Chapter 196 Invitation
So at that time... I should have died.
After all, he fell from such a height and suffered such serious injuries. Even if he didn't die on the spot, he should have starved to death.
But--
Pipa looked at her own palm again, the palm of a child so vivid and real.
On the contrary, the place where I am is incredibly desolate.
If the body in the grave is the child who jumped off the mountain and killed himself, then to whom does the body I am occupy belong?
And where did the rest of the village go...? Did they all move away?
What about the gods they so deeply worship and revere? Should they move with them?
Pipa imagined the scene in her mind and found it rather ridiculous. So she couldn't help but chuckle.
Looking up, I saw a person standing outside the door.
Pipa was startled by the person who suddenly appeared. She had no idea how long the other person had been standing there, or how long they had been watching.
So, without thinking, I blurted out, "Who's there?!"
I don't know if his voice was too soft, or if there was some other reason.
The newcomer did not answer, but stepped forward and crossed the threshold. The light and shadow behind him shifted with his movements, causing Pipa to squint slightly.
When he opened his eyes again, the person had already entered the room.
At this point, because it was no longer against the light, its face, which had been hidden in the shadows, was revealed.
The boy was twelve or thirteen years old, with a fair and beautiful face that appeared even more exquisite against the backdrop of his black clothes.
It was the height of summer, and although a heavy rain had fallen, the sun's intensity remained undiminished after the rain. Even before stepping outside, the loquat could already feel the gradually returning heat.
Even though she had only been awake for a short while, Pipa was already covered in sweat on her head and face.
In contrast, this person, though completely covered up, seemed not to feel hot at all, and showed no signs of sweating.
It even seemed to carry a faint chill.
Just one glance at it sends chills down your spine.
But none of that was the most important thing. The most important thing was that Pipa recognized that face immediately—it was clearly Shen Yun's appearance.
However, the person in front of me was clearly younger than Shen Yun when we first met.
Whether it's her slightly rounder cheeks compared to the person in her memory, or her softer facial features, she possesses an androgynous beauty.
—But what if the other person is actually a girl?
After all, Shen Yun isn't the only one with this face; there's also Senior Sister Yingxue... Although, whether it's Pipa herself being able to see Shen Yingxue, or the fact that she would appear at this time and place, it all seems extremely illogical.
But ever since the loquat fell into the space beneath the ice coffin, few things have been explained by common sense.
Therefore, it wouldn't be strange if you suddenly met your past life's object of admiration face to face.
Pipa couldn't say which of the two she would rather see.
Because no matter what, the way the other person was looking at him at that moment was clearly that of a stranger.
That's right, Shen Yingxue in her previous life didn't know Pipa in this life at all... As for Shen Yun, they hadn't met her yet at this time.
Thinking this to herself, Pipa still subconsciously glanced at the other person's neck.
There was a distinct protrusion on the fair throat, which, while not exaggerated, was enough to indicate the other person's gender.
—He's a man.
A real man, indeed.
Therefore, it couldn't be Senior Sister Yingxue.
Although she didn't have high expectations, Pipa couldn't help but feel a little disappointed upon seeing this.
Before Pipa could ask again why Shen Yun was there, the boy suddenly took out something and handed it to Pipa.
The jet-black dagger lay horizontally in the boy's slender palm, its black and white colors clearly contrasting.
"your?"
Shen Yun finally spoke, but the question she asked was quite absurd.
Upon hearing this, Pipa was taken aback. Her gaze shifted upwards to meet those deep, dark eyes, and she was momentarily at a loss for words.
—Didn't this dagger originally belong to the other party?
Pipa had even caught a glimpse of the familiar sword hanging at the other person's waist out of the corner of her eye.
He had heard Shen Yun say that the dagger and the sword were passed down from the Shen family ancestors and were made from the same rare iron stone.
But Shen Yun's current demeanor seemed to be confirming the ownership of this dagger.
Why?
Could it be that Shen Yun didn't recognize that this was given to him by himself—no, that's not right.
Pipa suddenly realized his mistake; he naturally projected his past relationship with Shen Yun, which he had known for a long time.
The problem is that at this point in time, he hadn't even left Nancun. Since he hadn't been to Fancheng or met Chen Yun, he naturally couldn't have gotten the dagger from her.
So where did this dagger come from?
Lantern Festival... or Mother?
Pipa quickly came to the conclusion that it was his mother. The first time he saw a dagger was the day his mother was sharpening it at the kitchen door.
But where did Mother get this dagger from?
Before Pipa could come up with anything, a thin, hoarse voice rang out first: "It was... left by my mother."
Upon hearing this, Pipa was startled.
Because the voice did not come from anyone else, but from himself.
Even though Pipa hadn't done anything, the body seemed to have its own consciousness and truthfully revealed the origin of the dagger.
"so."
Shen Yun nodded slightly, then asked, "Could you take me to meet her? I have some questions I'd like to ask."
As before, before the loquat could react, this body had already answered the other's question.
"My mother...she has passed away." The child's calm tone revealed almost no intense grief. Perhaps the hoarseness in his throat was affecting his expression of emotion.
This time, upon hearing the reply, Shen Yun paused for a moment before softly saying, "I'm sorry."
Then silence fell over the room.
Judging from the boy's expression, he seemed to be thinking about something.
He suddenly raised his eyes, his dark gaze sweeping across the bare walls of the house before finally settling on the child, as if he had made a decision.
Would you like to leave with me?
"...Where to?"
"Hidden Immortal Sect".
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