Chapter 151
Xie Xubai hovered in mid-air, reaching out to pull Lü Jiu from the water ashore, but it was as if he were touching an unreal phantom, his hand passing right through the other's body.
A melodious and moving tune reached his ears, and Xie Xubai turned around upon hearing it.
A red figure appeared out of nowhere, using the green pines of the mountain stream as a stage, and stood not far away singing a song, continuing the story of past causes and effects.
With the red shadow as the boundary, the world seemed to be divided in two. Beneath him, flames roared and smoke billowed; above him, the sky was desolate and dark.
He hung there alone, like a withered branch swaying in a sea of fire. A cold wind howled past, his golden and red silk opera robes fluttered, his hair was disheveled, and he looked utterly desolate.
Their eyes met in silence.
The hazy mist surrounding the red figure gradually dissipated, revealing its true form. However, the mask remained on, obscuring the expression on its face.
All that could be seen was that pair of narrow, affectionate eyes that closed briefly, then opened again, curving as usual towards Xie Xubai, glancing over Luofutu and Lü Jiu below, a casual smile playing on her lips.
It was as if he was speaking to Xie Xubai.
Stop looking at it, it's all in the past.
It's not worth worrying about.
The scene before my eyes swayed, and everything within sight became illusory and transparent, signifying that the drama was coming to an end.
However, even as the play draws to a close, the story does not end.
The red figure approached Xie Xubai's side, her gaze shifting downwards: "If you intend to judge my sins, you'd better watch carefully from here on out."
Xie Xubai noticed his emotional instability, something he hadn't experienced in a long time.
A similar sentiment emerged when Lü Jiu committed his first murder. At that time, Luo Fu Tu forced Lü Jiu and the others into a cell, casually tossed in a knife, and told them that only one of them could live, ordering them to kill each other.
Xie Xubai was about to use his mental power to deceive everyone, but Hongying suddenly appeared and stopped him, smiling and telling him not to worry about it and to take a closer look.
He spoke as casually as if he were talking about someone else's affairs, and as if he had sincerely confessed, so he was able to openly accept Xie Xubai's judgment while explaining his sins.
However, Hongying overestimated herself and underestimated Xie Xubai.
So many years have passed, yet he still cannot remain calm when facing the past, unaware that Xie Xubai has long seen through his outward strength but inner weakness.
Rather than revealing her own shameful secrets, Hongying would rather drag Xie Xubai away immediately, leaving the past shrouded in dust, and never seeing anything again.
All that talk of composure, detachment, and indifference was a lie; the truth was, he was incredibly cowardly. He resented the past, hated himself, avoided the facts, and feared Xie Xubai's alienation and disgust.
Xie Xubai looked back at the blustering but cowardly red figure, meeting the unconsciously trembling pupils. Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows slightly and said in his usual tone, "Of course, after all, it's agreed that I'll watch your whole show."
Before Hongying could speak again, he reached under her wrist and pulled out a golden handcuff, which was then handcuffed to Hongying's wrist.
Hongying froze, then suddenly realized what was happening and glared at Xie Xubai: "You—"
Before the play began, Xie Xubai, perhaps disapproving of his arrogant demeanor, solidified his spiritual power to handcuff him, and the handcuffs disappeared shortly afterward.
It felt weightless and had no temperature, so Hongying didn't feel any discomfort and just thought it was a joke. Little did he know that this thing had been on his wrist all along!
Hongying was so angry she almost laughed, feeling vaguely wronged. She gritted her teeth and said, "I've shown you everything you wanted to see. Are you afraid I'll renege on my promise halfway through and run away?"
"How could that be? No matter how far you run, I'll catch you and bring you back. Besides, the Ghost King's range of movement is limited, so you can't escape either."
Xie Xubai sighed softly, "But you're always afraid that I'll run away halfway and leave you behind, aren't you?"
The red figure froze, her innermost thoughts revealed in a single sentence.
Perhaps because he has lost too much in his life, he is extremely obsessed with everything he has left, and is also prone to anxiety and fear of loss. He may appear indifferent, but in his heart he has already experienced countless fears.
Xie Xubai smiled helplessly: "Lu Xiangcai, be reasonable. I've been with you for eight years, from childhood to adulthood. If I wanted to leave, I would have left long ago. Why would I wait until now? Why would I be swayed by the subsequent events?"
After saying that, he picked up the other end of the handcuffs and slowly fastened them to his wrist.
The red figure paused again, its gaze uncontrollably following Xie Xubai's finger.
As he pressed down with his jade-like fingertips, the lock clicked shut, like a resounding bell ringing in his ears, leaving his mind blank and filled only with buzzing noise.
He looked up blankly, his anger and grievances instantly turning into an indescribable feeling, and for a moment he forgot to speak.
Xie Xubai raised his hand and shook it, the vibration transmitted through the chains to the other end. Hongying subconsciously looked at her wrist, and the ethereal handcuffs suddenly gained weight and warmth, hanging on her wrist bone, radiating a heavy warmth.
Xie Xubai patted his shoulder and said with a faint smile, "Alright, now neither of us can escape. Just watch with peace of mind."
A few seconds after Luo Futu pushed Lü Jiu into the water, the elite marksmen seized the opportunity and fired in unison, turning Luo Futu into a sieve in an instant, spraying blood mist everywhere.
As Lü Jiu sensed the pressure ease, he suppressed the dizziness from the suffocation, turned around, and struck Luo Futu's skull with an elbow, sending him flying.
He struggled to prop himself up, his hair and face soaked, his breath dripping with cold, damp air. He vaguely made out where Luofutu was, then staggered over and threw a powerful punch.
Only when his fist was covered in sticky blood, Luo Futu's cheekbone was shattered, his face was a bloody mess, and he was no longer breathing, did Lü Jiu collapse to the ground, coughing incessantly while covering his mouth, and then swaying as he fell to the ground with his eyes closed.
Cen's uncle arrived with a large force and immediately saw Lü Jiu, who was on the verge of death, being carried on the back of his personal guard. He quickly took Lü Jiu to the local clinic.
Lü Jiu's condition is very bad.
Whether he was being educated at the Gu family, tormented by Luofutu, or serving in the military, he was always injured and never had a moment's respite, nor did he have time to recuperate properly afterward.
The wound became a hidden injury, accumulating blood stasis and causing chronic diarrhea, putting unbearable strain on his body. Now, the gunshot wound and massive bleeding have only compounded his condition. He lay pale on the hospital bed, his breathing so light it was almost inaudible. If it weren't for the faint heartbeat found after the examination, one would almost think he was already dead.
The doctor and his assistant examined Lü Jiu's injuries and vaguely discerned what had happened to him, causing them to be shocked and horrified every now and then.
The subsequent removal of the bullet and treatment of the wound were carried out with utmost care, with everyone barely daring to breathe, for fear that the wounded might die in their hands.
However, despite their best medical skills, Lü Jiu still did not wake up.
Due to hypothermia caused by drowning, Lü Jiu developed a high fever before even reaching the clinic, and the doctors had to administer strong medication to bring the temperature down.
Unexpectedly, that night, Lü Jiu developed a high fever again and began to talk nonsense in a daze.
The doctor rushed in from the inner room and heard a few words mumbled from Lü Jiu's mouth. He immediately understood and couldn't help but sigh inwardly. He carefully said to Cen's uncle, whose face was as dark as water, "I'm afraid the injured person is determined to die, which is why he doesn't want to wake up."
"Have you decided to die?" Uncle Cen grabbed Lü Jiu by the collar, suddenly roaring in fury, "What gives you the right?"
"Do you know that after receiving the news, half of the old man's black hair turned white overnight! Do you know that the old lady fainted on the spot due to heart palpitations and was rushed to the hospital, where she was barely saved! Neither of them had any intention of dying, so tell me, what gives you the right!?"
"You and your bastard father have been accomplices to evil deeds around Luofu Temple, committing countless atrocities and harming countless people! Now you want to die easily? Let me tell you, there's no such thing as a free lunch! You have to live today whether you want to or not!"
The others listening nearby were terrified. Uncle Cen threw Lü Jiu hard onto the bed, wiped his face vigorously, and raised his arm: "Give him the medicine."
This drug is certainly not an ordinary one; it's imported from overseas and resembles non-compliant adrenaline. It can significantly enhance the body's physiological functions in a short period of time, but it can also cause serious burdens and side effects on the body after the effects wear off.
The doctors were blocked and unable to stop it, so they could only watch helplessly as the needle was injected into Lü Jiu's body.
After half an injection, Lü Jiu didn't react. Cen's uncle frowned and told them to push the medicine all the way down.
After one injection, there was still no response, so Uncle Cen did not hesitate to have them give another injection.
After receiving the third injection, Lü Jiu suddenly opened his eyes, struggled to lie on the edge of the bed, and vomited a mouthful of blood. Then he began to convulse and twitch all over his body, rolling around involuntarily.
The veins on his temples bulged, as if he were enduring unimaginable pain. His agonizing screams nearly tore the eardrums of those around him, and the two burly officers almost couldn't hold him down.
After screaming and enduring pain, Lü Jiu finally regained consciousness in the latter half of the night. His entire body, including the bedsheets, was soaked with sweat, and he stared blankly at the ceiling.
Fearing he was dehydrated, the doctor tried to help him up to drink some water, but as soon as he touched his shoulder, the man recoiled violently as if he had been electrocuted, looking at the doctor and pleadingly saying, "It hurts."
Having narrowly escaped death, Lü Jiu's once robust physique was almost completely ruined, and he even needed assistance to get out of bed and walk.
My personality was also affected. I used to love squinting and faking a smile, but during those days my lips were tight, and I would often stare blankly at the gloomy sky, looking dazed, not knowing what I was thinking.
Luo Futu died, most of his men were captured, and a few have been sent to be arrested.
Behind him lies the trade in prohibited goods and human trafficking, involving a complex and powerful network of forces. Retaliation is inevitable, and Uncle Cen must return to his family as soon as possible to discuss countermeasures.
Before leaving, he tried to forcibly take Lü Jiu away.
Lu Jiu remained silent for a long time, then turned to look at Cen's uncle, raising an eyebrow and curling his lips: "My injuries haven't healed yet, and the journey is too arduous. I'll only die on the way, wasting the rare and precious materials that the governor went to so much trouble to find."
"So it's better for me to stay here, so that the old man and woman won't get so angry that they'll have a stroke if they see me."
Cen's uncle looked at him with an ambiguous expression: "Stay here? You want to run away?"
"..." Lu Jiu smiled, "With its legs standing on me, does the Governor still want to tell it where it goes?"
In truth, Uncle Cen did not believe that Lü Jiu still had the strength to flee in fear of punishment. However, upon hearing these reckless words, he was still provoked and his brows twitched. He turned to his adjutant and coldly ordered, "You stay here and keep a close watch on him. He is not allowed to go anywhere! Once his injuries have healed, escort him directly to Xingzhou."
Seeing Cen's uncle walk out without looking back, Lü Jiu suddenly cupped his hands into a megaphone shape and shouted with a grin, "That's not true, Commander! It's not enough to just keep an eye on me. Although I work for Luo Futu, I'm mostly forced by him and have formed a very deep camaraderie with the other victims! If you don't take care of them, they'll come to save me sooner or later!"
Cen's uncle listened to his nonsense.
He had already investigated and found that during his time as a judge, Lü Jiu was known for his autocratic and ruthless nature, offending countless people. Aside from those he needed to curry favor with, he was arrogant and sarcastic towards everyone else, earning him a notoriously poor reputation in Haidu. Apart from the fourth son of the Gu family, he had no close friends.
If Lü Jiu were ever to be dethroned, those who knew him would only applaud and cheer loudly.
"Hey! Hey! Don't you believe me?!" Seeing his disdain, Lü Jiu continued with a smile, "Luofutu is much more disgusting than ordinary bad people. That old geezer is keen on 'raising' those he has harmed into his own people. Aren't I a spitting image of that?"
"You captured and killed Luofutu's men, but I bet you were completely unprepared for those poor bastards locked up in the dungeon courtyard. I estimate you've already sent a large number of them out. Just wait, in less than half a month, they'll definitely cause trouble."
Just as Lü Jiu said, it wouldn't even take half a month.
A trafficker escaped back to his hometown amidst the chaos, only to find it in the midst of a famine, with his family lacking food. His parents were also seriously ill and starving, so he traveled overnight to other villages to scout out potential locations, eventually targeting an elderly person left behind in the village.
He sneaked in to steal things late at night when no one was around, but was discovered by an old man who happened to wake up, which led to a heated argument.
Finally, the old man was killed, and the boy returned home with a bundle stained with human blood. He grinned smugly and presented the bundle to his hungry parents with both hands. His parents screamed in terror, which attracted the attention of the villagers who reported it to the authorities.
Similar incidents of arson, murder, and looting surged by a dozen or twenty in just a few days, with nearly 90% of the perpetrators being people with deformed or mutilated limbs. Some even used the promise of longevity to secretly sell the fruit of the red poppy, and within five days, the black market had grown to a considerable size.
When caught and interrogated, they looked bewildered and innocent, claiming that this was the way to survive.
Innocent victims are transformed into cruel and naive perpetrators, spreading like locusts across the land and sowing evil, which is simply shocking.
Undoubtedly, Cen's uncle was shocked by Luofutu's sinister actions. Upon receiving the news, he immediately sent people to contact local military officers to arrest these potential criminals.
He recalled Lü Jiu's confident smile on his sickbed and felt a chill run down his spine.
It was at this time that Lü Jiu sent a message to the Cen family via his adjutant, who was monitoring him.
—None of those victims should be let off the hook.
"But we are clearly the victims, we did nothing!"
The kidnapped boy, his eyes bloodshot with rage, roared at Lü Jiu, the leader, tears of anguish welling in his eyes.
He was abducted for many years, suffered endless torment and beatings, and lived a life worse than a dog. He finally returned home and reunited with his haggard parents. He finally escaped that hell and saw hope again.
He did nothing wrong after being rescued—no murder, no theft, no selling flowers. He lived an honest and down-to-earth life, and just the day before yesterday he found a job copying for others. He could see a hope for survival, and he even tried to ignore his crippled leg. Why did they treat him like this? What did he do wrong?!
Lu Jiu remained silent for a while, then approached Guai'er and asked in a low voice, "How much can one sheep sell for? Where can I sell it?"
Without hesitation, Guai'er rattled off a string of numbers and then listed several ways to sell the items.
Lu Jiu lowered his eyelashes, his expression falling into shadow, making it impossible to see clearly. All that could be heard was his playful chuckle: "If you have no money and a rich person passes by in a sedan chair, what's the fastest way to beg for money?"
The kidnapper answered even faster than the previous question: "Pretend to be a beggar, go up to him and ask, observe his temperament. Kind-hearted people are the easiest to deal with, that's fine..."
He suddenly noticed the mixed expressions on the faces of the officers and soldiers around him—some shocked and disgusted, others filled with regret and sighs. He abruptly realized what was happening, a chill ran down his spine, and he changed his tune, protesting, "That's not true! I didn't do it! I swear I would never do it, even if it meant my death!"
Luofu ordered his men to take red-hot iron rods and whip those who couldn't answer. One person with a bad memory was even beaten to death in this way.
He has to remember. He just knows, he just remembers, he won't actually do it!
“But we can’t afford to gamble.” Lu Jiu smiled slightly, whether speaking to him or to himself, every word carried a chilling coldness, “There must never be a second Luofutu in this world.”
Guai'er looked into his eyes, panicked, and struggled wildly under the soldiers' grasp, crying and shouting, "Lü Jiu! Lü Jiu! My parents have been looking for me for ten whole years, I've made them worry for ten whole years, I have to go back! I haven't even had a chance to be filial to them yet! I will hate you for the rest of my life, Lü Jiu—!"
Lu Jiu paused, then turned around and laughed, "Fine, hate me then."
That was his sin.
He indiscriminately arrested everyone who had been "educated" by Luofu, forcing them to bid farewell to their loved ones again, with the elderly mourning their young, their hearts breaking with grief.
Those who were captured were executed, while those who had not committed any crimes were left with nowhere to go and were imprisoned in the Luofu Temple's den. The victims hated this place intensely, yet they could not leave even in death; their newborn children had to be sent outside, never to see each other again, whether in life or in death.
Lu Jiu didn't go back to the Cen family or Haidu. He stayed in this place and never went out again. He could hear those people cursing almost every day. They used all sorts of vile and offensive language, cursing from morning till night without stopping.
To prevent him from being beaten to death, the Cen family arranged two bodyguards for him, but they couldn't stop those people from being extremely familiar with the place.
Sometimes Lü Jiu would find nails in his food, or pull out strands of poisonous weeds; sometimes poisonous snakes would crawl out of the rice jar; sometimes there would be animal traps hidden at the door; and sometimes the house would catch fire in the middle of the night.
Whenever he passed by the entrance of a village or town, countless dark and resentful eyes would be cast upon him, and Lü Jiu seemed to be able to see a message in their eyes.
—If you don't die, we won't be able to rest in peace.
Whether you hate it or are in unbearable pain, life still goes on as usual.
The villagers had no worries about food and clothing; whatever they needed, the guards would help them purchase it. But in such a dark and isolated place, they couldn't stay idle.
Lü Jiu was too vigilant; they couldn't kill him off quickly enough, so they simply picked up hoes, cleared farmland, and planted vegetables and fruits. Some people set up a stage and performed circus acts and acrobatics. Since they had taken turns being the main performers at the theater, singing and performing were second nature to them, and it gradually became a trend.
Humans are truly highly adaptable creatures.
In the sixth year since they were brought back, the damaged houses were gradually repaired, the fields were full of abundant crops, and some families started raising chickens, ducks, pigs, and even oxen.
During holidays, the villagers would celebrate together, with dozens of people sitting around a bonfire, chatting and laughing, eating meat and drinking wine. When the mood struck, they would rush onto the stage to join in the singing and acting, and for a time, the desolate and gloomy village would become lively and bustling.
On the winter solstice of that year, Cen's uncle also came.
After not seeing Lü Jiu for six years, he almost didn't recognize him when they met again. Lü Jiu no longer had the vigorous and upright figure he once had. He was incredibly thin, and his skin was sickly pale, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.
But this man's mouth was still as annoying as ever. Seeing that Uncle Cen didn't speak, he raised his eyebrows and grinned, teasingly saying, "Please forgive me, I didn't know the Governor was pregnant and forgot to prepare a gift."
Following his meaningful gaze, Uncle Cen looked at his own round belly and immediately understood what "pregnancy" meant. His face darkened instantly, and he slapped Lü Jiu on the back of the head.
He didn't exert much force, but Lü Jiu seemed to lose his balance and suddenly fell forward, lying on the ground gasping for breath and coughing violently.
The soldiers came over to help him up, but Lü Jiu waved them away. He kicked his feet several times on the ground, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and his hands, which were supporting him on the ground, trembled. He lost his balance and fell down again.
Cen's uncle was startled and quickly pulled him up. Unexpectedly, as soon as Lü Jiu stood up, he clutched his chest and cried out in pain, pretending to be pitiful and demanding a drink.
Uncle Cen assumed he was just acting and dismissed him with a dark expression. But Lü Jiu was thick-skinned and shameless, chasing after him and begging five, six, seven, eight, nine, or even ten times until he finally gave in, much to Lü Jiu's annoyance.
The two sat on a rooftop drinking together, where they could see the villagers laughing and chatting.
Seeing the commotion in the village, Cen's uncle asked him, "You wanted to drink? Why didn't you have someone bring you some?"
Lu Jiu said casually, "If I get drunk here, I'll probably never wake up. Besides, alcohol is so expensive. I could save that money and buy a lot of grain."
Knowing that Lü Jiu had used all his savings to support the villagers, Cen's uncle asked, "How much money do you have left?"
Upon hearing this, Lü Jiu's eyes lit up, and he stretched out his hand: "There's not much left. If I had known that the Governor was so wealthy, generous, and kind-hearted, would you have been willing to help out a little?"
Cen's uncle slapped his palm: "Get out."
Lu Jiu waved his hand: "So stingy."
"I thought you'd be depressed here, but it seems you're living a carefree and leisurely life." Uncle Cen took a sip of wine, his meaning ambiguous.
Lu Jiu paused, then raised an eyebrow: "Judging from your tone, you seem unsatisfied?"
Cen's uncle remained silent.
Lü Jiu asked again, "Do you still hate me?"
Cen's uncle retorted, "What good will it do to hate you?"
There was no denial.
Lü Jiu smiled, seemingly unsurprised: "That's true."
Those two bodyguards only intervened when he was on the verge of death. While they claimed to be protecting his safety, wasn't that also a form of imprisonment?
Uncle Cen left after only a few sips of his drink. Watching his retreating figure, Lü Jiu suddenly raised his voice and asked, "Governor! If I die one day, could you help me keep an eye on these people? You know, if they escape, they'll cause a huge mess!"
Uncle Cen left decisively, without looking back or responding. With war raging outside and the situation chaotic, and this not being his territory, staying too long might arouse suspicion. He could at most send someone to guard the area; he had no time to concern himself with their daily needs.
In other words, he still couldn't let go of the resentment in his heart.
Just now, when Lü Jiu wanted to ask the old man about their health, he was interrupted repeatedly. It was obvious that he didn't want Lü Jiu to have anything to do with the Cen family anymore. He was only here to see if the kidnapper's bastard child was dead or not.
Lu Jiu stared at his retreating figure for a long time before turning away and silently drinking.
He drank a lot, and since his uncle from the Cen family didn't give any instructions before leaving, the bodyguards gave him more without any hesitation.
Finally, the bottles piled up on the roof, rolled down the bricks and tiles, and shattered into pieces under the moonlight, littering the ground.
Hearing the noise, Lü Jiu shuddered, turned around with bleary eyes, beckoned his bodyguards, and told them to take him away.
He stood on the ground, looking around. The surroundings were deserted and desolate, a stark contrast to the bustling activity in the distance.
He looked at his own body again; he was skin and bones and looked like he was about to die. Suddenly, he really wanted to go to the river to see the whale.
Thinking this way, Lü Jiu left; he had always been willful and reckless.
The place was quite far, and he stumbled his way to his destination, covered in sweat. The riverbank was slippery with mud and sand, so he walked carefully. After a few steps, he suddenly heard a lot of noisy footsteps behind him.
The bodyguards had guns, but they couldn't withstand a group of people rushing in. When they were subdued, they didn't even have time to draw their guns.
"Go to hell!"
With a triumphant shout, Lü Jiu was pushed into the river by several hands vying for his attention.
He reacted quickly, reaching out to grab the riverbank immediately, but his fingers slipped and he couldn't hold on very well.
The icy river water surged against his back, covering his mouth and nose, causing Lü Jiu to cough uncontrollably. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his fingers. He looked up and, through the churning water, saw several feet crushing his fingers, and several faces filled with hatred.
In that instant, Lü Jiu thought of many things, or perhaps he thought of nothing at all.
He suddenly burst into laughter, let go of her hand, and allowed himself to sink to the bottom of the river.
There were no whales in the river, only a stinking pile of corpses. Several skeletal arms protruded from the pile, swaying with the current and pulling him down.
...
A beautiful and melodious opera tune drifted from somewhere.
The voice laughed and sang softly and off-key.
"I can't remember, that glass of wine from before..."
"For twenty years, Bao Xu has kept his promise, hoping that Wu Tou Ma Jiao will eventually come to my rescue. I leave this letter here, and keep it close to your heart."
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At the same time, at the Red Shadow Theater.
Although Xie Xubai's spirit is in the play, some of his consciousness remains outside the play, wary of the system's resurgence and possible accidents.
When a powerful aura enveloped the theater, he immediately sensed it. His main consciousness returned to his body, and he raised an eyebrow to look over, only to find Yan Shuo's stern face.
Xie Xubai, who had been immersed in the role for eight years, couldn't help but sway for a moment. The next second, he quickly came back to his senses and subconsciously asked, "You... it's so late, why is President Yan here?"
Hearing his form of address, Yan Shuo frowned, wanting to get him to change his way of addressing him but unable to find a reason to do so.
Yan Shuo turned to look at the stage, or rather, "looked" at the entire Hongyin Ancient Town, and said indifferently, "Some fool has stolen the secretary of Shengtian Group. The work has piled up and can't be carried out. Several department managers have come to me to complain, and we've been arguing non-stop."
His tone was quite displeased and cold; every word he uttered seemed to shake the ancient town.
Xie Xubai suddenly remembered that he was also an employee of Shengtian Group and had been "on field duty" for several months without reporting to the company. Feeling a little guilty, he adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses.
But Yan Shuo didn't seem to intend to pursue the matter.
Xie Xubai steadied himself in the reflection of his gold-rimmed glasses.
As the play drew to a close, it still didn't explain why Lü Xiangcai was trapped in Shengtian Group, and Lü Xiangcai himself seemed to have no recollection of it. He paused briefly, then earnestly asked, "Would you mind telling me why Lü Xiangcai is trapped in Shengtian Group?"
Author's Note:
*From "Jinlu Quci"
For twenty years, Bao Xu has kept his promise, hoping that Wu Tou Ma Jiao (a legendary figure known for his cunning and resourcefulness) will eventually come to his rescue. I place this letter in your heart, for I too have been adrift for so long. For ten years, I have failed to repay your profound kindness, even in the face of death, to my teachers and friends.
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