Chapter 94
Mo Xuanji's eyes went dark after being hit, and in a trance he seemed to hear the sound of something falling to the ground in his sea of consciousness.
"system?"
The poor face-obsessed system was immediately deactivated, unable to respond. Mo Xuanji silently shut down the evil "dump truck."
The story of the comics continues.
[Hahaha, judging by Xuanji's reaction, I guess Sanhuo didn't discuss this with him beforehand]
Xuan Ji: What’s going on, brother? That’s not what we said at the beginning.
[I was so amused when they said the thousand-year-old iron tree had finally blossomed. All I could think about was, "Master, I haven't laughed like this in ages."]
[I get it, this is about a slow-witted beautiful shou and a deep-hearted, forbearing gong, right?]
[But the Feather Clan tacitly accepted that their clan leader was the top—]
[This, this, this handsome boy, and you're telling me he's the younger version of Sanhuo? ? ?]
Mo Xuanji was a little surprised that the comic actually included a memory of Yan's childhood.
In the picture, amid the tribesmen's chattering, Yan closed his eyes and a memory emerged from the darkness.
Perhaps it was the passage of time that had long since faded, leaving this memory in a state of black and white. Only the bloodstains on the Phoenix's chest remained a glaring red. The young Yan watched this scene with anger and horror, wanting to rush forward to save the Phoenix. But he was too weak at the time. The mere pressure released by Dragon Lord's loss of control was enough to immobilize him, threatening to burst his flesh and blood.
In the last moment before losing consciousness, Phoenix seemed to look back at him, and its lips moved, as if it said something.
That was the last time Yan saw the Phoenix. Even after waking up and hearing his tribe members tell him that the Phoenix had sealed the Dragon Lord, he still didn't feel anything. In fact, the ominous feeling in his heart only grew stronger.
Sealed, then what, why didn't he come back?
No one could answer. For a moment, the entire space fell into a dead silence, until an elder beside him tremblingly handed him a letter. The envelope was inscribed with the words "From Xiao Sanhuo." The nickname that had once made him jump to his feet now felt incredibly heavy, weighing down his breath.
In the letter, Fenghuang explained everything to him in a lighthearted and playful tone, detailing every detail, but she didn't mention when she would return. And for the next three thousand years, Yan never saw him again.
Yan suddenly wanted to know what Fenghuang had said that day. For the first time, he hated his own frail body immensely. He wondered if he had been stronger, had held on a little longer, would everything have been different?
[Ah… three fires… QAQ]
He hated Dragon Lord for hurting Phoenix, but he also hated himself for being unable to do anything back then.
[It feels like Sanhuo is the only one trapped in the past. Everyone has come out of it, but he is the only one who can't.]
So, is this how he got his muscles? (crying)
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[I'm upset. I'm just a comic book fan, not here to get stabbed.]
Mo Xuanji lowered her eyes and gently covered her chest. It felt a bit stuffy, probably because the ventilation was poor.
This memory revealed a great deal of information. In the image, Long Zun clutched his forehead in agony, as if something was struggling for control of his body. His once pure white dragon horns gradually took on an ominous dark hue.
Mo Xuanji's gaze subconsciously fell on Long Zun's right earlobe - it was empty, with nothing there.
[We guessed wrong before. Long Zun probably didn't just turn against us and break up. Judging from his state at the time, he seemed to be controlled by a strange force, just like the old bear mentioned earlier.]
[I felt that at that time, Long Zun still had a trace of rationality left. Look here, after he stabbed the Phoenix, the shape of his pupils changed immediately, and his expression was shocked and unbelievable.]
[That wife must have been terribly distressed when she sealed him with her own hands]
[Wow, now the young lovers have become enemies. The only consolation is that they haven't had a big fight yet.]
[Don't say that, if the old thief has nothing better to do and browses the comment section, you'll just be giving him some inspiration.]
[My heart aches so much that I can't breathe. But the next episode is about Chang'an. There shouldn't be any knives in Chang'an, right?]
[Judging from the style of the cover, it should be a sweet story. The old thief still has some conscience and knows how to stab someone and then give them some candy.]
[Good reviews on the cover, I'm in urgent need of sucking my bald golden retriever to recover]
The cover of this episode looks very warm at first glance, with warm colors throughout.
In the picture, Zhu Changan is running forward excitedly, holding a gift box, his eyes shining. Behind him is a simple and elegant birthday card with a handwritten birthday greeting and a cute golden retriever drawing at the end.
In short, it looks very positive and sunny, and has warmed the hearts of many netizens.
At the beginning of the story, Zhu Changan was carefully selecting something in a gift shop with a note in hand. The salesperson next to him saw him and said with a smile, "Oh, it's Changan. Are you here to buy a birthday present for your grandfather this year as well?"
Zhu Changan nodded and smiled innocently: "Well, I'll have to trouble my sister for help this year."
For this part of the plot, Liuhe even deliberately used a Q-version style.
[The sound of "sister" makes me feel so horny that I almost fly away (falls to the ground peacefully)]
【Our little golden retriever will always be the best baby! 】
【Changan comes every year】
[Sunny little puppy! Now I really envy Changan's grandfather——]
When he finally chose a satisfactory gift, it was already dark. Zhu Changan looked up at the sky, said goodbye to the shopping guide, and hurried home.
【Your little golden retriever suddenly appears! 】
[Lovely, lovely, I give this wave full marks, but it’s a pity that grandpa was not at home and didn’t see it]
[Uh, it's too early. His grandfather is home, but why doesn't he turn on the lights? Maybe his grandfather wants to scare him too.]
[Is this a two-way trip between the grandfather and grandson? ]
[Oh wow, it really is that director. Changan, you have thick eyebrows and big eyes, you are really good at hiding things.]
"Am I being too sensitive? This composition and this atmosphere just don't feel right..."
Under the incandescent light, Zhu He and Zhu Chang'an, one on the left and one on the right, each occupying half of the screen. The old man sat facing Zhu Chang'an, his eyes hidden in the shadows, his emotions unclear.
He looked like he had been sitting there since getting off work and hadn't even changed out of his uniform.
Zhu Changan was keenly aware that the atmosphere was not right. He didn't know what was going on, but he felt uneasy instinctively.
He scratched his hair and showed a heartless smile again: "Grandpa, why don't you turn on the lights at home? By the way, I bought you..." a birthday present on the way.
He didn't have time to utter the last four words before Zhu He interrupted him. At this moment, Mo Xuanji, who was off-screen, finally understood what had happened to Zhu Changan.
He couldn't believe such words actually came out of the old man's mouth. He had only met Zhu He once, and although he had the impression that Zhu He was serious and old-fashioned, he was not such a mean person. However, the words he said to Zhu Changan now were simply heartbreaking.
Looking at Zhu Changan's painful expression, Mo Xuanji subconsciously clenched his fists.
Not surprisingly, the comment section is almost flooded now.
[Oh my god, are you here to give out benefits or knives? Where's the holiday special you promised me? Why are you giving out knives one after another? Whose good person is giving out knives when it's almost Chinese New Year?!]
【We are organizing a group to send knives, who wants to come? 】
【I’ll press it first】
[Ahhh, why are there so many? This old thief has no conscience at all. He did it on purpose! He has nothing to do with me!]
[Die, old thief! ]
[Changan, my Changan, don’t be sad. I’m heartbroken. This isn’t your fault.]
[Chang'an was also picked up from the mountains? Pear Mountain, what kind of place is this?]
Although the handwriting in the address column on the adoption certificate was blurry, the three words "Lizishan" could still be vaguely recognized.
Netizens didn't pay much attention to this detail, just mentioning it briefly and letting it go. But these three words set off a thunderbolt in Mo Xuanji's mind.
At that moment his hands couldn't even stop shaking.
"Pear Mountain..."
Nineteen years ago, his grandmother picked him up in Pear Mountain, and a year later, Zhu Changan’s parents also picked him up here.
Same place, just one year apart.
"System." Mo Xuanji called out instinctively, but for some reason, the system did not respond.
Mo Xuanji took a deep breath, trying to steady her thoughts. Actually, being in the same place at about the same time didn't mean anything. Perhaps it was just a coincidence?
…
"You don't have any demonic energy. If you don't say it yourself, no one will know you're not human. If you want to be a human or a demon, isn't it up to you to decide?"
…
"That child has a wrong smell. He doesn't smell like a human, but he doesn't smell like a demon either."
…
Mo Xuanji lowered her head and slowly inserted her fingers into her hair.
Was this really just a coincidence? From the very beginning, they seemed to be pushed forward by an invisible hand.
Mo Xuanji had always known that both he and Yuheng were mere pawns in this game. The only thing he knew for sure was that these arrangements were beneficial to his side; otherwise, he wouldn't have feigned ignorance and played along for so long.
The system had been planning to find him for a long time, so why did Liuhe choose Chang'an? And who was responsible for the "coincidence" between him and Chang'an? What was the purpose of that altar?
…
Zhu Changan fled in panic and the door was slammed shut.
The camera in the cartoon still stays in this room. The old man sits on the sofa in the same posture for a long time. Finally, he takes out the phone from his arms with trembling hands and dials a number.
On the mobile phone screen that flashed by, there was a TXT file labeled "Energy Detection Report", but the handwriting was very blurry and the angle was tricky, so few people noticed it.
[Family members, I think there must be something hidden in this matter. Although the old thief has not been a human for a long time, he will definitely not abuse others without thinking.]
[I second the motion. You say, maybe something's about to happen, and Grandpa wants to protect Chang'an, so he's deliberately driving him away. After all, with Chang'an's personality, he definitely won't sit idly by. To put it bluntly, while it's certainly heartbreaking, this might leave Chang'an with no energy to care about anything else.]
[The last phone call was probably also about asking someone to protect Chang'an, right?]
I was wondering if this grandfather looked familiar. Isn't he the one who told Chang'an about his parents' death in Chapter 1? I get the feeling he might be a little resentful of Chang'an, as his words and actions all sound like "they died because of Chang'an." But judging by the previous information, he's been keeping Chang'an close to him.
If he really hated her, but felt obligated to care, he could have just dumped her in an orphanage or someone else's care, out of sight and out of mind. Instead of keeping her in front of him day and night, unless he had a tendency to self-abuse.
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