Chapter 122 Extra Chapter: Yellow Springs (The Ji Siblings) In this godforsaken place...
For Ji Lang, who loves fine clothes, beautiful women, and magnificent scenery, the underworld is hardly a good place. The world is gloomy and dark, forever shrouded in a gloomy green light.
The banks of the Bridge of Helplessness were even more unsightly. The blood river reeked of a tangible stench, and a stench and a chilling wind swept over them. The souls of the dead, unable to find peace, lingered in the water, glaring venomously at those who passed by—no, at their spirits.
Not even a weed grows on the bank, let alone a flower.
The Bridge of Helplessness is illuminated by green lights at both ends, making even the most beautiful person look like a hanged ghost in the photos.
Ji Lang didn't want to be reincarnated, so he always squatted on the bridge.
She was so beautiful, yet she had no regard for manners whatsoever.
She was a ghost, her body still retaining the appearance of the last moment before her death. Except for her face, the body wrapped under the red robe was tattered, with broken pieces and gaps between her limbs, and a few pieces were even charred black.
This actually made it easier for her to disassemble her own arms and legs for fun.
When he was in a good mood, he would put his hands under his neck and remove his head, making passing beauties pale with fright.
After playing like this for decades, Ji Lang found it increasingly boring.
But I'm also glad I'm bored.
I'm glad I didn't have any old friends with me.
In the underworld, there is no sun or moon. Ji Lang had just scared a handsome young man, who jumped three feet high with a cry of surprise, forgetting to cry even though his eyes were full of tears.
She adjusted her head, her neck cracking, and her peach-petal-like eyes darted around.
"Click click click".
The footsteps grew closer, and Ji Lang turned around, about to make a face, but stopped abruptly when he saw who it was.
The man was very tall and well-proportioned, with a snow-white cloak draped elegantly over his broad, straight shoulders. A few strands of his dark hair fell over his shoulders, along with snow that had not yet completely melted.
She had walked on the bridge for decades, seeing at least a hundred thousand, if not a million, people, but none of them were as beautiful as the woman in front of her.
The pale green light reflected on his face, like the hazy shadow cast by a luminous pearl. Far from being unattractive, it added a touch of poignant beauty to his appearance.
Ji Lang was overjoyed for a moment.
In this godforsaken place, all alone, how wonderful it would be to see my brother! But in this godforsaken place, to see my brother—Ji Lang had never felt such longing for a reunion.
Ji Chen looks quite young, but his hair has turned quite white. He must have suffered a lot in his life. A thin layer of skin and flesh clings to his skeleton, making him look sharp and stern.
The youthful vigor of yesteryear has completely faded, leaving only a chillingly gentle melancholy.
Blood surged wildly, overflowing from the crack and instantly staining Ji Lang's clothes red. Fortunately, she was wearing red, so it wasn't immediately noticeable.
She was such a competitive person, and the thing she hated most was being shorter than Ji Chen.
Why is he considered the elder brother just because he was born a fraction of an hour earlier? He's no different from me, yet he gets the title of older brother.
Perhaps siblings born of the same mother and close in age are all like this, unwilling to give way to each other. She was eager to go first, and Ji Chen was not modest either. When he was young, he hated it when people said that he and his sister looked alike, and even had the same name, Ji Lin and Ji Lang.
So when Ji Chen was four years old, he caused a huge scene, and Ji Lin turned into Ji Chen.
The character "琳" was taken by the eldest brother, who changed "琞" to "琳". Ji Lin wanted this character simply because "季琳" looked much easier to write than "琞".
The siblings disliked each other and imitated each other for twenty years before their relationship began to improve—but then Ji Lang died.
She died filled with boundless resentment, wanting to tear the emperor to pieces. Now, decades later, her anger has subsided, and she thinks, "I was the one who died first. Ji Chen, you've lost to me again!"
A general who had won countless battles died in his prime due to the machinations of his political enemies. His glory was shattered, his legacy faded, and the land lost its color. Even the most illustrious generals of the ages could not have achieved such a fate.
She deserved to die without regret.
But facing Ji Chen, who still looked very young, Ji Chen opened his lips and snorted coldly, "How come you died so young?"
She had thought a thousand times about what she would say to Ji Chen, but this was never one of them.
She knew that Ji Chen had also thought about what he would say when he saw her. As twin siblings, they were of one mind, but he never expected that she would say those words.
Thinking it over, Ji Lang felt quite pleased with himself.
Ji Chen said calmly, "I've lived twenty years longer than you."
Ji Lang said, "You're so useless."
For the first time, Ji Chen admitted, "Yes."
He's in his forties now, and his mind is at peace, whether he wants to or not.
His younger sister still looks just as young as she did in her youth; he shouldn't argue with a young girl.
"Where is the emperor?" Ji Lang suddenly thought of the instigator.
“Dead,” Ji Chen replied.
"You did this?"
Ji Chen said, "Ning'er made it."
Mentioning Ji Chengning immediately roused Ji Lang, "Where is my little Ning'er? Ji Chen, you don't look like you're terminally ill, you didn't commit suicide, did you? How could you leave Ning'er behind and die like that? Oh dear, what kind of uncle are you? My poor little Ning'er, boohoo—"
Ji Chen watched her put on an act.
I want to see you.
No amount of fancy tricks can compare to defeating the enemy with a single move.
Ji Lang fell silent.
The pungent smell of blood assaulted their faces.
Ji Lang felt that this was not the time to say nice things, but things had come to this point, and she couldn't find a beautiful place to ask Ji Chen to repeat himself.
The brother and sister stood side by side.
Blood mixed with a mist of blood fell from the Bridge of Helplessness, quickly turning Ji Chen's snow-white cloak a patch of red and white.
Snowflakes also fell on her face.
Ghosts have no body temperature; they are colder than snow. Snowflakes do not melt, but roll into the eye sockets, like a beautiful yet tragic remnant of makeup.
Ji Lang casually wiped it away.
She went to see Ji Chen, wanting to see if he was as disheveled as she was.
The other person didn't look at her sideways, so she had to look up. Only then did Ji Lang realize that Ji Chen was actually quite taller than her.
Ji Lang abruptly stopped in his tracks.
Ji Chen also stopped with her.
Ji Lang stopped and stared intently at Ji Chen, as if he had seen something rare that had just emerged from the ground.
From the plain silver hairpin on his head to the unadorned black boots, he was nothing like the refined man he once was. His clothes were drab and shabby, making Ji Lang laugh. He wanted to ask if the Ji family was broke.
From a distance, the green and white hues blend together, resembling people wearing mourning clothes.
Ji Lang took a deep breath, feeling the broken wound begin to ache again.
That unfamiliar yet unforgettable pain instantly surged through my limbs and bones.
Her throat made a gurgling sound, but she still stared at Ji Chen without blinking.
She suddenly spoke, "Ji Chen."
"Um?"
You've lost weight.
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