and silver to you. It's too difficult to resist."
"Let's go, take care."
I don’t know what a bolt from the blue this was to Chu Yingyu. After Yun Wuyou wandered away in a nonchalant manner, he was unable to make a decent response.
Chu Yingyu stood alone in the yard, the sword in his hand fell to the ground. He grabbed his clothes and pounded his chest as if he was having difficulty breathing.
Is your body hurting again?
I landed in front of him worriedly, and even though I couldn't touch him, I still stroked his head.
The young man who howled to the sky knelt heavily on the ground. The emotions that had been pent up for days finally broke through the barriers in his heart and burst out. He hung his hands and cried out in catharsis.
He broke down.
I watched him weeping breathlessly, my heart aching, my heart aching. So this is how he cried, as if he was trying to vent all the grievances and pain he had suffered over the past eighteen years through tears and cries.
"Xiao'e, I was wrong, Xiao'e, I was wrong... I was wrong, wuwuwu... I was wrong."
He cried and called my name, apologized countless times, and his whole body was convulsing and he couldn't support himself. He looked so heartbroken that I wanted to cry.
I don't blame you anymore. Please stop crying. I feel so bad too.
At this moment, I think he might prefer to die himself.
I gently hugged the person kneeling on the ground and tried my best to tell him that I was here, always here.
I've decided not to leave for now. Qu Yesi, you've done so many evil things. Since I'm still here in spirit, there must be something I can do, right? Help Chu Yingyu get rid of the poison and give him back his freedom!
After his psychological defenses were broken by Yun Wuyou, Chu Yingyu cried until his eyes turned red, and he pounded the ground with his hands until they were covered in blood, and he was in a terrible state.
No matter I tried to hug or pull, I couldn't touch it and could only worry.
The soil on the ground was stained with his blood, and his bloody finger bones were still punching hard.
He knew he should stop and shouldn't be so crazy, but he just couldn't stop such behavior easily.
The young man's trembling hand reached for the sword beside him. I had a bad feeling that he was going to hurt himself!
You were wrong. He pointed the tip of the sword at his throat. That was not self-harm, it was suicide!
"Chu Yingyu!"
I could have turned into a ghost and still couldn't stop worrying about it. I yelled at him, trying to stop this stupid behavior.
Perhaps God heard my prayers. Aunt Ding, who was walking Lai Fu, saw Chu Yingyu's shocking appearance, jumped into the yard, swung her arm and gave him a loud slap of love.
“Snap—”
It is so crisp and pleasant to the ears. Does it sound good? If it sounds good, it means you look good.
Chu Yingyu was completely unprepared for the slap and fell to the ground. Half of his face became red and swollen, and after a while, there was a slap mark. Lai Fu was so scared that he didn't dare to move.
I would like to call it the iron palm of an old mother.
Aunt Ding grabbed his collar and mercilessly pulled him up from the ground, scolding him: "You little kid, you have a bad brain. What evil have you done?"
“…”
A trace of blood flowed from the corner of Chu Yingyu's mouth. He spat out the blood without even looking at Aunt Ding. However, his chaotic mind must have become clearer, and he did not reach for the sword again.
"You didn't cherish such a lively girl, and now you want to kill her, you coward! You have the ability to kill, but you don't have the ability to take responsibility, right? You think that if you die, everything will be over? Live and suffer for me, you bastard!"
“…”
In some ways, I agree with this. I sat next to Chu Yingyu, looking up at Aunt Ding scolding him. I don't know how much of her words I heard, but at least she dispelled his suicidal thoughts.
Perhaps because Chu Yingyu looked so pitiful with tears in her eyes and red cheeks, Aunt Ding stopped scolding him.
"Live well. If Miss Xiao'e knew about this, she wouldn't want to see you like this!"
"Why." Hearing me, Chu Yingyu raised his eyelids and looked at the person in front of him sadly.
Like a child who has done something wrong and expects to be punished.
Aunt Ding thought for a moment and said, "Xiao'e is a kind girl. She likes you and wants you to live a good and happy life. We don't know what happened to you, but people in the martial arts world shouldn't be so fragile."
"Your man is not dead, of course you are like this."
"Even if I die, I have to live well. Whether I die or he dies, we have agreed that the other one must live well, even if it means finding another one."
“…That’s infidelity.”
Hush! You better keep your mouth shut! You killed your new wife, so what right do you have to criticize an old couple? Be careful or your face will be slapped like a pig's head!
Aunt Ding wasn't easily misled by the teenager's thinking. She just shook her head in amusement. "It's good to be so sincere. I can stop you for a while, but I can't stop you forever. If you die, go and accompany her. If you see her in the underworld, what will you say?"
Chu Yingyu was stunned, as if he had never thought about this situation.
When a person dies, his soul leaves and goes to the underworld. It would be quite embarrassing to meet him again before crossing the Mengpo Bridge.
"She wants me to live."
He murmured to himself, and tears flowed from his red eyes.
Well, I hope you stay alive and don’t seek death. It would be best if you could break free from Yaeyama’s control and truly live for yourself.
Aunt Ding, who had delivered a shocking slap in the face, kept her achievement a secret and took Lai Fu away. The obedient dog looked back at Chu Yingyu every few steps and barked twice, as if to comfort its former owner.
I watched Aunt Ding walk away with admiration, and then looked at the man with a swollen left cheek.
I reached out to poke the bulge, and my finger went through it, but I still symbolically poked it twice more.
As if he had thought of something, Chu Yingyu went to my room, rummaged through the drawers, and found the medicinal wine.
I had collected all these medicines before I died, including the bruise wine, trauma medicine, hemostatic medicine, and gauze bandages.
After applying medicinal wine to the bumps on his face and the backs of his hands, he stood in the empty room, looking at the bed I had slept in. He reached out and gently stroked the dusty quilt. Inexplicably, Chu Yingyu was lying on my bed.
Feeling that something was missing, he stood up again, went to his room to carry the ice coffin over, and then placed it side by side next to the bed.
He touched the corpse's face and lay back down peacefully on my bed.
I:"……"
After a long period of crying and fussing, he seemed to have fallen into a baby-like sleep. I wasn't sure whether this was a sign of improvement or a worsening of his mental illness.
I slept for a whole day and night.
After that, Chu Yingyu returned to his old self, wiping my body every day, watering the vegetables and planting the crops, buying my favorite cakes to offer to me, and then eating them himself.
He still cooks for two people and never leaves less for me. We live a life together in a strange yet normal way.
I also began a magical mode of cultivating immortality, feeling that my soul was thriving every day. I recalled the operation that allowed Chu Yingyu to hear my shout and the situation when I got the Dragon Scale Sword.
If I eliminate the sword energy and spirituality of the magic weapon itself, can I grow again and finally return to my body?
Since I have decided not to return to the modern world for the time being, I must finish things here properly!
Fortunately, even though the young widower was wandering between normal and abnormal every day, he did not do anything inappropriate for children with my corpse, so his moral integrity was still preserved.
Sometimes I would go to the old doctor's clinic to see how Zhang Shan was doing. The two sisters and brothers also looked gloomy.
In fact, Zhang Shan was fine, it was Xiao Ruoyin who was in a bad mood.
The old doctor said that if Wu Yunran, the last disciple of the King of Medicine, could be invited, Zhang Shan might still be saved. Now he had only himself to rely on, and could only try his best to keep her alive.
Xiao Ruoyin went to the pharmacy with the old doctor with a gloomy face to discuss the treatment plan, while I stood in front of Zhang Shan with a feeling of sympathy and regret.
The woman's frail face twitched for a moment, her eyes widened, staring in my direction.
"I saw a ghost?"
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