Chapter 81 A good night's sleep will make killing Gu Pei easier.
"The first thing we need to do is amplify our rights as the protagonists, making the anomalies of this world so significant that they cannot be ignored and cannot be automatically repaired."
Xu Wenci listened in silence, his fingers trembling slightly as he stubbed out the cigarette.
Then, he looked down, as if only then realizing that he had stubbed out the cigarette, and his hand trembled slightly, as if burned by the falling ash.
Fu Yanli turned his head, his deep purple eyes gleaming with a determined light.
The purple marble fell into the deep well.
All that could be seen was the faint glimmer of moonlight before the marble fell into the deep well.
“We need to start by breaking the established rules,” he said slowly. “Let’s do something that Fu Yanli and Xu Wenci could never do together in the script of this world.”
"For example?" Xu Wenci met his gaze. Beneath the ice layer, the fine ice began to crack, colliding with the swaying seawater, producing a crisp sound.
Fu Yanli's lips curled up slightly.
for example……
He then turned his gaze to Xu Wenci's fingers holding the cigarette.
For example, using these hands, he could plunge the dagger into his heart again.
In that world, Xu Wenci killed him; in this world, Xu Wenci also killed him. So, in which world will the operating system ultimately transport them...?
It's a new world...
Or perhaps the world will collapse and everyone's memories will be erased... to create a new world...
Xu Wenci's fingers trembled slightly, and the cigarette fell onto the windowsill.
He took a gentle sniff to make sure the smoke had mostly dissipated before getting up and closing the window.
“For example,” he murmured softly, as if speaking only to himself, “we brought Gu Pei into this world…”
The determined glint in Fu Yanli's eyes narrowed slightly, like a piece of ice framed in a photograph, covered in a light frost, carrying an unfathomable coldness.
He hadn't expected Xu Wenci to bring up such a specific and direct name.
Xu Wenci didn't look at him, her gaze fixed on the deep night outside the window, and she sighed softly.
"He is the most original code in this world. This world carries his shadow to some extent. Even though he has lost control, there are some things hidden at the bottom that only he knows where."
He paused, then finally turned to look at Fu Yanli. His amber eyes widened slightly for a few seconds before he finally spoke:
“Instead of speculating about the system’s limits here, let’s go ask the author… who might be even more afraid of the world collapsing than we are.” A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips. “Let’s make a deal with him. In exchange for our temporary compliance, we can obtain the code he holds about the underlying rules of this world.”
"You believe he will cooperate?" Fu Yanli raised an eyebrow, staring incredulously into Xu Wenci's deep purple eyes.
“I don’t need to believe him,” Xu Wenci replied crisply. “I only need to believe that he is even less willing than us to see the two protagonists completely lose control and drag the world he created down with them.”
He took a step forward, closing the distance between himself and Fu Yanli, lowering his voice, reaching out his hand, pausing, and finally clenching it into a fist.
He gently touched Fu Yanli's clenched fist, which hung down by his side.
Fu Yanli looked at Xu Wenci, who was so close to him, tilted his head, looked at his hands hanging at his sides, his fists twitched slightly, and a hint of disbelief first appeared in his deep purple eyes. Then, that disbelief transformed into a gentle yet unsettling determination.
He chuckled softly, his chest heaving.
“Okay.” He uttered the word, his eyes burning with amusement. “That’s what we’ll do. Go find Gu Pei and have a good talk with him…”
“However…” Fu Yanli blinked, frowning, “How did we bring Gu Pei into this world…”
Xu Wenci swallowed hard, lowered his eyelashes, and answered irrelevantly, "He'll come in a few days... or... tomorrow..."
Fu Yanli frowned.
But he didn't ask why Gu Pei had suddenly come into this world.
He knew perfectly well that if he asked, Xu Wenci would answer that the system couldn't fix the huge variables brought about by the protagonist, so it let its original code in to make modifications.
He was also perfectly aware that this was not the real reason.
"good."
He finally spoke, his voice dry.
Xu Wenci strode away and quickly left the room.
A faint smell of tobacco entered his nostrils, and he leaned against the wall, finally coughing.
Then came one cough after another, so bad that he almost wanted to rip his lungs out and throw them away, his entire chest cavity feeling numb from the coughing.
Gu Pei...
It is the biggest variable in this world.
He spent almost all his energy in the early stages on dissecting Gu Pei's identity and scheming against Gu Pei.
Therefore... he had to let people he trusted know Gu Pei's true identity.
That inkstone could be a tool for him and Fu Yanli to evade the investigation by the Fu and Qiao families, and it could also become a tool for him and Ye Qingdai.
He once told Ye Qingdai a story.
It's a story about the reincarnation of the dead.
It's a very simple story.
For a spirit to be reincarnated, it needs a vessel.
However, one of the dead lost its vessel.
Therefore, this spirit must relive the pain of death every day and cannot be reincarnated.
However, the other spirits were always curious as to why this spirit could not find its vessel.
The vessel that clearly belongs to the deceased is the most important thing to them, and the deceased cannot forget it.
Unless... this spirit is unwilling to use that vessel to reincarnate.
"What...what is his vessel..." Ye Qingdai frowned, her light blue ahoge on her head swaying slightly in the wind as she asked earnestly, seemingly genuinely interested in the story.
“It’s a memory.” Xu Wenci spoke softly, his eyes slightly narrowed, his amber pupils seemingly shimmering with gold dust.
No spirit would be foolish enough to use memories as a vessel; in reincarnation, memories are the least important thing and the thing that should be discarded the most.
Unfortunately, that spirit cherished its memories, so it was unable to reincarnate, let alone end its suffering.
“Memory…” Ye Qingdai repeated softly, her light blue ahoge (cowlick) stopping its swaying, as if frozen by the answer.
"Mom, what are you saying?" Ye Chuying held out her hand to her mother and gently waved it. "Why are you so distracted..."
Ye Qingdai was no fool; on the contrary, she was frighteningly perceptive. Xu Wenchi wouldn't have told her such a... clearly pointed story for no reason.
She pursed her lips and said softly, "Chu Ying, your brother is so old, I can't control him anymore..."
Ye Chuying tilted her head: "Mom, I feel like you've been acting strange ever since you met Brother Xu Wenci... You would never have said something so obvious before..."
Ye Qingdai lowered her head and remained silent.
She raised her eyes, her gaze sharp as she looked at Xu Wenci, trying to find more clues in his amber eyes that seemed to be filled with scattered gold leaf.
"Why are you telling me all this?" Her voice was soft, carrying a sense of compromise and helplessness that Xu Wenci had never heard before.
Xu Wenci avoided her gaze, pursed his lips slightly, and tapped his coffee cup lightly with his finger: "I just think... this story is very interesting. After all... the memories of the dead... are not that important... If you were a dead person, you certainly wouldn't choose that path."
Ye Qingdai's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly.
She neither admitted nor denied it, but simply moved her hand on her knee, her fingertips curling slightly.
"Clinging to past mistakes will only bring endless suffering." She ultimately commented coldly, as if she were talking about the spirit of the dead, or perhaps she was finally willing to answer Xu Wenci's question.
“Yes, it’s painful,” Xu Wenci chimed in, his tone carrying a strange resonance. “That spirit’s unwillingness to relinquish its memories might not be due to stupidity, but rather to fear… fear that if it lost its memories, the one reincarnated would no longer be itself. It would rather endure the pain day after day than lose its existence. What do you think?”
“I understand.” Ye Qingdai finally spoke, her voice regaining its usual calmness and detachment, but the look in her eyes as she looked at Xu Wenci had less scrutiny and more of a faint, almost imperceptible complex emotion. “The story is very interesting.”
She made no promises, but Xu Wenci knew she understood and would take the story into consideration. That was enough.
Xu Wenci nodded slightly, said no more, and turned to leave.
As he walked to the door and grasped the cold doorknob, he heard Ye Qingdai's emotionless voice behind him:
"Xu Wen resigned."
He stopped walking, but didn't turn around.
Is there a sequel to this story?
Xu Wenci's back stiffened for a moment:
"Probably."
He then opened the door and stepped into the dimly lit corridor.
The door closed gently.
Ye Qingdai sat alone in the empty private room, her gaze fixed on the inconspicuous old inkstone in the corner, lingering there for a long time.
"Mom, where did you get this inkstone from...?"
Ye Chuying picked up the inkstone, glanced at her mother who was still in a daze, pursed her lips, and then looked back at the inkstone.
Looking left and right, I don't know what I touched, but a piece of paper fell out:
She crouched down, intending to pick it up.
A hand pulled her up, and she looked up to see her mother looking at her quietly. In her light blue eyes, there was shock, bewilderment, and a hint of indescribable fear.
"mom……"
She quickly picked up the note and glanced at it.
[Kill Gu Pei.]
Her body trembled, and the note fell to the ground.
"Mom... what... what does this mean?" Ye Chuying's voice trembled uncontrollably. She stared intently at the words on the note on the ground. She had never felt that the words she was familiar with were so cold. She closed her eyes, and after a few seconds, she opened them and looked up at her mother's instantly pale face.
Ye Qingdai did not answer immediately.
She slowly bent down, picked up the note, and her fingertips trembled almost imperceptibly when they touched the slightly rough paper.
The four words, "[Kill Gu Pei]", pierced her eyes like needles chilled to ice.
Xu Wen resigns...
What exactly is Xu Wenci's plan...?
Kill Gu Pei, and confront him in another world...
Or... just like Fu Yanli's goal, to destroy this world...
She gripped the note tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force, as if she wanted to crush it, or as if it were the only piece of driftwood she could hold onto.
"Who is Gu Pei?" Ye Chuying asked, puzzled and even a little aggrieved.
“It’s no one!” Ye Qingdai’s voice suddenly rose, almost to the point of being out of control, but she quickly suppressed it, closed her eyes wearily, and rubbed her temples. “You just need to take care of Old Master Qiao’s side.”
That day will come soon.
Ye Chuying, her good daughter, doesn't need to think too much.
After a good night's sleep, everything was resolved.
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