Chapter 53
Chapter 53
Even with her ears covered, the man's voice lingered in her mind, a chilling sound. Suppressing her discomfort, Meng Yingying looked at his face again. His appearance was terrifying, making her uncomfortable at first glance. Looking into his eyes, she felt a sense of familiarity.
His features were plain and unremarkable, as if they had been randomly pasted together to form a strange face. But she felt like she had seen those eyes somewhere before.
"I'm so sorry, but you all have to die." He leaned back, and only then did everyone notice that there was another person standing behind him, except that this person had no facial features.
Seeing that he was about to be pushed away, Meng Yingying looked at those hands and, without thinking for a moment, shouted, "Shou Changxing!"
The owner of the hand froze, and the person in the wheelchair paused upon hearing this. He frantically looked around, shouting, "No, don't look, don't look... Ah Xing... Ah Xing..." searching for someone's figure.
The hands behind her forcefully pushed the wheelchair shut, and they disappeared from sight. Meng Yingying, who had been unsure of the source, was now certain. She excitedly exclaimed, "It's him! It's Shou Changxing! Shou Changxing is the source! We just need to kill him to get out!"
Zhou Xiuqi looked at her quietly: "How to kill him?" Meng Yingying was stunned by his question. She said, "Do I need to be taught how to kill someone? Just kill him. Senior brother, we can leave after we kill him."
Meng Yingying looked at the group and noticed their strange expressions—fear and worry. What were they worried about? Did they not want to leave?
A cold temperature spread from her palms. She lowered her head, a tear falling onto her hand. Shang Mang held her hands, rubbing them repeatedly: "Meng Yuan, you will go out." Upon hearing the word "go out," Meng Yingying's mind was filled with thoughts of it. She shook off his hands: "You don't understand, you don't understand at all." Shang Mang watched her shake off his hands, his eyes stinging slightly.
Xiao Zheyu said, "Meng Yuan, calm down. Haven't you noticed that something's wrong with you?" Meng Yingying stared at her: "Something's wrong with me?" She looked at her hands. "The fact that I came into this world is the most wrong thing. Now that this has happened, what else is wrong?" She smiled coldly.
Maintaining the happy ending, keeping her health up, killing the villains—it's driving her crazy. She's lived two lives in this world, already died once, but still can't escape. The more she thinks about it, the more frightened she becomes. Does this mean she can't get out? Does it mean she'll never see her grandmother again? She dares not think too deeply, dares not even entertain herself with such thoughts.
Meng Yingying squatted down in anguish, covering her head and saying in a disheveled state, "I'm sorry." She understood the words in her memory: she could forgive everything in the world, except herself.
As Shang Mang looked at her, her appearance became increasingly blurry and then clearer, the almost overlapping silhouettes confirming to him that Meng Yuan had never changed.
...
The streets were filled with wandering ghosts and spirits. Apart from the imperial palace, almost everyone in Lin'an was dead, and the stench of corpses permeated the air. Shang Mang, dressed in white, wandered through these places every day, looking around at the corpses in a daze until he could no longer see anyone.
Suddenly, a few sobs broke his daze. He turned his head, and a pale yellow color appeared in his black and white world. He knew who it was. He involuntarily moved towards the bright light. The closer he got, the clearer the sound became. She looked up, her cheeks wet with tears, her eyes filled with fear. She was completely unlike the fearless and resilient person who had saved Zhou Xiuqi.
She stared at him blankly for two seconds, then, realizing who it was, immediately jumped up from the ground: "Shang Mang? What are you doing here?"
Shang Mang tilted his head and grinned, "Just passing by." Whenever he showed this expression, he could sense the fear in others, but at this moment he only felt a sour and painful sensation coming from her.
Meng Yingying said with a mournful face, "Your smile looks so fake, you're wasting your face."
Shang Mang reached out, wanting to poke the wetness on her cheek, but after seeing the black fingernails, he stopped near her face: "Why are you crying?"
Meng Yingying paused, raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face: "Because I can't go home."
Shang Mang often couldn't understand what she was trying to say. This was her home: "Your home is over there," he said, pointing in a direction. Meng Yingying understood the direction he was referring to, reached out and grasped his arm, changing the direction of his finger.
“I have two homes. The one I want to go back to is very, very far away, and there’s a condition I need to meet to go back, but I failed, so I can’t go back.” She looked at the sky with disappointment. Meng Yingying sighed, then said, “Shang Mang, I’ll be a bad guy with you.”
"I've never been a bad person before, even though that's the character setting the system gave me," she muttered to herself. Shang Mang didn't understand what she meant; how could anyone want to be a bad person?
Meng Yingying said, "It's so lonely to be a bad person all by yourself. I'll keep you company." She spoke in a self-deprecating tone, and Shang Mang's false heart clenched. The ring on his hand emitted a red light and kept flashing.
Meng Yingying leaned closer in surprise: "Your ring sparkles?"
Shang Mang felt an unusual throbbing in his heart and quickly stepped back, saying, "Get out of here."
Shang Mang frowned, looking very uncomfortable, which Meng Yingying noticed. She leaned closer and asked, "What's wrong?"
Shang Mang stared at her, his red eyes cold: "Being a bad person means being pierced by a thousand arrows, having your soul scattered, and never to be redeemed..." Meng Yingying interrupted him, took his hand, and pulled out his little finger and thumb. Meng Yingying hooked her little finger with his little finger and said: "Even if my soul is scattered, I will still think of you."
“After all, we’re friends,” she said, then placed her thumb on his. Meng Yingying wasn’t happy, but she smiled and said, “Pinky promise, a hundred years from now, if you do, you’ll have to…eat shit.” She laughed as she said this.
"In this world, I have loving parents, an older brother, and a sister-in-law, but in that world, my grandmother only has me. Since I have failed and cannot go back, then... I have no reason to live."
"The people here are so kind to me, but I still want to go back. Isn't that a bad thing?" she said. Shang Mang felt that her threshold for evil was too narrow. He had killed countless people and endangered the existence of everyone. She had never harmed anyone, but just thinking about it in her heart made her a bad person.
ridiculous.
That's ridiculous.
Meng Yuan, why have you always been so foolish?
Why live such a hard life?
Shang Mang looked at her and said, "You are tolerant of everything in the world, but you are not tolerant of yourself." Meng Yingying was taken aback and asked, "How do you know that?"
Shang Mang lowered his eyes. "I saw it in the notebook."
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