The small house upstairs was instantly reduced to a pile of fragments, and the roar of the explosion lingered in Shen Yan's ears for a long time.
The footsteps that had been running upstairs stopped, and Shen Yan slowly let go of her hand. It felt as if her heart had been tightly gripped and then resolutely torn out and thrown into the icy snow.
The light in Chen Yan's eyes dimmed, his gaze empty, and he walked resolutely toward the dilapidated house where the fire continued to burn.
"Sir! Danger!"
The guards who followed him held onto Shen Yan tightly, preventing him from stepping into such a dangerous place.
"Get out of the way."
Shen Yan's expression was calm; he only had the strength in his hands to push away the hands that were restraining him.
"My lord, you must consider the bigger picture. This is not the time to act impulsively."
One guard was pushed aside, and another rushed up to block his way, pleading desperately.
"Get out of my way," Shen Yan said, his eyes lifeless and bloodshot. He drew his sword from behind him. "The formations I've trained my troops in will never lose. I'll guarantee you victory in this battle."
After he finished speaking, he strode forward.
The guards held on tightly, refusing to budge an inch, their eyes resolute, prepared to risk their lives to stop him.
"My lord, we must win the battle, but you must also be safe."
"I can't let anything happen to me?"
Shen Yan muttered to himself, repeating it over and over. Suddenly, as if he understood the meaning behind their words, he let out a roar.
"How can I deserve to live on? My wife, my wife with whom I had sworn brotherhood, is dead here. What right do I have to live on?"
Chen Yan coldly pushed everyone away.
"Even if it means death, I want to die with her."
He won't forget.
Together we ascend to the high hall, together we depart for the Yellow Springs.
He can't afford to waste any more time.
If his Luanluan wants to leave this place, he should follow in her footsteps.
If he doesn't appear by her side again, she will definitely be angry. He is most afraid that she will be angry with him and ignore him.
Wait for me, Luan Luan.
Please, you must wait for me...
"You're the one who's dead, cough cough—" a hoarse female voice came, "Chen Yan, I think you just want to wait for me to die so you can marry a beautiful wife."
Chen Yan stumbled to the firelight, and suddenly heard a familiar voice. He turned around in disbelief.
Meng Qingluan slowly emerged from behind the hut, stepping on a piece of charred wood. She put one hand on her hip and coughed, covering her mouth with the other. Her apricot-colored silk skirt was blackened by the fire, which only made the jade pendant on her waist stand out even more.
She casually wiped the cigarette residue from her face and turned back to urge the people following behind her.
"Hurry up, I'm choking!"
Li Zhanjue followed behind Meng Qingluan, limping and wearing a crooked crown, looking quite disheveled.
When Meng Qingluan came out, she also saw Shen Yan clearly.
The explosive burst of fire tore the night sky to shreds, and Chen Yan's silhouette suddenly became clear in the scorching heatwave—
The flickering firelight cast a blood-red hue on his profile, and his eyes, which were always as cold and still as a deep pool, were now churning with turbulent waves.
The burning dry wood suddenly exploded with a loud crack, and the flames illuminated all the subtle tremors on his face: the slightly twitching jaw muscles, the trembling eyelashes, and... the tear stain that had fallen.
As the hot wind swept past, carrying sparks, a line of blood suddenly appeared on his thin, blood-stained lips—a wound from being bitten open.
Have you seen enough?
She chuckled softly as she asked.
"without."
Chen Yan answered honestly.
"Haven't seen enough? Then come over and take a closer look."
Meng Qingluan walked to the open space, beckoned to him with her finger, and her voice, tinged with smoke, was not as clear as before, but it still clearly entered his ears.
Shen Yan, who was so assertive just now, strode forward, ignoring everyone else, and walked straight toward Meng Qingluan.
This was his only destination.
Meng Qingluan grabbed his ear, twisted it hard, pointed her finger at his face, and scolded him.
"Chen Yan, I think you're asking for trouble? You rushed into such a dangerous place without even knowing if I was dead or not. Are you a pig-brain? Calling you an idiot before was too mild."
"Um……"
Shen Yan didn't cry out in pain, didn't argue, and didn't whine.
Even with his ears twisted 180 degrees, his eyes remained glued to Meng Qingluan, as if afraid she would disappear at any moment.
The guards surrounding him gasped, their eyes widening, and they instinctively reached up to touch their necks.
The neck was still attached to the head; it hadn't been cut off.
Therefore, Lord Shen was willing to die for the woman in front of him. They almost lost their heads because of her, and they also saved their heads because of her.
Tsk.
When it comes to matters concerning the lady, it's as if Lord Shen's head has been eaten by a zombie.
"Ugh my ass!" Meng Qingluan simply grabbed his ears with both hands and twisted them together. "If I call out even a second later today, are you going to put on a dramatic suicide pact?"
"Oh my! Now you're all set, you'll be remembered for eternity, a wise and resourceful man who loves his wife. Have you been reading too many romance novels and gone mad? Huh?"
Meng Qingluan exerted force and angrily questioned him.
"I'm not stunned. I don't want to be remembered for eternity; I want you to live."
Shen Yan answered blankly, letting Meng Qingluan do as she pleased.
"I think you've gone mad from reading all that nonsense! You're not allowed to read any more of those rubbish novels, they're ruining your brain! I'm telling you, even if I really die, you better live well, your life is more important than anything else. No, no, I can't die, I'm born with a long and lucky life, I'll live longer than a tortoise."
"Yes! Luan Luan is the birthday girl, she will live a very, very long time."
"Do you know how much my throat hurts? I was planning to rest for a while, but because of you, I had to endure the pain and shout. And now I have to lecture you. Do you know how tired I am?"
"I know." Shen Yan nodded earnestly, his eyes still fixed on her. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
"Okay! Seeing that you sincerely apologized, I'll forgive you."
Meng Qingluan finally let go of his ear; her arm was a little sore.
It wasn't just because she twisted Chen Yan's ear, but also because she had just carried that dead pig, Little Fatty, which had taken a lot of her effort.
Thinking of her glorious deeds just now, Meng Qingluan's desire to show off was particularly high. She nudged Chen Yan, who was still staring at him intently.
"Hey, aren't you curious how I'm alright?"
Shen Yan shook his head, his hands clinging to her sleeves, gripping the hem tightly, like an abandoned child finding his family again.
"Um?"
Meng Qingluan looked at him with a smile, a subtle warning in her eyes.
"Madam, we'd like to hear it. Please tell us."
Several guards standing to the side noticed their lady's expression change drastically and sensed danger, so they quickly stepped in to smooth things over.
Sure enough, after they finished speaking, Meng Qingluan's smile became genuine.
"Can."
"..."
Phew, that was close.
They almost angered the lady again.
Shen Yan glanced back at them with displeasure, his cold gaze sending chills down the spines of the guards.
Oh dear, Lord Shen is truly ungrateful.
Meng Qingluan spoke eloquently, embellishing her words, which made the guards' brows furrow and relax at times, before finally breaking into smiles.
They all looked at their wives with newfound respect, truly impressed by their remarkable abilities.
As Li Zhanjue listened to her embellished and passionate story, the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.
But a smile unconsciously bloomed on her face.
She is indeed not just a pretty face; she is very capable.
— Half an hour ago.
Meng Qingluan landed on the thunderbolt, and both she and Li Zhanjue were stunned.
Li Zhanjue pushed the chubby boy away, pounced on Meng Qingluan to push her away, and then hugged Meng Qingluan's body and rolled to the side.
The chubby boy laughed maniacally, "Finally! Let's go to hell together!"
Meng Qingluan: "..."
Fuck your father.
What hell is she going to? She'll go to heaven if she has to die.
The three of them closed their eyes tightly, bracing themselves for being blown to pieces.
One second, two seconds, three seconds... a minute passed.
Meng Qingluan opened her eyes and found that her body was still perfectly fine.
"My specially made thunderbolt is really effective! In less than the blink of an eye, I was already in hell."
The chubby boy opened his eyes, thinking the three of them had been blown up, and laughed smugly.
Meng Qingluan sensed something was wrong and glanced over.
—The fact that the chubby boy was throwing the bomb in such a hurry might be because his cerebellum was short-circuited by an electric shock, and the safety cord of the bomb was not pulled off, so it would not be detonated.
With an elbow strike, Meng Qingluan pushed Li Zhanjue off her and lunged forward, snatching the two thunderbolts into her hands.
"Are you crazy? You're already dead, what's the point of taking two grenades?"
The chubby boy glanced at Meng Qingluan's actions lightly, without giving it any thought, and asked with disdain.
Knowing she shouldn't alert the enemy, Meng Qingluan smiled amicably.
"This is the first time I've ever seen a thunderbolt! Especially one with such great power. I'm curious, so I picked it up to examine it."
"country bumpkin".
The chubby boy rolled his eyes and turned to look for the other two.
Meng Qingluan discovered that there were still sparks of electricity on her hands. Although the voltage wasn't as high as before, it was enough to knock out a chubby boy.
“Alas,” Meng Qingluan feigned regret, “Although we were enemies in life, we died on the same day, month, and year, so we can be considered ghost friends with a special connection.”
Hearing his words, the chubby boy felt a little more at ease and nodded.
"Yeah, maybe we'll even be reincarnated together in the future."
"Well, how about we start making peace today?"
Meng Qingluan stepped forward, extended her hand, and gave the chubby boy a friendly smile.
"Okay! From now on, we're best friends—"
The moment the chubby boy grasped Meng Qingluan's hand, he felt an electric current coursing through his entire body, causing him to tremble violently and his eyes to roll back.
Li Zhanjue got up from the ground.
"He's so happy to be your ghost friend?"
Meng Qingluan rolled her eyes. "He's stupid? Are you stupid? Do you think your dead family members can breathe?"
"Thunderbolt..."
See for yourself.
Meng Qingluan held up two thunderbolts for him to see.
Li Zhanjue: "..."
Depend on!
He's just as stupid as the chubby kid.
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