Chapter 141 This ancient-style young man on you...
Those present were all leaders; no one would listen to Yang Jian's complaints.
The task of obtaining the Seven Arrows of Nailhead was completed perfectly, and Jiang Ziya praised Yang Jian. However, since the great undertaking was not yet accomplished, the reward remained only verbal.
Meanwhile, Nezha and Pingyu had already arrived at the Gates of Hell.
In the boundless emptiness, the waterfall cascading from the sky continued to wash over the shallow pools of water. Water splashed here, creating ripples that seemed to make the reflections themselves meander into winding streams, converging together. Pingyu stared intently at the water's surface, watching his own face and Nezha's face become clear yet blurry, finally disappearing in a chaotic flow. They had to clasp their hands tightly to be sure the other was real; otherwise, through the light barrier in front of the door, everything was like a mirage.
"Are you... ready?" Pingyu asked, panting heavily, as if she wasn't asking Nezha, but rather asking herself.
Are you ready, Pingyu?
Are you ready to go back to that world?
"Pingyu, we are all ready."
The gentle tone soothed Pingyu's uneasy heart.
She exhaled a final deep breath and stepped through the door at the same time as Nezha.
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Close your eyes, open your eyes.
The colors suddenly returned, and Nezha returned to the place he had visited in his childhood.
He instinctively clenched his fingers, only to find them empty.
What about Pingyu?
They had clearly been holding hands just moments before, but the girl had vanished after they entered the room. Nezha looked around, his unease amplified in this unfamiliar surrounding. He was about to call out when his gaze suddenly locked onto the round mirror on the dressing table. In the mirror, on the bed behind him, which stretched across the wall, a figure was slowly rising. On the pure white sheets, black hair slid down like splashed ink. A girl whose appearance was identical to Pingyu's was struggling to sit up.
With her eyes half-open, she asked softly, "N...Nezha?"
As soon as he uttered the word, Ping Yu was startled by his own words.
The sound was hoarse, like a broken gong, with a lot of graininess.
No, how did she become "Baojuan"?
Seeing the girl lying unharmed on the bed, Nezha visibly relaxed. He sat on the bed and placed a pillow under the girl's waist. As Pingyu adjusted her body, he asked, "Has your soul returned to its place?"
"Um?"
Ping Yu looked bewildered.
Back in Chen Tang Pass, Nezha already knew that Pingyu's soul could only choose one body in the end. It seemed that her sudden disappearance just now was because her soul had been absorbed into this body. Pingyu was still unaware of what had happened to her; she only remembered that after entering the Gate of Hell, her vision was filled with a blinding light. She couldn't open her eyes, and her body seemed to turn into a wisp of smoke, carried by a gentle breeze into a warm place.
In a daze, I felt a weight on the top of my head.
Nezha stroked her hair, his gaze sweeping over her:
The girl shed her fitted outfit, revealing a loose, soft fleece loungewear set. The wide neckline exposed her collarbone and the skin below, which was almost sickly pale. Ping Yu's modern body was not as tempered as it had been in the Shang Dynasty; as she rubbed her eyes, the wide sleeves slipped down, revealing her delicate, flower-like arms.
When his gaze lingered on it, the boy's expression softened. He thought: It's good that there are no scars.
She won't get hurt here.
When the soul returns to the body, there is a period of adjustment. If the connection is not good, a tearing sensation will occur when moving. Seeing that Pingyu hadn't recovered for a while, Nezha's relaxed brows furrowed again. "How are you feeling now?"
Pingyu raised her arm in response, then clenched her fist and released it, replying, "I'm fine? I just feel weak, maybe I'm hungry."
Upon hearing this, Nezha reached out to take her pulse.
"Someone's coming."
Nezha murmured, instinctively revealing his Universe Ring.
A cold glint flashed across Pingyu's face. She narrowed her eyes slightly. A voice called from outside the door, "Pingyu, get up and go to the hospital!"
It was a crisp, clear female voice.
The footsteps were quick and steady as it rushed into the room. Before Nezha could react, a thick blanket was rolled up around him. He fell forward with the blanket, his face pressed against the soft down of his pajamas, instantly overwhelmed by the orange blossom scent emanating from the fabric. He released his Qiankun Ring and quietly remained in his current position.
At the same time, the door was forcefully opened from the outside.
A woman in an apron stood outside the door, waving a spatula. Pingyu's vision suddenly blurred.
“Mom…”
She almost blurted out the ancient term, but mumbled a correction as she bit her tongue.
Looking at her face contorted with tears, her mother asked, puzzled, "What are you doing? Does your head still hurt?"
She thought for a moment, then reassured him, "It's okay, Mom has asked for leave for you. Go to the hospital first, and then you can rest properly when you get back."
Nezha, who was also listening to this conversation, was completely confused: "What is a mother?"
Both the modern and the ancient were in her room, their voices rang out at the same moment, instantly easing her sadness. Pingyu was somewhat amused and exasperated, reaching under the covers to stroke Nezha's face, then said to her mother, "Okay, then I'll stay in bed a little longer before getting up."
"Just five minutes, my appointment is almost up." With that, the mother lowered her gaze to the bulging blanket in front of her: "What's in there? Why is it so big, like a mountain?"
"The blanket!" Ping Yu's scalp tightened, while Nezha calmly made a hand seal.
Ping Yu feigned composure, asking, "What else is on the bed besides the blanket?"
"How can a blanket bulge like that?"
"Oh, you can go out now!" Pingyu's tone became irritable in the face of her mother's suspicion. She acted like any grumpy child, grumbling impatiently, "I'll be out in a bit, remember to close the door!"
"Then hurry up, or I'll have to call you again," Mom said, closing the door with a hint of doubt.
Pingyu listened carefully for a while, and after confirming that the footsteps had faded away, she pulled back the covers. Nezha popped out like a springy little man from a surprise box, pinning Pingyu beneath him. He slithered up like a snake, wrapping his arms around the girl's waist, and said, "You still haven't answered me."
"We're at home, don't make a fuss." Pingyu, whose nose was being rubbed, pushed Nezha away with his hand, saying, "Mom is just mother, it's just a different way of addressing her."
Pingyu's mother, Chen Mei, works in the finance industry. She is straightforward and the head of the household. Thinking of her mother, Pingyu felt both happy and worried.
Chen Mei was a perceptive woman; she didn't know how to hide Nezha right under the other person's nose. After thinking for a moment, Ping Yu turned and glanced around. His phone was on the bedside table, just as it had been before he transmigrated, fully charged.
But he doesn't have an ID card!
Just when they were at their wits' end, Nezha came over to take a look.
He's become a curious child, wanting to understand everything.
"What's this?"
Nezha pointed at the phone, and Pingyu replied, "A phone. We do all our daily calls, pay bills, everything in this phone. I'm checking how much silver I have left right now."
He couldn't read Arabic numerals, and tilted his head, asking, "How much is left?"
Pingyu calculated for a moment: "About ten thousand?"
She has very low material desires; her family only recently became middle class after their house was demolished and they received compensation for their land, plus her parents were promoted...
This is all her savings!
Nezha's gaze towards her changed instantly.
Pingyu saw confusion in that subtle look in his eyes, as if he were asking, "If coming back will lead to escaping poverty, then what is the point of your return?"
The boy paused for a long time, then softly uttered, "Don't be afraid, I'll take care of you from now on."
Pingyu:.......
I'm so sorry to have gone from being a landlord to a modern-day beast of burden!
As the host, Ping Yu felt she couldn't let this little antique look down on her. She pinched Nezha's face, gritting her teeth: "Just you wait and see, I'll show you what a colorful life is in these three days."
Nezha shrugged, indicating that he would wait and see.
The noise from their playful fighting masked their hearing, concealing the footsteps outside the door. Chen Mei grew increasingly uneasy and immediately turned back to confront Ping Yu. She peered through the crack in the door and heard a man's voice mixed with her daughter's laughter; her veins throbbed with excitement. Nezha had already sensed her approaching presence but hadn't warned Ping Yu.
bump!
The door was opened again.
Ping Yu's smile hadn't faded when he bumped into Chen Mei, who had turned back again.
The door was wide open, revealing the position of Nezha embracing Pingyu. Chen Mei's breath hitched, and Pingyu's pupils trembled.
The next second...
"Lin!! Ping!! Healed!!!"
A startling sound erupted from the mother's small body; the deafening scream sent birds scattering in terror, and the sun shrugged off a cloud in fear, as if the entire building were shaking. Chen Mei's eyes widened in anger, her taut fingers pointing at the two of them as she demanded:
"Who exactly is this ancient-style young man dressed like you?!"
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