Chapter 104: Will you move a mountain when you are released from prison?
"Qi Qing" could clearly feel several pairs of eyes falling on him at the same time.
"Yue Ji"'s burning gaze burned on his back like a branding iron, and the looks from Xie Tang and his brother made him feel even more uneasy.
He kept his eyelashes down, not daring to look anyone in the eye, but awkwardly untying the two simple ties with his lips and teeth. His teeth accidentally knocked against the silver buckle, making a slight "ding" sound.
The young man in black suddenly put his hand into his hair and raised his eyebrows at Xie Tang in a protest.
Xie Tang clenched her hands tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms, but she resisted the urge to rush forward and fight. She knew that any irrational behavior at this moment would only embarrass Senior Brother Qi even more.
She took her brother's hand tremblingly, and the two siblings held each other tightly, as if this provided support, and tears rolled down silently.
The young man stopped moving. He tugged at the fabric in his hands. He was only one step away from completing his task, but he just couldn't go on.
"... Junior brother."
His voice trembled slightly.
"Yue Ji" suddenly pressed him to his waist, turned to Xie Tang and sneered: "Do you want to continue watching?"
Qi Qing, who was standing in front of the siblings, was very unhappy when he heard this and said, "What? Is the next part going to be paid content?"
Xie Tang pulled his brother up with red eyes and took a last look at the young man, but the young man did not look up.
The young man in black waved his sleeves impatiently, and the brother and sister were instantly packed up and thrown out the door.
The bed sank heavily and the young man was crushed.
For the first time ever, this time "Yue Ji"'s movements were gentler. He even slowed down the pace when the young man was shaking in pain, wiped away his tears, and stared at the groggy young man for a long time after he was done.
The young man was thin and gaunt, with barely even a thin layer of muscle left to support him. He was so fragile that he seemed likely to break at the slightest touch.
Just when Qi Qing thought that this man had finally found his conscience and was planning to be nicer to his senior brother, "Yue Ji" found a wolf-hair brush from somewhere.
He dipped the brush in ink, lifted the quilt covering the young man's body, and wrote the two words "Yue Ji" stroke by stroke on the thin, pale waist.
Qi Qing: “…”
He really overestimated the humanity of this bastard!
What's even more outrageous is that after the young man in black finished writing, he used his finger as a pen, gathered his spiritual power and tattooed the two words into the flesh, like a declaration of possession. From then on, this body would always carry his mark, which could never be erased.
After doing this, Long Aotian stroked the skin contentedly and held the sleeping young man tightly in his arms.
When "Qi Qing" woke up and learned about this, there was no expression on his face, no disgust, no anger, as if he had calmly accepted this mark of humiliation.
Gradually, he learned to say soft words to please Long Aotian, and this discovery made the black-clothed young man's attitude much more relaxed. Occasionally, afterward, "Yue Ji" would even hold him in his blurred consciousness and tell him about what he saw and heard outside, regardless of whether he could hear it or not. His demeanor occasionally revealed some of his youth, just like the little junior brother who longed for the attention of his senior brother.
In the blink of an eye, "Qi Qing"'s birthday arrived.
Qi Qing counted with his fingers and couldn't help but sigh to the sky - this unlucky senior brother has been imprisoned for nearly a year. Could he really be locked up for life?
Unexpectedly, Long Aotian came very early that day, holding a brocade box in his hand.
"Brother, do you still remember?"
The young man in black sat on the floor in front of the bed in a rare polite manner, took his hand and put it on his face. This was a rare moment when the two of them were dressed neatly. "On your birthday that year, I saw a jade hairpin and wanted to give it to you as a birthday gift, but it cost a whole spirit stone and I couldn't afford it."
He lowered his voice: "I can only give you bamboo branches."
He guided the young man's hand to the brocade box, and without any effort, the box opened quietly.
"Yue Ji" continued: "...but you put the bamboo hairpin I gave you on your head, saying that it was good."
Inside the brocade box, there lay a simple and elegant green jade hairpin.
The young man in black raised his face, which was obviously a well-behaved posture that deserved to be patted on the head, but the desire for control in his eyes made the young man sitting on the edge of the bed like a puppet at the mercy of others.
"Now I have money." He took out the hairpin, curved his lips and pressed his palms together, interlocking his fingers with the young man: "I'll put it on you, brother, okay?"
The young man nodded slightly.
Long Aotian's eyes flashed with a rare joy, and he stood up to tie his hair. That night, his actions were more gentle than ever before.
Since then, whenever he was alone, "Qi Qing" would always hold the hairpin in his hand in a daze, repeatedly tracing the patterns on the hairpin with his fingers, and would sit there for most of the day.
One day, Qi Qing couldn't stand it any longer, squatted in front of him and complained, "Is it really that good? You might as well ask him to bring a few books. It's not a good idea to keep it locked up like this. It's going to make people moldy."
He was used to no one being able to hear him, so he spoke more and more recklessly: "It's been a year, why don't you try to ask for mercy and ask him to take you out for a walk? Anyway, he can't bear to kill you, and the worst that can happen is that you'll be back to square one. You've already gone through the worst, so it doesn't hurt to ask... To be honest, I can hardly remember what the blue sky and white clouds look like..."
As he was mumbling, the young man suddenly said, "I'm sorry."
Qi Qing was startled and looked around, thinking that "Yue Ji" had come again.
They were clearly the only two people in the room, and he had never heard the young man speak when alone.
“…”
An incredible idea arose in Qi Qing's mind.
Sure enough, the next moment, the young man's eyes fell on where he was: "Have you... been with me all this time?"
Damn it!
Qi Qing's face was filled with horror, and he jumped up in fear: "Can you see me?!"
“I can’t see it.” The young man shook his head. “But I could vaguely hear you talking about half a year ago.”
He paused and asked sincerely, "Are you the soul trapped beside me? Why don't you go to the afterlife?"
The young man's calm reaction made Qi Qing feel a little embarrassed.
He sighed deeply and said, "Although it's not a ghost, it's not much different from this."
After Qi Qing briefly explained his situation, the young man nodded thoughtfully: "I see."
He asked again: "Can you show yourself? I want to see what you look like."
"Ah?" Qi Qing hesitated and said, "I want you to see it, but I have been like a transparent person. No one can see what I say or do."
The young man dipped his hands in the tea and drew a simple spell on the edge of the bed: "This is a revelation spell, but unfortunately my spiritual power is sealed and I can't use it. Do you want to try it?"
Qi Qingzhao made hand gestures and a faint light flashed. After a few seconds, the young man in blue gradually solidified in the spot.
When his fingertips actually touched the bedpost, he almost cried for joy.
Finally I don’t have to be a ghost anymore!!
God knows how long he has been invisible! The days when no one pays attention to him are simply torture for a chatterbox like him!
The moment he saw Qi Qing's face, the young man was stunned at first, then he showed a look of realization.
"Is it really like this..." he said softly.
After the joy, Qi Qing immediately thought of his previous thoughts.
He clenched his palm and condensed a cold ice sword, eager to try, "Do you want to escape? I will take you out!"
He is not an ordinary person like the Xie siblings. After all, he has rich practical experience and skill cards. Even if he cannot defeat Long Aotian, it should be no problem for him to escape with his men, right?
Unexpectedly, the young man shook his head.
"Trust me!" Qi Qing said anxiously, "I have practiced several methods to conceal my aura, so it is not a problem for me to escape with someone... At worst, I can help you send a letter for help!"
"Who are you asking for help?" The young man smiled.
Qi Qing was about to blurt out the three words "Tian Du Zong" when he suddenly became speechless.
The Tiandu Sect here had already pushed the young man into the abyss with their own hands.
Senior brother, city lord, He Chong... these friends who he could call by name seemed so far away at this moment, and Yue Ji, the person who should have stood by him, became the nightmare he needed to escape from the most.
Qi Qing frowned and fell silent. The young man continued to ask him, "Since you can transform, why don't you leave alone?"
"I..." Qi Qing glanced at him and sighed, "I'll always feel guilty if I leave you alone."
After all, he was a "cellmate" who had been living together day and night for a year, and he couldn't bear to watch the other person stay and suffer.
He was just bored, but the young man was indeed suffering both physically and mentally. The fact that he could hold on until now without collapsing was already a miracle of human patience.
The young man played with the jade hairpin and said nonchalantly, "I have a way to free us all."
Qi Qing quickly pricked up his ears and put on an attitude of humbly seeking advice.
The jade hairpin turned a beautiful arc between the young man's slender fingers and was gently handed to Qi Qing.
"Use it to kill me."
! !
Qi Qing was shocked and the jade hairpin almost fell out of his hand. He looked at the young man in disbelief: "Do you know what you are saying?"
"I am sober." The young man looked at him calmly: "So I said, kill me."
The air froze for a moment, Qi Qing's throat tightened, and he asked, "...Why?"
He suddenly felt the jade hairpin in his hand getting hot, and wanted to return it to the young man, saying: "Being locked up here is only temporary. As long as you hold on, there will always be a chance to escape. Only by living can there be hope!"
He urged him earnestly, but the young man just smiled faintly and suddenly asked him: "Will you move a mountain?"
Qi Qing was speechless for a moment.
"He is now an insurmountable mountain to me." The young man said softly, "You know, I can't even commit suicide."
His fingers gently stroked the green jade hairpin and he took the initiative to press it against his heart.
“…Let me be free.”
"No!" Qi Qing wanted to throw away the hairpin that was in the way, and pressed his shoulder, "Wait, I'll find a way out now!"
"It's too late."
The young man suddenly held his hand tightly and smiled maliciously: "This jade hairpin has his induction spell on it. Now, it is in your hand."
Qi Qing's fingers trembled. He didn't expect that he would be tricked by this man in the end.
"Hurry up," the young man urged softly, "Hold steady."
The moment our eyes met seemed as long as a century.
Qi Qing took a deep breath, finally slowly grasped the hairpin, closed his eyes and tried to make up his mind.
"One last question," he whispered, "Do you hate him?"
The young man shook his head.
He slightly raised his eyelids and looked at Qi Qing, smiling gently as if he was coaxing Xie Tang: "He just went astray."
The next moment, blood splattered on the clothes of both of them.
The hairpin sank into the young man's heart, and he remained silent until his death.
Qi Qing felt that a vast amount of spiritual power was rapidly and continuously flowing towards him, and the jade hairpin was transferring the spiritual power from "Qi Qing" to him.
He looked at the person in front of him in astonishment, but only heard one word, "Thank you."
The scene before my eyes began to distort.
…
Soul Abyss, a hundred miles away.
The spiritual energy that gathered between heaven and earth suddenly stopped, as if the person at the center of the vortex had stopped absorbing it. At the same time, dark clouds gathered and thunder rumbled, which was a sign of the coming of the thunder tribulation.
“Master!”
Qi Qing slowly opened his eyes. His vision was still blurry, but the face in front of him overlapped with the crazy figure in his memory. He trembled subconsciously.
Yue Ji paused for a moment, then called out helplessly, "Master?"
...are back?
Qi Qing spread out his palms in a trance. The sticky touch of blood seemed to still be there, but his palms were clean.
Yue Ji carefully brushed away the hair in front of his eyes and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
Qi Qing then looked up, his eyes carefully tracing the outline of the person in front of him, his heart heavy.
He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly reached out his hand, hooked the other person's neck, and held the person tightly in his arms.
Yue Ji was stunned for a moment, then hugged him back even tighter.
"Yue Ji." Qi Qing said in a muffled voice, sniffing: "...Master, I really miss you so much."
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