Yan Chiyu struggled to lift his heavy eyelids, wanting to see the person in front of him clearly. Was she afraid, helpless? Was she seeing himself, or A-Tan?
Perhaps heaven took pity on him and gave him half a breath of bright and clear vision.
"Don't—" He was afraid. Before he could finish speaking, the boy's pupils suddenly contracted, and then he was plunged into eternal darkness and loneliness, as if covered by the feathers of a crow.
Even his consciousness vanished along with his soul.
This secluded valley has long, cold, endless nights, is home to the most terrifying ghosts in the world, and a pitiful child.
The newcomer gently embraced the broken body, tears falling one by one onto his face, the glistening tears like stars fallen from the night sky.
"Ah Tan, you can live."
"I assure you."
Then, a sudden change occurred in the world of mountains and seas.
The sky was torn apart, and countless brilliant and beautiful lives, like dissipating flames, fell into the abyss of darkness.
The strange beasts fell into other dimensions and disappeared without a trace.
Even the God of Books has vanished without a trace.
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Wu Yue woke up on the fifth day after entering the underworld.
The usually gloomy underworld was now bursting with vibrant flowers, bathed in the glow of the setting sun. She had no heart to appreciate the beauty; a profound and indescribable sorrow welled up within her.
This is a situation that can't be described as either a nightmare or a replay of the past. She is both a character in the play and an observer, passively pushed forward and experiencing all of this.
She stared blankly ahead at an expensive rosewood table with an intricately patterned antique vase on the corner, filled with freesias and eucalyptus leaves.
Her gaze passed over the vase, as if staring into the void.
Ah Tan, did he survive...?
Is this her memory? Or is it a fabricated dream created for her by someone?
Oh, right... Yan Chiyu...
Wu Yue got off the bed from the other side. Perhaps because she had slept for too long, she felt a little dizzy when she stood up. She staggered slightly as she straightened up, and as she turned around, she noticed a screen with a landscape painting on it lying on the ground. The screen was much taller than an adult man, and it seemed to be concealing something behind it.
She stared intently at the screen without making a sound, trying to see or hear whether there was any movement behind it.
Just as Wu Yue was about to step over the screen, Mu Junyan pushed open the door and entered. Upon seeing the awakened Wu Yue, he raised an eyebrow and said, "Wu Yue, you're awake! That's great."
"King Yama".
Wu Yue nodded politely, her nod very lightly. "I'm very confused right now. I wonder if King Yama can answer my questions, or rather, find someone who can resolve my doubts?"
Mu Junyan scratched her hair, which had been ruffled by the wind, and said, "I can only tell you that your brother and the other two are fine."
Wu Yue caught the subtext and her expression changed: "Where is Yan Chiyu?"
...
The masked man walked slowly through a field of spider lilies, the cold, eerie wind whipping at the hem of his black robe and fluttering his red sash. A piece of obsidian, carved into the shape of a book and adorned with red tassels, hung at his waist.
The well-fitting, crisp clothes he wore exuded an indescribable air of nobility and elegance. The man's thumb rubbed against the small blue snake in his palm, the delicate little horns on its head twitching gently.
His hand unconsciously clenched: "Aqing, what should I say as the first thing?"
Before Aqing could speak, the man's face showed a self-deprecating smile: "Why are you asking me? You can't possibly understand. Perhaps it would be better to bring Jiao Duan. He's always been close to her, or maybe Bai Ze... never mind, that naive girl."
Qingjin: ...? ? There's no sweetness, only silliness.
The man muttered again, "I'm afraid she'll be angry, afraid she'll be angry that I took Baihu away. I'm really angry, angry that she called Baihu 'brother' so affectionately."
Their voices grew closer and closer to the hut, a hut that was worlds apart from the cold, dark underworld.
Having received news of Yan Chiyu from Mu Junyan, Wu Yue couldn't wait to go find him. However, just as she reached the door, she bumped into a masked man walking towards her.
Flowers bloomed in the courtyard, red lanterns hung drunkenly under the eaves, and a winding bluestone path connected her and the masked man.
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