"Master?" Liang Si called out.
The master in this life is very different from the one in his previous life. For example, his master is different again now.
A fierce wind was blowing outside, making the whole house shake. Several lanterns that had been hanging under the door were blown to the ground by the wind, and from inside the house, several bright red flames could be seen on the ground.
The doors and windows of the house were tightly closed, but many of the ornaments were passed down from a long time ago and had unknowingly developed sentience.
As the doors and windows shook, many jade and porcelain pieces couldn't withstand the impact and shattered into pieces.
"Master... are you alright?"
The aura that Wen Jingge shouted earlier was completely different from her usual self. She rarely got serious, but you could quickly tell that her seriousness was just a facade.
But now, Liang Si knows that Wen Jingge truly intends to kill those troublemakers outside.
"Is your junior brother still young?"
"Huh?" Liang Si was taken aback, realizing that this was referring to Ling Yi. "He's still young, the youngest. Why is Master suddenly mentioning him?"
Weren't they trapped inside by those unknown things outside? Shouldn't they be thinking about how to get out now?
"It's nothing." A slight smile appeared on her lips.
Liang Si rarely saw such a smile on her face, not in either of her lifetimes.
Wen Jingge loved to laugh in this life, laughing carefree and a little silly, making people think she was easy to fool.
His smile now carried a hint of calculation, as if he had figured something out.
"Master..." The more she smiled, the more uncertain Liang Si felt.
Liang even thought of his past life, in the final stage of his life, when Wen Jinge committed suicide in front of him. He had almost destroyed that world to come to this one.
At that time, he was also scheming. Di Ruo said that when he laughed, it was like he was playing a grand game of chess, but he was the only piece left.
Di Ruo said he sympathized with him.
Then the person who sympathized with him became his junior brother in this life, but now he has also disappeared without a trace.
"What are you thinking about?" Wen Jingge's smile came and went quickly.
The eerie smile he had seen earlier seemed to be just his hallucination. He said absentmindedly, "I wasn't thinking about anything, I was just curious about what was outside."
"The Western demons have arrived."
"That's impossible!"
Wen Jingge glanced at him, "Didn't you have one in your past life?"
No, no.
"Heh." She chuckled softly. "Do you know why you are my disciple and why I am your master? Because some things are destined from the very beginning."
"Wh-what?" Liang Si didn't think it was a taunt.
If it were just mockery, he would accept it willingly; he made mistakes in his past life and was here to atone for them.
"I can't go back!" she sighed, as if speaking to herself or to him.
“Before, I wanted to go back, so I didn’t dare offend anyone and only dared to look for loopholes; later, I realized that my threats might not be threats at all, and I was afraid of creating more threats, so I chose to obey; now! I really can’t go back, and I understand now that that path was indeed the best path…”
“Master…” Liang Si looked at the door behind her, where cracks were faintly visible.
Wen Jingge's roar made the things outside hesitate, but it didn't have the effect of driving them away as expected. This time, his curiosity was satisfied, and black shadows appeared on the door...
"Is it also a paper figure?" he asked hesitantly.
"Hmm." Wen Jingge unfolded the fan in her hand. "If you lend something out and the other party doesn't return it, and you don't ask for it back, over time, that family will become emboldened and take it for themselves."
"Huh?" Liang Si didn't understand.
The purple lacquered wooden fan has a landscape painting on its surface, depicting a tall, ancient tree covered in lush greenery and laden with fruit. Upon closer inspection, one can see that the wrinkles on the fruit, when pieced together, resemble fragmented human faces...
"Ahem! Master..." Liang Si was startled by her own imagination. "This, let's return this fan to its owner. It looks... unlucky."
Wen Jingge tilted her head and looked at him thoughtfully. "You yourself have also harbored murderous thoughts. That would have plunged an entire world into darkness with you. What are you afraid of?"
Liang Si was speechless, and gave a bitter laugh. "Can't you give me some face? I... I'll go out and wipe out these paper figures."
"What are you trying to destroy!" She held her fan in the air, stretched, and her voice became warm and gentle. "These are all allies. What are you afraid of?"
"Um?"
"I thought Di Ruo would send the fan I had seen before, but now it seems that Lu Wei left behind two fans."
"The master revered him, and he left this behind?" Liang Si was surprised again. "When did he say that? I seem to know nothing about it."
"One point to three, one point more than one, ha, you two are ruthless."
"Master, what are you talking about? I don't understand!"
“You don’t need to understand.” Wen Jingge patted his head. “Just do what a child should do.”
Liang Si, who was called a child, was speechless. In his previous life, he had only received negative influences from Wen Jinge, and he had never been patted on the head like this before.
This feeling... isn't exactly unpleasant, it's actually... quite novel.
As if noticing someone was watching them, the fruits on the demon tree turned their mutilated faces away, their gazes shifting to a rock standing in the water as if trying to escape. One hand rested on the rock, clearly indicating that someone was there.
"This painting moves?"
Liang Si stole a glance at Wen Jingge, who was still watching calmly. At first, they were just banging on the door, but now the paper figures also looked towards the crack in the window.
Wen Jingge didn't speak; her attention remained on the stone. The owner of the painting must be Lu Wei.
This stone had appeared in her dream before; it was Lu Wei in his first life, guarding the cold stone of slaughter for a lifetime. Before he died, he ran away, and at that time, he prepared a tomb for himself, with this stone in the water as the top layer.
"Lu Wei?" Wen Jingge called out.
The hand seemed to have been switched on, and suddenly began to move.
Blood rained down from the sky again, but he was completely unaware. The stone was disturbed, and he was very weak...
"Do you want to come out or go in?" Wen Jingge was losing patience.
Lu Wei in the painting did not respond to her. He seemed to be searching for something under the rock, and after a while he found a piece of rope.
“I know how to get in,” Wen Jingge suddenly said.
The rock moved even more violently, and as it fell, the face-shaped fruits on the tree began to fall. Wen Jingge first saw the eyes that he had woven in his hands, and then she saw Lu Wei.
Or rather, the younger version of Lu Wei is more like Lu Wei who underwent a blood transfusion for the first time due to the killing.
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