Chapter 66
"!!!"
Yan Shuo's sudden move was completely unexpected by Xie Xubai.
The gaze cast down from above was intense and piercing, as if it could penetrate the white mist. The already deep voice deepened further, inexplicably revealing the bloodthirstiness of a predatory beast, sending chills down Xie Xubai's spine.
He quickly scanned his surroundings out of the corner of his eye.
The thousand-faced creatures that had been standing a hundred meters away all stopped eating, their gaping maws fixed on his direction, staring at him menacingly for an unknown amount of time.
Xie Xubai's heart skipped a beat, and he reflexively pulled away from Yan Shuo's hand, wanting to withdraw from the world of consciousness.
But Yan Shuo realized his intention and grabbed his wrist, pinning it to the seat, his dark purple veins bulging on the back of his hand.
The gold-rimmed glasses, which had been tilted up slightly, snapped back into place amidst the struggle, resting on the young man's face.
Xie Xubai suddenly heard a very abrupt low laugh, but it was fleeting, as quick as a bubble.
Yan Shuo's voice carried its usual indifference, and he said ambiguously, "Am I just a stone in front of you? Or do you think that no matter how you tempt me, I will remain unmoved?"
He stared at the young man's bewildered expression, and the thought that he was the one who had provoked this unusual emotion filled him with a strange impulse.
—I want to make the young man more flustered and confused, to make him completely release his uneasy self, and ideally, to never put on that cautious and careful shell in front of him again.
At the same time, Xie Xubai also found himself unable to leave, and cold sweat seeped out from his back one after another.
He tried to struggle several more times, his well-defined fingers scraping hard against the man's hard palm, only to find that Yan Shuo's breathing paused and then became more and more rapid!
grass.
The usually well-mannered Xie Xubai cursed inwardly for the first time.
He looked up and met Yan Shuo's dark gaze, knowing that the man was waiting for his response.
But the other party remained calm and composed, displaying an air of certainty that he had his prey firmly under his control.
Struggling? It's useless.
Insults? Useless.
Pretending to feel nothing and remain indifferent? That won't work either.
He is currently in a spiritual form, still in a state of emptiness, and can be easily exposed and revealed.
With his fingers held captive by Yan Shuo and unable to reach him, Xie Xubai could only bite his lip, using the pain to maintain his composure and rationality, racking his brains for a solution.
He is in a rather passive and dangerous situation.
Even if he utters a single wrong word or reveals a flaw, the other party will pounce on him like a vicious wolf and bite him hard in the throat!
Suddenly, Xie Xubai's gaze swept over the flower field not far away, and he abruptly stopped.
Just then, a gentle breeze unexpectedly brushed against his face and parted his lips.
The man's clearly displeased voice followed: "Don't let your spirit be injured in the world of consciousness."
What?
Xie Xubai belatedly pursed his lips.
He only snapped out of his reverie when he felt a sharp sting on his lower lip. He realized that he had been so focused on his thoughts that he hadn't noticed how hard he had bitten his lip, almost causing it to bleed.
But that's not the point. The point is that the man actually thought of reminding him at a time like this?
This person, no, this god, He is simply—
Xie Xubai had a moment of clarity in his mind, his heart was beating faster and faster, and his chest was aching.
But it wasn't just fear; there was also a hint of excitement at seeing a chance to escape.
He closed his eyes and said calmly, "You just said that I can be afraid of you anywhere, but not here."
"—Was it just a casual remark?"
Yan Shuo's lowered upper body came to an abrupt halt, his gaze moving down to silently fix on the young man's calm eyes.
Xie Xubai stared directly into the man's eyes and said clearly, "Don't tell me you didn't notice I was afraid."
"..." Yan Shuo's aura grew increasingly oppressive, as if he were about to eat but had his mouth suddenly covered.
But the grip on the young man's hand loosened slightly.
Xie Xubai discovered that his stiff and numb fingers could actually move again.
Like a calm sea suddenly being swept by a raging torrent, it caught everyone off guard, and made their hearts pound like drums.
Yan Shuo, Yan Shuo... This name is not unfamiliar. He is the boss of Shengtian Group and their direct superior.
Xie Xubai quickly recalled those few incidents that happened within the company.
Leaving aside the senior executives who were purged and then revived, all employees below the fifth floor of the company received triple compensation when they were dismissed, and Yan Shuo also used his personal account to distribute bonuses and benefits.
Yan Shuo would also prevent the small tentacles from causing a major problem, rather than standing by and watching coldly.
So it's not an illusion; in this alienated world, the gods before us are still obeying the rules!
This gave him a sudden sense of disbelief, as if he were glimpsing a cluster of civilized buildings in a wild and chaotic primeval jungle.
There is also a sense of relief in accidentally discovering the weakness of a ferocious beast, thus being able to calmly face its fangs.
Xie Xubai decided to take it a step further.
Instead of breaking free, the released fingers boldly gripped the man's hand, their cold sweat pressing against each other's palms, conveying their warmth.
Xie Xubai lowered his eyelashes and said gently, "I know what you want to do, but you should know that I am not as powerful as you, and my spiritual body is very weak. I cannot withstand your power at all."
"If you recklessly indulge your desires, without a doubt, I will die. Is that what you want to see?"
Upon hearing the word "death," Yan Shuo's brows furrowed instantly, and he scoffed, "Don't worry, you won't die."
Even if the soul is shattered into pieces, He has a way to piece it back together; it just takes a little more effort.
However, Xie Xubai's words reminded Yan Shuo.
The opponent's spiritual body is very weak, like those flowers; no matter how he controls his strength, there is always a risk of being injured.
In reality, the body can't handle it either.
As if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head, Yan Shuo released Xie Xubai with a sullen face.
The large shadows receded, and Xie Xubai's vision cleared, allowing him to see the thunder in the sky again.
Several streaks of silvery light flashed swiftly across the dark clouds, then crashed down on the earth, blasting out several jagged craters.
Thud! Thud! ...
It was clear that the man was quite annoyed.
Xie Xubai couldn't help but think of Ping An sulking and banging his tail on the ground.
But Yan Shuo was clearly not as easily persuaded as Ping An. After pondering for a moment, he suddenly said, "Then I'll wait until you become a god."
—Alright, before becoming a god, I must find a way to escape.
Xie Xubai thought calmly.
Although he had no romantic experience, he had been working in society for many years and was quite knowledgeable.
However, when faced with a man's blatant appetite, sexual orientation becomes a minor issue.
Yan Shuo was usually as cold as a snow-capped mountain that never melts. He never thought that Yan Shuo would be interested in him—they were not even the same species.
Would a lion find a wolf attractive? Would a fox kiss a rabbit?
It was clearly those glasses that caught the other person's attention... Could it be transference?
But isn't it a bit too much to transfer one's fondness for glasses onto a person?
Had he known this would happen, Xie Xubai wouldn't have been so "outrageous" just now.
Yan Shuo glanced at him as if he had sensed something, and suddenly raised his finger.
The Mirror of Time shifted forward, directly in front of Xie Xubai, blocking his impulse to run away immediately.
At that time, young Xie Xubai huddled behind Xie Yuchun's thighs, clutching the hem of her clothes, looking terrified.
Xie Yuchun encouraged him, "Goodness, there are all sorts of people in this society. If you only know how to hide from people, how will you deal with them in the future?"
Yan Shuo said indifferently, "That's true. What great things can someone who only knows how to hide accomplish?"
Xie Xubai: "..."
The next second, Xie Yuchun's expression turned extremely serious, and even a bit cold: "There are also those hypocrites who are well disguised. They look harmless and kind on the surface, but their minds are full of bad thoughts. Only by being cautious and probing their weaknesses can we avoid getting hurt and deliver a fatal blow."
"Bad thoughts refer to wanting to hurt others, hurting you... If you encounter that kind of scumbag who suddenly pops up and tries to take off your clothes or touch your body, just run away, come back and tell your mother, and your mother will twist his head off, understand?"
Yan Shuo's serious expression froze before it could even fade.
Xie Xubai paused for a moment, then quickly turned his face to the other side, but after trying for a long time, he still couldn't suppress the upturned corners of his mouth.
There was no laughter, but it was deafening.
Yan Shuo twitched his lips and lifted his eyelids.
The last god who dared to laugh at him is now fleeing and hiding in the void, not daring to reveal his true form.
As a result, before his glare could even reach Xie Xubai, he caught a glimpse of the other's upturned lips and the joyful smile in his eyes.
—Finally, I was no longer wearing a stiff mask full of suspicion, nor was I suppressing my grief and fear.
"..." Before Xie Xubai could discover him, Yan Shuo silently looked away, curiously savoring the inexplicable feeling in his heart.
The children in the Time-Space Realm looked up, bewildered.
He was still very young, and his brain was not fully developed. The world he saw was clearly colored; black was black, and white was white.
Even when her mother switched to simpler, more understandable language, she still couldn't comprehend the earnest teachings and the sordid, dark side of the situation.
The woman repeated the instructions several times in different ways until the child nodded as if he understood. Only then did she stop, pat his head, and encourage him with a smile to play with the other children in the park.
After the child walked past, glancing back every few steps, the woman suddenly pressed her fist to her lips, desperately trying to suppress a cough.
Her face was deathly pale, and her chest heaved up and down like a fish dying of oxygen deprivation on the shore, its mouth agape in agony.
In Xie Xubai's memory, his mother would die of a serious illness in no more than three years.
The woman seemed to have a premonition about this as well, her eyes revealing deep worry and an urgent sense of impending crisis.
She knew, of course, that those teachings were too early for the child in front of her.
But her time was running out, and when the world eats people, it doesn't discriminate based on age.
Yan Shuo then fell silent, and Xie Xubai remained silent as well, gazing intently at the childhood memories that were so precious to him.
Even with the pain mixed with knowing the ending, he still found joy in it.
Yan Shuo did not show Xie Xubai the scene of Xie Yuchun's final passing.
After an unknown amount of time, my heavy eyelids finally couldn't help but tremble uncontrollably.
Xie Xubai gritted his teeth and mustered his strength. In the last moment before falling into a deep sleep, he said goodbye to Yan Shuo as usual and then withdrew from the other's world of consciousness.
Unbeknownst to him, the very next second after he closed his eyes, dark tentacles surged up like a tide, carefully pulling his weary body back to the center of the flower field.
Yan Shuo didn't move the flowers, but only the soil beneath them, causing them to shift positions and creating a space where a person could lie down amidst the dense and lush flowerbed.
Mental strength can be nurtured and cultivated.
Originally, Yan Shuo's spiritual power was too violent, and no person, thing, or god could withstand it.
However, a field of flowers inexplicably bloomed in the desolate world of consciousness, making violence no longer pure and miraculously adding a touch of tolerance and gentleness.
Yan Shuo sat silently beside him.
Only when the young man's tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed as his mental energy recovered did he move his fingers, take off the gold-rimmed glasses that had caused the trouble, and hang them in the pocket of the young man's shirt.
Then, without turning his head, he reached out, smashed the soundproof barrier, and pulled out the little tentacles that were fast asleep inside.
Without any soundproof barrier, the little tentacles woke up almost instantly.
Upon seeing Yan Shuo, its little face fell.
Upon seeing Xie Xubai, it excitedly lunged forward.
Bye-bye! Bye... Waaah!
Yan Shuo swiftly pulled it back and said calmly, "Don't wake him."
The tiny, sharp tentacle that was being grabbed reflexively wanted to slap him, but stopped immediately upon hearing this.
Yan Shuo also placed a soundproof barrier on Xie Xubai, as well as a sleep-inducing spell. As long as the little tentacles don't drag people up and down, the other party won't wake up easily.
He glanced around at the covetous thousand-faced monster, the churning lightning above, and the restless earth beneath his feet, and said calmly, "I have to go out for a bit. You stay here and watch over him. Don't let any consciousnesses get close. Take him out when his mental strength has fully recovered."
The tiny tentacle poked Xie Xubai's wrist with its sharp tip, and sure enough, it sensed the other's lack of mental energy. Surprisingly, it listened to him: "Okay."
Yan Shuo's consciousness withdrew from the world of consciousness and returned to its original form in the real world.
Looking at the quiet, empty office, his gaze unconsciously turned cold, and he raised his finger.
A pitch-black rift, resembling a spatial dimension, appeared in mid-air, but its appearance seemed to have disturbed something invisibly, and the opening was trembling and contracting.
Countless pitch-black tentacles appeared out of thin air, cold and slippery, with menacing suckers, and a chilling white mist filled the air.
Unlike their gentle demeanor towards Xie Xubai, these tentacles revealed their ferocious side without any hesitation, grabbing the edge of the crack's opening and tearing it apart with lightning speed until a gap large enough for a person to enter was created!
Yan Shuo looked at the time tunnel in front of him and stepped into it expressionlessly.
To avoid upsetting Xie Xubai, he didn't tell him that Xie Yuchun had a well-proportioned face, high and long eyebrows, and bright eyes, which meant she was destined to live past 100.
However, at the same time, a thick black aura of death enveloped the woman's midsection, indicating that there was an external cause causing her lifespan to be shortened.
There is something else that Xie Xubai might not be able to bear if he knew about it.
Neither Xie Yuchun nor Fu Zong are related to him by blood.
Yan Shuo originally wanted to trace Xie Xubai's true blood relatives, but unexpectedly encountered a force that was obstructing him in every way when he used the Time and Space Realm.
That power was not weak; it was very strong, strong enough to rival him.
Therefore, many seemingly complete images are actually incomplete.
— Xie Xubai's background is not that simple.
Yan Shuo had never encountered this situation before.
But he's not one to tolerate things.
Since he wasn't allowed to see it, he decided to go back and see for himself the truth.
On the other side, after Yan Shuo left, the little tentacle "grinded" at the lightning overhead.
【You actually want to eat Bai Bai? Are you crazy? Believe me or not, I'll twist you into a pretzel! What? Not the kind of eating I'm thinking of... huh?】
Suddenly, a long, slender, fair hand reached out and pressed tightly against the small tentacle, as if trying to silence the "filthy words".
A tiny tentacle managed to peek out from between the fingers, catching a glimpse of the blush on the young man's earlobe: [Bai Bai, you're not asleep?]
"...I was asleep, but I woke up again just now after my mental energy recovered."
Xie Xubai closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. Not to mention that the little tentacles could hear those "words," the strong winds in mid-air were undisguised, which gave him a real headache.
Yan Shuo emphasizes order, but these conscious clones only act on instinct and primal impulses.
Xie Xubai had to continue treating patients tomorrow and wanted to wait until his mental strength was fully restored before going out, but within a few seconds his ears became increasingly red.
He sat bolt upright, and, unable to contain his anger any longer, shouted at the sky, "If you keep spouting nonsense, I'm not coming in this month! I'll count to 3, 3, 2—"
The thunder and wind stopped completely, and everything was as quiet as a chicken's nest.
Xie Xubai lay back down cautiously, slowly closed his eyes, and relaxed his body.
When he felt the long-lost tranquility, he was immediately filled with an indescribable emotion. Then his breathing became even, and he finally got a good night's sleep.
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