Chapter 48
Meng Yingying sat on the ground, her expression turning cold. She felt she was soon close to the answer—the answer to all the questions that had fascinated her ever since she transmigrated into the book.
Perhaps everything will be resolved here, she looked up at the horizon.
Meng Yingying felt calm. Was Shang Mang the final boss? She summoned the Calamity Sword and held it in her hand. The Calamity Sword wasn't heavy, no wonder she felt so familiar with it. It turned out she had used this sword in her previous life. Meng Yingying stroked the sword, her eyes wandering. What should she do if she couldn't get out of this world?
Exhausted, Meng Yingying put down her sword and covered her face with her hands.
The door swayed in the wind, and Meng Yingying stood up. She was nearly startled by what she saw; a person was standing outside, motionless, just a blurry figure. The person was thin. Meng Yingying slowed her movements and stealthily touched the hilt of her sword.
A lone figure and a shadowy figure stood motionless, neither making a move. Meng Yingying dared not relax her guard, her eyes wide open, lest the person be right in front of her in the blink of an eye.
The man seemed to hesitate for a long time. Finally, Meng Yingying saw a small shadow cast on him. He raised his hand. Before he could knock on the door, Meng Yingying opened the door and slashed down with her sword. Before she could see the man clearly, she felt a resistance and couldn't muster any strength. Meng Yingying tilted her head to the side.
I saw a familiar face.
She exclaimed in surprise, "Shou Changyue?"
Shou Changyue held her wooden sword between his hands, pushing it back without moving an inch. Looking at the sword, he spoke eerily, "After all this time, your strength is still so great."
Meng Yingying withdrew the calamity, and before she could even understand the meaning of those words, she said, "I am the Guardian Star."
Upon hearing this, Meng Yingying looked at him strangely: "You were looking for me?"
Shou Changxing looked at her strangely as well: "Can't? You live in my house, do I need to tell you before I look for you?"
Meng Yingying coughed lightly; this person's emotional intelligence was terrifyingly low.
"Even if you hadn't told me, I couldn't imagine what you wanted from me," she said calmly. Shou Changxing was much taller and stronger than her, which was really unusual for his age.
Meng Yingying secretly pondered what her chances of winning would be if they were to fight.
Shou Changxing raised his chin slightly and stared at her for a long time. Meng Yingying thought that he must be thinking about which place to hit faster. She couldn't help but make a hand seal.
“Teach me swordsmanship,” he said.
Meng Yingying summoned the Calamity Sword, holding it horizontally in front of her chest: "Come on." Shou Changxing looked at her wooden sword, and Meng Yingying, having clearly heard his words, remained perfectly still, saying with effortless ease, "Teach you swordsmanship? Ah? Oh, okay."
Shou Changxing: "Let's begin now."
He pushed Meng Yingying into the courtyard, and she asked, sword in hand, "What do you want to learn?"
Shou Changxing answered blankly, "It's permissible to kill."
Upon hearing this, Meng Yingying was struck by the intense anger she exuded at such a young age. She brandished her sword, declaring, "To learn swordsmanship, one must first cultivate one's mind." Each of her movements seemed etched deep within her heart, each strike smooth, beautiful, and dignified.
“Swords look cool, right? But learning to use them is not easy at all.” Meng Yingying blurted out as she swung her sword. As soon as she said this, she and Shou Changxing were both stunned.
Why did that sentence sound so familiar? She was distracted, and her swordplay faltered. Meng Yingying sheathed her sword: "Today isn't a good day to teach you swordsmanship. How about we learn tomorrow?"
Shou Changxing looked at her, and Meng Yingying saw the look in his eyes—a look she had seen in both of theirs before, in Shang Mang and Zhou Xiuqi. It was as if they were seeing someone familiar.
Meng Yingying turned and left. She didn't want to think about anything anymore; she needed to rest.
But just as she turned around, Shou Changxing called out to her, "Get out of here now, or you'll never get out."
Meng Yingying turned around: "What do you mean by this?"
Shou Changxing pointed to the sky: "Two more nights, the night the village was wiped out. No one from this place can escape on that night."
Meng Yingying: "You...you're telling me all this? Don't you hate outsiders?"
Shou Changxing curled her lips into a smile: "It's all fake, just to fool my silly brother."
"This place is no longer the Xinghua Village it once was, and I am no longer the Shouchangxing I once was."
"Leave this place. I'm telling you this now." He turned and walked away, leaving Meng Yingying standing there. When he was far enough away, she lowered her head and whispered, "Consider it repaying you, Master."
Meng Yingying's mind went blank. She stood motionless, only to be brought back to reality by the footsteps behind her. Kong Fusheng asked in confusion, "Senior Meng? Weren't you going to rest?"
Meng Yingying looked hesitant, but after a moment's hesitation, she decided to speak. She told them everything that had just happened.
Xiao Zheyu asked, "Did he seek you out to learn swordsmanship just to tell you this?"
Meng Yingying was now confused. Tan Yuhua had come to her, and now Shou Changxing had also come to say these things. Should she believe them? Could she really trust the words of the people in the Dead's Lair? Meng Yingying dared not believe them.
Meng Yingying did not answer, so Zhou Xiuqi took her hand and felt her pulse. Sure enough, her pulse was weakening.
Zhou Xiuqi said, "Go and rest."
Meng Yingying said, "But..."
Zhou Xiuqi looked at her: "You need to rest."
Meng Yingying had no choice but to obediently walk in. The group followed her in and then watched her lie down.
She had no choice but to obediently close her eyes, her brain entering a state of dormancy. Surrounded by so many people, like a big family, she felt a warmth and sense of security she had never felt before.
Xiao Zheyu saw her face clearly. Meng Yingying herself didn't know that her face was frighteningly pale, her lips were also colorless, she was thin, and her oval face was bloodless, as if she would die at any moment.
She had her hair in a bun, and even in her sleep, her brows remained furrowed. Xiao Zheyu reached out and smoothed her brows.
“She’s very tired,” Xiao Zheyu said. Ever since she met Meng Yingying, she felt that Meng Yingying’s every move was very steady. She was never impulsive. She appeared cheerful, but her emotions were always stable. She rarely got angry and was mostly thinking. Her eyebrows were furrowed.
It seemed like something was troubling her.
Zhou Xiuqi looked at Meng Yingying, raised his hand and tapped her forehead. He said, "Let's go out."
Xiao Zheyu watched as Meng Yingying's expression relaxed, and then followed Zhou Xiuqi away.
Zhou Xiuqi went outside and said, "I need to go up the mountain."
Xiao Zheyu seemed to sense what he wanted to do: "Let's go together."
Xiao Zheyu looked at Cong Rong: "Cong Rong, you stay here and watch over Meng Yuan. Don't let anything else get close to her."
Cong Rong had no objection: "Yes."
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