Chapter 111: Tail Ship 29
Because of Rongrong's shocking revelations, the surroundings were silent.
"Okay." Jiang Yuelu suddenly said, "Who was the former capital lord, who is the current one, and who killed whom among them... Knowing these will not be of much help to us."
He patted Rongrong's head and said, "Don't forget, the most urgent task now is to find your parents."
The anger in Milk Jelly slowly faded away. She bit her lip and said, "I understand, Lord God... I'm very sorry. I hindered your progress..."
Leng Wenhan stared at Jiang Yuelu motionlessly.
She always felt that Jiang Yuelu's mind was not on these things.
It seemed that just now, after opening the design drawing file, he was immersed in other thoughts.
Rongrong's eyes lit up: "But I just remembered something!"
"Do you know where your parents are?" Tong Mian touched her soft and elastic body in the air.
Rongrong shook her head and said dejectedly, "No. I didn't remember these. But I know when they will appear. Do you remember the ghost man who was chasing you? That was a test for you."
"To find my parents, I must kill the ghost man first."
Tong Mian shouted exaggeratedly, "Kill them? Don't be ridiculous. You saw how those three guys hunted us in the restaurant. The captain just walked around in front of them and lost two of his generals. He is now alone!"
"but……"
Rongrong's voice was immediately drowned out by Tong Mian, who began to calculate their odds one by one. "Qiao is not the kind of ghost we usually see. He can stand on his own in the ghost market, but in front of that big-armed ghost, he didn't even have a chance to stand up."
"And that skinny ghost. Even the battle-hardened resistance organization dare not underestimate him. His speed is first-rate!"
"And the youngest ghost, he is the most brutal among the three..."
"We witches..." He glanced at the flying milk jelly, swallowed without revealing his identity, and spoke again: "We mostly dealt with ghosts before, and we know how to catch a ghost. But these three ghosts are too strange. Before we fully understand them, I still suggest that we walk around the mansion first..."
Jiang Yuelu shook her head, "What a waste of time."
Tong Mian had a frustrated expression, as if to say, "You still don't understand after all this time." He let out a breath and asked, "Then what are you going to do?"
Jiang Yuelu waved her hand in the air and pulled the floating marshmallow jelly back, "Rongrong, continue what you didn't finish just now."
Naandong uttered an "oh" and glanced at Tongmian nervously, "I think... you still have a great chance of killing the ghost..." After Tongmian made a snort, her voice couldn't help but get louder, "Because you are different from them! The ship owner and the baby may be afraid of the ghost, but you won't."
"May I ask what the difference between us is?" Tong Mian said sarcastically.
"Is it that we are not as familiar with No. 1 Mansion as these local boat people, or is it that the gap in strength is naturally so huge that we are behind them?" He gradually raised his tone.
But she did not flinch in the face of his jelly: "The difference is - I'm here. I'll help you."
"I know you can help us. No one knows more about the mansion than you, but the ghost—"
"But I know the ghost's biggest weakness."
Tong Mian was startled and turned his head back, "What do you know?"
Rongrong repeated, "I know the weakness of the ghost." She swayed her body and slowly floated into the air. Everyone's eyes followed her upwards involuntarily - this pretty little thing knew how to gain the admiration of adults. After moving to a certain height, she spoke again, with absolute rationality and maturity beyond her age.
"The current Lord gave you this test... and I know him."
She looked at Jiang Yuelu nervously, "Although the Lord God said that we shouldn't talk about the past. But this clue is related to the ghost, so I should be able to tell you, right?"
"Can."
After getting the approval from the "God", she breathed a sigh of relief. "My parents were killed by the previous Lord of the Capital... Lord Jin Muxi helped me to get revenge, but I was so sad at the time that I couldn't sleep well every night."
"Every time at this time, he would tell me stories. Those stories were full of blood and killing, not something a child would like to hear... But in order not to disappoint his kindness, I pretended to be looking forward to it every day, and after listening to the stories, I fell asleep with my heart pounding with fear."
"The ghost is just an insignificant story in it."
"Regarding this story... I can't remember most of the plot. But I remember that the ending was pretty good. Humans did their best to defeat the murderous ghost. It was an ending that didn't make my heart tremble after hearing it."
"I remember that those trapped in the house discovered the ghosts' weaknesses. They are not invincible." Rongrong looked at the silent Tong Mian and told him seriously, "They will have a moment of weakness every once in a while. If we seize this moment, we can defeat them like the humans in the story."
"Instant." Tong Mian pondered the word with interest, "How long does it take to be considered an instant?"
“It may seem like an insignificant second or two, but it’s enough for a lot of things to happen.” He murmured to himself, as if he saw himself in the past, falling down the stairs, being stung by a bee and getting a big bump…all kinds of endangered scenes. Those ordinary and trivial tribulations to others were, in fact, life-threatening threats coming straight at him.
Rongrong didn't hear his whisper. She thought hard for a while and said, "Hmm... let me think about it."
"In order to make me feel involved, Master Jin Muxi always used the mansion as the prototype for his stories. At that time, he said... because of the ghost's pursuit, everyone ran to the restaurant... But at this time, twelve hours had just passed, and the ghost had its weak moment once a day. But when they tried to go over, the ghost had recovered as usual, and they began to scream and run around again."
She raised her head and looked at Jiang Yuelu, "These are all I can remember. Can I help you?"
Jiang Yuelu: "Very good. It would be perfect if it could be a little more detailed."
Hearing his praise, Rongrong's milk jelly face turned red. She managed not to faint, "Well, how can it be more delicate?"
"Where in the restaurant did they go?"
"This...it's been so long...I kind of forgot about it."
"No." Jiang Yuelu spoke in a soft voice, like a ghost whispering in her ear, "They ran to the restaurant and had to avoid being hunted down. They must have hidden first, right? When Master Jin Muxi was telling the story, he certainly wouldn't have forgotten to mention this, right?"
"Yes, yes! I remember now. They fled all the way to the end of the restaurant... and hid behind the only cupboard!"
"You did it, little girl." Jiang Yuelu did not hesitate and continued to ask: "After the ghost shadow weakened, where did they try to go? It doesn't matter if you can't remember, you just need to answer me whether they escaped in the end."
Rongrong immediately replied: "They escaped."
Jiang Yuelu narrowed his eyes and calculated, "Then they should be near the dining table."
Tong Mian was puzzled, "How did you know?"
"Because I have a photographic memory." Jiang Yuelu began to move the clutter in the room.
Tong Mian muttered, "Just brag," and looked at him in confusion, "Why did you move all the tables away?" He moved the table Will used to draw to the corner, leaving the center of the room completely empty.
Jiang Yuelu: "I'm going to try to recreate the scene."
He walked back and forth between the bed and the door several times, and only when he was sure that his memory was correct did he look up and explain to them: "The reason for moving things away is to make it easier to move around. Weren't we also walking back and forth in the dining room at that time? I roughly remember the location of the cupboard, and the distance between it and the door... It's probably about the same as the bed and the door here."
Tong Mian shouted in his heart: We are not walking around in the restaurant, we are running for our lives!
You actually leisurely measure the distance while running for your life? !
Are you the soft furnishing designer invited by Will?
"Wait a minute--" Tong Mian realized, "So you really do have a photographic memory?"
Jiang Yuelu ignored him and continued to explain to the man and milk jelly: "So Wenhan, try to run from the bed to the door, and we can roughly know how long the ghost shadow will be weak."
Leng Wenhan did as he was told and came back to report: "Less than three seconds."
Jiang Yuelu: "So short? You're running too hard, this won't work, you need to find a weak point. Tongmian, you try it."
Tong Mian: "Oh ok I'll be there right away - damn it, who is weak?!"
Tong Mian ran back cursing and stood in front of Jiang Yuelu, and he said cruelly, "Stop being awkward. How long have you run?"
"Buzz...buzz..." Tong Mian hummed for a while, but didn't notice that a milk jelly floated over to eavesdrop. After hearing it, he immediately reported to Jiang Yuelu, "He said it was five seconds!"
Tong Mian was furious: "Damn you little thief - where did you come from?!"
Jiang Yuelu thought to herself: "Rongrong, did Jin Muxi say where these people came from?"
Rongrong shook her head. "No, he just said they were a group of ordinary tourists who came to the mansion to travel."
The same was true of the other stories told by Lord Jin Muxi. The methods of killing were ever-changing, but the locations and people were very simple. The locations were either in the mansion or in the temple, and the people were either a couple or two brothers. It seemed that apart from these, he could not think of anything else.
This was something Rongrong had guessed out of boredom over a long period of time. She respected Lord Jin Muxi, who had rescued her relatives, so she had never mentioned it to anyone else.
After knowing that they were just a group of ordinary people, Jiang Yuelu felt relieved and waved her hand: "That's fine. Their physical strength might be better than Tong Mian's, so let's calculate 4.5. But it's better to have less than more, so let's still use four seconds as the standard."
Tong Mian, who was standing by, had already bitten his handkerchief and burst into tears as he listened - except for the 800-meter physical test at the academy, he had never been insulted like this before in his life...
"Four seconds. The ghosts will only be weak for four seconds." Jiang Yuelu repeated, reminding everyone, "We have to kill all three ghosts within four seconds, leaving no one alive."
Leng Wenhan nodded, meaning no problem, all up to you.
Milk Jelly shook in the air excitedly, "I will provide a lot of information!"
Jiang Yuelu looked at Tong Mian, but the latter turned his head away and agreed in a low voice: "Okay, okay, anyway, if you didn't bring me in, I wouldn't be able to see all this... I'll do as you say."
Jiang Yuelu collected all the opinions before nodding and saying, "Okay. Let's make a plan first."
After a moment.
The two of them sat on the ground, facing him, with a round jelly sitting next to them. Jiang Yuelu folded his elbows and tilted his head, looking at them carefully, as if thinking about something. Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, Tong Mian couldn't help but said, "Tell me what your plan is."
Jiang Yuelu rubbed his chin, "I have a rough idea of Wenhan's strength."
He had witnessed Luo Yin Guan’s strength before in Xue Village.
Originally, I thought she only had the ability to go down to the underworld and communicate with ghosts, but that time it seemed that she was more than that. After arriving at the ghost's territory, she could also act as a "ghost translator" and a "ghost scanner"... God gave her a very hard fate, but also gave her a pair of white pupils that could see through the netherworld.
Tong Mian had heard rumors about the eldest daughter of the Leng family being extremely unlucky in fate when he was in college. He was not surprised when he heard it mentioned now. Instead, he looked nonchalant. "Unlucky for me? So what? Anyway, my luck in this life is already so bad. Maybe it will turn out right."
As he said this, he whistled at Leng Wenhan, "Be more careful with me in the future, Miss."
This was the first time Leng Wenhan didn't ignore him, his cold white pupils reflected a lazy and sickly look.
Tong Mian shrugged, turned around and asked Jiang Yuelu: "So, you want her to talk to the ghosts in the mansion? Let them help us?"
Rongrong interrupted: "It's impossible. The ghosts in the mansion are not very lethal. They seem to be scared by the ghost man."
Tong Mian muttered, "Well, damn ghost man."
Leng Wenhan also shook his head: "They... are indeed very weak."
Tong Mian clapped his hands and laughed: "Oh my - it seems that someone's plan will fail at the first step!"
Jiang Yuelu ignored him and looked at Leng Wenhan: "I don't plan to let you communicate with ghosts. Your abilities can be further developed." In the world where he used to live, he had to make the best use of everything and squeeze the value of a bowl of rice, a bottle of water, and a quilt to the extreme. It was time to bring out the orphanage's "Xiao Jiang Survival Law."
Leng Wenhan: "I don't understand."
"When we were confronting them before, you made us fly. Do you remember?" Jiang Yuelu said patiently, "If we don't let the ghosts in the mansion chase the ghost shadow, can we just lift us into the air?"
Leng Wenhan said without hesitation: "Okay."
"Then your mission is accomplished." Jiang Yuelu turned to Tong Mian, "It's your turn next."
Tong Mian said lazily, "I can't do anything. You've seen that I can be knocked unconscious by a piece of wood, and my stomach can be blasted by a piece of broken glass. I am born a loser. During any class, the teacher always asks me to stand aside with bandages in my hand, because he knows that I can't do anything at all."
Rongrong pressed his shoulder, "Hey... don't say that about yourself..."
Leng Wenhan was silent for a while, then suddenly said two words: "Coward."
Tong Mian laughed shamelessly after hearing this, "It doesn't matter, I've heard this a lot. I'm a coward, you're right. Besides, in any situation, protecting myself is the top priority. I don't think I'm shameless, but if I lose my life, I lose everything."
He looked at Jiang Yuelu, "I am grateful that you brought me in. But I can't risk my life for you. And it is impossible for me to do it."
"It's okay if you don't want to go with me next time. I won't complain if you leave me behind." He closed his mouth and turned his head to the side.
Jiang Yuelu looked at this weak boy who was bleeding most of the time. He was firmly opposed to the plan of risking his life to kill Guiying from the beginning. Tong Mian died too easily, so he was afraid of death and cherished his life.
He knew all this too well.
"You want to survive, so you are careful with your belongings, right? You are so stingy and miserly with your physical strength and energy, every drop of your blood should be put to great use - if not, then don't use it. That's right, Tongmian."
The boy whose name he called tightened his jaw, "This is my fate. God gave me a body that is easily damaged and easily injured! Do you think I don't want to fight?"
He also sat in a wheelchair, looking enviously at the students flying freely in the air outside the window.
"But this is the fate of our clan... We exchanged a huge price with God, so we have to pay it back from generation to generation." Tong Mian's voice was weak, "Have you seen my uncle? He was once healthier than me. Compared with Dean Kong, he was no less capable, but in the end he still lived weakly in a wheelchair."
“This is our fate.”
"Fate has gifted me with numerous disasters, and I responded by being greedy for life and afraid of death. Is there anything wrong with that? Not at all, right?" Tong Mian shouted angrily.
Jiang Yuelu interrupted, "Then why did you secretly buy weapons?"
Tong Mian was stunned and asked in astonishment: "...What? Why are you..."
"I won't go into the examination room with an incompetent guy. Do you think I took you with me out of kindness?" Jiang Yuelu shook his head, "I asked..." He realized that he couldn't expose the system in the shrine, so he changed his words, "I asked the people in the Eighteenth Pawn Shop to check your background. He said that you often go in and out of the pawnshop, and your biggest expense is a pair of scissors and a bandage."
…
Shrine heaven and earth.
Before entering the examination room, the female voice of the system expressed disapproval of his evaluation that "Tong Mian is not good at fighting."
"Although the witch doctor clan is weak, their physique is extremely unique and they are immune to all poisons."
"The healing ability is beyond question. The medicinal power passed down from generation to generation in the Tong family is unmatched. Even the elders of other families are privately asking Vice Dean Tong for medicine."
"More importantly, his martial arts abilities are yet to be developed."
A silhouette appeared in the air. Jiang Yuelu vaguely saw a pair of large scissors and a bandage tangled together. "What is this? A two-piece set of a doctor's combat power?"
"This is the Soul-Twisting Scissors and Soul-Tearing Belt that sold for the second highest price at the Eighteen Pawnshop half a year ago. They came from the ghost market and seem to have been found on a sunken ancient ship. Because the souls could not get close to them, they were passed to the Eighteen Pawnshop for use by wizards."
"The person who bought them did not leave his name, which caused a big uproar at the time and made the academy and the pawnshop suspicious for a long time. Fearing that the treasure would be obtained by someone with ulterior motives, Dean Kong also set up a private team to investigate privately, but after several months, there was no result and the case was finally dropped."
Jiang Yuelu: "But do you know their whereabouts?"
The system replied: "They were photographed by Tongmian."
"I guessed it. You won't bring up irrelevant things in irrelevant occasions. Now that you're talking about them, it can only be related to Tong Mian." Jiang Yuelu thought to himself. He was more curious about why the system was hiding something from Dean Kong - he thought they were in the same group, but he didn't expect...
"Can I understand that you are praising my efficiency?" the female voice asked.
Jiang Yuelu hummed, and looked carefully at the information on the scissors and bandages. "You can think so."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome."
His hand stroked the silhouette of the blade in the air - the scissors, the blade is slender, the handle is narrow, suitable for being held by bony hands. The black wooden handle is engraved with light white silk, which faintly echoes the white bandage next to it.
Next to the two items, words such as "weight", "length", "damage amount", etc. were moving quickly.
Jiang Yuelu read all the information and said, "These two weapons are too powerful. Can Tong Mian's body withstand it?"
"Not at all." The system said, "So he never used it again after using it once. He paid a heavy price that time."
…
Time goes back to the present.
After listening to Jiang Yuelu's story, Tong Mian raised his wrist, and his sleeve slipped down, revealing half of his thin wrist. There was a deep crease carved where his pulse was beating. There were six or seven similar marks on his body, which were the result of using scissors and bandages. He could still vividly remember the night when he healed himself in the bushes to avoid being found by his uncle and family.
"The funny thing is, I didn't subdue a single ghost." Tong Mian's tone was flat, "I just picked up the scissors and made a waving gesture... and that's what happened."
He clearly remembered the laughter of the wild ghosts as they passed by him who had fallen.
Smile. Smile.
He also lay on the ground, shaking and laughing, covered in blood - how ridiculous!
He once dreamed of fighting with this body!
"Since you have investigated me, you should know that it is impossible to rely on me." Tong Mian turned his head, and the light in his eyes completely disappeared.
Jiang Yuelu was very sure that she had seen the spark of dreams in his eyes, when he pulled her aside to ask what the examination room was like when they first met, when he excitedly explained the various intelligence and legends he had collected, and when he begged her to bring him in to see it no matter what.
That light exists dazzlingly, scorchingly, and brilliantly.
But now, it's off.
"Before I saw this thing, I also thought it was impossible." Jiang Yuelu took out a familiar rusty scale and handed it to Tong Mian, "Do you want to hear me explain it in detail?"
He said nothing, so Jiang Yuelu took it as his consent.
"Have you ever thought that your body cannot support weapons because you lack a layer of 'protective armor'? After you put it on, it will not cause any damage to you, nor will it have any side effects. It can also protect you from harm to the greatest extent. If you have such a set of armor, you can dominate the examination room."
His blueprint was very beautiful, but Tong Mian smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying, "There is no armor that suits me. They are all mechanical and hard. It's good enough that they don't hurt me. How can I stand up wearing them? I even tried to hammer nails into my bones, but it didn't work."
Jiang Yuelu: "What if I say I have a custom-made one?"
Tong Mian looked at him suspiciously.
A rusty scale was spinning faintly before his eyes, and he couldn't help muttering, "The scale is moving..."
"Its greatest use is that it can extract the pain that people have experienced. I have discussed this with Drake. The reason why the city lord chose happiness as currency is because the energy brought by happiness is beautiful, satisfying, and inclusive. These are all very positive feelings and do not have the power to hurt people."
“But the pain is different.”
Jiang Yuelu slowed down her speech. "Human suffering is desperate, tragic and turbulent. You can use a storm to describe suffering, and you can use drowning to describe despair. But would you use them to describe happiness?"
"The power of pain is enough to destroy a person's soul and force them to flee without a single blow. Tong Mian, I have seen the pain value extracted from you by the luck scale. Do you think the accumulation of these powers is not terrible enough? To be honest, if you were not my teammate, I would have pushed you off the boat at that time."
Tong Mian was already stunned by what he heard.
It was as if someone suddenly patted him on the head and said, hey, kid, all the hardships you have suffered in the first half of your life are meaningful, and today we can help you realize its value.
He heard his voice tremble, "What are you going to do?"
"Take out your pain and let it become your armor." Jiang Yuelu picked up the rotating fortune scale, turned around and walked towards the secret room, "Come with me."
Damn it!
What he said was all false, all lies! Don’t believe him! Tong Mian’s heart was filled with screams.
...But when he reacted, he had already followed Jiang Yuelu to the secret room involuntarily. He watched him put the iron box on the ship's lookout tower, "Try to take this box away from me as quickly as possible. By the way, do you still have the pain?"
Tong Mian hummed and took out two huge black balls.
Dull, dark, and complicated.
Is this his pain?
"That's probably not complete... but it doesn't matter. I want you to believe that you can do it first." Jiang Yuelu's voice floated down from above. He was very confident.
Why does he trust me so much... Tong Mian couldn’t figure it out.
Staring at the two black balls, the inexplicable emotions that kept surging in his heart told him that Jiang Yuelu was right and his plan was feasible. He could develop the power of the two black balls according to the knowledge and skills he had learned and use them for himself.
The other party's complete trust was like heat, drying up his hesitation and fear bit by bit.
"Then... give it a try."
He uttered a low cry, and the gourd containing rare treasures on his waist glowed brightly. A long pair of silver-white scissors appeared instantly and was held in his hand.
Long, thin white ribbons fluttered chaotically behind him. His eyes were fixed fiercely on the two black balls. As he recited a quick spell, the ribbons rushed towards the black balls as if driven by an order, wrapped them tightly in the blink of an eye, and were swallowed up by the black balls with a "whoosh".
It's like I've eaten something unclean.
Or you may be burned by the strange and unfamiliar passion and heat within your body.
The painful black ball trembled continuously in the air, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, and collapsed and exploded!
White ribbons immediately gushed out, forming a small fountain in the air. Tong Mian felt as if he had heard the most beautiful musical note. He stretched out his hand towards the "fountain" uncontrollably, and the bandages full of black pain and regret climbed up his arm along his fingers. He effortlessly picked up the silver-white scissors and swung them towards the tower in the air without thinking.
"boom!!!"
The top pole of the tower was broken off. He was unharmed.
He stood there for a moment, then clenched the scissors in his hand. The bandages emitting black gas wrapped around his body. He had never experienced this feeling before. He used all his strength and was still able to stand still.
"Hey, why are you crying?" Milk Jelly asked secretly.
He yelled loudly, tilting his head back so that they couldn't see his rapidly flowing tears: "Damn, the air at high altitude smells so bad aa ...
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