The boy's face was indeed covered with scars from severe burns, just as he had imagined. However, beneath the blood-red scars, three or four small human faces could be vaguely seen.
Those faces, no bigger than a child's palm, were crookedly scattered across his cheeks and forehead. Burned by the intense flames, each face's features were shrunken and shrunken, as if screaming in agony. These eerie, screaming faces, crammed into his otherwise normal face, were truly more terrifying than any ghost!
The moment he saw that face, Xie Lian felt like he'd fallen into a nightmare. The immense fear had paralyzed him, so much so that he didn't even realize when he'd stood up. He also didn't know what expression crossed his face, but it must have been terrifying. The young man, already anxious and apprehensive, took two steps back after seeing Xie Lian's reaction. As if knowing Xie Lian couldn't accept that face, he suddenly covered his face with his hands, leaped to his feet, and with a loud cry, fled deep into the woods.
Xie Lian finally came to his senses and said, “Wait!!!”
He chased after her and said, "Wait! Come back!"
It took him a while to react, and the young man, familiar with the mountain routes and accustomed to escaping and hiding in the darkness, vanished in a matter of moments, refusing to come out despite his calls. With no one nearby to help search, and his mana drained, he couldn't communicate spiritually. He raced through the mountains, searching for nearly half an hour without success. A cold breeze sobered him up, realizing that running around like a headless fly wasn't the answer. He forced himself to calm down, thinking, "Maybe he'll go back and take Miss Xiaoying's body." He turned back to the front of the Mingguang Temple, but was startled.
Many men in black had gathered in the woods behind the temple, their expressions solemn as they carefully lowered the forty-plus bodies hung upside down. In front of the trees, a tall figure stood, his arms folded, watching. Turning around, he revealed the handsome, yet aloof face of a young man. It was Fuyao. Apparently, he had returned and brought a group of Xuanzhen Temple priests with him to assist.
Just as Xie Lian was about to speak, he heard footsteps behind him. Nanfeng had also returned from escorting the villagers. Seeing this, he glanced at Fuyao and said, "Didn't you run away on your own?"
This was a deeply unpleasant remark, and Fuyao raised an eyebrow in displeasure. Xie Lian, not wanting them to argue again at this critical juncture, said, "I was the one who told him to go back and get reinforcements."
Nan Feng scoffed, "What about the reinforcements? I thought we should at least ask your general to come down in person."
Fu Yao said calmly, "When I returned, I had heard that General Xiao Pei had come down, so I didn't go looking for our general. Besides, even if I had gone to look for him, he's so busy he might not have the time to come down."
Honestly, based on Xie Lian's understanding of Mu Qing, even if he had the time, he wouldn't be willing to come down in person. But right now, he didn't have time to dwell on it. He said wearily, "Stop arguing for now. Let's do you a favor and find that bandaged boy together."
Nan Feng frowned and said, "Wasn't he with you just now, guarding the girl's body?"
Xie Lian said, “I asked him to take off the bandages, but I scared him away.”
Fuyao curled her lips and said, "Not really. Your women's clothing isn't that scary."
Xie Lian sighed, "It's my fault for being so stunned that I didn't react. He was already deeply shaken by Miss Xiaoying's death, and he thought I was frightened by his face and couldn't handle the shock, so he ran away."
Fuyao wrinkled her nose and said, "Is he really that ugly?"
Xie Lian said, “It’s not a question of whether he’s ugly or not. He… has a face plague.”
Upon hearing those three words, Nanfeng and Fuyao's movements and expressions instantly froze.
They finally understood why Xie Lian had been stunned just now.
Eight hundred years ago, a plague swept through the imperial capital of the ancient kingdom of Xianle, ultimately destroying the nation. Those afflicted with that plague would initially develop small lumps on their bodies. These lumps would grow larger, harder, and slightly painful. Then, the lumps would gradually develop uneven shapes, with three depressions and one protrusion, resembling... eyes, a mouth, and a nose. The facial features would then become more distinct, eventually taking on a shape resembling a human face. If left untreated, more and more human faces would sprout from the body. It's said that some faces, when fully formed, would speak and even scream.
The name of this plague is called human face plague!
Fuyao's expression changed again and again, and she lowered her arms. "How is this possible? This kind of thing was wiped out hundreds of years ago. It's absolutely impossible for it to appear again."
Xie Lian only said one sentence: "I'm not mistaken."
Nan Feng and Fu Yao were both unable to refute it. No one could refute what Xie Lian said.
Xie Lian said, “There are still traces of burns on his face. He might have been trying to burn off these necrotic faces.”
When someone succumbs to a human-faced sore, many people's first instinct is to cut the horrific thing off with a knife or burn it to death, even if it means cutting flesh and breaking bones. Nanfeng said gravely, "Then he's probably not an ordinary person. Perhaps he's lived for centuries. Putting aside other things, is the disease he carries contagious?"
Despite his splitting headache, Xie Lian calmed down and thought about the question, then answered confidently, "No. The Human Face Plague is extremely contagious. If the poison in that young man's body was still contagious, he should have infected the entire area after hiding in Yujun Mountain for so long. He should have... recovered from the poison. However, the scars he left behind won't go away."
The three of them didn't dare to be careless. Fuyao seemed to hold considerable influence within the Xuanzhen Temple, and she summoned the priests to conduct another thorough search of Yujun Mountain. However, no matter how hard they tried, they could find no trace of the young man. They feared he had already escaped Yujun Mountain and disappeared into the vast sea of humanity. For now, they could only return to the Celestial Realm and ask the Lingwen Temple for assistance in the search, while they waited for news. They were somewhat relieved that the substance on the young man wasn't contagious, but Xie Lian thought of his terrifying appearance. If he were discovered after descending the mountain, he would be treated like a monster and hunted down. They had to find him quickly.
Unable to linger any longer on Yujun Mountain, Xie Lian picked up Xiaoying's body and began to descend. Distracted, he realized he'd nearly carried the body into the Xiangfeng Shop when the Tea Master yelled. He apologized profusely, then went back out to bury the body before returning. After settling everything and sitting down, Xie Lian sighed silently.
A matter had finally come to an end, but he felt that the past few days since his ascension had been more tiring than his previous year of collecting scrap in the mortal world. He had climbed and crawled, scaled walls, rolled and roared, changed clothes and performed acrobatics, and felt like his bones were about to fall apart. He also left behind many unsolved mysteries and troubles. He really wanted to hang a sign behind him saying "Ascension is worse than collecting scrap" and go to the mortal world to persuade people. Fuyao lifted the hem of her clothes and sat down beside him. Finally, she couldn't help but roll her eyes at him, saying, "Why are you still wearing these clothes?"
Seeing his rolling eyes, Xie Lian felt an incomparable sense of intimacy. He finally took off the wedding gown he'd been wearing all the way, wiping off his makeup and powder as he felt a slight pang of frustration. "So, wouldn't I have been wearing this dress the entire time I was talking to General Pei? Nanfeng, I wish you had reminded me just now."
Fuyao said, "Maybe it's because you look obviously happy in what you're wearing."
Nan Feng had been running all day and finally sat down to rest. He said, "No need to remind me. General Pei won't care what you wear. Even if you dress ten times more strangely, he won't say a word to anyone when he gets back."
Xie Lian felt that the young priest had been working really hard tonight. He poured him a cup of tea and then thought of General Pei's cold and aloof demeanor, contrasting it with Xuan Ji's frantic demeanor. He said, "General Pei is truly calm and composed. He's so composed."
Nan Feng drank the tea and said, "Don't be fooled by the fact that General Pei appears to be very polite. He is just like his ancestors and is not easy to deal with."
Xie Lian naturally saw this. Fu Yao actually agreed, saying, "Pei Su is a rising star who only ascended to the throne a hundred or two hundred years ago, but he's incredibly powerful and has climbed the ladder very quickly. He was barely twenty when General Pei appointed him. Do you know what he did then?"
Xie Lian asked, “What?”
Fuyao coldly spat out two words: "Massacre the city."
Xie Lian listened, his thoughts etched in his mind, but he wasn't surprised. In the Heavenly Court, emperors and generals abound, and the struggle to conquer and defend an empire is as the saying goes: one general's success is built on the sacrifices of thousands of men. To become an immortal or god, one must first become a hero. The path of heroes is paved with blood. Fuyao concluded, "In the Heavenly Court, few are easy to deal with. No one can be trusted."
Xie Lian couldn't help but laugh at his tone, a tone of someone with a past, admonishing the younger generation. He wondered if Fu Yao had been wronged in the Upper Heavens, and that this was deeply moving. He also knew that, despite ascending three times, each time he'd been in the celestial realm had been fleeting, like a flash in the pan. When it came to understanding the gods and immortals, he wasn't necessarily on par with these two junior priests. Nanfeng, however, seemed to strongly disagree with Fu Yao's statement, saying, "Don't be alarmist. There are good and bad people everywhere, and there are still many trustworthy priests in the celestial realm."
Fuyao said, "Haha, trustworthy priest, are you talking about your general?"
Nan Feng said: "I don't know if it's my general, but it's definitely not your general."
Xie Lian was already used to this situation and wasn't surprised by it. Plus, he had something on his mind and didn't even have the strength to pull it open.
After wrapping up his mission in the north and returning to the heavens, he first went to Lingwen Palace and told her about the bandaged boy, entrusting Lingwen to search the mortal world for him. Lingwen, his expression grave, agreed, concluding, "Lingwen Palace will certainly do its utmost to search. However, I never expected a trip north would involve so much. Your Highness, you've truly worked hard this time."
Xie Lian said, “I also need to thank the two young priests who volunteered to help, as well as General Pei from Mingguang Hall. I really don’t know how to express my gratitude.”
Ling Wen said, "Since this is Old Pei's fault, it's naturally Little Pei who has to deal with it. He's used to it, so there's no need to thank him. Your Highness, if you have time later, please enter the spiritual communication array. We still need to discuss this matter."
Xie Lian still had many unanswered questions. After leaving the Lingwen Hall, he wandered around until he found a small stone bridge. It spanned a gurgling stream, so clear that he could see clouds and mist flowing beneath it. Through the water and mist, he could even see the undulating mountains and vast, square towns of the lower realm. He thought to himself, "This is a great place." He sat down at the bridgehead, silently chanted a command, and entered the formation.
Upon entering, the Upper Heavenly Palace's spiritual formation was surprisingly lively, with numerous voices echoing back and forth, creating a chaotic mess. The first thing he heard was Feng Xin's curse: "Fuck! Have you chosen which mountain to place the subjugation?! That female ghost Xuan Ji is a lunatic. No matter what you ask her, she always insists on seeing General Pei and won't reveal the whereabouts of the Green Ghost Qi Rong!"
General Xiao Pei said, "General Xuan Ji has always had a stubborn and fierce temperament."
Feng Xin's voice sounded extremely angry: "Little General Pei, has your General Pei returned? Hurry up and let her see you. Find out the whereabouts of Green Ghost Qi Rong and get rid of her immediately!"
Feng Xin was the least accustomed to dealing with women, yet Xie Lian couldn't help but feel a slight pity for him, having been tasked with the task of questioning her. General Xiao Pei said, "It's useless to meet her. It'll only make her crazier."
A voice said, "Another forest of hanging corpses... Qi Rong's taste has always been so low. It's really disgusting."
"Even the ghost world despises his low taste, which shows that his taste is really very low."
The priests exchanged seamlessly, demonstrating their familiarity with one another. As a newcomer who had ascended eight hundred years prior, Xie Lian should have remained silent, but after listening for a while, he couldn't help but interject, "Everyone, what's with the forest of hanging corpses in Yujun Mountain? Is the Green Ghost Qi Rong also nearby?"
Because he didn't often speak within the spirit communication formation, his voice was unfamiliar, and the priests didn't know whether to respond. Feng Xin was the first to answer. He said, "The Green Ghost Qi Rong is not at Yujun Mountain. However, the female ghost Xuan Ji is offering him sacrifices in the forest of hanging corpses, as he requested."
Xie Lian asked, “Xuan Ji is Qing Gui’s subordinate?”
General Xiao Pei said, "That's right. General Xuan Ji died hundreds of years ago. Although she harbored resentment, she was unable to stir up trouble. It wasn't until over a hundred years ago that she was spotted by the Green Ghost Qi Rong, who admired her greatly and recruited her as a subordinate. Only then did her magical power increase greatly."
What he actually meant was that General Pei couldn't be blamed for the rebellion caused by the female ghost Xuan Ji, because she didn't have such great power to begin with. If anyone should be blamed, it should be the green ghost Qi Rong, because it was Qi Rong who took Xuan Ji in, which gave her the ability to harm people. The other priests originally thought that this was actually General Pei's own fault, but they just didn't say it out loud. But he had noticed it and reminded them in a light but appropriate way, hiding his thoughts even more deeply with his words. Xie Lian then said, "Have you thoroughly investigated Yujun Mountain? There should be another child spirit."
This time, Mu Qing's voice emerged, and he asked indifferently, "Tong Ling? What Tong Ling?"
Xie Lian thought that Fu Yao hadn't told him the details, perhaps even hiding her coming to help from him. He didn't mention Fu Yao to avoid causing him any trouble. He said, "When I was in the sedan chair, I heard a child laughing and singing a nursery rhyme. There were two young military officers from the Martial God Hall with me at the time, but they didn't notice. I guess this child spirit's magical power is quite remarkable."
Mu Qing said, "No child spirits have been found in Yujun Mountain."
Xie Lian wondered if the child spirit had come specifically to remind him. At this thought, he suddenly remembered something he'd been thinking about all the way. He asked, "Speaking of which, this time in Yujun Mountain, I met a young man who could command silver butterflies. Does anyone know who this young man is?"
The spiritual communication array was originally noisy and busy, but as soon as he said this, it suddenly became silent.
Xie Lian had anticipated this reaction. He waited patiently. After a long pause, Ling Wen asked, "Your Highness, what did you just say?"
Mu Qing said coldly: "He just said that he met Hua Cheng."
Finally learning the red-clothed boy's name, Xie Lian felt strangely cheerful. He smiled and said, "So his name is Huacheng? Hmm, that name suits him quite well."
Hearing his tone and words, the priests in the spiritual communication formation seemed speechless. After a moment, Ling Wen coughed lightly and said, "This... Your Highness, have you ever heard of the so-called Four Great Evils?"
Xie Lian thought to himself, "Shame on me, I only know four names."
The so-called Four Famous Scenes are four beautiful stories that happened before the four priests in the Heavenly Court ascended to heaven - the young master pours wine, the prince pleases the gods, the general breaks his sword, and the princess commits suicide. Among them, "the prince pleases the gods" refers to the stunning glimpse of the prince Xianle's magical martial arts. To be among the Four Famous Scenes, it is not necessarily that the priest has the strongest magic power, but because their legend is the most widely spread and talked about by people. Xie Lian has always been slow to react to such news from the outside world. It can be said that he is ignorant, but after all, as one of the scenes, he has a little understanding. The "Four Harms" is probably a new term that became popular later, but Xie Lian had never heard of it. Since the word "harm" is used, it must not be a good thing. He said: "I am ashamed to say that I have never heard of it. May I ask which four harms they are?"
Mu Qing said coldly, "Your Highness the Crown Prince has been tempered in the human world for hundreds of years, yet he is so isolated from the news. It really makes me curious. What on earth were you doing down there?"
That meant eating, sleeping, performing, and collecting scrap. Xie Lian smiled and said, "Being a human being involves a lot of things, and they're complicated. It's no easier than being a priest."
Ling Wen said, "Your Highness, please remember these four evils: 'Black Waters Sinking Boats, Green Lanterns Wandering at Night, White Clothes Wrecking the World, Bloody Rain Visiting Flowers.' These refer to the four demonic kings of the ghost world that are a real headache for both the Upper and Middle Heavens."
If a person goes up, he becomes a god; if he goes down, he becomes a ghost.
The gods and immortals carved out the heavens as their abode, separating themselves from the human realm, looking down upon the mortal world from a high position, towering over all living beings. However, the so-called ghost realm remains intact. Demons and ghosts share the same land with humans, some lurking in the darkness, while others disguise themselves as humans, blending in with the crowds and wandering the human world.
Lingwen continued, "The Black Water Sinking Boat refers to a large water ghost. Although he is in dire straits, he rarely causes trouble and keeps a very low profile. Few people have ever seen him, so let's ignore him for now."
"Green Lantern Night Wanderer" refers to our low-brow Green Ghost Qi Rong, who loves the upside-down corpse forest. However, he's the only one of the four pests who isn't in dire straits. Why is he here? Perhaps it's because he's always causing trouble and is quite annoying, or perhaps it's simply because adding him to the total four makes it easier to remember, so I won't mention it.
"The White-robed Troubles of the World, this one, Your Highness, you should be familiar with. His name is Bai Wuxiang."
Xie Lian, who was sitting at the head of the stone bridge, suddenly felt a sharp pain spreading from his heart to every part of his body when he heard the name. The back of his hand began to tremble slightly, and he unconsciously clenched his fist.
Of course he was familiar with it.
It is said that the appearance of "Jue" can bring disaster to a country and chaos. And the first country that Bai Wuxiang destroyed when he was born was Xianle Kingdom.
Xie Lian remained silent. Ling Wen continued, "However, Bai Wuxiang has been destroyed. There's no mention of him. Even if he still existed, I'm afraid it wouldn't be his turn to take the spotlight now."
"Your Highness, the silver butterfly you saw on Yujun Mountain is also called the Death Butterfly. Its owner is the last of these four, and the one the world least wants to provoke today: 'Blood Rain Scholar,' Hua Cheng."
In the celestial realm, the only ones truly worthy of the title of "renowned" are the Divine Martial Emperor and the Fairy Prince. While their meanings are completely opposite, their levels of fame are roughly the same. And in the ghost realm, if you were to choose someone who rivals them in terms of "renown," besides Hua Cheng, there's no one else.
If you want to understand a priest, just walk around, find a temple, and observe the statue's clothing and the instruments it wields. You'll likely get a rough idea. For even more, listen to the myths and legends passed down orally. The priests' identities and deeds in their human lives are almost always well-documented. This is not the case with demons and monsters. Their true identities as human beings, and their appearance today, remain largely a mystery.
The name Huacheng was definitely fake, and so was his appearance. The rumors about him sometimes described him as a moody, surly young man, sometimes a gentle, graceful man, and sometimes a ruthless, beautiful female ghost. The only thing we knew for sure about him was that he was dressed in red, often appearing amidst bloody storms, with silver butterflies chasing his sleeves.
As for his origins, there are countless versions. Some say he was a deformed child, born without a right eye, resulting in constant bullying and a hatred of the world. Some say he was a young soldier who died fighting for his country, his soul grieving. Others say he was a fool, tormented by the loss of a loved one. Still others say he's a monster. The most bizarre version is rumored—just rumored. It's said that Huacheng was actually an ascended priest. However, after ascending, he leaped down and became a ghost. However, this is only a little-known legend, its authenticity unknown, and few believe it. Even if it's true, it must be a lie. For someone in this world would abandon their position as an immortal and choose to descend to become a ghost—a disgrace to the heavens. In short, the more theories there are, the more mystery there becomes.
The various priests were particularly wary of Hua Cheng for many reasons. For example, his temperament was unpredictable, sometimes cruel and bloodthirsty, sometimes performing strange acts of kindness. Another reason was his immense influence in the human world and his numerous followers.
Yes, people worshipped the gods, praying for protection and protection from demons and monsters, and that's how the priests gained many followers. However, even a ghost in Huacheng had a surprisingly large number of followers in the human world, almost to the point of covering the sky with one hand.
Here, I have to say that when Huacheng first emerged, he did something very famous.
He openly challenged the thirty-five priests of the Upper Heaven to a duel, to a duel of martial arts with the God of War and to a discussion of the Way with the God of Literature.
Thirty-three of the thirty-five priests found it ridiculous, but were also angered by his provocation. They accepted the challenge and prepared to join forces to teach him a lesson.
The first person to compete with him was the God of War.
The Martial Gods were the most powerful deities in the heavens, each boasting numerous followers and immense magical powers. Facing a fledgling imp, they seemed certain to win. However, in one battle, their entire army was annihilated, even their divine weapons shattered by Hua Cheng's incredibly strange scimitar!
Only after the battle did we realize that Huacheng came from Tonglu Mountain.
The fact that Tonglu Mountain is a volcano is not important. What is important is that there is a city in the mountain called Gucheng. Gucheng is not a city where everyone raises Gu. The city itself is a large-scale Gu poison.
Every hundred years, thousands of ghosts gather here to fight until only one ghost remains, and the Gu is complete. While the outcome often ends with none left, if only one emerges, it's certain to be a devastating demon. For hundreds of years, only two ghosts have emerged from Gu City, and as expected, both have become household names in the human world as Ghost Kings.
Huacheng is one of them.
The God of War was badly defeated, and then it was the turn of the God of Literature.
Even if you can't win a fight, you can win a debate, right?
As luck would have it, he couldn't win. Hua Cheng, his eloquence, his tales of history and present-day history, were sometimes courteous, sometimes vicious, sometimes forceful, sometimes insightful, sometimes sophistry. He was truly impeccable, his sharp teeth impervious to every flaw, his eloquent quotations and deceitful rhetoric misleading the public. He had railed against several literary gods, from heaven to earth, from ancient times to the present, so furious that he spat a stream of blood into the sky.
Huacheng, became famous in one battle.
However, if that were all, he wouldn't be terrifying enough. What was terrifying was that after his resounding victory, he demanded that the thirty-three priests fulfill their promise.
Before the challenge, both sides made a pact: If Hua Cheng lost, he would offer his ashes. If the priests lost, they would all leap from heaven and become mortals. If it weren't for his arrogant attitude and the sheer determination of the stakes, and the thirty-three priests' absolute conviction that they couldn't possibly lose, they wouldn't have agreed to a duel with him.
However, not a single priest took the initiative to fulfill their promise. While breaking a promise was humiliating, think about it: thirty-three priests had lost. Losing one person's honor is shameful, but losing so many together is less shameful, and one might even laugh at each other. So they reached a tacit understanding, a silent agreement to pretend nothing had happened. People have short memories anyway; in fifty years, they might forget everything.
They were right about this. What they miscalculated was that Huacheng was not that easy to deal with.
Not fulfilling? Okay, let me help.
So he burned down all the palaces and temples of these thirty-three priests in the human world.
This is the nightmare that all the gods and immortals still shudder at today - the red-clothed ghost fire burning the thirty-three temples of civil and military gods.
Temples and their followers are the greatest source of a priest's magical power. Without a temple, where can the faithful worship? What incense will there be? With their vitality severely damaged, rebuilding a temple would take at least a hundred years, and even then, it might not be restored to its original size. For the priests, this is a calamity more terrifying than even failing to transcend the tribulation. Some of these priests own thousands of temples, while hundreds of smaller ones also exist, totaling over ten thousand. Yet, Flower City, in a single night, was completely destroyed. No one knows how he did it, but he did it.
It's simply insane.
The priests cried out to Jun Wu, but Jun Wu was helpless. They had accepted the challenge themselves, and the promise was their own. Hua Cheng was cunning, destroying the temple without harming anyone. It was like digging a pit and asking them if they would jump in. So they dug it even bigger and jumped in. Now, what could they do?
The thirty-three priests had originally intended to defeat this arrogant imp before the eyes of the world. Therefore, they chose the dream of many mortal princes and nobles as the venue for the duel, aiming to demonstrate their divine power before the great believers. However, what they witnessed was their crushing defeat. Upon waking from this dream, many nobles abandoned the celestial officials and switched to worshipping the demons. Losing their followers and temples, the thirty-three priests gradually vanished, until a new generation of priests ascended to heaven, filling the gaps.
From then on, many celestial officials trembled with fear at the mere mention of "Hua Cheng," even the mere mention of "Hong Yi" and "Yin Die" brought chills to their spines. Some feared provoking him, fearing a displeasure that would lead to a challenge and then burn down the temple; some feared he held leverage over them, rendering them paralyzed; and others, driven by Hua Cheng's omnipotence in the mortal realm, often forced officials to seek his favors and requests for his facilitation. Over time, some, out of a strange urge, developed a deep admiration for him.
Therefore, the heavenly realm truly hates, fears, and respects this person.
Among the thirty-five priests, the two martial gods who did not respond to the challenge were General Xuanzhen Mu Qing and General Nanyang Feng Xin.
The two of them hadn't initially accepted the challenge, not because they were afraid of Huacheng, but simply because they didn't take him seriously at the time, believing such a challenge unnecessary. Unexpectedly, this turned out to be a blessing in disguise. However, even though he hadn't accepted the challenge, Huacheng hadn't forgotten them. Several times during the Ghost Festival parades, the two would collide and fight from a distance, leaving both deeply traumatized by the rampaging Silver Butterfly.
Hearing this, Xie Lian's mind was filled with the images of the radiant and lovely silver butterflies flitting joyfully around him. He couldn't reconcile them with the legends about them, and couldn't help but wonder, "Are those little silver butterflies really that scary? Not so bad... they're pretty cute."
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