108 Sacrifice Corridor 22 || Wu Yaqi's Self-Appreciation
"Really?" Wu Yaqi's eyes were red and swollen from crying, and her whole body was shaking with emotion. She grabbed Yan Shuang's arm and pleaded in her voice, "What did you hear? Please tell me, okay? What happened to her outside the door last?"
Yan Shuang was scratched so hard by her that he felt like he could tear his arm off and use it to tickle him in the next second.
He tried to make his voice sound steadier and more soothing, and his other hand gently covered the back of Wu Yaqi's cold hand.
"Calm yourself down first, don't worry, I will tell you everything I know." Yan Shuang comforted carefully.
"Wu Yaqi, right?" Jing Ning's face was gloomy, and his cold voice questioned, "Haven't you been hoping for her death for a long time?"
Wu Yaqi paused, as if struck by these words, her face full of astonishment, and then she shook her head frantically, "No! That's not the case! I never thought of letting her die!"
"Good friends, it's normal to have some small arguments. You see, I often quarrel with my friends too." Yan Shuang continued in a gentle tone, "How did you meet her?"
Wu Yaqi wiped away her tears and recalled, "Yushan and I met in college. We were freshmen, unfamiliar with the place, and were assigned to the same dorm. Maybe it was fate. Coincidentally, we both had the last name Wu, so we quickly became friends."
Humans are gregarious creatures, especially when they feel insecure. Build relationships with others only requires a small commonality.
"Do you guys quarrel sometimes?" Yan Shuang asked.
Wu Yaqi nodded. "I'm a straightforward person, and most of the time she's just trying to appease me. I know all of this. She always came to apologize privately when we argued before, and this time I waited for her to come to me."
"Actually, I'm not angry anymore, but I just..." Wu Yaqi said, feeling a little touched again, and choked up a few times, "I just want her to come to me. I swear I never thought of letting her die."
Those words that are never spoken will become a thorn hanging on your chest for the rest of your life, causing you to suffer and regret every moment.
Jing Ning's strong tone did not weaken despite her explanation. It seemed as if he had determined that Wu Yaqi was the murderer of Wu Yushan. "The main reason why Wu Yushan ran out last night was because of you."
Hearing this, Wu Yaqi opened her eyes wide and covered her mouth. Even though she had guessed it long ago, she could still deceive herself. Suddenly being pointed out, the last line of defense in her heart collapsed, and she completely broke down and burst into tears.
Zhao Wanqing was naturally gentle and reserved. She stood there blankly, still in a daze.
Wu Yaqi's performance just now was so normal, so normal that there was no flaw to be seen.
Everyone present was acting normal. Some of them showed a little sympathy for the girl, but more were looking forward to Yan Shuang's next words.
"I heard someone running in the corridor last night. There was only the sound of one person's footsteps." Yan Shuang raised a finger and leaned leisurely against the wall.
"Wu Yushan?" Ye Jing'an took over.
"Hmm, the sound lasted for about ten seconds, and finally he said, 'How could it be you?', and then the sound stopped." These were all his guesses, and as for the last sentence, he guessed it based on He Xiaoxuan's facial expression.
"What do you mean?" Tian Yiyi asked, "The ghost who killed her was someone she knew?"
Yan Shuang did not give a direct answer, but said ambiguously: "Maybe it was someone around us, or maybe I heard it wrong."
Sure enough, the next second, the newcomers began to panic. Now, only these two were left out of the four of them. Once the seeds of doubt are planted, it is difficult to uproot them.
"Ghosts can imitate sounds, so perhaps imitating humans is no problem." Jing Ning's sharply oppressive voice sounded above her head. The two of them played the good cop and the bad cop respectively, and they sang in unison. Seeing that their goal had been achieved, they both shut up at the same time, and the rest depended on others.
"It's not us. We can prove it." Wu Yaqi also understood and hurriedly took out a crumpled talisman paper from her pocket and handed it to Yan Shuang tremblingly.
"What is this?" Yan Shuang spread it out and others gathered around.
"The Heavenly Master's Talisman." Jing Ning said.
"What's the use of the Heavenly Master Talisman?" Ye Jing'an asked.
"The Heavenly Master Talisman is a large category that includes specific talismans for different purposes. This one is for warding off evil spirits."
Wu Yaqi nodded. "This is what Zhao Wanqing and I found that afternoon in the corner of the building across from us. I've seen it in a book, so I recognize it. I've been carrying it with me ever since. There's no way a ghost would appear in our room."
The edge of the talisman was a little damaged, and the wrinkles on the surface indeed showed some traces of dirt invading.
"Could this be a fake? It's just like counterfeit money." Tian Yiyi asked.
Jing Ning pinched the talisman, smoothed out the creases as much as possible, observed it carefully, and finally concluded, "This one is the real one." He returned the talisman to her. Wu Yaqi took it and folded it along the creases very carefully, for fear of breaking it.
The new players breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, but the veterans frowned. If it wasn't Wu Yaqi, who could it be? Was this the wrong direction?
Just then, the old man came and interrupted everyone's conversation.
Everything was exactly the same as that day, except that the owner of the corpse had changed and they saw the monk again.
While no one was paying attention, Jing Ning said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "I'll be gone for a while, and I'll leave this place to you."
Yan Shuang: "Okay, be careful."
Then, when there were many people around, Yan Shuang saw Jing Ning sneak into the temple.
After the first time, everyone was obviously mentally prepared for the second time and did not react as strongly.
Except for Wu Yaqi and Zhao Wanqing who were very excited, everyone else looked indifferent.
Yan Shuang stood in the distance, watching the slowly rising black smoke, feeling somewhat numb, just like the thousands of other residents living here. People don't die until they get old; they die every day and every moment, so why fear it?
He accidentally spilled his guts, and Lin Haichen, standing nearby, took over. "Biologically speaking, humans are made up of a bunch of cells, no different from animals. However, in addition to self-awareness, humans also have emotions. It's because of these emotions that you experience joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, and are filled with anticipation for the world."
"To put it bluntly, no matter how much you possess while you are alive, it will all be gone when you die. So we spend our entire lives learning three things: to possess, to enjoy, and then to let go. Unfortunately, it's so hard to learn."
When Wu Yaqi was tired of crying, she sat in the sun. Her shadow was very long and her eyes were staring blankly at the flames burning on the other side of the river.
Reality is often so naked and cruel. Yan Shuang knew that he could not persuade a trapped person to return because he had been trapped himself. He just handed her a coat and placed it on her head to prevent her from getting heatstroke.
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