"Young lady, you may not know this, but during the time you were unconscious, a master used my nearly dissipated divine soul to form a blood pact with you, and used my body to repair your life soul, which had developed cracks and was leaking spiritual energy! Now our lives are intertwined! If I were burned to death by you, you wouldn't live much longer either!"
I was stunned: "What did you say?"
"I only need to absorb some of your spiritual energy each day; it won't endanger your life!"
"Who are you, esteemed master? What is your name?" I pressed.
"He didn't tell me his name. He was a strangely dressed man in black, leaning on a cane, accompanied by a man and a woman who called him Father and Master!"
I blinked and stared at him blankly for a long time.
Hearing him say that reminded me of the three people I met in the underworld, whose identities he described were somewhat similar.
Could it really be Wen Heng from two thousand years in the future?
Regardless of whether it was true or not, hearing that it was him who did it, I don't know why I let down my guard.
I threw down the torch in my hand and stopped trying to drive away the shadow.
He lazily leaned against the big tree, picked up the wine jug, and gulped down two mouthfuls: "Glug! Glug!"
"What's your name?" I asked the shadowy figure.
"What's my name... what's my name... what's my name?" he asked me, tilting his head back.
I squinted at him: "I'm asking you, how would I know if you're asking me?"
"Then who am I? What's my name...?"
The dark figure seemed to hesitate, muttering to itself as it floated its dark body around me in circles.
He was spinning so much that he was dizzy and disoriented. It seemed that his confused soul had dissipated to the point that he didn't even know his own name anymore.
Through my drunken haze, I watched as the dark figure swayed and created more than a dozen double images under the bright moonlight.
"Stop shaking. You look like you've dyed yourself as black as ink. I'll give you a name! How about 'Dyeing Ink'?"
The shadowy figure stopped its agitation after hearing the name I had given it.
"Ranmo... Ranmo... What a beautiful name!"
I smiled faintly, intoxicated by the aroma of the wine. It felt wonderful to be tipsy for the first time. My body felt light and airy, and in my daze, I seemed to see Ranmo standing in front of me transformed into Zhou Yu, standing under the bright moon, gazing at me with deep affection.
I raised my hand and made a gesture of caressing each of his familiar features across the contours of his face...
Tears streamed down my cheeks without me even realizing it...
"The clouds and moon ripple, and tears stream down my face. A beauty drinks wine from a cup, and a cat adorns her face!" The dark figure stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the clouds and moon in the sky, reciting a strange poem in a very literary style.
"What dog or cat nonsense! What kind of poetry are you reciting!"
"I mean, your beautiful face is all messed up from crying, it looks like a cat's face, it's too ugly! You should stop crying!" Ranmo said with a serious expression.
I frowned, squinting at him with a hint of annoyance: "Are you saying I'm as ugly as a cat?"
"Yes! It's just as ugly as a cat!" He started swaying his body and circling around me again.
"Come here, and I'll beat you up like a dog, okay?" With that, I threw the empty wine jug at him, staggered a bit, and stood up while holding onto the tree trunk, ready to fight it.
As soon as I stood up, I saw Qingyan's gloomy blue masked face staring right at me.
"You're drinking like a madman before you've even fully recovered. I think you don't want to live anymore."
I'm a little tipsy, and for some reason, seeing Qingyan's face makes me feel increasingly smug. I want to reach out and grab her mask, and I smirk wickedly:
"This little girl has good bone structure, so why does she wear such an ugly mask all day? Let me, Master Hua, take a look at her face!"
But she dodged very quickly, which made me lose my temper. Today I'm going to see what you really look like.
So, unwilling to give up, he chased after Qingyan, determined to fight her to the end.
After dodging several times, Qingyan finally became angry at my persistence.
They started a back-and-forth battle with me.
Seeing her like this, I became even more interested. With a smirk and a hint of wickedness from the alcohol, I grinned at her and said, "Little Yan Yan, how about we have a good competition today to settle things? If you lose, you don't have to wear this mask anymore, okay?"
After saying that, I didn't give her any chance to refute or interrupt and started fighting with her.
It's exciting to have a duel with a strong opponent. It's not uncommon for us to fight dozens of times without a clear winner, but it makes us more determined and courageous.
Fueled by the alcohol, I got more and more excited as I played.
I don't know how many moves we exchanged, but we couldn't determine a winner. In the end, we both gave up on using force.
What started was a typical fight between ordinary women, with all sorts of grabbing, scratching, poking, biting, pinching, and even hair-pulling techniques displayed to the fullest extent.
Finally, they managed to pull off half of the mask from her face.
I blinked, full of anticipation, wanting to see the exquisite features on her face, but most of it looked like a horrifying scar branded by a hot iron.
The shadow cast by the scar under the bright moonlight appeared even more grotesque and terrifying.
I awkwardly touched the tip of my nose, afraid of saying something wrong and hurting her. For a moment, I didn't know what to say to her.
Hesitantly, he returned the mask...
However, Qingyan, displaying a fearless attitude, threw the mask out of my hand: "I'm a man of my word!"
I gave her a thumbs up in admiration: "She's got the bone structure of a beauty! Great! I like her!"
But I caught a glimpse of sadness in her eyes.
To my surprise, she looked up at me with a sparkle in her eyes and asked, "Want to drink some more?"
Um?
Drink! Of course I'll drink!
Qingyan happily went to get two large jars of wine.
We picked up the wine jar and started gulping it down, getting completely drunk.
They lay sprawled on the ground without any regard for their image, chatting about everything under the sun, counting stars and gazing at the moon.
And because of the blood pact I had with him, Ranmo also adopted a drunken posture, circling around me and Qingyan.
He kept muttering to himself, "Who am I? Who am I? Am I Ranmo? Who am I?"
It buzzed in my ear like a fly.
I yelled at the air, "Shut up!"
Ranmo reluctantly drifted to the tree, grinning at me with his big white teeth!
In a daze, I was saddened to recall Zhou Yu's gentle and warm smile.
I finally went crazy, crying and shouting, "Zhou Lang! Zhou Lang!"
Qingyan seemed to be influenced by me and shouted loudly towards the sky, "Prince Shila! I really, really, really, really like you so much..."
Finally, looking heartbroken, he said, "But we can never be together..."
I laughed at her for being so spineless: "If you like him, just sleep with him!"
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