Chapter 130 Training 08
Jiang Yuelu didn't sleep well that night.
Every time when he was about to fall asleep, the scene of Mo Zhixian and Xia Yi's encounter would automatically play in his mind. Chairman Mo, with an expressionless face, looked at his wrist being grasped by Xia Yi, who pulled it all the way to the bottom and deducted all his points.
When he was in deep sorrow, he heard Xia Yi angrily scolding, "You amnesiac and heartless person!"
...It's so horrible.
When he opened his eyes, he was very glad that he had finally woken up from the dream. He breathed a long sigh of relief, washed up simply, and walked out of the tent.
The sun rose early, and half of the mountain was golden. The air in the mountain was sweet and pleasant. He walked and took a deep breath, and soon he reached the depths of the camp and saw a figure who should be there.
Seven o'clock sharp.
Not a single point off.
Mo Zhixian saw him coming and reminded him unceremoniously, "You are twenty seconds late. Twenty seconds is enough to do a lot of things."
"Sorry." Jiang Yuelu was shocked. "Wait, you're not going to deduct points from me for this too, are you?"
"No. The academy has not set a seven-point rule that requires you to meet with me. You haven't violated it, so you won't be punished."
Mo Zhixian said in a serious tone, "My criticism of you is only based on my personal preference."
Jiang Yuelu said strangely: "Then my personal preference is not to accept your personal preference, that is to say, I don't quite agree with your blame for me. I go to bed late and walk slowly. I am an old man, not younger than you."
Mo Zhixian nodded, "It's a very reasonable explanation."
"Although I would like to discuss fairness with you, your departure is a higher priority. I will first verify your identity and then give you a psychological test questionnaire. If every indicator is qualified, it can be proved that you are not affected by the evil spirit."
"You, Jiang Yuelu, are still a member of the academy."
Jiang Yuelu cried out in despair in her heart.
Questionnaire?
He would never have imagined that the academy would use such modern tools to test whether he had been bewitched.
"What if I lied?" Jiang Yuelu asked.
"Look. If the influence on me happens to be such that I have both human rationality and the evil of a demon... For example, I really want to kill you, but I pretend to be loyal and kind, how can you tell?"
"Good question." Mo Zhixian praised, "You are a student with a strong desire for knowledge, and you are also very rigorous."
"You don't have to worry too much about these concerns. Our questionnaire is not just a questionnaire. Vice Dean Tong's improved test paper and text will make the respondents unconsciously enter the spiritual process, which can be regarded as a kind of advanced spell. It is too complicated to explain."
"You just need to know that I can tell when you're lying."
Jiang Yuelu probably understood.
It's like making two preparations. One hand grasps science, the other hand grasps metaphysics. If science doesn't work, there's still metaphysics to bless you. I have to say, it's very academic.
Mo Zhixian motioned for him to sit down, "Then let's get started."
"good."
Jiang Yuelu sat on the wooden stake.
"During this process, you may feel some soreness and numbness all over your body, which is normal." Mo Zhixian looked around, "There is nothing here to support you, so how about this, you hold on to my arm first."
Jiang Yuelu held him.
He felt like he was in the hospital getting an IV drip.
From the rear angle, their postures overlapped, and a crisp "crunch" sound came from the bushes not far away, shaking off a rain of gnashing leaves, and the flock of birds was startled and flew away.
"Who?" Mo Zhixian looked back, "What a huge grudge."
Jiang Yuelu felt a tightness in her heart.
Just when he was about to catch Mo Zhixian, he was a step too slow. He watched him stride into the grove, search for a while, and come back with nothing. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.
Isn’t it Xia Yi?
No, that's not right...
When the crisp sound of the branches breaking came just now, his eyebrows became hot. According to the previous practice, every time this breath was hot, Xia Yi would come.
Then why is it gone again...
For some reason, Jiang Yuelu felt that the confusing situation was even more dangerous. He answered the following questionnaire test absent-mindedly, and his mind wandered to nowhere.
It is worth mentioning that Mo Zhixian said that the spiritual communication process would make people confused, but he did not feel anything at all. He was very clear-headed from beginning to end.
Of course, there was nothing wrong with the final result. Mo Zhixian looked at the questionnaires that were collected and said, "Even if you pass the test, it doesn't guarantee that you will be fine. I will be watching you over the next few days."
"Observe me?" Jiang Yuelu was puzzled. "During the day?"
"Observation means thorough observation, from day to night, from when you open your eyes to when you close them. Even when you are dreaming, I will be there." Mo Zhixian said solemnly, "Especially when you fall asleep, you can't notice it yourself, but danger is often hidden in your dreams."
Jiang Yuelu joked, "You won't follow me even when I go to the toilet."
Looking at Mo Zhixian's expression, his smile froze, "...No way!"
"I said it. This is necessary, a thorough observation."
Jiang Yuelu quickly stopped his long speech, "Okay, okay, okay, got it, just observe, follow if you want. Anyway, I'm free now, so I'll slip away first."
"Wait a moment."
Jiang Yuelu was helpless, "Young Chairman, what's wrong?"
Mo Zhixian asked: "Do you know today's mission?"
Jiang Yuelu shook his head.
"Your class arrived at Niu Shou Mountain yesterday and spent a day setting up camp. Starting early this morning, the training officially began. Do you remember the test questions announced by the system?"
Jiang Yuelu recalled: "Blackmail, lies and so on..."
Mo Zhixian nodded, "Let's go. I'll introduce the situation to you."
It seemed like he was talking to an old cadre, but his face was the tenderness of an 18-year-old boy. Jiang Yuelu took a look at the appearance of the genius of the Mo family, and compared him with Xiaofei and Ayin in his heart. He curled his lips and felt that he was not as good as his younger brother.
After comparing himself with Xia Yi, his lips curled even more sharply.
"Why are you looking at my face?" Mo Zhixian said, "My face is not the subject of this exam."
"Or do you suspect that I'm an impostor ghost? We haven't met since yesterday, and there's no one else who can prove my identity. This is indeed a possibility."
Jiang Yuelu felt a headache when she heard him talking. "No, I just looked at your face. Aren't you handsome? This reason should be valid."
Mo Zhixian was stunned.
Then he said, "You are interested in men's faces? But according to the information I received, you are not gay."
What is all this!
Jiang Yuelu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Just when she was about to change the subject, she caught a glimpse of a sight. Immediately, an electric current ran through her crown, going numb from the soles of her feet to the back of her head.
As if he had sensed something, he tilted his head slightly, looking past Mo Zhixian for the source of the danger, and soon saw a shadow not far away... No, that was not a shadow, but a person wrapped in resentment.
He stood with his elbows folded, leaning against the tree trunk, looking over here with a gloomy face.
Although he had changed his clothes and his face looked different, his creepy intuition told him that this was Xia Yi.
He is here!
"What are you looking at?" Mo Zhixian looked back and saw this unfamiliar classmate. He did not recognize him at first, but when he saw the ghost head in the other person's hand, he was surprised and asked, "It's you?"
Jiang Yuelu looked at Mo Zhixian.
He cares a lot.
This overly rigid young chairman had a facial expression that required the most precise ruler to measure fluctuations. But just now, he showed an expression that could be described as unexpected.
Jiang Yuelu carefully discerned Mo Zhixian's expression, not missing any changes.
He was sure that the young chairman did not recognize Xia Yi's true identity, which meant that he was surprised because of Xia Yi's "new face".
Mo Zhixian walked towards "Xia Yi" and asked, "You, you came out?"
"Xia Yi" ignored him, put the ugly and terrifying ghost head with fangs in his hand on his head, turned around and walked away. Mo Zhixian wanted to stop him, but he stopped when he was glanced at by the huge scarlet eyes of the ghost head, and was nailed to the spot.
Jiang Yuelu ignored him and immediately went after Xia Yi.
After running a few steps, he subconsciously turned around and saw that the young chairman was still standing there motionless, as if he had even forgotten his task of following and observing him.
"snort."
The smell of unhappiness traveled thousands of miles and was still extremely strong.
Jiang Yuelu turned around quickly and chased after Xia Yi. Unfortunately, Xia Yi was walking very fast, and he was out of breath. He barely stopped by holding onto a tree, and then he saw the unfamiliar clothes and the unfamiliar Ghost King.
He was like a doll that had run away from home, wearing new clothes and showing off.
Jiang Yuelu found it very novel.
"I didn't look at you carefully just now. This person... is this a human?"
"Of course you won't look at me carefully. Your eyes are almost glued to someone else." Xia Yi said unhappily: "This is a student from your college. He is not in the same class as you, so you don't know him."
"Why would he come to Niu Shou Mountain if we are not in the same class?"
As far as he knew, the mountain was reserved for their class, and there was no talk of other students coming to other classes to participate in the practice. Just like Mo Zhixian, who was not in the same grade as him and could not come to Niu Shou Mountain, he came here purely because of the task of taking care of Jiang Yuelu.
But now he seems to have forgotten even this mission.
"Who are you looking for?" Jiang Yuelu said with great interest, "He can actually control the Chairman."
Xia Yi: “Guess for yourself.”
Just guess.
"Let me take a look. He's about the same age as Leng Wenhan, a little shorter than Tong Mian, and quite thin, but I can't tell anything from this look..."
"Ah! What are you doing?"
Jiang Yuelu took back her hand, "This young boy must have exercised regularly. He just looks skinny, but underneath he is full of hard muscles."
Xia Yi shook his head and pointed angrily for a long time, "You even touch strangers' bodies, how shameless!"
"Didn't you ask me to guess?"
"No need to guess!"
Xia Yi took off the ghost head unhappily, revealing a childish face, whose facial features looked even younger than Jiang Yuelu had guessed.
Compared with this face, the ghost head looks even more vulgar and hateful. It is hard to imagine the purpose of covering the face with such an ugly thing.
"The descendants of the Wu family are actually despised to this extent."
Xia Yi took the ghost head in his hand. This kind of insidious and weird thing really attracted the attention of the Ghost King.
"Look, these knife works should have been carved by the child himself."
Jiang Yuelu came over and looked with him. There were deep scars carved on the ghost head, and the work was done without any reason. One of the ghost eyes was painted with old paint, while the other was new. It can be seen that the color of the new paint did not match the overall ghost head at all, as if it was added later.
Jiang Yuelu had a guess in his mind: "Could it be that he picked up this head himself?"
Xia Yi turned around, "How do you know?"
"It's clearly my property, but I don't understand it at all. After I got it, I wanted to be creative and remove the traces of others, leaving my own mark..."
When he was in the orphanage, he also liked to pick up things and bring them home to paint and modify them.
He understands this feeling very well.
"You just said that he is a descendant of the Wu family?" Jiang Yuelu asked, "Wu Yeming?"
Xia Yi nodded.
"No wonder... Wu Yeming is a traitor."
How comfortable can the descendants of traitors live? I'm afraid they will drown if someone spits. Jiang Yuelu suddenly understood the role of the ghost head.
Isn't it just to block the contemptuous looks and spit from the rats when they cross the street?
"He looks a lot like Wu Yeming. I didn't expect they were from the same family." At this point, Xia Yi snorted, "I didn't intend to choose him. He's a short guy."
"But when he saw me, he went crazy, banging his head against me and biting me. What could I do but let him go to sleep."
Jiang Yuelu was shocked, "You killed him?"
"What? He's really sleeping. Only you guys can sleep." Xia Yi pointed backwards, "Over there, I tied him up and hung him on a tree."
Jiang Yuelu muttered: "How can I sleep if I'm hanging?"
"Why can't he sleep? With the breeze blowing in his face and the beautiful scenery of the mountains and rivers, how can he not sleep well? I think he is full of energy. It's time for him to stay awake."
To put it bluntly, you are just angry that someone bit you... you really hold a grudge.
Xia Yi: "What are you mumbling about?"
"No." Jiang Yuelu changed the subject, "What's his name?"
"No name."
Jiang Yuelu was stunned.
Xia Yi looked at him, "Are you surprised? Not everyone has a name. Not even us ghosts."
"We are not ghosts that turn into ghosts after death. We are not born with names. We are more like a ball of evil spirit, floating and swaying, without roots or thoughts."
Xia Yi said quietly: "But later, I heard another explanation. It said that for humans, there are two deaths in total."
"When a life dies, a soul dies."
"For ghosts, there are two births."
Jiang Yuelu listened intently: "Twice born?"
Xia Yi hummed and said, "When I was born for the first time, I was a ball of air floating in this world."
"The second birth is a name that leaves a place for us. A place we can always return to no matter where we drift to." After a pause, he said, "Xia Yi was my name long after I was born."
"I've never used anything else in so long."
As if there were fierce drum beats, urging Jiang Yuelu to ask: "Why not?"
"Because..." Xia Yi suddenly laughed.
This scene was like the game they had played together many years ago when they first met. At that time, he knew nothing, and Jiang Yuelu relied on his knowledge of the rules to win countless victories.
But now, the positions are reversed and they are turned over.
He could give many explanations, such as ghosts can only use their first names, or that the names that follow are not nice to hear... Anyway, Jiang Yuelu didn't know the rules of the ghost world.
But he didn't want to, he didn't want to.
Their game had started in the attic when they first met, and every duel from now on would be a repetition of the past. As a Fallen Angel, he had the first power of faith, so he should burn for it and do his best to let this only believer see the grand fireworks that bloomed for a long time.
Xia Yi felt that the violence that had been burning his entire body with pain had disappeared a little, and a moment of peace immediately swirled around his heart - if he had a heart.
"Because you took it." He said, "You took it. That's why I keep using it."
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