Almost subconsciously, Wen He looked in the direction of the sound.
In the corner of the shabby room in front of him, there was a young man in black sitting casually. The man did not make any evasive movement, he just sat there casually. According to common sense, Wen He should have been able to notice such a big man before entering the room, especially since the man was very handsome, the kind of appearance that was enough to make people unforgettable at first sight.
But unfortunately, this man was too cold. It was not just his temperament that was cold. To be honest, he was more like a "dead person" with no life at all. Wen He could not even see any "human" warmth in him. That was why she did not realize at first that there was another person in this shabby room.
But when the man opened his mouth and their eyes met, Wen He subconsciously held her breath, but all the nerves in her body were tense in an instant, all clamoring for extreme danger. She couldn't take another step forward. If she took another step forward, Wen He absolutely believed that the man in front of her would make a choice for her without mercy, "help" her cripple her left leg or right leg, or even both legs.
Wen He cherished his life, and losing a leg wasn't something he cared about. So, the next moment, he exerted all his strength to control his body, completely withdrawing from the confines of the dilapidated room. He repeatedly explained his innocence, "I'm sorry, I didn't know anyone was in this dilapidated temple. I came here to avoid the cold. I'm sorry to have disturbed you. I'm leaving now."
After saying that, Wen He never dared to look at the man again. After bowing, he immediately ran away.
Isn't it just inconvenient to come to this shabby room? This shabby temple is so big, it can't be that this is the only room to avoid the cold. She took the initiative to give up and find another room to avoid the cold. They kept to themselves.
At first, Wen He really thought so, but later she found that she was too naive.
In this ghost place, the deeper the night goes, the colder it gets. The temperature doesn't just drop by three or five degrees, but it suddenly drops by more than ten degrees. Even though Wen He later found a room with relatively intact doors and windows in this dilapidated temple, it was completely useless. The cold air penetrated from all directions, making Wen He so cold that his whole body became stiff for a while, and he even lost consciousness briefly.
This made Wen He secretly cry out in despair. She felt that if she continued like this, she would freeze to death here before Uncle Song and the others could come.
But, speaking of which, who was that man over there? Even though he looked terrifying and lifeless, like a dead person, he was truly a living being. Did he, like her, accidentally stumble into this place? If that was the case, they should help each other out. It didn't have to be too much help, just wake her up before she lost consciousness, so she wouldn't fall asleep and become incapable of waking up.
But when Wen He recalled how terrifying that man had been before, she couldn't help but hesitate. She was really afraid that if she appeared in front of him again, he would carry out the harsh words he had said before.
For a moment, Wen He felt extremely conflicted and embarrassed.
At that moment, there was a rustling sound outside, like the movement of small animals like mice... Wait, mice? Small animals? Where did the mice and small animals come from? She had been here for a long time, but she hadn't seen any signs of small animals, not even the sound of birds singing. Moreover, it was so cold, small animals shouldn't appear. And this noise seemed to have continued for quite some time.
Almost subconsciously, Wen He looked out of the window, but the moment he saw what was happening outside, his eyes suddenly widened and he quickly covered his mouth tightly to prevent the screams from coming out uncontrollably.
In the dilapidated temple as night began to fall, I saw that for some unknown reason, large groups of evil creatures and monsters gathered together. They moved their ugly bodies that were filled with evil energy and kept jumping out of the walls of the dilapidated temple, one after another, forming a black mass.
The most terrifying thing is that some of these evil creatures and monsters are wearing monks’ clothes, ancient linen clothes, etc. They look like pilgrims who came to the temple to burn incense but died in the temple. There are also monsters wearing the clothes of court soldiers. There is a black mass, too numerous to count. All of them have become monsters after death, or in their lifetime, and are active in this dilapidated temple. The number is... astonishingly large!
This means that so many people have died in this dilapidated temple! !
Dangerous, very dangerous, it’s very dangerous here!
The moment he realized this, Wen He felt like he was suffocating. He had already covered his nose and mouth tightly with his hands, breathing very lightly. He was afraid that he would be discovered if he was not careful. He just stared at the movements of the monsters outside.
No, wait, the movements of these monsters are wrong. They are not chaotic, but seem to be moving in a certain direction in unison. And that direction is clearly... the room where the man just stayed!
It's over! That man has been discovered, targeted, and attacked by so many monsters. It's over!
What should I do? What should I do?!
Her mind told her that she should just hide where she was and not go anywhere. She should wait for dawn and the monsters outside to leave, then leave as soon as possible. This was the wisest way to protect herself. She valued her life and didn't want to die inexplicably like this!
But there was a life over there, too. Wen He couldn't accept watching a life disappear like that. What could she do? What could she do to buy time to save someone? If she were Uncle Song right now, what would she do?
It was as if the high degree of tension and oppression stimulated the brain. In such a moment, Wen He seemed to see some pictures emerging in her mind. The scene in the picture seemed to be in a Buddhist temple. There was a chaotic fight around it. There was a tall man with his back to her, drawing some formation on the ground with extremely skillful hands.
The man and the surrounding scene were very blurry. Wen He could only vaguely feel what it was, but she couldn't see what it looked like. However, she could see clearly the formation drawn by the man on the ground.
That is an exorcism formation, an advanced exorcism formation.
Although she cannot completely eliminate those terrible monsters, she can play a certain role in defense, and this certain defense effect means that she can buy the maximum defense time!
At this moment, Wen He wanted to dig out all the information about the formation in his mind. When he saw the monsters outside getting closer and closer to the room where the man was, Wen He gritted his teeth and rushed out in one go, running towards the direction of the previous room at the speed of escaping.
Fortunately, Wen He had previously disliked the strong wind and cold outside the dilapidated temple, so he took a shortcut inside the temple to reach the room here. Now he was returning the same way, and his speed was much faster than the monsters outside. In just a few minutes, Wen He had almost reached the previous room.
But later on, no matter how hard and fast Wen He ran, he couldn't avoid making some noise, which allowed the monsters to notice him. In the blink of an eye, many monsters had caught up with him.
Almost there, almost there, just a little bit more!
Seeing that the monsters chasing after him were about to grab Wen He's shoulders, Wen He unleashed his potential and sped up again, leaving a body length behind, while reaching out to grab the edge of the door. He used inertia to bring himself into the room, and the moment he entered the room, he closed and locked the wooden door with two "clicks" at an extremely fast speed, locking the monsters out in one go.
Monsters are not humans. Wen He knew that this wooden door could not hold out for long. It would be a miracle if it could hold out for even a minute.
At that moment, Wen He didn't care about anything else, and didn't even have time to pay attention to the expression of the man in the room.
The man's face did not show any fear, panic or terror. He looked extremely calm, as if he had known that the temple was full of monsters. He did not react at all when he heard the noise outside getting louder and louder.
On the contrary, Wen He's sudden intrusion caught him a little by surprise, causing him to frown subconsciously and show a bit of surprise on his face. However, this bit of surprise only flashed across the man's face for a moment, and he quickly returned to his previous expression, opening his mouth as if he wanted to drive Wen He out.
However, before the man could even open his mouth, Wen He, who had locked the wooden door tightly, turned around immediately and rushed to the man. He grabbed the man's hand in one breath, breathing rapidly without stopping, and pulled the man's hand to lead him out, saying hurriedly, "Hurry, those monsters are coming. You'll be doomed if you stay here. Come with me immediately, I'll help you escape..."
Take him away? Is this a joke?
Hearing this, the man's already frowned brows furrowed even tighter, and the unhappy expression on his face deepened. Even though his hand was held by the woman in front of him, there were still differences in the physiques of men and women. If the man was unwilling to stay still, Wen He would find it difficult to pull him even if she used all her strength, let alone take him "escape" or something.
The man thought so and planned to do so, but just when he was about to shake off Wen He's hand, he felt a black screen in front of his eyes, and a fluffy, warm thing with human body heat was wrapped around his neck. Almost reflexively, the man subconsciously lowered his head, and the next moment, what appeared in his field of vision was a pretty face that could not hide its worry and was a little bit gritting its teeth.
The girl who suddenly broke into his territory stood on tiptoe and used her free hand to take off the scarf from her neck and put it around his neck, complaining and muttering as she did so.
"Why are your hands so cold? They're like popsicles. I'm already cold enough, frozen silly. I didn't expect you to be even more frozen than me. I feel like your body is about to freeze. But now it's too late. If you don't want to die, run with me quickly. Hurry up! I ran with all my might. I cherish my life and I don't want to die!!"
As the girl said this, the man could clearly feel that the other hand, which was barely grasping his palm, had changed its position, now holding both hands tightly with palms touching palms, and the position had added several points of strength and heat than before, as if the other party thought he was frozen and unable to walk, so she wanted to transfer her own heat to him.
So, in the next second, when the girl who had broken into his territory pulled his hand again, the man who should have shaken off her hand, somehow, let her hold his hand like this, and followed her to escape as if possessed by a ghost.
He let her take him on a wild run, all the way to a corner deep inside the dilapidated temple, and watched her as she hid herself in the safest place while hurriedly drawing an exorcism formation.
But when the exorcism formation was completed and the two of them were safe for a while, the other party still did not relax and continued to protect him behind him, hiding him in the innermost part, as if these actions of protecting him were all so natural. But before that, he asked her bluntly whether she wanted to "leave" the left foot or the right foot?
Where did this girl come from? Is she such a goody-goody and heartless person? Didn't anyone tell her that she couldn't save everyone?
If it was his first life, or his second life, or his third life... or even his ninth life, if there was someone who could protect him so naturally, perhaps he would know what "happiness" really felt like. It's a pity that he was outstanding and excellent in every life, but they all ended with the most tragic ending. Moreover, every time he woke up at a certain point in time in his life, he would clearly remember the people and events he had experienced in his previous lives.
It's just ridiculous that even though he knows that his new life may just be a repetition of the betrayal, jealousy, hatred and tragedy of his previous life, he still stubbornly believes that the new life can be different, and he can get a new, different, happy life.
But the result was obvious, all of them failed. This dilapidated temple in front of him, or rather the Guanxing Temple that was once very popular, was where he had stayed in his eighth life. His eighth life self was named Tang Yan.
But now he is in his ninth life, and his name has become Chen Yan. He has awakened, and he remembers everything that happened from his first life to the ninth life, including why his little disciple Xiao Changsheng in his eighth life let him fall into the devil's trap. He understands everything.
Xiao Changsheng didn't want him to be bound by worldly things anymore, to be restricted by worldly things, so he tore the crack and let him fall into the devil's trap.
In fact, after he awakened, no matter how high a price his former disciple Xiao Changsheng paid to make him fall from the devil, no one could make him fall from the devil as long as he didn't want to. It's just... he was tired and bored, and no longer wanted to think about those things that no longer belonged to him. Even if he did it again, the final result would be the same tragedy.
So, why bother with all this? Just let it be. Perhaps Xiao Changsheng was right. Without the restraints, perhaps things would be easier for him...
The only small surprise was that, due to Xiao Changsheng's interference, his memories of one or two years in this ninth life were incomplete. To be precise, his memories were concentrated in the year when he finally woke up and his soul returned to his body. He couldn't even remember how he chased Xiao Changsheng back to the Stargazing Temple. He just read Xiao Changsheng's memory and knew the cause and effect of his fall from the devil.
However, the current Chen Yan did not have much interest in the memories of the one or two years he had lost. They were probably not precious memories worth cherishing. Just like the previous eight lives, they only brought him layer upon layer of deepening hurt, which eventually turned into a dead silence like a dead heart. Even the warmth he had painstakingly cultivated would eventually turn into a betrayal like a knife, not to mention the warmth he had given without asking for anything, just like now...
Of course, Wen He had no idea what Chen Yan behind him was thinking about in such a short time. He had thought so much, and seeing that man just standing there in silence, Wen He thought that he had been frozen silly and had not recovered yet.
Although she was also very cold, if the person she had just risked her life to rescue was now frozen, wouldn't she be at a loss and the rescue would be in vain?
Wen He thought about it, thought about it again and again, finally gritted his teeth, took off his outermost coat, covered Chen Yan with it, and said: "If you are cold, just tell me directly. Fortunately, I have a lot of clothes to wear when I go out. Although it is a little small, don't mind. I will lend it to you... Hey, if only those monsters can disperse later, it would be great. I just remembered that I can use the formation to make a fire to keep warm. I am really stupid. Why didn't I think of it before? I have been freezing for almost the whole day. Don't be afraid. Although I am just an ordinary person, I seem to know how to draw some formations to deal with it. And that... Can you meet me? My name is Wen He, what is your name?"
Wen He said this as he extended his hand towards the person in front of him. However, Chen Yan did not wave Wen He's hand away immediately, nor did he shake hands with it in return. Instead, he looked at the smile in front of him that was obviously very cold but still generously showed to him. He repeated in his heart countless times, "This is useless" and "Don't waste your energy." But in the end, he found that he could not control the hand in front of him that was extended to him, and he was reluctant to wave it away. He didn't even know when he had shaken the hand back.
There is warmth in the palm of my hand.
But the heat spread from the palm of his hand to his whole body.
"Well... my last name is Chen, and the single character is Yan, Chen Yan, Wen He..."
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