Chapter 140 Night Candle Rules 18 Argument.
The builder, who wasn't doing anything good, also legally owned a gun. These factors combined are rare, but Nanmenjue happens to know one of them.
One of the two scoundrels who bullied Zhu Wenjun before was Wang Jianye's son. Nanmen Jue even risked being exposed and went to his villa in the middle of the night to warn him. I wonder if he can get back to his old self after being scared.
It was just a tentative inquiry, but Ying Yao remained silent, and silence was undoubtedly an admission.
Nanmen Jue sat up straight on the sofa. "Back in the real world, you knew I went to see him?"
Ying Yao said, "I put something next to him."
“No wonder you found me so quickly,” Nanmen Jue said. “I thought your tracking device was so powerful that you could lock onto me in just one night in the vast sea of people.”
Ying Yao seemed to smile, but he concealed it so well that Nanmen Jue couldn't see it, only sensing a momentary change in his breathing.
Nanmen Jue sat up straight on the sofa, his posture unconsciously adopting the military-like posture he had learned from training with Ying Yao.
"Didn't you think about... making him pay the price through some special means?" Nanmen Jue said softly. "With your abilities, you could easily make him die a horrible death."
“What’s the point?” Ying Yao said. “All his actions are legal and compliant. If I take action against him, it would be to settle a personal score. He wouldn’t want me to do that. Once some lines are crossed, everything will be different.”
Nanmen Jue opened her mouth, then swallowed her words. She looked out the window, her expression suggesting she didn't want to speak, but Ying Yao already knew her well.
"What are you trying to say?" he asked. "You disagree with what I'm saying?"
“If I tell you, you’ll argue with me,” Nanmen Jue said.
Ying Yao was surprised, "When have I ever argued with you?"
“It’s precisely because I know you don’t like arguing that I don’t want you to argue with me,” Nanmen Jue said. “I don’t mind being a bothersome person, but you… you’re my friend.”
Nanmen Jue spoke with some hesitation. She had never truly made friends and didn't know what kind of boundaries people should maintain with friends. However, based on her own precarious understanding of interpersonal relationships, she concluded that when friends brought up sad things, it seemed that she shouldn't confront them.
Ying Yao looked at her. Although she couldn't see his eyes, Nanmen Jue could feel his gentle gaze falling on her, encompassing her sharpness and stubbornness.
"It's alright," Ying Yao said. "Go ahead and tell me."
Nanmen Jue glanced at him, then glanced at him again, "So, I'll tell you?"
Ying Yao nodded, amused.
“I think you’re just running away.” Since he was going to say it, Nanmen Jue wouldn’t beat around the bush and spoke bluntly. “Your friend’s tragedy has already happened. He can’t climb out of his coffin and tell you what he wants you to do. Whatever you do, you can only seek peace of mind for yourself. Ying Yao, the despair you’ve accumulated to enter this hellish place is not mild. You’re so desperate, yet you’re still bound by something, which means you don’t really want to resolve this matter. Rather than avenging your friend, you don’t want to become a vengeful ghost.”
This was practically pointing a finger at Ying Yao, accusing him of inaction. However, Ying Yao was not angry. "Nanmen, violence cannot solve the fundamental problem."
He spoke calmly, but Nanmen Jue couldn't stand those words. She abruptly tossed her head, her tone unconsciously becoming sharp, "Violence can't solve problems, and might makes right isn't the only truth. You say that too? Just like my sister. No wonder you two became friends."
“Those are indeed sharp words.” Ying Yao’s tone remained unchanged. “Do you really think that as long as I kill Wang Jianye, my despair will disappear? I hope the survivor is already dead. He deliberately sent me away on the day he decided to act. He promised me that he wouldn’t act impulsively, but he broke his promise. He knew he would fail. This failure wasn’t because he couldn’t kill Wang Jianye, but because under these rules, even if a hundred Wang Jianyes died, a hundred and one would still appear. Revenge only provides temporary satisfaction and doesn’t solve any problems at all.”
Nanmen Jue's rapid breathing caught in her throat. She suddenly understood why Ying Yao could remain calm and composed in everything except when it came to her personal safety. He had suffered such a loss before, and the pain had driven him directly into this terrifying cycle of reincarnation.
But... "How can there be no solution to any problem? Wang Jianye caused your friend's entire family to die tragically, and now he's living a life of luxury and womanizing, taking advantage of the imperfect laws. Even if it's not to avenge your friend, what's wrong with killing one scourge?" Nanmen Jue said angrily. "Even if there's a second Wang Jianye, a third Wang Jianye, a hundredth Wang Jianye, does that mean we can ignore evil just because the same evil will keep appearing? Doesn't taking care of one more evil protect one more Zhu Wenjun, one more of your friend? How can your brain be so dead? I think you value your standards of being a good person above all else."
“No one has the power to enforce the law, nor the right to punish or kill anyone, Nanmen.” Ying Yao emphasized, “No matter how much I want to kill him, I cannot do it. Otherwise, I would be no different from those reincarnators who have lost their humanity and act recklessly. Humanity should not open Pandora’s box. I can’t help anyone. I can only insist on being myself.”
As he spoke, he spread his five fingers and made a loose clenching motion above his head. A golden name slowly appeared in the empty space.
Ying Yao is his real name. His name is a bright and pure gold color, representing that he has no human lives on his hands.
Nanmen Jue knew that this was very difficult for the reincarnators. They had been in the world for countless years and probably had countless enemies who wanted to kill him. Yet Ying Yao had not killed a single one. Based on Nanmen Jue's understanding of him, he should not have even indirectly caused anyone's death. Ying Yao was such a stubborn person who insisted on his own way to the point of being pedantic, even more incomprehensible than his sister.
Nanmen Jue understands him and knows him, but that doesn't mean she agrees with him. She's about to explode with anger at his stubborn attitude. She's never been a good-tempered person, and the fact that she hasn't lost her temper yet is already unbelievable to herself.
She understood why she was so angry but hadn't lost her temper yet, and she also couldn't quite understand why she was so angry. Whether or not to seek revenge was Ying Yao's own business; she wasn't that tragically killed comrade-in-arms. Was it because she liked to meddle in other people's business? Or was it because Ying Yao's reasoning was exactly the same as Nanmen Yu's that triggered her stress response? She couldn't tell, but she didn't want to talk to her anymore, and she didn't want to see this person again for the time being.
"Go be yourself," she said coldly. "Take your beliefs and get out of here."
Ying Yao didn't speak. Nanmen Jue clearly felt a surge of anger sweeping through the room, but Ying Yao still didn't say anything. He simply stood up and left the room with brisk steps.
The door closed very softly, without a trace of anger.
Nanmen Jue pinched the bridge of her nose and looked at the crow that had landed beside her at some point.
“He’s still different from my sister,” she said softly. “If it were Ms. Nanmen Yu, she definitely wouldn’t explain so much to me, as if I need to understand her thoughts, and my thoughts are not important to her.”
The crow didn't make a sound, but gently nudged the back of her hand with its fluffy head.
“I understand them,” Nanmenjue said, “but some things are not enough to understand, and understanding is not the same as acceptance.”
The crow said, "It's unwise for you to argue while you're still in a dangerous place."
"So he didn't argue with me." Nanmen Jue laughed self-deprecatingly. "He's just like my sister, we both treat each other like extreme kids. How could someone like him, who wants to be a good person and have that engraving on his tombstone, argue with me? I don't know how someone with his personality became the president."
...
The next day, Nanmen Jue skipped work.
Ying Yao also skipped work. Just to be on the safe side, Mo Gui was sent to school, along with Yu Wanyan. So the two of them, along with Wei Chongru and Crow, the four of them, panting, headed up the mountain to find the osmanthus tree that Crow had mentioned.
Wei Chongru originally planned to walk behind the two big shots and be a proper underling, but unexpectedly, the two big shots walked on his left and right, sandwiching him in the middle.
Wei Chongru looked left and right. One of the two men was staring straight ahead, while the other had his head down, seemingly deep in thought. Apart from not speaking to each other, everything seemed normal... What a load of rubbish! This is anything but normal! These two big shots used to be so close they were practically inseparable, they'd even risked their lives for each other. How could this be normal?
Ying Yao was certainly not a talkative person. Wei Chongru and Mo Gui knew nothing about the conversation between the two last night, so he was completely bewildered.
“Um…” he tentatively tried to break the ice, “Brothers, didn’t you say that Lord Crow and I would go and take a look first today? After all, it’s not confirmed yet, and you’ll be warned if you skip work.”
"It's pretty close." Nanmen Jue snapped out of his reverie, looked up, and said nonchalantly, "Let's just deal with it now, lest things get complicated."
Wei Chongru scratched his head, somewhat touched that Nanmen Jue valued the intelligence he brought back so much.
Don't ask him why he was moved; people's feelings towards the strong are always complex.
The three people and the bird moved quickly and soon arrived at the mountain the crow had mentioned. The mountain was not high, and it was easy for the three reincarnators to climb. They all saw the osmanthus tree.
The weather in this eerie realm was consistently fine, with a clear blue sky and bright sunshine. The osmanthus tree was lush and verdant, and when the wind blew, its golden petals fluttered down, creating a dazzling halo, as if it were on a different level from the surrounding scenery.
Wei Chongru held his breath as he read, “Lord Crow, your description is far too simplistic. If I had known it was this kind of tree beforehand, I wouldn’t have had any doubts at all.”
"A tree like this?" said the crow. "It's just an ordinary tree, except it's flowering."
Wei Chongru looked at him incredulously. At this moment, Ying Yao spoke up: "Crows have tetrachromatic vision, which is more complex than the trichromatic vision of humans. Such colors should not be anything to them. They are not as beautiful as their own feathers."
All eyes fell on the crow's seemingly black feathers. The crow spread its wings, and under the sunlight, each long feather shone with a rainbow of colors.
He was quite proud, “Indeed, none of them are as beautiful as my feathers.”
Nanmen Jue pressed down on his head.
The three of them kept their eyes fixed on the osmanthus tree, not rushing forward.
“This area seems to be still safe. Once we get closer, something strange will definitely happen.” Ying Yao didn’t look at Nanmen Jue. “I’ll stop him. You take the opportunity to find the anchor point.”
"You're going to stop him? Are you overestimating your ragged body, or underestimating me?" Nanmen Jue said coldly.
...They're here! Wei Chongru was caught in the middle, not daring to utter a sound.
Are you two kidding me? You haven't shown any intention of resolving the conflict along the way, so why do you have to erupt now that we're facing a formidable enemy? He was on the verge of tears.
“You know that’s not what I think,” Ying Yao said. “Their strange attack methods are unknown and they can’t be killed. I have more combat experience and more tools than you, so my chances of surviving are greater.”
“The two of us will stop him together while Wei Chongru goes to find the anchor point,” Nanmen Jue said.
"Dealing with the supernatural isn't about numbers. Without methods to restrain it, no matter how many people come, it's useless." Ying Yao's tone was no longer calm. "If you want to argue with me, don't do it this way. If we both die, what will happen to the others?"
"Just do what needs to be done!" Nanmen Jue said angrily. "You can't help anyone, so why are you worrying about others?"
Ying Yao turned his head and looked at Nanmen Jue without saying a word. Nanmen Jue also stared back at him menacingly. Wei Chongru held his breath, carefully squatted down, and slipped between the two of them.
Unexpectedly, Nanmen Jue was the first to give up in this standoff. She turned her head sharply and said, "Don't die yet, I'm not done being angry."
Ying Yao's voice held a hint of amusement. "Okay."
In such a world, facing such an enemy, such a promise is utter bullshit. Nanmen Jue gritted his teeth and gave Wei Chongru a wink.
The two retreated in unison, while Ying Yao approached the osmanthus tree alone.
Just as he was about to approach the tree roots, a sudden gust of wind arose, dark clouds filled the sky, and the boy's figure appeared.
Ying Yao immediately retreated, his figure moving as swiftly as a ghost. As the boy followed, Nanmen Jue sprinted towards the osmanthus tree!
The key to keeping Ying Yao alive wasn't his own ability, but how quickly she found him!
However, the next second, Ying Yao's terrified voice rang out from behind her; she had never heard him cry out in such heart-wrenching agony.
"Nanmen Jue! Don't go!"
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