Chapter 105: The sky is full of ghost lights. This is really great. I can’t help but think about it…
Call him? Qing Guiyu curled his lips in his heart.
If this person had not risked his life with her in Yuzhou a month ago, it would still be possible.
Young Master Jinsheng was a nuisance, a sick man, a scourge that required her careful care. Meanwhile, the Master of Heavenly Secrets, possessing extraordinary powers and secret plans, and possessing the power of gods and demons, was definitely not someone one could trust in times of crisis.
Shen Juansheng slowly stood up and took a few steps back. His previous panic and confusion disappeared without a trace. The flickering candlelight cast a thick shadow of struggle on the silent black figure.
"It's my fault," he whispered, his voice cold. "I made an oversight in my arrangements."
Young Master Jin Sheng lowered his eyes, as if examining himself. He felt that this, more than his previous anxious worry, was even more chilling.
"I shouldn't have left you out here alone. I shouldn't have... thought you were safe here."
Qing Guiyu was getting a little impatient with his tricks and frowned. Just as she was about to say, "What does this have to do with you?", he suddenly raised his head.
"Miss Qing," he stared at her intently, step by step, walking back towards her, "this is what happens when you leave me."
"This is what happens to you, alone."
He walked up to her, leaned over, and placed his hands on the edge of the bed beside her, trapping her completely between him and the bed.
Qing Guiyu was frightened by his sudden oppression and wanted to raise her hand to push him away, but her abdomen hurt, so she frowned and put it down.
"I was wrong," he lowered his head, his forehead almost touching the tip of her nose, his voice suddenly became hoarse, and his domineering aura collapsed in an instant, falling into deep despair and pain.
"Ever since that day at the Cold Pond, I've been wondering if one day you'd be willing to come toward me."
"When I'm in danger, when I'm in trouble, even when I... just want to see you. You will come to me instead of pushing me away. You will call my name instead of... just treating me as a nuisance that you have to take care of."
A layer of ripples quickly spread in his eyes, but he forced himself to suppress them, causing his eye sockets to burn red.
"That's such a good idea, I can't help thinking about it."
He suddenly raised his hands and clutched his collar tightly, as if suppressing something in his heart.
"But I was wrong." He looked at her desperately, "You never will. You would rather get hurt, even risk your life, than... call me, or... let me help you."
"Okay."
He suddenly smiled, loosened his hand that was supporting her side, straightened up, and straightened his clothes. It was as if the intense emotional outburst just now was just an illusion.
"There can't be a next time."
Qing Guiyu's heart sank when he heard what he said, "What do you mean?"
"From today on," he lowered his eyelashes and declared word for word with an almost cold calmness, "Miss Qing's daily routine cannot leave my side for even a single step."
Qing Guiyu suddenly looked up and looked at him in disbelief.
"When you eat, I must be by your side. When you read, I will accompany you. When you go out, I will follow you."
He raised his eyes, and there was no trace of tears in them anymore, only quiet madness.
"Sleep, rest," he paused, as if he felt it was difficult to say this, a sickly red flush appeared on his face, but he still did not give in.
"You have to come with me."
His madness was so severe that Qing Guiyu lost her temper, but the wound on her lower abdomen hurt when she spoke, so she had no way to argue with him.
Fortunately, she had gained some experience in dealing with the madness of this kind over the past few days. Just like how she dealt with those insane patients in Medicine King Valley, she was no longer as panicked as before and simply waved to him.
Shen Juansheng was stunned for a moment, then walked towards her obediently, sat down beside the couch, and leaned beside her, his eyes still blankly staring at her wound.
She raised her uninjured hand, her movements hesitant, but she finally reached out and gently placed it on his long ebony hair, which was tied with gold wire.
The hair was smooth and had the slight coolness of his body, and it felt great to touch.
This made her anger subside a little, so she patted his head as if to comfort the tabby cat that she had scolded and ran away.
There were a few strands of cold gold threads intertwined among the hair.
Then he followed the dim light of these golden threads, from the top of his head, to the back of his neck very slowly.
one time.
Again.
It was like smoothing the coat of a wild horse, or soothing a wounded snake that was arching its body and showing its fangs.
She didn't know if it would work, but she thought maybe she should give it a try.
The fierce and frenzied anger that had been there just now dissipated silently like the receding tide. He no longer tried to contain her with words or aura, but simply endured it quietly.
Then, the sound of deep engraving slowly buried his head, which was so smart and miserable.
He pressed his cheek against the soft blanket at her side, and finally, he gently rested his forehead against her side, carefully avoiding her wound.
Like a lonely soul who finally found his grave.
"Miss Qing..."
He finally spoke again, his voice muffled by the quilt, with a suppressed cry.
"you do not know……"
The liquid quickly soaked through the fabric on her sides, feeling icy cold.
"You don't know how dangerous it is now."
With such comfort, those tense neck muscles actually relaxed little by little.
Qing Guiyu didn't think this was good for him. He just couldn't help but think that the change of people's minds was so powerful. When the cold power was integrated and the cold poison disappeared, he must find a chance to remove it.
The fate of this young man is already very unfortunate. Otherwise, it would be too hard for him to live in such a frenzied way.
So I didn’t know how to answer for a moment.
Saying "I don't know" would be too cold-blooded. Saying "I know" would seem to be admitting that his crazy actions have their reasons.
So she could only continue to stroke his long, smooth, black hair, from the top of his head, to the back of his neck, and then to his slightly raised, beautifully shaped shoulders.
This action had a strange soothing power, and she herself actually calmed down a little.
The engraving sound was silent for a long time, so long that Qing Guiyu thought he had fallen asleep. Only then did he slowly raise his head from the softness wet with tears.
His eyes were severely red and swollen, but because of the outburst, they were even clearer, like two pieces of red agate immersed in water. He sat up straight and raised his hand to wipe away the messy tear marks on his face.
The fragile madness he had previously contained was then re-absorbed into that elegant body.
"What danger?" She finally changed the subject. "This bone token?"
She thought that since she had been targeted by Chen Yan, she would still have to deal with these dangers after the matter of Chen Juansheng was resolved, so she finally asked him.
Shen Juansheng did not get up immediately, as if he was a little reluctant or uneasy.
After a long time, he turned his head and his eyes fell on the bone token again.
He was silent for a moment.
He spoke to her in the all-knowing and calm voice of Master Jinsheng.
"Miss Qing," he picked up the round bone and handed it to her, "Do you know what this is?"
"A token," she frowned, "from the Northern Frontier."
"More than that." Shen Juansheng shook his head, and gently stroked the smooth bone shell of the token with his slender fingers. With a slight "click" sound, the round token was broken into two halves.
"This is a 'ray of light'."
"A ray of light?"
"Well," Chen Juansheng handed her half of the bone shell, "it's not a card, it's a firework."
The half-hollow bone shell looks like a split nut.
Qing Guiyu moved closer and saw that the mechanism of the spherical dominoes was extremely ingeniously made.
The inner wall of one half of the bone shell was coated with an adhesive with a peculiar fishy smell and was densely covered with a layer of grayish-white powder.
The other half of the bone shell was fixed with an extremely thin spring rope made of some kind of strong tendon. At the end of the rope was a fine iron firing pin smaller than a grain of rice.
"A ray of light." Shen Juansheng said coldly, the candlelight dancing on his face. His eyes reflected a faint light.
"A signal specifically for assassins. The most vulnerable part of this bone shell is the seam between the two hemispheres. It is designed to withstand only steady internal force, but cannot withstand any violent impact."
He paused, raised his eyes, and met hers, with a hint of fear in his eyes.
"Just now, if you hadn't killed him with one strike, but had fought with him, and the weapons had clashed, or if he had died, and the token had fallen to the ground..."
He didn't say anything else, but handed the half of the bone shell covered with powder to her.
"This is 'Wilson's Fire Phosphorus'. Made from jackdaw skulls and dozens of other bones, mixed with saltpeter and sulfur, it's originally colorless. Once the token is shattered by external force, the powder will escape through the force of the spring cord and rise high into the sky. When it first flies out, it shows no color, leaving no trace, undetectable. But it soars several feet into the air, then hangs in the air..."
The engraving voice paused, as if he was choosing his words, and finally, in the calmest tone, he spoke of the most horrific consequence.
“…it burns when there’s wind.”
"The flames were a pale green, with a faint phosphorescent glow, yet they accumulated and lingered, forming a clear green line in the night sky, visible dozens of miles away."
“Hence the name, ‘A Line of Sky’.”
Qing Guiyu felt a chill running up his spine.
"This is my father's most ingenious invention," Young Master Jinsheng said coldly. "It's a death signal. It's used to indicate the enemy's location to its master if the mission fails and the soldier is killed."
"Look, Miss Qing," he closed the two halves of the token and placed them in her palm, his eyes filled with deep gloom, "you were just... just this little bit short."
"And this 'Line of Sky' is for me to see." He whispered softly, low and dangerous, like the whisper of lovers, or like a red letter spit out by a poisonous snake.
She killed the assassin, and almost, this "slit in the sky" would have taken off into the air.
By then, countless Northern Frontier warriors lying in ambush nearby would swarm in following this ghost fire.
And she, a wounded girl with depleted internal strength, would only become a prey waiting to be killed in the net that had been set long ago.
She looked at the cold domino in her palm and was speechless for a moment.
All of a sudden, she remembered something.
When I walked past the assassin, the fishy smell lingered around me.
She ignored the pain in her wound, suddenly stood up from the couch, rushed to the window in a few steps, opened it, and looked at the night sky outside.
The night sky of Fu'ao Town should have been clean, dotted with a few sparse summer night stars and a hazy waning moon.
But at this moment, she saw it.
A faint, gossamer-like ray of pale green light hung silently over the long street nearby. It was not like sparks, nor like moonlight, but a faint phosphorescence, transparently soaked in death.
Qing Guiyu's heart suddenly rose to his throat.
His eyes followed the green light and moved to the side.
Another wisp. Further away, another.
Like a long star lit by a ghost, dragging its tail, it echoes quietly and resentfully in the dark night.
More than three strands.
Four strands, five strands... a dozen strands...
It rises from all directions of the town, at different heights and distances, covering this small inn and the entire Fu'ao Town in the center.
That's not an assassin.
There are more than a dozen.
More than a dozen well-trained masters who are willing to risk their lives.
More than a dozen shattered "rays of sky".
The one she had just killed was only the first one to be triggered in this killing spree. The others had all been quietly and completely eliminated during her fight with the assassin and her standoff with Shen Juansheng.
Solved.
But it hung above his head, turning into ghostly lights that now filled the sky.
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