Chapter Twenty-Five: Rebellion
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A light rain began to fall from the gloomy sky. Wen Zhuo sat on the eaves, looking up as raindrops streamed down her face, landed on the roof, and slid down the tiles. She stared at the raindrop when suddenly a hand reached out from the window and caught it.
Wen Zhuo poked his head out, leaving his entire body outside, and a single head appeared on the roof of the room.
The room was empty except for a bed; there was nothing else. Elder abuse?
The first thing she saw was a Taoist priest with messy hair and an old Taoist robe. He was twirling a raindrop between his fingers, muttering something under his breath. He seemed to sense something, looked up and glanced at her, meeting a pair of dark eyes.
Wen Zhuo's eyes lit up. This person could see her? Just as she was about to float down to play, a red thread suddenly appeared on her wrist. Wen Zhuo's face fell, and she turned her wrist aside. She had only been gone a few minutes! Clingy!
Wen Zhuo tugged at the silk thread a couple of times, signaling her not to go back for the time being, although she wasn't sure if Wen Zhaoye would understand what she meant.
Even if she didn't understand, she wouldn't go back.
The monk stood by the window, looking at the rain curtain in the distance, with clouds and mist swirling around the lush and verdant forest that had been washed clean by the rain.
She bent down and stared intently at the old man, feeling a sense of familiarity. He seemed to stiffen, coughed, and turned to sit on the bed. Wen Zhuo was still staring at him.
Without changing his expression, he pulled a cell phone out of his wide sleeve. Soon, the sound of a video started playing from the phone, but it was quickly turned down.
Wen Zhuo: "......" So he was secretly playing on his phone. I thought he had found out about her.
She floated down slowly, her hem tracing a winding path in the air. The monk, who was playing on his phone, paused for a moment, his gaze unwavering.
Wen Zhuo had already moved close to him, carefully observing his facial features as she pondered.
Where exactly have I seen this before?
"Young friend, would you like to play on your phone too?" His voice rang out calmly but weakly.
Wen Zhuo opened his eyes wide and looked down at him. The old man's eyes suddenly brightened as he looked at the red line that had lit up again on Wen Zhuo's wrist.
"You're the ghost?"
He muttered to himself, "Last time I saw you, you were surrounded by a lot of yin energy. I thought it was because a ghost had entered your house and wouldn't leave. I never imagined you were the ghost."
The Taoist priest scanned Wen Zhuo from head to toe: "You don't really look like a ghost."
Wen Zhuo looked at him and asked, "So it's you! That liar!" She looked at the old man's tattered Taoist robe and asked, "What are you doing in a temple, a Taoist priest?"
The Taoist priest was still staring at her, his fingers forming some kind of hand seal. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and Wen Zhuo felt as if he could see right through her. The Taoist priest circled around her with a look of novelty, clicking his tongue in amazement and saying, "You, who are half human and half ghost, don't seem to have anything of your own."
Wen Zhuo was puzzled. What did that mean?
The Taoist priest frowned as he watched. He tapped Wen Zhuo's head with two fingers. Wen Zhuo tried to dodge, but found that she couldn't move. Her feet seemed to be stuck to the ground. Her eyes widened as she watched his fingers fall.
A crisp tapping sound rang out, and my brain seemed to vibrate for a moment.
It's so loud, it sounds like a great start.
She clutched her dizzy head, unaware of the faint red lines slowly glowing on her body, which overlapped with the bloody marks on her skin and appeared inconspicuous.
The Taoist priest looked at her with a solemn expression: "Do you have any obsessions?"
Wen Zhu shook her head in confusion. She still felt dizzy. His words were like a gentle breeze that brushed past her cerebral cortex without leaving any trace.
The Taoist priest looked past her and gazed at the distant mountains, sighing as he said, "I don't know whether forcibly keeping a soul that shouldn't exist in this world is a blessing or a curse for you."
Looking at Wen Zhuo's seemingly understanding expression, he suddenly laughed, his expression playful, his wrinkles crinkling together: "Fine, you can come find me when you don't want to live anymore."
Wen Zhuo: "???" She wrinkled her face as if she had just eaten a pound of fatty meat, feeling disgusted by his sweetness.
So he's here to hasten her death? Haha, how humorous. She stared at the Taoist priest for a moment, then realized he wasn't joking after all.
"No matter what, being alive is a good thing," Wen Zhuo replied earnestly.
Wen Zhuo's wrist was pulled forcefully a few more times, and the inscrutable expression on her face vanished instantly. She pouted and muttered a complaint, "Seriously, what's the rush? We've only been out for a little while."
She drifted away along the red line and bumped into Wen Zhaoye, who was about to come in, at the door. He frowned, grabbed her wrist, and led her away. Wen Zhuo was still waiting for him to nag her when she was suddenly dragged away and floated in the air like a kite.
She said with difficulty, "No one can see me. Don't you think your current posture is a bit strange?"
Wen Zhaoye turned and glared at her, his fingers sliding down as if they were about to give way. He grabbed her fingers and led her to a secluded corner. Wen Zhu was surprised that there was such a secluded place. She looked around and noticed a police tape cordon in the distance, which Wen Zhaoye had clearly ignored.
Dude, can't you have any morals?
Wen Zhuo awkwardly pulled away, trying to withdraw her hand, but failed. She stared at the silent Wen Zhaoye: "...What do you want to say?"
Wen Zhaoye looked down at her, and with his other hand he lightly touched her hair, but she subtly avoided it. He smiled.
Wen Zhuo felt a chill run down her spine. She secretly moved her head back, begging, "Please stop laughing, it's terrifying! I feel like I'm about to be murdered and dismembered."
Wen Zhaoye cupped her head in his hands, pressing down some of her fluffy hair. Wen Zhuo secretly chuckled as he flattened her hairstyle.
Wen Zhaoye's fingers traced down her cheek. For some reason, his body temperature was low, and his fingers, wet and sticky from the rain, made Wen Zhuo uncomfortable. She shook her head to avoid him, but he pinched her face with one hand.
Wen Zhuo's lips were pinched so hard they were pursed, and her voice was muffled: "What are you going to do? Let me go."
He pinched and pinched, and Wen Zhuo's expression grew increasingly angry. He then asked in confusion, "Why do you always avoid staying by my side? You weren't like this when you were little."
Wen Zhuo: "..." To reiterate, when we were kids, we had moms who went on business trips, dads who had affairs, and nannies who abused children. You were the only normal option, bro.
Wen Zhu blinked: "The rebellious phase has arrived ten years late."
Wen Zhaoye sneered and began pinching her cheeks again: "Your rebellious phase can come back?"
While crying out in pain, Wen Zhuo retorted, "I've always been very obedient, okay!"
Wen Zhaoye started laughing again, making Wen Zhu feel a chill down his spine. He pressed Wen Zhu's head down and said, "You haven't remembered yet, so I won't settle this score with you for now."
After he finished speaking in a sinister tone, he stopped laughing and his tone became calm: "Now, you can tell me what that Taoist priest was talking to you about."
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