The boy, with his rosy lips and white teeth, paused for a moment when he saw Wen Jinge, but his face quickly returned to its initial look of panic.
Wen Jingge noticed his gaze; it was the straw-woven glasses she was wearing on her wrist.
"Can I ask you a question?" Wen Jingge looked at the boy in the fan.
The blood rain was still falling from the sky. The boy was only wearing simple clothes, which were just a few pieces of tattered cloth pieced together, like a woman's summer nightgown from a later era, with his shoulders and legs exposed.
"oh."
Wen Jingge watched him come ashore. The boy's hair was plastered to his face, and blood dripped down his face onto his not-so-clean clothes. He frowned, clearly not understanding what "oh" meant.
"You don't even have leg hair?!"
Young Lu Wei: ...
"Do you know that you used to be a chattering monkey?"
Young Lu Wei blushed slightly, but still stared blankly at her.
Can you see me?
Lu Wei nodded with a strange expression, then remained silent.
Who do you think I am?
"Kill, slaughter." He opened his mouth, but perhaps because he hadn't spoken for too long, his voice was a little choked, as if he couldn't speak anymore.
"Do you know why I'm looking for you?"
“Yes, it’s me looking for you, not you looking for me,” he explained.
What are you going to the West for?
"You told me to go."
Liang Si: ...
Is his master seriously ill?
At that moment, Liang Si was holding the leg of a paper figure and burning it; the paper figure had squeezed out of the window.
However, burning for a long time could not stop the paper figures' determination to enter. In fact, these few were different from the previous sedan chairs; they were stronger. Even when using Samadhi True Fire to burn them, only a few small black spots were left on the surface of the paper figures.
"It can't be burned," Lu Wei said quietly, looking outside.
"Master! I can't hold on much longer! Please, Masters, have mercy and stop playing around!"
"That's exactly what I wanted to do, I wanted to play with you!" Lu Wei looked at him in confusion. "You let him in to find me."
When did you go to the West?
“Very early, at this time, three souls, one soul scattered, cannot, leave.” Lu Wei in the painting pointed to himself, “Here, ghost cultivator, head west.”
"You only met me then, and you already agreed?"
“No, two lifetimes, to protect you,” he stammered, “to be born for you.”
"Um?"
"The tree said so."
"Why isn't this how it is in my memory?" On the contrary, Wen Jingge was not worried at all when she saw her frantic eldest disciple, and even wanted to tease the naturally naive Lu Wei.
"Because you also came with me."
Wen Jingge: ...
She looked like a hamster caught stealing food by its owner, who was prying the food out of its mouth, making her look even more dazed than Lu Wei in the fan.
Lu Wei looked at her quietly, as if he wanted to touch her face, but stopped on the rock because he couldn't come out. "Let them in. I have something to say to you."
"Open the door," Wen Jingge said to the person behind her.
Although Liang Si was still afraid that the paper figure might have some bad intentions, she still managed to pull the door open before it broke due to the pressure.
At that moment, he seemed to be frightened. Standing behind the door, he looked through the crack at the paper figures that occupied the entire mountain, completely dumbfounded.
The paper figure is very thin; how thick can a single sheet of paper be?
This doesn't look like the paper figures from Mogancheng; those are paper figures made by paper craft shops for funerals.
The paper figures that Liang Si saw didn't even have clothes on them; they were just blank sheets of paper cut into human shapes. The same was true for the sedan chair bride from before. Even if they were dressed, it was just a flat layer of paper clothing.
A fine drizzle fell from the sky, thunderclouds raged, and the towering peak seemed to be encircled by a barrier. The entire peak was covered with expressionless paper figures, densely packed outside the buildings, stretching as far as the eye could see.
"Arrange them properly." The boy in the fan sat on a rock, holding a rope in his hand, as if he were weaving it.
"Didn't you already make up one eye?"
"If you don't need it, then I'll have to keep making this up."
"Soon."
"Do you remember?" The boy stopped what he was doing. "Or, did you see the other me? I had Di Ruo and Yi Shao bring me here; it's too much trouble for them to get away."
There was a seven-pointed star pattern beside the boy. Wen Jingge watched him draw it in the water, and the fruits that fell from the trees rolled into it on their own.
His eyelashes were long, like drooping raven feathers, a deep bluish-black. His eyes, so clear and distinct, were almost entirely black, and his dark pupils gave him a touch of sinister charm, yet his expression was so conflicted.
"What are you thinking about?" He felt that Wen Jingge's eyes shouldn't be fixed on that seven-pointed star.
Perhaps because he had talked more, he no longer stuttered so much: "Are you just going to keep looking at this?"
A new seven-pointed star appeared on the other side of the stone. "You taught me that."
As soon as the words were spoken, the paper figures, exuding a menacing aura, were swept up and swarmed into the seven-pointed star pattern on the fan.
"You planted this tree too."
"Okay, I understand. I don't want to know that."
Lu Wei pursed her lips, looked at the rope in her hand, and pointed helplessly to her head, "I feel like my soul and my body have suffered a painful blow, and I've lost the knowledge I should have had. I can't help you."
"I'm wondering where the other two of you are."
Lu Wei nodded, then suddenly said, "The one in Mogancheng is fake, it's you."
"Um?"
“The body you once inhabited placed me inside it when you separated me from it. You used it for a while, and because I used your blood, it also became tainted with my aura. At that time, I only had one last breath left. I—the “me” here—was that last breath.”
"One split into two?"
Lu Wei understood what was originally a completely unrelated matter. "Yes, I'm not in there."
Will the three memories be interconnected?
"If I die, yes; if my soul perishes, I don't know."
"The one buried in Mogancheng is a fake you, the one in Dianshan Mountain is the White Deer War God, and there's another one in the Demon Realm?"
Lu Wei nodded. "Yes, Qi Yun misunderstood. She thought you would care about me, but you care about me inside the fan. I was sent to the Western Demon Clan by the ghost cultivators as soon as I came out to maintain the situation."
“These paper figures,” Wen Jingge said, gazing at the paper figures emerging from the vortex, “are the remnants of souls you’ve collected over the years?”
"Yes, I left, and they will definitely follow. The Western Demon Lord couldn't sit still and chased after Di Ruo and Yi Shao, trying to take me back. They thought that killing would really lead to death."
"Okay, I understand."
“You don’t understand.” Lu Wei said seriously, “If you understood, I wouldn’t be here. Many people are eyeing you and want to eat you up.”
"many?"
"Your two pawns planted in the Demon Clan have made a mistake; the Demon Lord, who was about to awaken, has returned."
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