Full Server First Kill Ch13

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 13: Clueless

After signing the contract with the Rizzi Caravan, Teest happily plunged into the market.

He quickly bought the clothes he needed—four linen shirts with simple patterns, brand new coarse hunting trousers, four pairs of sturdy and breathable deer leather boots, and two robes for formal occasions. To pack them, he also bought an extra hard fabric backpack.

In addition, Teest specifically chose a new belt for himself. It was made of the best cowhide, much sturdier than before, and the seller also gave a matching sheath.

When he was about to leave the clothing store, he paused and went back to buy a black cloak. After all, his new companion was a rare Lich. Due to some stereotype, Teest always felt that Nol should have a cloak.

Of course, all of these were civilian styles.

Teest changed his clothes directly, successfully shifting his style from “country bumpkin” to “good citizen with a regular job”. He didn’t even glance at the delicate and dazzlingly beautiful clothes in the store.

After packing these, there was still a lot of space in the backpack. Teest hummed a tune and decided to stock up on more food.

The weather was good today, and the sunlight made the fruits and vegetables particularly pleasing.

The market was bustling with people coming and going. Merchants shouted at the top of their lungs, occasionally spraying water on fruits and vegetables. The butcher set up a stove, grilling greasy cured meat and sausages, and the aroma permeated the entire street.

Teest casually juggled a red apple, moving freely among the crowd.

He definitely needed to replenish dried meat and cheese. Perhaps he should buy some honey, dried fruit, and other goodies…

“Stop.” Someone called from behind. “The one with white hair, stop!”

Teest put away the apple and turned around.

The one who stopped him was a middle-aged knight, accompanied by a younger one. A typical patrol duo.

They wore dark green cloaks, no helmets, and matte silver-gray armor adorned with patterns of branches, fruits, and vines. Triangular olivine was set on the hilt of their swords, and the sheath bore the emblem of the Temple of Life—six overlapping leaves mimicking the shape of wheat.

Knights of the Temple of Life.

Their attire seemed out of place in this small town, perhaps members of the Investigation Knights. Teest relaxed his eyebrows and turned around gracefully.

“Good morning, gentleman,” he said politely. “What can I do for you?”

“Identification,” said the knight who had stopped him, a man of few words with caterpillar-like thick eyebrows and a very serious square face.

“Unfortunately, my ID was stolen,” Teest sighed. “But my companion and I just entered the city last night. You can verify with the guards. He must still remember me.”

The two knights exchanged glances.

“I just signed a contract with the Rizzi Caravan this morning. I’m their new cook. I still have the contract. Would you like to see it?” Teest said with a smile.

“Of course, thank you for your cooperation.”

The younger knight smiled in return, his gaze sweeping past Teest’s left ear. He looked about twenty, with very handsome features, short golden-brown hair, and eyes like a post-rain tundra. “Without identification, we need to check your belongings according to the rules.”

“Understood.” Teest willingly took off his backpack.

The knights led him to a corner of the market. They carefully inspected the clothes, food, and Teest’s “old hunting knife”.

“I also have an old waist bag,” Teest mentioned. “I left it in my hotel room. If you want to see it, I can take you there.”

“No need. We apologize for the inconvenience. We will verify your entry time with the guards,” the young knight said as he returned the backpack.

Once Teest had his backpack on, the knight took out a silver hook from his pouch. “This is an apology for the delay. May your life be full of vitality.”

“Praise the Goddess.” Teest accepted the coin. “If there’s nothing else…”

“Oh, one more thing.” The young knight smiled. “Street kids often hang around the caravans. If you encounter them, please pass on a message—during these trying times, the church has emptied enough rooms for them to take refuge.”

“The vagrants are very thieving and strong enough to protect themselves, but the children are too young,” the middle-aged knight added. “Be careful, traveler.”

“I remember the Temple distributes food to street kids.” Teest raised an eyebrow. “Wouldn’t it be more appropriate for the church staff to remind them?”

The young knight lowered his eyes. “When food is given to the children, it will soon be snatched away by adults.”

“We used to let the children finish eating before leaving. But then, the vagrants began circling the church, not letting the children get close, trying to force the church to revert to its original distribution system… Now, out of ten children who are still willing to go to the church for supplies, maybe not even one actually does.”

“It’s tough for you all,” Teest remarked, pulling out an apple and taking a bite. “If I come across any street children, I’ll be sure to mention it.”

“Thank you for your kindness,” The young knight said sincerely.

“Captain Eugene, what do we do next?” the middle-aged knight asked in a low voice after Teest had disappeared from view. “The child has been missing for several days. We need to think of something else.”

“Yes,” the young knight, still looking at the receding figure of Teest, responded with a bitter expression. “Actually, I’ve been pondering this.”

“What do you mean?”

“Why Margaret Swain?”

The young knight—Eugene stopped smiling.

“Miss Swain is intelligent, but her magical abilities are average at best. There’s nothing particularly ‘indispensable’ about her. If the goal was simply to find a sacrifice or a crime target, there are easier targets in the city. Everyone knows that when the heir of a City Lord goes missing, the Temple takes it very seriously.”

“Moreover, the culprits haven’t demanded a ransom or taunted the Temple. What’s the real reason for taking such a risk?”

Hearing this, the middle-aged knight scratched his head. “Now that you mention it…”

“On my second day here, I had Manley and Gambul investigate separately. Over the past two years, the street children of Whitebird City have been disappearing, but not fast enough for anyone to notice.”

The middle-aged knight was speechless.

It wasn’t entirely the residents’ fault for being indifferent. Trade caravans from different nations came and went, often taking street children that caught their eyes, or leaving behind unwanted child slaves or illegitimate children. And children grew fast, changing every year. No one really kept track of them.

Even if someone did notice something amiss, it would be hard to provide evidence. Who could tell whether a street child disappeared or just slipped into a trade caravan’s wagon?

“There are too many uncertainties.” Eugene sighed. “For now, we should focus on protecting the children.”

“Cowards who target children… When the time comes, I’ll make sure to slash that guy’s face,” the middle-aged knight declared with anger.

…Teest had heard something interesting from the shadows not too far away, touching his left ear.

Now it was time for another task—he wasn’t the only one eavesdropping on the knights.

Hearing footsteps, it was likely a child under twelve. After the knights left, the child weaved through the crowd and quickly slipped into a dark alley.

Teest, biting on his apple, followed at a safe distance. He trailed the child through narrow lanes, houses, abandoned towers, and then watched as the child jumped down some stairs, crossed a foul-smelling ditch, and finally, Teest stopped at an entrance to a sewer.

This place was near the city walls and had been abandoned for a long time. Rust-red iron railings lay on the ground, buried in mud, and shrubs almost completely covered the entrance.

The child entered, and within three minutes, another street urchin rushed over and went straight in. Estimating the timing, Teest stood up and was about to continue his pursuit—

His nominal husband, temporary partner, and employer, the Lich who called himself “Nol”, was running over, panting, holding a broken stick. He was running so hard that he almost ran into Teest.

In front of the sewer entrance, they stared at each other in silence.

“You noticed something was off too?” Teest cleared his throat and began.

“What do you mean?”

“I just saw a child eavesdropping on the case of the missing children, and I followed. But I didn’t expect to bump into you here. Did you find any clues?”

Nol looked away, the corner of his mouth drooping. After a while, he hesitantly said, “Well, a kid stole something from me.”

“…That’s unfortunate.”

Nol slapped his face. Damn, Teest didn’t even try to hide the pity in his eyes. Yes, he might be the most embarrassing Lich in the world, but he couldn’t just use magic on a minor, could he?

“Where’s the child?” Nol tried to change the subject.

Teest pointed to the hidden sewer entrance. “I guess we’re heading in the same direction.”

……

The sewers had been neglected for a long time. The path was pitted and uneven like an anthill, even more complicated than a witch’s home. Nol summoned a skeleton dog, which could catch the lingering scent of the children who had just passed by a few minutes ago.

“…You two idiots!”

The sewers were stinky and dark, damp and slippery everywhere. After turning about ten thousand corners, they heard faint voices.

Teest immediately stopped, giving Nol a “shh” gesture.

“Little Spoon, how many times have I emphasized? Don’t steal from people coming out of the magic shop! Those guys are either magicians or the servants of magicians. If you get caught, they’ll turn you into a pig with stubby legs!”

It was a child’s voice, hard to distinguish the gender at this age.

“But, but he looked so clueless, like he’s never faced hardships before…” “Little Spoon” tried to defend herself, sounding no older than eight.

Teest couldn’t help but look at Nol, who was momentarily stunned. It was the first time Nol had been called “clueless” in his life.

“Even if he’s a fool, it’s still not okay,” The first child said sternly. “And you, Tom. Didn’t we agree? No matter what news we hear, we have to wait in the market until sunset before coming back. You left too early and might have been spotted!”

“It’s been so long, and no one has noticed me.” Tom sounded aggrieved.

“That might not be the case.” Teest chimed in cheerfully.

He gave Nol a glance and took the lead out of their hiding place.

Inside the dark sewer, a candle was lit, and four children stood by. As Teest appeared, the kids scattered like frightened chicks, hiding behind one of them—their leader.

The leading child was about thirteen or fourteen, appearing malnourished. Under his grimy newsboy cap, his bronze-colored short hair stuck out in every direction. He wore an ill-fitting adult shirt and pants with many patches.

Among the four children, he wasn’t the most robust, but he had an adult’s demeanor. Even facing grown-ups, his gaze was piercing.

Teest quickly raised his hands, signaling he was unarmed. “Don’t be afraid. I’m just here to retrieve something for a friend.”

“That clueless friend,” the shortest child muttered, glancing at Nol.

Nol was unfazed. He crossed his arms and set his face in a stern expression, determined to watch Teest’s performance. This guy was eager to expose the theft, so he most likely had a backup plan.

“Little Spoon, return the bag to him,” the leader said. “Sir, I apologize. She’s too young and doesn’t know whom to respect.”

It turned out Little Spoon was a girl. Nol wasn’t too surprised. Street urchins, regardless of gender, appeared as boys. They didn’t have a choice if they wanted to survive.

Muttering a swear word that didn’t fit her age, Little Spoon reluctantly walked over and dropped the bag by Nol’s feet, then scampered back behind the leader.

Just as Nol was about to bend down and pick it up, Teest grabbed his shoulder and stared at the child leader. “Bring it out.”

The leader sighed. “Little Spoon.”

She reluctantly went over and produced the ring box from her pocket.

Nol: “.…..”

“Apologies, gentlemen. I’m truly sorry.” The leader bowed deeply.

“An apology isn’t enough after we’ve chased you this far,” Teest said coldly. “Since you don’t seem to have any money, how about this. Tell me, why did he eavesdrop on the Investigation Knights’ conversation?”

He casually pointed to Tom, who trembled.

The leader paused for two seconds. “Everyone says a madman entered the city. We just wanted to know when this shit would end. As you can see, we’ve been forced to live in the sewers!”

Teest glanced at the sweating Tom. “Really? Well, I have some good news. The kind knights said the church is taking in homeless children.”

At this, he looked over all four children. The leader showed a hint of “surprise”, while the other children looked to the leader with evident concern.

“Thank you for the information,” the leader said. “We’ll surely check it out.”

“It’s too dangerous. Let me and my friend escort you while it’s still daylight.” Teest smiled. “Dear Tom should have heard, I’m not a bad guy. I’m a cook from the Rizzi Caravan. And look at my friend, how naive he is!”

‘What kind of bullshit are you spouting,’ Nol thought, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. If this were the modern world, kids would never go with such a suspicious person.

“No, we can go by ourselves.” The leader refused firmly.

“I understand your concerns,” Teest replied, his smile unwavering. “How about this? I’ll stay here and watch over you, and my friend will fetch the knights to escort you.”

This time, the child leader’s face became paler, and she hesitated before responding.

Teest’s amusement grew more evident.

“Hannah! Something’s wrong, Hannah—!”

Suddenly, a shout broke the tension. A chubby street urchin tumbled in, soaked in sewage, his face pale as death.

“Bacon.” The child leader gritted her teeth. “With outsiders here, what are you doing?!”

“Dead-dead-dead man!” The chubby boy, Bacon, blurted out. “Uh, no, over there. There’s a knight, a Temple Knight. He’s dying! He’s about to die!”

“Someone has to save him!”

Hannah frowned and then quickly regained her composure. She adjusted her newsboy hat and even smirked.

“Good Samaritans, your chance to help has arrived,” she declared loudly. “Being so kind-hearted, you surely won’t leave a dying knight and keep bothering a few kids, right?”

With that, she grabbed Little Spoon’s hand and yelled, “Run!”

“The knight is that way!” Before fleeing, Bacon even considerately pointed out the direction.

Teest shook his head with amusement, not pursuing. He watched the group vanish into the darkness, sighing in resignation.

“Let’s go and save the unfortunate knight,” Teest said. “It’s not like we’re empty-handed. Those little devils are definitely up to something… What are you doing?”

Nol remained stern-faced. His hand was on the first page of the Dragon Corpse Notebook that was flickering light from magic in the dark.

“This naive guy here just summoned a hundred skeleton rats. These rats will follow them, leaving one every so often, serving as markers.”

Within five seconds, Nol stood up, brushing off some dirt. “Alright, let’s go save someone.”

“Sometimes, you’re really quite brilliant,” Teest commented with a chuckle. “I almost want to give you a kiss, honey.”

“No need. Thank you for the compliment, honey.”


The author has something to say:

Teest: Has cunningness of an adult

Nol: Has grudges of an adult

Skeleton rats, being so weak, are only priced at 2 MP each. A great bargain!


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Criminal Psychology Ch267

Author: 长洱 / Chang’er

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 267

The Hongjing Library, although old, had quite a few floors.

Wang Chao rushed to the rooftop with his notebook, panting heavily. He pushed open the heavy wooden door of the journal repository, and the heavy smell that greeted him caused him to sneeze.

Looking around, he couldn’t see any figures, so he called out loudly, “Boss, A’Chen Gege, where are you guys?”

The teenager’s clear and melodious voice echoed among the shadows of the floating bookshelves. Perhaps this was the moment when Xing Conglian was closest to Lin Chen’s inner thoughts, except for when they were lying in bed.

He finally understood why Lin Chen always risked his life in many situations; he probably no longer wanted to leave the decision-making power to others.

And now, he still had a chance to ask Lin Chen what landmines were—whether they were metaphors, actual existing bombs, or just a hypothesis proposed by Huang Weiwei to put him at ease. But all the truths had already merged into the molten steel that fell from the sky, and no one could know.

He thought this was the end.

He gazed at Lin Chen’s back, determined, and said loudly, “Over here, by the window.”

Upon hearing this, Lin Chen made a slight and almost imperceptible motion, as if wiping away tears, but his hand quickly dropped.

When Wang Chao ran up to them, it was as if nothing had happened.

“Boss, A’Chen Gege received that message, and it indeed points to a certain part of the dark web…” The young man’s words suddenly stopped as his gaze swept over the two of them, as if sensing the strange atmosphere. His voice faltered. “Uh… Did I come too early? I can go out and wait for you guys to get ready…”

He was about to turn around and leave, but Xing Conglian’s frown persisted, and his emotions didn’t ease for a moment. He just kept staring at Lin Chen.

“Come back.” Lin Chen spoke at this moment.

Wang Chao’s figure abruptly halted, and he turned around awkwardly. “A’Chen Gege…”

In this short moment, Lin Chen had already regained his composure.

Xing Conglian looked at Lin Chen, but the latter lowered his head, showing no desire to meet his gaze.

Lin Chen stood up, walked to Wang Chao, as if seeing through the teenager’s thoughts, and said calmly, “Rest assured, I didn’t quarrel and break up with your boss.”

He once again restored his usual clean and bright appearance. Xing Conglian finally understood that all the qualities present in Lin Chen were the result of being tempered to the extreme in darkness.

“Oh, I knew it! Where does the Boss get such audacity!” The teenager’s smile was radiant as he made noise and sat down at the desk, looking fearless as if he could dispel all the gloom.

Lin Chen sat opposite Wang Chao, holding the thick periodical, and said, “The sender’s number points to a certain website on the dark web, right?”

All the pain and anger from just now had disappeared completely. Lin Chen, as always, was succinct and decisive as he discussed the main topic with Wang Chao.

“Yes, A’Chen Gege. I used brute force to crack it!” Wang Chao opened his laptop and turned it towards Lin Chen.

In the center of the screen was a red countdown, and the lower right corner showed a cluster of golden flowers.

The website was overly simplistic, with coarse pixelation. Although it didn’t deliberately create a bloody feeling, its indifference conveyed a chilling disregard for life, and indifference was always scarier than passion.

This familiar scene made Xing Conglian retract his gaze and connect the cause and effect. He looked at Lin Chen again, afraid that Lin Chen had sensed it earlier than him. Therefore, no matter how difficult it was, Lin Chen would have to finish telling him the story.

“A’Chen, are they… the same group we encountered before?” Wang Chao asked.

Lin Chen furrowed his brows, pondering deeply, and didn’t answer immediately.

“There’s only a countdown on the website. What does it mean?” Xing Conglian changed the topic and asked Wang Chao.

“It’s not just a countdown!” Wang Chao clicked the countdown at the center of the screen, and an equally rudimentary pop-up window appeared instantly.

Below was a familiar scene often seen in movies; since there was a website and a pop-up window, there must be a place to input a password.

On a white background, there was only a box and a line of a simple word—”password”.

The countdown continued to go backward, showing 12:32:31. However, the units weren’t in hours but in minutes. If they couldn’t crack the password within 12 minutes, who knows what would happen.

“Everything before this is just a gimmick! We need a password to enter the website’s inner world!” Wang Chao knocked on the keyboard. “A’Chen Gege, the password… that should be your part to decipher.”

Xing Conglian coldly retorted to Wang Chao, “Aren’t you a master?”

“Even if I’m a master, I can’t defy the laws of nature. With a supercomputer and half a day, I can crack it for you. But within twelve minutes, I can’t do it!” Wang Chao looked like he couldn’t do it, and he was about to say something else when Lin Chen finally spoke up.

Lin Chen slowly flipped through the journal in his hand and turned it to the page with over a thousand pages. He gently touched the page and said to Wang Chao, “On the dark web, did you see the map of the three provinces nearby?”

“Ah, yes!”

“On the internet, how frequently does our map appear?”

“It’s quite frequent, but most of them are accompanied by that sentence!”

“A balancing game on a tightrope,” Lin Chen said.

“Yes!” Wang Chao paused for a moment and asked, “Should I try entering this phrase?”

“How many characters are in the password?” Xing Conglian asked.

“11!” Wang Chao answered.

Xing Conglian quickly ran through this set of words in his mind and then said, “No language in any country can match this set of 11 characters.”

“Oh… I see. Fortunately, I didn’t try. Otherwise, three wrong attempts might have caused the website to self-destruct.” Wang Chao mumbled.

“It won’t,” Lin Chen interrupted.

“Why won’t it? Why?” Wang Chao was still excited, asking repeatedly.

“Because this is a large-scale game involving the entire internet, and the website won’t be destroyed.” Lin Chen paused and continued. “You can print out the map—use A4 paper. If it’s not enough for A4, enlarge it to fit.”

Wang Chao was stunned. “Okay, but what map do you want? The three provinces around us?”

Lin Chen nodded.

“Do you want a satellite topographic map, or a regular 2D map? Google, Baidu, or…?” Wang Chao spoke as he moved.

“I want the map you found on the dark web.”

“Huh?” Wang Chao’s hand was faster than his brain. He casually clicked on the saved map on the computer desktop. The red and blue lines were intertwined like blood vessels, as if indicating something.

Lin Chen glanced at the map and said sternly to Wang Chao, “Go and print out this map, immediately!”

Wang Chao was clever and could hear the difference in Lin Chen’s tone. He quickly searched for the internal network printer and rushed out like a gust of wind.

Xing Conglian walked behind Lin Chen and looked at the image displayed on the screen.

It was just an ordinary flat map, showing the neighboring provinces of Cheng’an, Jiangxia, and Zhelin, which were the surrounding cities they were all very familiar with.

The map was covered with dense dots. Xing Conglian counted the number of dots on the map—clearly more than fifteen.

All the black dots were connected by straight lines. If it weren’t for the improper timing and location of this map, it would easily be ignored as something ordinary, like a signature in an ordinary forum.

Xing Conglian took a deep breath, placed his hand on top of Lin Chen’s head, and pointed to the collection of periodicals on the table, asking Lin Chen, “Password book?”

“I’m afraid so.”

Just like in the Yongchuan University suicide case, the mastermind clearly didn’t change their usual methods.

“Then, Song Shengsheng…”

“He should also be under their control.”

Xing Conglian’s heart trembled.

“That’s why I said, things will never be over.” Lin Chen stared at the screen, but his tone wasn’t sorrowful or weak; it sounded determined and composed.

Xing Conglian bent down, with one hand still on Lin Chen’s head and the other hooking around his neck, embraced him, and whispered in his ear, “I’ll be here for you from now on.”

This was probably more like a hug between comrades than between lovers. Lin Chen nestled in his arms, finally turned his head and rubbed against his cheek. His gentle breath carried warmth. “That day on the Zhourui Pharmaceutical building, I’m very sorry, and also for many things before. But if we encounter similar situations in the future, I’ll probably still do the same. The past has left too strong a mark on me, which determines who I am now, and that will never change.” Lin Chen paused, rare hesitation showing in his words. “But I still hope that you can accept… accept me as I am,” Lin Chen said earnestly.

Xing Conglian remained silent for a few seconds. He let go of Lin Chen, stood up, and held his shoulders, solemnly repeating, “From now on, I’ll be here for you.”

……

When Wang Chao came back in, Xing Conglian had already settled next to Lin Chen.

Outside the window, a gentle breeze blew, and the morning sun shone brightly, accompanied by the chirping of birds.

There were still 8 minutes left on the countdown.

Wang Chao rushed in like the wind and slammed the printed map on the table. Lin Chen had already taken out a ballpoint pen from his pocket and pressed it open. He circled all the black dots at the intersections of the lines on the map and said, “If I’m not mistaken, this should be a point code. Overly complex and modern encryption tools are not conducive to widespread information dissemination for the mastermind, and he is an old-school person with special interests.”

As Lin Chen spoke, he began to overlay the printed map on the page of the journal with pencil writing. “The point code requires everyone to have the same decryption alphabet. This paper is the alphabet. And these maps widely spread on the dark web are encrypted ciphertexts. The so-called maps and all the intersections of the lines are there to conceal the point code ciphertexts, eliminating them directly.”

Lin Chen meticulously aligned the map with the journal page, and some letters from the journal were indeed faintly visible. Just as Lin Chen had said, those tiny black dots were perfectly aligned with specific letters.

Lin Chen pressed the ballpoint pen on the black dots of the map paper, gently lifted the blank paper, and pierced the surface with the pen tip, making light marks on the next page of the journal.

Xing Conglian counted. He had poked exactly eleven times.

Finally, Lin Chen lifted the paper and, in order, reported all the blue dots he had marked as letters, saying, “The password is: I, N, T, O, T, H, E, D, A, R, K.”

INTO THE DARK.

Into the dark, in the dark.


Kinky Thoughts:

Just for some clarity, the last part in capitalized letters is in English while the last line is in Chinese (basically explaining what the English code means).


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Criminal Psychology Ch266

Author: 长洱 / Chang’er

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 266

Lin Chen fell silent.

At this moment, Xing Conglian was afraid that he might ask in return, “What choice would you make?”

However, Lin Chen said, “Fu Hao set a trap for you.”

“Isn’t that so?” Xing Conglian felt dizzy. “Fu Hao was so secretive at that time, not saying this or that. Can I still catch up with him now and confront him?”

Lin Chen touched his hand, signaling him to calm down.

“Situational questions have their situational nature, but due to the influence of perceptual gestalt, people tend to subconsciously consider macroscopic issues in the cognitive process, neglecting the obscured details. However, in real situations, the details often determine everything.”

Xing Conglian frowned, becoming nervous. “For example, why were those children on the railroad tracks? Why couldn’t they freely leave the tracks, and how did you become the person who had to pull the lever?”

Lin Chen interrupted him, “The real trolley problem is as follows: A madman has tied five innocent people to the trolley tracks. An out-of-control trolley is coming towards them, and it will crush them in a moment. Luckily, you can pull a lever to switch the trolley to another track. However, the problem is that the madman has also tied one person to the other track. Considering the above situation, would you pull the lever?”

“I would pull it,” Xing Conglian answered without hesitation.

“Congratulations, your choice aligns with approximately 89% of people. The survey results come from psychologist Mark Hauser’s test conducted on 200,000 people worldwide,” Lin Chen said. “Now, you can understand why the details are crucial. Now, I’ll complete the missing details for you.” Lin Chen closed the book, his tone firm without any hesitation.

He said, “Four years ago, I worked at a provincial police station, and Huang Ze was my superior. On November 11th, we received reports from four families, reporting that someone in their homes had gone missing. They were all outstanding young people, including Director Chen’s younger brother, Chen Yujun, Director Wu’s nephew, Wu Shanshan, a young master from the Zhou family, and Huang Ze’s sister, Huang Weiwei. I knew Huang Weiwei from before, and she used to call me Lin Gege.”

“Children from influential families,” Xing Conglian said. “Kidnapped?”

Lin Chen nodded. “My experience at that time was similar to today. During the investigation, we were led to the library…”

Xing Conglian froze; the current scene was too similar to what happened back then.

Lin Chen continued, “I found a book in the gap of a bookshelf, and the words ‘Blind Arbiters’ were circled on the pages, leaving a clue.” Lin Chen said, “Due to some of the criminals’ schemes, in the end, the only one who appeared in the factory was me, and I was stripped of my positioning and communication devices. What Huang Ze, including Fu Hao, saw was the result. None of the case files recorded the truth of the event because I concealed the truth.”

“I believe you,” Xing Conglian said.

Upon hearing this, Lin Chen glanced at him. “Your trust is based on your understanding of my morals and character. In fact, this story conceals the truly dark, despicable, cowardly, and helpless parts of my humanity. I have wanted to gather the courage to tell you countless times, but I failed. I hope you can hear the whole story and then draw your conclusions.”

Lin Chen was very sincere, and Xing Conglian sat up straight, nodding.

“After arriving at the factory, I followed the instructions and entered the first room. There was a note posted on the door.”

“What did the note say?”

“Experimental instruction.” Lin Chen lowered his eyelids, self-deprecatingly saying, “To be honest, I have participated in countless experiments and devised many of them myself, but I never thought that one day someone would conduct such a test on me.”

Lin Chen choked for a moment, trying to stay composed, but Xing Conglian couldn’t sense any abnormality in his tone.

He continued, “The instruction was as follows: ‘Sincere thanks for participating in this experiment. Please read the instructions carefully. This is a decision-making experiment. In the following tasks, you will have the opportunity to enter three rooms, each containing some materials. Please read the materials carefully and then make a choice. After understanding the above instructions, please enter the experiment. Good luck:)’.”

“You went in,” Xing Conglian stated.

“Yes, I went in,” Lin Chen replied. “Behind the door was an ordinary factory room with countless photos and materials on the walls. Apart from the four kidnapped individuals, I saw 16 other people.”

“16 criminals?”

“No, since it’s a difficult problem, the question wouldn’t be so straightforward and crude.” Lin Chen squinted at the sun. Until today, he seemed to recall the life stories of each of those 16 people effortlessly.

Lin Chen continued, “Among the 16 people, five had minor theft-related records, five were ordinary workers from various industries, and the remaining six were social idlers.”

“On one side were a few elites and wealthy children, while on the other side were mostly the disadvantaged in society.” Xing Conglian took a deep breath. “Devious.”

“Later, I went to the second floor and entered the second room, where I saw two video recordings.” Lin Chen’s tone remained calm, as if he had completely detached himself from the whole event. He spoke like a ghostly figure recalling a distant past. “The first video showed the scene of the abduction of the four elite children. The criminals must have observed them for a long time, so they were swift and accurate when they struck.”

“What about the second video?”

“The second video was long and explained why the remaining 16 people appeared in that factory. It was quite consistent—all of the remaining 16 people came due to their greed and were lured there, believing that the criminals were just conducting a psychological experiment.”

“So, the reason why the remaining 16 people didn’t listen to the advice was because they didn’t believe it?” Xing Conglian shivered, unable to imagine how Lin Chen continued after seeing the first room. He couldn’t fathom Lin Chen’s state of mind.

“You don’t have to immediately jump to the third room,” Lin Chen said.

“What else is in the second room?”

“A choice.”

“A choice?”

“At the end of the video, there was another prompt. The gist was that I could now choose to leave the room and seek help on my own, and no one would stop me, but the consequences would be on me. Alternatively, I could choose to go to the last room and complete the experiment.”

Xing Conglian held Lin Chen’s hand, and the latter turned to look at him, only saying, “You actually had no choice—you knew.”

“I knew,” he replied.

“The third room was on the third floor, and there was a black cloth in front of the room. As I climbed higher, I could probably guess what I would see.”

“What’s there?”

“Before pulling the black cloth away, I saw the final video.” Lin Chen paused for a moment; his breath steady. “The last video was very blurry, the camera was shaky, and the image was dark. All I could hear was the voiceover.”

“That’s the part where they try to persuade the participants?” Xing Conglian asked.

“Yes,” Lin Chen said. “The person speaking should be the younger brother of Director Chen’s family, the one you’ve met before. He’s quite different from his brother; Young Master Chen is a mechanical engineer—very talented—and an intelligent tech enthusiast. That’s probably why the culprit chose him. He told the others that they must move to the other side because it was dangerous here.”

“But except for the elite children who knew him, no one else believed him?”

“You can totally imagine that the 16 people lured here believed they were only participating in a psychological experiment, and the examiner asked them to stay in this position until the experiment was over. They naturally regarded those four extremely panicked young people as part of the test.”

“I finally understand why you said details are crucial.”

“That’s probably the most important thing I learned in college. No matter what research results you see, trace their sources, subject selection, experimental processes, data processing methods, and so on, instead of just looking at the results.” Lin Chen pursed his lips and laughed. “But this brings about a problem—once you understand the whole process, you’d rather not have seen anything from the beginning.”

“Then what happened?” Xing Conglian was afraid that Lin Chen might be affected emotionally, so he asked cautiously.

“Like all psychological experiments, after the video ended, a final instruction appeared, but this instruction was broadcasted through a loudspeaker. The voice was clear and calm, and I still remember every word to this day.” Lin Chen crossed his legs, sitting on the stool, imitating the tone he had heard back then, even with a slightly eerie smile. “Congratulations on reaching the final phase of the experiment. You have five minutes to think. Behind the black cloth, you will see two groups of people. Based on the materials you obtained earlier, pull the lever and choose the group that you believe should survive. If you give up the choice, the group with more people will be executed immediately. I sincerely wish you good luck again.”

“After the voice stopped, the factory was initially very quiet. As the black cloth was pulled away, the echoes in the empty factory amplified the screams infinitely,” Lin Chen said almost without any pause. “There were two platforms suspended in mid-air. On one platform stood the four young people I was supposed to rescue—the ones who had been kidnapped. On the other platform lay the other 16 people.”

“Lying down?”

“Yes, one group could speak and beg for help, while the other group was completely unconscious.” Lin Chen blinked slowly. “How fair it was, because they were outnumbered, they got a chance to persuade me using words.”

Xing Conglian took a deep breath and asked, “What else happened?”

“Then…” Lin Chen looked up at the sun in the sky, speaking calmly, “You know, it’s a steel plant, so there was enough molten steel to wipe everyone out. It couldn’t be described as scalding hot anymore.”

Lin Chen tried to maintain calmness from beginning to end, but at this point, he couldn’t restrain himself any longer, and his voice trembled. “It was a balancing system, and my task was to spend five minutes contemplating who to pour the molten steel over. But who, among them, deserved to die?”

Xing Conglian looked sharply at Lin Chen. Since he had heard Fu Hao’s story, he had also tried to simulate the situation Lin Chen faced. However, the reality was always crueler than any simulation.

“To be honest, I really wanted to leave at that moment. The countdown in the broadcast continued, and the numbers were ticking away. I had already listened to terrified cries for almost half a minute. Then, someone’s voice overwhelmed all the others, and he was the first to speak,” Lin Chen said lightly. “The one who spoke first was the young master from the Zhou family. Young Master Zhou is a lawyer, and his persuasiveness was evident at that moment. He pleaded for me to save them, and he had also listened to the instructions. He said those 16 people were supposed to die anyway, and if I pulled the lever, I would be the one killing them. He said that Chen Yujun had already advised them, but they didn’t listen, and they had to take responsibility for their choices!” Lin Chen said, “I felt he made a compelling argument. Why should a few people pay for the foolishness of the majority? But, those were 16 living human beings. Just because they had a lower education, couldn’t understand bearing systems, and were easily misled, did they deserve to die? Young Master Zhou’s words made sense, but I didn’t agree. I truly couldn’t agree with that perspective.”

Xing Conglian couldn’t intervene and could only say quietly, “Mm.”

“He talked about the law, the social system, rules, and human nature. He said so much… You could call him selfish, but I don’t think it was selfish. Everyone has the right to survive, right?”

Xing Conglian felt as if he too was standing high in the factory, watching those young people standing in mid-air, desperately begging for survival. “This is the ultimate moral test. No matter how you choose and no matter which side dies, once the video of the scene is released, it will trigger a massive public outcry. Everyone will start discussing rules, morality, good, and evil. If the elites survive, it will show that the lives of the privileged are more precious than those of the common people. If the majority of commoners survive, it will demonstrate that life can be measured by quantity, not quality.”

“Yes, so at that time, my mind was in chaos. I couldn’t even calm down. I knew what the culprit was trying to do, so I was very panicked. At that moment, I even turned around.” Lin Chen analyzed himself calmly. “My nature isn’t as strong as you think; I’m really a coward. I thought it would be great to stay out of it. I wouldn’t violate the law, and it would seem like I wasn’t responsible for anyone’s death.” Lin Chen looked at him with a mix of despair and desolation, yet still clear-headed. “But as you said, not making a choice is also a choice. If it wasn’t for Young Master Wu starting to curse, I would probably have collapsed and run away.”

“Young Master Wu scolded you?”

“No. Young Master Wu pointed at Young Master Zhou’s nose and called him an idiot, telling him to shut up. They were forcing me to make a decision. Once they miraculously survived, they would become murderers, and their consciences would haunt them for the rest of their lives.” Lin Chen paused for a moment, somewhat relieved. “I read Young Master Wu’s profile; he is an athlete, full of youthful vigor. Even at that moment, he was fighting for fairness for the other side. He’s kind-hearted and will have a very good and fulfilling life. Such a young person shouldn’t die in such a cruel and unreasonable situation.”

Xing Conglian corrected him, “Don’t forget, at that time, you were also very young.”

“I’m different; I held a public office,” Lin Chen said firmly.

Xing Conglian thought Lin Chen probably felt this way.

The sun outside the window had descended further, and the green trees swayed in the wind. It should have been a beautiful afternoon, but because of the story that could only be told while drinking, it became brutal and bloody.

At this moment, neither of them spoke. They just raised their beer cans to each other and lightly tapped them, as if encouraging each other so they could finish telling and hearing the story.

“So, after this, what happened to you as a public official, Consultant Lin?” Xing Conglian asked.

“Time was slow, yet fast; the passage of time in physics isn’t affected by the perception of time in psychology. By then, it had been about three minutes, and the molten steel in the sky began to tilt towards the unconscious 16 people,” he self-derisively said. “The experimenter was forcing me to make a choice, and I was forced to walk up to the lever and reach out my hand for the first time…”

Xing Conglian realized that the molten steel in the sky was the train rushing towards the 16 people, and at this moment, Lin Chen was truly in the operator’s position. He thought for a moment and said to Lin Chen, “The story you’ve told so far is very similar to what Fu Hao said. So, what happened next that even he didn’t know?”

“You can guess,” Lin Chen said.

“Up to now, two people haven’t spoken, Chen Yujun and Huang Weiwei,” Xing Conglian said.

“Yes.” Lin Chen nodded. “Chen Yujun and Huang Weiwei had been sitting quietly in the corner, not saying a word. At the moment I touched the lever, Young Master Zhou grabbed Huang Weiwei and made her answer a question.”

“What question?”

“He pointed to the unconscious people on the other side and raised a possibility. He said it’s possible that the culprit had already killed those 16 people with the so-called sleeping pills. So even if I killed a few to save the majority, it would be in vain. He asked Huang Weiwei to tell me that those people were already dead.”

Xing Conglian finally sensed something abnormal and became nervous. “Why did Young Master Zhou single out Huang Weiwei to ask?”

“Because Weiwei is a doctor.” Lin Chen’s tone was gentle, like an older brother addressing an adored younger sister.

Xing Conglian’s hand holding the beer can couldn’t help but tremble. Lin Chen said that he and Huang Weiwei were old acquaintances, and Lin Chen mentioned that she called him “Lin Gege”.

Of course, Xing Conglian knew that there was only a pure sibling relationship between Lin Chen and Huang Weiwei, but precisely because of its purity and affection, it made everything even more difficult.

“Since I appeared in front of them, Weiwei didn’t say a word to me, and I was like a coward, even afraid to look at her.” Lin Chen sniffled, then laughed. “Actually, we had a lot of fate together. She was my classmate in elementary school, and later, we attended the same university. I got to know Huang Ze because of her. Of course, I’m gay and not Weiwei’s type. She likes guys who are obedient like little dogs, have good muscles, and treat her well. She’s probably the most assertive girl I’ve ever seen. Her parents wanted her to study business and inherit the family business, but she insisted on becoming an obstetrician because she said she loved the joy of welcoming new life. She is very capable and has become a resident physician, so when Young Master Zhou asked her that way, she stood up and clearly told me that the chests of those people were still rising and falling, indicating they were still breathing. Those 16 people were still alive.”

When Lin Chen spoke of Huang Weiwei, he became a bit chatty. Xing Conglian even felt a moment of envy, but he was also happy. A girl whom Lin Chen admired would undoubtedly be upright and brave, making others admire her.

“What a great opportunity to survive! If the molten steel were poured down, who could tell if she was telling the truth? She’s so stubborn, as expected of Huang Ze’s little sister,” he said.

“Huang Ze is probably worlds apart from her.” Hearing this, Lin Chen curled his lips. “For example, if the kidnapped person was Huang Ze, he wouldn’t have noticed the abnormality of the only person who didn’t speak after answering the question.”

“What’s wrong with Chen Yujun?”

“In fact, there is a loophole in the culprit’s experiment, and as a mechanical engineer, Chen Yujun knew exactly where the loophole was. So he sat in the corner the whole time, and I think at that moment, he must have been struggling internally.”

“Did Huang Weiwei also notice the loophole?” Xing Conglian recalled Lin Chen’s experiences.

The balancing game, the suspended platform, and the thousand-degree molten steel overhead. The culprit had to ensure that everyone would obediently play the game. Therefore, there must be something intimidating the clear-minded young elites, making it difficult for the police to save them in a short time, even if they arrived on time.

Xing Conglian felt an icy chill throughout his body and suddenly understood everything.

He looked at his lover, sitting cross-legged beside him, and no longer wanted to hear any more.

He stood up abruptly and said to Lin Chen, “Alright, I already know. You don’t need to say anything more. Now let’s go solve the clues left by the culprit or anything else. You must not speak of this anymore; it’s all in the past!”

“It’s not in the past, and it can never be in the past.” Lin Chen gazed into the distance, almost speaking to himself. “When there was one minute left, Huang Weiwei crouched down and patted Chen Yujun’s face. Just like Young Master Zhou asked her a question, she also asked Chen Yujun a question. This question was short, she asked him, ‘Are we standing on a landmine?'”

“Lin Chen, stop talking!” Xing Conglian’s eyes were bloodshot, and he sternly interrupted.

“The experimenter must have an antisocial personality; he may never experience human emotions like love and kindness in his lifetime. Therefore, he inherently has a mistaken estimation of human nature, and that’s where the loophole lies.” Lin Chen looked straight at the sun in the sky without even blinking. “Human nature—the loophole is merely in human nature. There are too many people in this world who are inherently kind; they are willing to sacrifice their own lives for strangers.”

When Lin Chen reached this point, he finally turned his head. His eyes were red, but he held back his tears firmly. “You keep asking me about the choices I made back then. So, now I tell you, back then, I was a complete coward. I didn’t step forward to take the responsibility I should have borne; instead, someone stepped up and stood in front of me, protecting me with her life and soul. When there were 48 seconds left, Huang Weiwei jumped down from the sky, the balance board shifted, the landmines were triggered, and the molten steel fell from the sky, merging the four of them together…”

“Huang Weiwei pulled the lever for me.”

Lin Chen enunciated clearly and decisively, completing his statement word by word.

Xing Conglian wanted to take out a cigarette, but his hands trembled, and he couldn’t control himself. No matter how the truth was covered up, no matter what choices Lin Chen made, none of it mattered at all. He regretted listening to this story and regretted making Lin Chen relive the events of that year.

“You’re not a coward,” he said firmly, but he found himself choked up for the first time.

Lin Chen laughed at himself, finished the last sip of his drink, and looked up at the sky. “Huang Ze always asks me why I didn’t die. At the beginning, I was also thinking, yes, the one who should die should be me.” He clenched the beer can tightly but spoke calmly. “Huang Weiwei is also my sister, but I not only failed to fulfill my responsibility to protect her but also was taken care of by her. She didn’t even say a word to me until her death because she knew that whatever she said would become the words echoing endlessly in my nightmares. So, the smart girl smiled at me before she died, put a finger to her lips, telling me to keep my mouth shut, and then she jumped.”

Lin Chen turned his head and said with certainty, “That’s the covered-up truth. The radiant brilliance of human nature, both foolish and magnificent, shattered my desperate situation, broke the culprit’s carefully planned schemes. The video cannot be made public, and the hoped-for public opinion frenzy that the culprit wanted cannot continue—all because of human nature, which is truly beautiful.”

“I don’t know how much time she spent thinking and making up her mind, but it must have been very brief. But she even thought of the best way to handle things after this. It was something I couldn’t refuse and could only do it this way,” Lin Chen said. “So, I put my hand on the lever and replaced her as the murderer. I was criticized by four families, but I luckily escaped legal punishment. But only in this way, Weiwei wouldn’t become a saint in the eyes of the rational, nor would she become the noble murderer who callously deprived others of their lives to fulfill her own righteousness. She could quietly die as she wished, and this was what she wanted—the only thing I could do for her after being protected.” Lin Chen paused and calmly said, “That’s why the truth was covered up.”


Kinky Thoughts:

We’re getting into Saw territory here…


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Evil As Humans Ch224

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 224: Arms

Upon returning to the human world, the individuals were immediately covered with blankets by the staff of Shian. Without the enhancements from the Other Side, everyone who returned was naked.

Once separated from the environment of the Other Side, their bodies suddenly felt heavy. It was as if waking up from a drunken stupor, surrounded by a subtle dullness and a sense of unreality. Lu Xiaohe almost fell to the ground, but she managed to support her mother and stand firmly on her feet.

The next step was a continuous process from the hospital to the conference room. Lu Xiaohe sadly realized that she had become very accustomed to this route.

The surviving missing people, the survivors from the Other Side, and many more awaiting rescue were all repeatedly questioned. After leaving the Other Side, Lu Xiaohe spent almost three days in the conference room.

However, this time, she was no longer as anxious and restless as before.

Her mother lay peacefully in the hospital, with all her vital signs improving. Lu Xiaohe had never felt so relaxed; even if the world was crumbling before her, it couldn’t destroy her good mood.

……

That being said, the world wasn’t much different from destruction.

“The mild sources of corruption from Sunken Society have rapidly spread to other cities, and a monster with the ‘Resonance’ abilities has appeared in Haigu. The monster, suspected to be guided by Xiang Jiang, is active through the underground system and has yet to be captured by Shian.”

In the underground conference room, Li Nian calmly explained the current situation.

In front of him, the screen displayed various reports and discussions. The cunning corpse centipede never engaged in direct confrontation with Shian personnel. It would only occasionally show up in the middle of the night and quickly escape, letting everyone know that there were still “gods and ghosts” in this world.

With frequent gruesome murders and people’s unstable mental state, combined with the reshuffling of the worldview involving “monsters” and “angel’s arms”, the Shian personnel weren’t necessarily faring any better than those on the Other Side.

Lu Xiaohe couldn’t help but glance at Li Nian a few more times. When they were rescuing the survivors, Li Nian maintained a serious expression until the end. After confirming that he hadn’t missed anyone, he silently left.

When Xiao Zheng returned, he naturally mentioned Meng Huai and Zhong Chengfeng’s situation. Upon hearing that Meng Huai wanted to stay behind, Li Nian only paused his pen for a moment, not lifting his head. No one knew what he was thinking.

In comparison, Fu Xingchuan was much more straightforward. Upon realizing that Fu Tianyi hadn’t come out, he had a worried smile on his face.

“Now the whole country knows about the ‘angel’s arms’. The good news is that besides ‘knowing that it represents protection’, the situation hasn’t further deteriorated. Those who tried to establish a cult were all arrested. The bad news is that this information is still spreading, and we still don’t know what Love’s purpose is.”

Fu Xingchuan’s dark circles returned, even heavier than before.

“It doesn’t seem too serious?” Back in the human world, Ge Tingting could only rely on her phone to voice her thoughts.

The monsters didn’t destroy cities like in disaster movies, and the corruption sources remained at their initial levels, but there was now a mischievous corpse centipede causing trouble.

Li Nian glanced at Ge Tingting. “It’s precisely because it doesn’t appear serious that it is serious. Why do you think Shian is blocking the information and keeping the metaphysical practitioners hidden underground?”

Ge Tingting shook her head honestly.

“A major disaster can be resolved quickly. But with this continuous series of events, it becomes more difficult to clean up. The unstable environment inevitably affects people’s beliefs. Spreading information about gods and ghosts at this critical juncture will lead to a significant shift in people’s perceptions.”

“Society has its own order, and the law is also evolving, all based on the premise that ‘the majority of people do not believe’. The existing order and laws cannot withstand such abrupt changes… If things continue like this, societal chaos will only spiral out of control.”

Huang Jin silently pondered the possibility of evacuation. Since Ding Lizi’s eyes had also recovered, maybe he could take her to a deserted island for a year or so after he received his prize money.

Fu Xingchuan: “Our top priority now is to rescue those who are still trapped on the Other Side. Regarding this matter, I have a few proposals…”

While Fu Xingchuan spoke, Lu Xiaohe, unusually, became absent-minded.

Assisting Yin Ren with the help of Shian might be too ambitious. This was a battle at the level of a Primordial Elemental. In the past, she would probably have blindly followed the leader—helpless situations were just helpless situations.

But she once believed that her mother’s terminal illness was beyond human power.

Shian had its own arrangements, but she was still the rear commander of Unit 9. Yin Ren and Zhong Chengshuo were still her front-line team. The current her sat at the table, on equal footing with Shian’s two top human fighters.

Could she be even more “outrageous”?

“Our top priority should be addressing the root of the problem.” Lu Xiaohe deliberated before speaking up.

Fu Xingchuan was in the middle of speaking, but he looked at this usually obedient employee with a hint of surprise. Nevertheless, he interrupted his speech and nodded at Lu Xiaohe.

Lu Xiaohe interlocked her fingers and furrowed her brows slightly. “Addressing the corruption, tracking the monster, and rescuing the missing people—Shian has always been in a passive response. Sunken Society is using this method to buy time because it knows that compared to everything on the Other Side, Shian will prioritize the ‘human world’. If we don’t come up with an alternative, we will continue to be passive.”

“Wait.” Huang Jin hurriedly spoke up. “You don’t mean to have Shian support the Other Side, do you? Yes, Meng Huai and the others have developed some spells, but it still requires a significant number of personnel to perfect them! If we withdraw the cultivators from outside now…”

Lu Xiaohe shook her head. “I am a science post, and I can only speak from the perspective of a science post. It appears that Shian does have a clear potential ally—one that won’t cause manpower pressure or attract attention.”

“At present, the science post is relatively relaxed, so I suggest that the available senior science posts and the laboratory support Zhong Chengshuo. He already has considerable knowledge of the Other Side, and being a former Primordial Elemental, his thinking is certainly broader than that of humans.”

Lu Xiaohe’s tone was very solemn.

“This is my judgment as the rear commander.”

Fu Xingchuan raised an eyebrow and stroked his stubbled chin. Li Nian lowered his eyes, adding another layer of shadow to his already troubled expression.

Only Comrade Huang Jin persistently challenged. “If Zhong Chengshuo is on the Other Side, will Qi Xin readily assist us in opening and closing the door?”

“We don’t need to have direct contact with him.” Lu Xiaohe turned her head. “We just need data exchange, and there will always be a way.”

“Are you sure he will assist the human world?”

Hearing this, Li Nian finally spoke quietly.

“Yin Ren is currently being trained by Qi Xin. The likelihood of Zhong Chengshuo, as a fellow Primordial Elemental, providing support is higher.”

Lu Xiaohe: “Uh…”

“Zhong Chengshuo isn’t a human. At this critical moment, asking him to turn around and study the human world may not be what he desires. Your proposal is good, but unfortunately, the reasoning is insufficient.”

“I…” Lu Xiaohe’s voice trailed off sadly.

Yes, Zhong Chengshuo wasn’t human. When they were together, she always seemed to forget that. To explain to Shian, she needed to find a way to present it as feasible…

Fu Xingchuan cleared his throat, preparing to continue explaining the rescue plan. Just then, his phone started vibrating like crazy.

Minister Fu answered with a troubled expression, but after a few sentences, his face gradually froze, and his eyes turned to Lu Xiaohe.

“Miss Gao, you dreamt of Zhong Chengshuo and a black cat? He was clinging to the window and said he wanted to talk to Shian?”

“Hold on, don’t go back to sleep… Wait!”

……

Zhong Chengshuo firmly clung to the window.

He held onto the windowsill with both hands, looking sincere, while Dr. Cat sat steadily on the windowsill—both of them looking towards Gao Mengyu inside the house.

Gao Mengyue had long grown accustomed to this dream. Since she discovered that it was the real Qiqi outside her door, she no longer feared the recurring dream. Over time, she even learned to pet the cat’s soft limbs in her dream while reviewing knowledge points for the postgraduate entrance examination.

But today, her dream had two unexpected visitors.

“I just called the people from Shian, and they will send someone soon.” After getting Qiqi’s affirmation, Gao Mengyu opened the window. Dr. Cat leaped into the room, surveying the small apartment.

“I see. It seems feasible to enter dreams in a physical sense.” It lay down on Gao Mengyu’s desk with its tail swaying from side to side. “Those ‘Lonely’ cats are quite useful.”

In recent days, the Lonely cats had been crawling all over the human stronghold—their fleshy limbs flailing in fear of the large number of corpses in the cold storage. Despite this, most of the Lonely cats didn’t dare go out due to the constant surveillance of the forces of Love.

Only Gao Mengyu’s cat took advantage of its physical strength and dived into “Satisfaction” every day, tirelessly warning Gao Mengyu.

At first, Dr. Meiqiu just hitched a ride and collected data on its own. Who would have thought that today, even this Old Fear had infiltrated its fleshy limbs and smuggled himself into “Satisfaction”.

Although she knew it was a dream, Gao Mengyu still poured a glass of water for Zhong Chengshuo and opened a can of meat for Meiqiu. Gao Mengyu’s cat, Qiqi, entered through the door and comfortably sprawled in the middle of the room.

“Where’s Yin Ren?” she politely asked.

Zhong Chengshuo: “He’s recuperating.” More accurately, he was scavenging for food and then running away.

Gao Mengyu had no knowledge of the situation on the Other Side. “Are you saying that you want to talk to Shian and everyone is fine?”

“Everyone is fine. I just have something I want to discuss with them,” Zhong Chengshuo said, pushing his glasses up. “You mentioned bringing someone. Who would that be?”

“It’s me.” Fu Xingchuan appeared in the center of the room.

This should have been a handsome entrance, but it was a pity Minster Fu stepped on a sprawled-out Lonely cat. Gao Mengyu’s cat let out a loud “meow” as several fleshy limbs fiercely struck Fu Xingchuan’s back.

Startled, Fu Xingchuan and the cat instantly engaged in a one-on-one battle inside the apartment.

Zhong Chengshuo patiently held his cup of water, waiting for the two to calm down. Dr. Cat, on the other hand, calmly began licking its paws, ignoring the man and Lonely cat that was wrestling.

“…So, what do you want with Shian?”

After about half a minute of struggling, Fu Xingchuan sat down on the ground, panting heavily.

“I want data,”

Zhong Chengshuo sincerely looked down at Fu Xingchuan and started to count on his fingers.

“All the research materials of the Great Celestial Master Zhong Yi; the ghost fetus data recorded by Shian in the Archive regarding the Guo Laifu case; and the blood sample analysis data of Shian on me and Yin Ren, especially the latter—the more detailed, the better.”

Fu Xingchuan: “……” While he didn’t fully understand this science post, he could sense a hint of meaning.

Whether it was Shian, the Primordial Elementals, or Zhong Chengshuo himself, they all believed that Yin Ren was the cub of “Fear”. Why did Zhong Chengshuo suddenly request this data again at this critical juncture?

Back then, “Fear” split off its power to Yin Ren, giving birth to a brand new “Fear”. Later, Zhong Chengshuo, as the old Fear, merged with a human, and Yin Ren developed as the cub of Fear. Most of the process had also been observed in the memory world.

The subtle rejection between the two also corresponded to the characteristics of the Primordial Elementals that Meng Huai discovered on the Other Side.

Even if there were deviations, they could be attributed to individual differences. Fu Xingchuan pondered but couldn’t come up with any worthwhile insights.

“Why do you suddenly need all this?” Fu Xingchuan asked decisively. “If you want to study yourself and regain your powers, I can understand that.”

When I see a bird that walks like a duck, swims like a duck, and quacks like a duck, I call it a duck*.” Zhong Chengshuo tightened his grip on the cup in his hand. “This method may be effective, but it doesn’t apply to biology.”

*Quote from James Whitcomb Riley.

Zhong Chengshuo once had spoken one-on-one with Qi Xin about the peculiarities of Yin Ren. At that time, she had made it clear that she didn’t care who Yin Ren was and only wanted to solve the problems on the Other Side. However, in their previous encounters, although Qi Xin didn’t say much, she clearly showed fear and concern towards Yin Ren.

“Now Yin Ren is focused on gaining power, so there’s no time to worry about trivial details, but I cannot afford to overlook them.”

Zhong Chengshuo looked at his own hands.

What if Yin Ren was meant to be a bird that flew in the sky but now clumsily tried to imitate swimming? What if Yin Ren’s fatal weakness was different from “Fear”? What if Qi Xin had discovered something before him and betrayed them at the crucial moment, leading to a disastrous outcome?

“I used to think that as long as I provided strong support, I could help him. Now it seems that it’s far from enough…”

Even though he had retrieved the authority of “Fear” through the Karma Lantern, that hollow feeling of powerlessness hadn’t disappeared; it had become even more apparent.

Fu Xingchuan observed this ancient Primordial Elemental.

The sleeves of his white-lined robe were slightly long, with a few folds piled up near the cup. Zhong Chengshuo furrowed his brow, showing genuine distress.

The first time Fu Xingchuan saw Zhong Chengshuo, this person exuded an air of “ease and confidence” from head to toe. But now, he seemed somewhat helpless, resembling a young person in their thirties.

“Alright, I understand.” Fu Xingchuan snorted. “Shian will provide you with all the data you need, and we will arrange for people to come here to exchange information with you. If necessary, you can access the highest-level laboratories and researchers.”

“But I heard that Meiqiu has been researching the ‘angel’s arm’ recently. If needed, please assist him,” Fu Xingchuan added meaningfully.

“No problem.” This time, Zhong Chengshuo responded quickly.

“Lu Xiaohe just mentioned it recently, that we should support your possible research.” Fu Xingchuan smiled. “Your team seems to have good coordination.”

“Please thank her for me,” Zhong Chengshuo said, bowing his head sincerely.

With a helpful assistant acquired, Meiqiu’s tail curled up straight, and it contentedly started purring.

Fu Xingchuan nodded to the two of them and disappeared on the spot. Not far away, Gao Mengyu took off her earphones and closed the graduate entrance exam materials in her hand. “Have you finished discussing?”

“Almost. I just have one more question.”

The black cat jumped onto Zhong Chengshuo’s knee and looked at him with its round eyes.

“Even if you’re incredibly bored, you wouldn’t negotiate with Shian without any clues. Hey, do you have some kind of lead?”

Zhong Chengshuo lowered his gaze, and the reflection of the black cat appeared in his eyes.

“It’s just an insignificant conjecture,” he said.

Indeed, it was an insignificant conjecture. Taking advantage of Yin Ren being away for treatment, Zhong Chengshuo locked himself in a solitary space of imagination, thoroughly chewing on every memory related to Yin Ren, hoping to find even the tiniest clue.

And he did find something.

It was just a subtle feeling.

A long time ago, in the Archive, he encountered the most beautiful monster in the world. Zhong Chengshuo remembered the mottled red veil, the sea-like black wings… and the hundreds of pale arms protruding beneath the veil.

It was their first day of interaction, and he had gently pressed his hand against that enormous palm.

And not long ago, while curled up amidst a sea of wings, a pale arm suddenly attacked, narrowly brushing past him.

Their auras were undeniably similar.


The author has something to say:

The final unveiling begins.


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Evil As Humans Ch223

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 223: Recess

The broken figure of Hu Tao disappeared in place, and the white arm that was dwelling on her back suddenly shattered.

Like a crumbled marble sculpture, it scattered into palm-sized pale flesh chunks, rolling all over the ground. A tremendous force erupted, severely disrupting the surroundings. Zhong Chengshuo could no longer concentrate his imagination due to the severe disturbance, and the camouflage around him collapsed in an instant.

“Run!” Yin Ren grabbed Zhong Chengshuo’s wrist.

The two took out their photos and, following the directions in the comments, sprinted towards the exit.

Yin Ren didn’t use any magic anymore; he relied solely on his physical abilities to dash through the clusters of white. Despite his astonishing athletic ability, Zhong Chengshuo couldn’t keep up with the evil that had been bounding through the mountains and forests for three hundred years. Eventually, Yin Ren practically had to drag him along.

“Why…” The atmosphere was off. Zhong Chengshuo managed to squeeze out the question amidst the jostling.

Yin Ren didn’t answer. He had sprinted ahead of Zhong Chengshuo, so Zhong Chengshuo couldn’t see his lover’s face.

Hu Tao was a fierce ghost. Although she had been a “neighbor” for some time, Zhong Chengshuo hadn’t really seen her much. He had only recently experienced emotions, so he didn’t have much deep attachment to Hu Tao.

She had left, and he would remember, but it was just a faint regret once the dust settled.

But Yin Ren was different from him. The small Yin Village from thousands of years ago could still make the Great Celestial Master wipe out tens of thousands of troops. Yin Ren had always been open about his emotions, and now that he had lost the familiar Hu Tao like this, he was definitely deeply concerned.

Moreover, since they started acting together, Yin Ren had never left him behind like this.

Zhong Chengshuo couldn’t ignore this abnormality.

“Why?” he persistently asked.

“She was exposed to too much Evil Force.” Yin Ren’s tone was eerily calm. “Even if Love immediately gave up on her, I couldn’t bring her back to her previous state. Allowing her to rest in peace early is the only way.”

The snowy landscape quickly retreated around the two, and in the blur, silence persisted for a few seconds.

Zhong Chengshuo let out an “oh”. “I know. That’s not what I’m asking.”

Yin Ren fell silent for a while. When he spoke again, his voice was somewhat hoarse. “As ‘King Yama’, you must have similar judgments. But when it comes to the decision to ‘save her’, I don’t want your opinion mixed in. I sent her away myself, and I will remember that.”

“Because you want to firmly blame yourself?” Zhong Chengshuo pondered with difficulty.

“I’ve never liked casually releasing fierce ghosts.” Yin Ren paused for a moment and answered rhetorically. “As long as they continue to exist, they will always find something.”

Zhong Chengshuo made a somewhat incomprehensible “mm” sound and didn’t ask any more questions. Yin Ren then accelerated his pace, swallowing the sourness in his throat.

Whether it was letting go of attachments and finding liberation or gradually fading away and being forgotten over a long period of time, fierce ghosts would eventually find one or two useless yet comfortable moments during their lengthy journey entangled by attachments.

Yin Ren liked these moments the most. They might be insignificant and meaningless, but they could turn “existence” into “life”.

Just like a thousand years ago, the candy specially heated at the doorstep of Yin Village and arranged into comical shapes by children.

In room 601, Building 4 of Ping’an Manor would no longer have anyone competing with him for the tablet to watch dramas, nor would anyone point out things and share random life experiences about his online shopping cart.

“…Zhong Ge.”

“Yeah?”

“The struggle with Love is now my ‘personal grudge’,” Yin Ren said. “Since it wants to find out our abilities, I’ll let it see clearly—under no circumstances should you bring out your Karma Lantern.”

“But—”

“Love is powerful, but its true form isn’t present. Otherwise, there would be no need to use Hu Tao to buy time,” Yin Ren said. “Since its true form isn’t here, I know what I need to do.”

In an instant, darkness covered the snowy world.

……

“You’re back? Where’s Yin Ren?” Lu Xiaohe looked surprised at Ge Tingting and Huang Jin.

“Huang Jin” smiled faintly. “I think they’ll be here soon. Love’s power just collapsed, so it must have suffered a setback.”

Hearing the tone, Lu Xiaohe immediately caught on. “Qi Xin.”

“Listen carefully.” With Huang Jin’s face, Qi Xin slightly raised her chin with a hint of arrogance. “You came to me for help, and I did what I needed to do. I won’t interfere in other matters. I’m just a projection here, with limited abilities. Even if you turn to Yin Ren… Huh?!”

Before she could finish speaking, everything in front of her turned into pure darkness. This time, it wasn’t the legion of cats submerging everyone, but a soft and warm mass of wings.

Yin Ren.

As they reached the exit zone at the center of the cocoon, the mass of wings suddenly appeared and swiftly expanded. It enveloped all living beings at the fastest speed, desperately trying to drill towards the exit. For some reason, Yin Ren didn’t use his transformed appearance; he still had that old appearance resembling the “cub of Fear”.

On the other side of the exit, Fu Tianyi was busy using his sword to break through the cocoon. The weak spot became the breakthrough point. The dark mass of wings burst out from within, directly stunning Fu Tianyi with a physical blow.

When Meng Huai and her companions saw a beam of darkness breaking through the cocoon, their expressions changed drastically. Unfortunately, there were wolves in front and tigers in the back. They were surrounded by countless Elementals. The darkness, accompanied by mist, instantly sealed them off completely.

Yin Ren used himself as armor to protect hundreds of humans within. Countless masses of wings rushed towards the surrounding army of Elementals, tearing open a path of escape.

As if sensing the intense turmoil, a snowy white mist gradually permeated the surface of the hemisphere. Countless arms extended from its surface, fiercely grabbing at the mass of wings.

In an instant, the outermost layer of the mass of wings tore and became damaged. The surrounding Elementals swarmed like bloodthirsty flies, voraciously devouring the damaged wings.

With an army of Elementals attacking from the front and countless arms tearing at them from behind, that pitch-black mass of wings showed no intention to fight back. It struggled and dashed as if it didn’t know the meaning of pain, like a shark caught in a fishing net, desperate for survival.

Zhong Chengshuo, once again disguised as Yin Ren through his imagination, was hidden deep within the mass of wings. He widened his eyes, desperately trying to activate his true sight and survey the surrounding situation.

Zhong Chengshuo could understand Yin Ren’s thoughts.

With the sudden loss of Hu Tao as its vessel, Love had no time to react. If they delayed any longer, Huang Jin and Ge Tingting might become its new targets.

To preserve their trump card, they had to escape as quickly as possible.

The surrounding army of Elementals was numerous, but they couldn’t withstand the massive size of the wings. In an instant, the eyeball barrier shattered, and countless limbs were twisted off.

Various attacks came rushing at them, but the mass of wings consumed all the physical attacks, rendering emotional resonance and cognitive distortion useless. The encirclement of the Elementals was on the verge of collapse.

Seeing the unfavorable situation, the giant hemisphere within the white net finally reacted.

Bang!

A horrifying dull sound came from the depths of the giant hemisphere.

The arms on the surface of the hemisphere wildly extended, almost piercing through that black mass like countless arrows. One of the arms almost grazed Zhong Chengshuo as it passed through.

Zhong Chengshuo placed one hand on the Karma Lantern and tightly clenched his fist with the other hand.

Bang!

An indescribable sense of oppression rose from the interior of the hemisphere. It was so close that it made one’s hair stand on end, yet it felt distant, as if it was in another space.

Countless arms seemed to be injected with chicken blood*. That black mass was torn apart by one-third. However, Yin Ren didn’t let go of the person he was holding tightly, nor did he slow down their escape. With a kind of almost fanatical determination, he bit down on one direction, voraciously devouring the nearby Elementals.

*Metaphor referring to become excited or insane.

Zhong Chengshuo held onto the lantern tightly.

Seeing the mass of wings he normally cautiously embraced being torn apart, Zhong Chengshuo felt so devastated that even breathing became difficult. But he had to observe everything, not missing any details.

Bang!

Countless arms entangled and transformed into several giant hands, fiercely squeezing the black mass.

At the same time, a breach finally appeared in the encirclement of the Elementals. Like a breached flood, the sea of wings broke free from the encirclement and swiftly flowed down from the web crawling with Elementals, rushing towards the distance.

Then it disappeared without a trace.

……

As soon as they had transferred to a relatively safe area, Yin Ren returned to his human form. His skin and flesh turned over, creating a terrifying appearance.

Once everyone’s consciousness in Shian was restored, Yin Ren’s gaze directly locked onto “Huang Jin”. “Quickly escort everyone out.”

Love’s plan to trap them had failed, and it would undoubtedly send its Elementals to search in all directions. From Lu Xiaohe’s mother to over a hundred missing individuals, Yin Ren brought them out of the cocoon, and they couldn’t be left unattended.

Qi Xin decisively released the body she was possessing, revealing her figure in the mist and using her foot to nudge Huang Jin, who was lying limp on the ground.

She cast an annoyed glance at the numerous missing individuals scattered on the ground, then looked over at Yin Ren, covered in wounds. “It was unnecessary. You wouldn’t have ended up in such a sorry state.”

“The sorrier, the better,” Yin Ren said.

“For humans, perhaps,” Qi Xin replied.

Qi Xin stepped over the bodies of the missing individuals and stopped in front of Yin Ren. Her face was as cold as snow, and her voice shifted to a mental transmission.

[I trained you not to win over Love with flowery words. You should suppress it comprehensively, destroy it head-on—that’s the “Fear” I expect from you.]

A smile appeared on Yin Ren’s heavily scarred face. [Yes, I should have given it my all just now to show you clearly—see what Love wants to do, and what exactly I am, so that you can choose the next course of action.]

Qi Xin narrowed her eyes.

“Please send these people away, Qi Xin,” Yin Ren said with a smile on his face, but there was no humor in his voice. “I’m sorry, but at least for now, I can’t give you any reason to not lean towards Love.”

“Indeed, Fear without a brain is more reasonable,” she sighed softly. “I have only one request…”

“I will stay,” Yin Ren interrupted. “Not just to heal my injuries, but also to remain on the Other Side.”

Upon hearing this, Zhong Chengshuo took a few steps, supporting the heavily injured Yin Ren and silently showing his support.

Qi Xin didn’t waste any more words. With a sigh, the group was teleported to the courtyard of the Lonely cats.

“Keep watch around us,” Qi Xin threw a command to Gao Mengyu’s cat.

Amidst the curious crowd, Qi Xin once again contorted her body. Accompanied by successive explosions, her flesh twisted into a horrifying ring. Within the distorted scene, gradually transforming into a vortex, it connected to the “Other Side passage” beneath Shian.

The first to be sent out were the missing individuals.

One by one, the weak people were sent away from the Other Side, awaiting Shian’s rescue. When it came time to send Lu Xiaohe’s mother, Yin Ren stopped Lu Xiaohe, who was helping with the evacuation.

He placed his hand on Lu Xiaohe’s mother’s chest, and red silk surged, permeating into her body like clouds and mist.

“She’ll be fine.” Yin Ren’s voice softened. “After she’s out, have Shian’s people take a look. Xiaohe Jie, your wish has been fulfilled.”

Lu Xiaohe opened her mouth, seeming to have countless words she wanted to say, but nothing came out.

In the end, she just nodded heavily, holding her mother, and left the Other Side.

Ge Tingting pulled the unconscious Huang Jin. “Yin Ge, you…”

“I’ll be fine. You all should go back and rest,” Yin Ren said with another smile. “After learning so much on the Other Side, it’s time for you to inform Shian as well.”

Zhong Chengshuo looked at Yin Ren with a complicated gaze.

Currently, they needed Qi Xin’s assistance to enter and exit the Other Side. Considering Qi Xin’s lack of empathy towards humans, if she were to break ties with Yin Ren, the people left behind wouldn’t know how long it would take for them to leave.

“Well, bring Xiao Zheng and Chengfeng with you too. They’ve remembered what had accumulated over the years.” Meng Huai crossed her arms and spoke casually. “I’ll stay behind to guard. Shian needs someone on the frontlines.”

“I’m not leaving. You need a partner.” Zhong Chengfeng shook her head. “I know what you’re worried about—you’re afraid that if you go back, you won’t want to come back again.”

Meng Huai clicked her tongue. “It’s been so many years. A little delay in going back won’t make a difference. You talk too much.”

“Whether I’m willing or not, it’s the same for you,” she muttered under her breath.

The missing individuals sank into their dreams, one by one disappearing into the passage. Strangely, no one showed a joyful expression—time on the Other Side was almost stagnant, while time in the outside world passed leisurely. At this moment, it might not be considered a definitive and satisfactory conclusion.

Zhong Chengshuo surveyed his surroundings. The courtyard that was filled with people moments ago now appeared empty. Apart from Yin Ren, himself, and Qi Xin, the three remaining Elementals, there were only Meng Huai and Zhong Chengfeng, Fu Tianyi, and Dr. Cat.

“At least the task of finding people is over.”

Fu Tianyi took a deep breath. He stood up straight, showing a bit of the dignity of the Fu family.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t of much help this time. Next time…”

A sharp screech from the “Lonelies” came from the outside world. Qi Xin’s twisted ring trembled, and the vortex in the center fluctuated violently. Then the flesh ring deformed and expanded, accompanied by the squeezing sound of space closing, and the exit vanished without a trace.

At the same time, the courtyard gradually became shrouded in shadows as a large number of Elementals rushed toward it.

The Lonely cats ran around the ground, picking up tablecloths and kittens, trying to hide themselves behind larger cats.

The largest “Lonely”—Gao Mengyu’s cat—quickly moved, using Yin Ren to block its massive self.

Fu Tianyi: “?”

What about his way back home?

“They’re pretty quick.” Yin Ren sneered. “Meng Jie, it’s too dangerous for you to stay with us. It’s best to leave early.”

Meng Huai lifted her eyelids. “Oh.”

She took out a large amount of Elemental flesh and smeared it on the ground, expanding and contracting it.

In the next moment, the earth trembled, and the surrounding space cracked like fish scales. Zhong Chengshuo instinctively held onto Yin Ren, and the two of them were then pressed down by a large pile of sticky flesh and limbs. After struggling for a while, they finally managed to poke their heads out from under the group of cats.

Before them, astonishingly, was Meng Huai’s stronghold.

Fu Tianyi held Dr. Cat in his arms with an expression mixed with conflict and bitterness. The entire courtyard of Lonely cats was crammed into the room, making the once spacious room feel somewhat crowded. The Lonely cats stood dazed for a moment before curiously crawling around.

In an instant, the original small courtyard was empty, leaving only one person.

Qi Xin looked up, meeting the incoming army of Elementals head-on.

“Heh, humans,” Qi Xin remarked.

She rolled her eyes and disappeared into the depths of the mist.


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Sendoff Ch63

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 63: Karma

After Yin Ci left, the abbot’s room became quiet for a while.

Juehui’s bitter melon face became even more bitter, and he turned to Abbot Juefei. “Senior Brother, what’s the meaning of this?”

“Juehui, do you know how one becomes a demon? Yan Budu has committed countless evils, but once he enters the Buddha’s Heart Formation, he may not necessarily have an inner demon—both extreme goodness and extreme evil are transparent, with few doubts. But the inner demon itself is an unsolvable problem and an inescapable suffering, asking the heavens for answers.”

Abbot Juefei showed a complicated expression.

“Those who possess an inner demon are either good people turning to evil or evil people attempting to awaken. One must be strong and persistent. The causes and conditions are intricate and difficult to unravel, gathering great karmic obstacles, only driving people towards madness and chaos.”

Juehui understood. “What you asked at the end, is it for the sake of sentient beings? Perhaps Patron Yin has ‘turned from good to evil’. He still has a faint karmic bond that hasn’t been severed. If we lend him a hand, it might be possible to dispel that inner demon.”

“That’s right. However, I haven’t heard of any earth-shattering tragedies in recent decades, nor have I encountered such a formidable master. I truly can’t fathom Patron Yin’s situation.”

Abbot Juefei counted his prayer beads, and his smile was tinged with bitterness.

“Never mind, after I finish writing the introduction letter, you gather the records of Martial Uncle and the Taiheng confidential letter. Tomorrow, I will hand them over together… The Sect Master’s inner demon is significant, but it is clean and pure. For now, we need not worry. However, white is the color most prone to dust. Such is fate for master and disciple to meet.”

Juehui softly chanted a Buddhist mantra.

“Your little disciple, Zhixing, right? Perhaps meeting in the Ghost Tomb was also fate. After tomorrow, have him prepare well and send all the members of the Kushan Sect down the mountain.”

“Yes.”

It was mid-afternoon, and the sunlight was perfect.

When Yin Ci returned to his guest room, the two servants finally snapped out of it and were exuberantly expressing their excitement.

Yan Qing had applied medicine to his injured foot. He wiped the stone sword clean and placed it in the brightest spot, almost ready to offer a few sticks of incense. Su Si, on the other hand, didn’t like the sword at all and complained that it was occupying the sunny spot where he wanted to bask. The two of them laughed and bickered, creating a noisy scene.

Upon seeing Yin Ci enter the room, both of them unconsciously lowered their voices.

Even though Yin Ci didn’t appear much older, considering Yin Ci’s inner demon, Yan Qing and Su Si regarded him as an elder.

Yin Ci didn’t want to pretend and deal with too many people. He quite appreciated their perceptiveness. He put on the appearance of a “senior disciple of the Kushan Sect” and said, “These past few days, you have endured the afflictions of greed, hatred, and ignorance and have also experienced the Sword of Compassion. You have suffered quite a bit. Seeing that the Jianchen Temple is quiet and suitable for recuperation, today, rest well.”

Yan Qing nodded with joy, while Su Si immediately flopped onto the couch. “Finally, a moment of peace and quiet.”

Yin Ci smiled and entered the inner room, closing the partition door.

“You’re back? …Hiss!”

Shi Jingzhi grimaced as he tended to his burned palms. Seeing Yin Ci, he intended to put on a nonchalant facade. However, as he raised his hand, the medicine splashed a bit more, causing Shi Jingzhi to inhale sharply, almost biting his own tongue.

His hands were a bloody mess, making it inconvenient to move, and the distinctive smell of burns permeated the air. Yin Ci simply dragged over a chair and sat beside Shi Jingzhi. “Hands.”

“I’m almost done wrapping it.”

“Start over. Don’t underestimate hand injuries. A slight deviation when facing an enemy is enough to cost you your life.”

Shi Jingzhi hesitated for a moment, then obediently spread out his hands. His fingers were long and powerful, but they were covered in festering burns, which looked quite horrifying at first glance.

Yin Ci shook his head. “Even if the root of the ailment isn’t left behind, it will leave scars. If you end up with all sorts of messy scars in the future…”

“‘I won’t be liked by little girls in the future’?” Following a fragment of memory, Shi Jingzhi blurted out.

Whether it was Shi Jingzhi’s illusion or not, when he said those words, Yin Ci’s gaze softened a bit.

He resumed his indifferent demeanor, teasingly saying, “I was originally going to say, ‘It’ll be easy to let the flag slip while holding it in the future’. As long as Shizun doesn’t have a short life, even if hair grows on both hands, there will still be girls who will like you.”

As he spoke, Yin Ci carefully opened the wound, neither too gentle nor too forceful, applying the medicine just right.

Shi Jingzhi’s hands didn’t move. “I see people in the world come and go, but in my heart, there’s only room for a few. I’m not good at handling these things. It’s too much to chew on. If I can make A’Ci happy, that’s enough for me.”

“‘Too much to chew on’? Shizun, be careful not to choke.”

Yin Ci chuckled and carefully wrapped the wound with the well-applied medicine.

“…Alright, don’t move around for the next two days, and don’t use chopsticks either. I’ll make some spoon-friendly meals. Why don’t you take a nap first to rest?”

Shi Jingzhi felt a little disappointed. “No more playing with the sand table?”

“Mm, after all, someone didn’t listen to advice.”

“But you were so focused when playing with the sand table. I’ve never seen you so happy before.”

Yin Ci’s heart softened, and he relaxed a bit. “Let’s talk about it when your hand is better.”

Shi Jingzhi didn’t end up taking a nap after all. He leaned on the table, lost in thought, his face full of contemplation. Yin Ci, bored to the extreme, leaned against the window and admired the scenery—perhaps influenced by Shi Jingzhi’s earlier discussion of the scenery, now that they were in a new place, he couldn’t help but appreciate the view.

Indeed, the view outside the window was splendid. The light illuminated the extraordinary rocks, and the wind swayed the bamboo, truly calming the mind.

“I’ve come up with a brilliant idea.” After a moment, Shi Jingzhi suddenly straightened his back. “A’Ci, Yan Qing has the weakest foundation in our sect, and it wouldn’t be appropriate for us to teach him directly. Since we both have free time, let’s create a fake secret manual that suits him. We can say it was given by Venerable Juefei and have Su Si help him practice it.”

Yin Ci: “…”

Yin Ci: “Didn’t I tell you to take a nap in bed?” Why are you talking nonsense in broad daylight?

Shi Jingzhi stood up determinedly. “I’m not joking. Although the level of cultivation techniques themselves may vary, they should also be compatible with a person’s nature.”

“Su Si is cunning and overly cautious. He’s naturally gifted with powerful hands, so the Chigou Sect’s Red Chi Hand technique is the most suitable for him to practice. But if we let Yan Qing learn it, given his honest nature, he’ll only end up with a clumsy version. A’Ci, you lack inner force, but your external martial arts are exceptional, making the complex and bizarre Bone Sweeping Sword technique a perfect fit. Yan Qing with the Sword of Compassion—even if he trains hard, he can only learn a scraping technique.”

“The secret manuals that are widely circulated in the martial world may be more suitable for a larger number of people and yield better results. But as you surely understand, such cultivation techniques cannot produce truly top-notch masters.”

Yin Ci: “…Shizun, do you still remember? Yan Qing is just a servant of the Kushan Sect.”

Shi Jingzhi’s expression turned serious. “Venerable Kongshi was a great monk, and we can’t let his sword be disgraced. Sand table battles are battles, and honing techniques through sparring is also a battle. In this way, we can continue our exchanges.”

Right. Yan Qing was given the Sword of Compassion, and this person just wanted to keep playing.

Yin Ci pondered for a while and felt that he was probably a little crazy too. He found Shi Jingzhi’s proposal oddly intriguing. He pushed aside the absurd idea and helplessly said, “Shizun, there’s no need to go to such lengths. You previously mentioned that I should teach him when I have time, so I’ll just teach him directly.”

“Did I say that? Then let’s pretend I didn’t say it. A’Ci’s strength is profound, and it’s enough for me to be the only one who knows.”

“…”

‘Well, that works too,’ Yin Ci thought. He had lived for hundreds of years and had never done such a ridiculous thing.

The master and disciple decided to take action. They first sent the two servants away, then asked the monks for old paper, ink, and worn-out cloth.

The Sutra Cleansing Session was in progress, and many old scriptures needed repair. They had everything they needed. The monks, with kind hearts, although perplexed, still fulfilled Shi Jingzhi’s requests one by one.

“Let’s call it the ‘White Jade Green Knife’ technique. After all, A’Ci, you have the Bone Sweeping Sword technique.” Shi Jingzhi picked up a pen and generously suggested, “No, the Sword of Compassion is a sword, so let’s call it the ‘White Jade Green Sword’ technique…”

This person’s obsession with tofu and cabbage was alarming. Yin Ci rubbed his forehead. “Tonight, I’ll cook you pearl jade white jade soup. How about changing the name?”

“That’s true; four characters are a bit long. How about the White Green Sword technique? Green Jade Sword technique?”

“How about the ‘Jade Chime Sword’ technique? It is said, ‘Hold the jade hammer, strike the chime, and the sound will be heard in the three thousand worlds*.’ It suits the sword.”

*Metaphorically, this sentence refers to the idea of making a significant impact or achieving a widespread effect that reaches far beyond one’s immediate surroundings or circumstances.

Shi Jingzhi beamed with a smile and swiftly wrote it down. “That’s it.”

The four characters of “Jade Chime Sword Technique” appeared on the paper with powerful strokes.

Immediately, the two of them cleared the space in the inner room and started contemplating the content. Yin Ci picked up a broom as a giant sword, while Shi Jingzhi tied a scroll of paper around his arm as a weapon. They began practicing their moves in a lifelike manner.

Shi Jingzhi had never stopped practicing. After several days, his movements weren’t yet proficient, but he had a solid grasp of the slow-motion techniques. Stepping on the fragmented sunlight of the afternoon, they exchanged moves, resembling a graceful dance of sorts.

Shi Jingzhi turned briskly. “There are only a few major categories of footwork theories. The stone sword is too heavy, so it’s better to use a more agile style that suits a stable mold.”

“Yes, but Yan Qing has a big stride and lacks flexibility… We need to make adjustments here.” Yin Ci supported him by placing a hand on his back and pushing upward, grabbing a handful of his cool and silky hair.

As the sun began to set, the footwork took shape.

The two no longer rotated their bodies or made probing steps but clashed their sword techniques.

“No, the move you just made was too complicated. Yan Qing has a straightforward mind, so big, sweeping motions are better. Here, let me attack again, and you defend and observe.” Shi Jingzhi brandished the paper scroll with a vigorous aura. “This time, I’ll use the Green Maiden Sword technique.”

Swish.

Fire flashed, accompanied by dispersing black smoke. Shi Jingzhi became too immersed in the movements, and one end of the paper scroll ignited with a crackling sound. He quickly shook it off his arm and stomped on it with his boot, narrowly avoiding burning his sleeve.

Seeing him hurriedly extinguish the fire and then retying the paper scroll, Yin Ci burst into laughter.

“Skillful but not delicate. Indeed, the heavy sword techniques don’t require too much complexity. However, this sword is about self-questioning. If the sword technique relies too much on the sword, it’s prone to becoming an obsession. Hmm, I’ll think about it some more.”

“Zheng Fengdao may be a defeated opponent under me, but he has a move that is quite mysterious. Come, A’Ci, let me demonstrate it to you. It might give you some inspiration… Oh, wait a moment, I’ll make the paper scroll longer.”

As the crescent moon rose, the form began to take shape.

“That move just now had some flaws.”

“Oh? Shizun, you dare to criticize.”

“Flaws are flaws, and when it comes to theories, I won’t lose to you. Watch closely, A’Ci. I will defeat your style within ten moves. The Sword of Compassion isn’t a real broom. It’s quite wide.”

“Ten moves it is.”

Their robes intertwined, and their steps were like the wind. The two engaged in a non-lethal battle, with paper meeting feathers yet still exuding a sense of heaviness. Shi Jingzhi lacked experience, and his theoretical knowledge couldn’t withstand actual combat. On the ninth move, Yin Ci shamelessly executed a reverse move, causing Shi Jingzhi’s footwork to falter, and he toppled backward.

Yin Ci rolled up his sleeves and hooked his hand, swaying over to Shi Jingzhi’s side. He supported his teetering master. “Admitting defeat?”

Shi Jingzhi brushed aside the hair falling in front of his eyes, his face filled with a spring breeze. “Your move was too cunning, not in line with the Jade Chime Sword technique. It’s you who lost.”

“Verbal games have no place on the battlefield. How about we have another round?”

“Certainly.”

As the stars rose and the moon set, they carefully refined their techniques.

The two of them battled fiercely for half a day and a night, exploring three sword styles. It wasn’t until the eastern sky began to brighten that Yin Ci realized something was amiss—

He had fallen into Shi Jingzhi’s trap. Engaging in combat and honing techniques was incredibly fascinating, and he had become entranced, unaware of how much time he had spent with this person in absurdity.

Shi Jingzhi neatly hung the final “manual” to dry and stitched it into a booklet. While using inner force to bake the fake manual, he cast a sidelong glance at Yin Ci with a clear sense of triumph in his eyes.

“Did A’Ci have fun?”

“Actions contradicting words should be punished. Shizun, let’s have breakfast together at the temple tomorrow.”

Shi Jingzhi’s smile instantly disappeared as he tightly clutched the thin manual, letting out a lament, “I haven’t eaten dinner tonight!”

“Who asked Shizun to be so engrossed?”

“That’s not true. It’s mutual.”

The two bantered back and forth for a while before finally sharing a smile.

Finally, the faint light of dawn arrived.

Shi Jingzhi woke up as usual at the hour of the tiger, only to find a broom lying across him. He sneezed and patted Yin Ci’s hair, feeling at ease as he went back to sleep.

Neither of them managed to get up on time in the end. Master and disciple lay on the bed, sprawled in disarray.

Unfortunately, peaceful times were never meant to last.

In the morning, Shi Jingzhi and Yin Ci were led by the temple steward to meet Abbot Juefei.

“I have prepared the introduction letter and placed it together with the records of Martial Uncle Kongshi. During the temple Sutra Cleansing Session, it is inconvenient for us to accommodate guests.”

“After lunch, Zhixing will burn incense from the Buddha Heart Formation to send you off. The incense of the Buddhist Heart Formation breaks the bonds of greed, hatred, and ignorance, so you don’t have to worry; just leave the mountain as usual.”

Abbot Juefei pointed to the young monk who espoused the phrase “Form is emptiness.”

“There’s also a confidential letter from the Taiheng Sect, entrusted to me by Shi Zhongyu. She mentioned in the letter that Sect Master Shi had made an agreement with her in front of the Ghost Tomb to have our temple serve as a witness for the exchange of the treasure Buddhist beads.”

Juefei sighed.

“The Jianchen Temple was originally unwilling to get involved in this matter, but due to our close relationship with the Taiheng Sect and Sect Master Shi’s favor towards our temple, you should seize the opportunity and obtain the evidence quickly to resolve this trouble. It can be considered an act of merit.”

Yin Ci looked at Shi Jingzhi with some surprise.

Did he plan this move back at the Ghost Tomb?

The Taiheng Sect was righteous, and the Jianchen Temple kept their promises. If the Kushan Sect was willing to exchange, the Taiheng Sect could obtain the two map beads without bloodshed. Even if the Kushan Sect went back on their word, the Taiheng Sect wouldn’t suffer any loss, so Shi Zhongyu would certainly not refuse.

This move by Shi Jingzhi seemed to be an attempt to take control of the exchange.

However, the Kunshan Sect had exclusive possession of two precious treasure map Buddhist beads. Once they were exchanged, they would lose their only advantage. Now that Shi Jingzhi knew about the “key”, it was understandable that he wanted to borrow the power of Taiheng to find the “lock”…

Seemingly seeing through his thoughts, Shi Jingzhi turned his head slightly and smiled, silently saying, [Yan Budu would never arrange such a cheap thing as ‘complete the treasure map and gain the Shirou’ on his own. There must be more than one clue. It’s better to make an agreement with Taiheng first and find a favorable opportunity for the transaction.]

Yin Ci: “…” He almost forgot that this person was undoubtedly a true counterpart to Demonic Lord Yan.

“Amitabha.”

Abbot Juefei spoke slightly louder.

“Besides that, there is one last thing. Taiheng entrusted our temple with the safekeeping of the treasure map and specially sent a Tranquil Heart Pill. This item calms the mind and settles the spirit; it is a treasure of Taiheng. I don’t want to borrow external items, so I hereby present it to Sect Master Shi as a gift… It can also be considered as a resolution to the connection between our temple and the <Woodless Sutra>.”

“Thank you, Venerable.”

Shi Jingzhi accepted the prepared package and bowed in return.

“I will present the topography of the treasure map to Taiheng before I leave. This junior will now take his leave first.”

“Go on, go on. I’ll have someone bring some good food for lunch,” Juefei said with a smile. “Oh, take this Buddha Heart Incense with you first…”

Just as Abbott Juefei had just taken out the Buddha Heart Incense from a small table, his words suddenly stopped. The room was still filled with bright sunlight and lush greenery, but there was a hint of ominous coldness.

Abbot Juefei’s skin gradually turned red, with bulging blue veins.

Then, his immense inner force suddenly erupted. It swept uncontrollably through the surroundings, turning the serene and peaceful room into a chaotic mess in an instant.

“Senior Brother!” Juehui shouted loudly. Monk Zhixing stood frozen in place, too shocked to move.

Before Abbot Juefei’s smile could fade, his round face twisted and contorted as if he had discovered something extremely horrifying. He grabbed the edge of the bed with one hand, breathing heavily like a bull, losing his serene Maitreya-like appearance.

“No… you… go quickly.” Monk Juefei’s eyes bulged out, staring directly at Shi Jingzhi as he intermittently said, “Juehui… don’t come… near…”

Shi Jingzhi didn’t leave. He was about to approach and check Juefei’s pulse when Yin Ci stopped him in his tracks.

“A’Ci?!”

“Don’t.” Yin Ci stared directly at Juefei. “Trust me. Don’t go.”

In the blink of an eye, he not only stopped Shi Jingzhi but also coldly pulled Shi Jingzhi’s flag, forcefully pushing Juehui away from in front of the bed. Monk Juehui, in a state of urgency, unguardedly crashed into the wall in the distance.

Only then did Abbot Juefei reveal a faint smile.

Using his last bit of strength, he sat upright at the edge of the bed and closed his eyes.

“It’s good as long as you’re safe. It’s good as long as you’re safe. Juehui, Zhixing… What happened today… has nothing to do… with the Kushan Sect…”

He couldn’t finish his sentence.

A golden fire erupted from Abbot Juefei’s body. Amidst the surging flames, Juefei sat motionless like a bell, without struggling or screaming.

That yang fire was the same as Shi Jingzhi’s yang fire, blazing and pure, unable to be extinguished by water or soil, burning relentlessly.


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Hold the jade hammer, strike the chime, and the sound resonates throughout the three thousand worlds. From the “Qi Yuan Tu Jing” (Illustrated Sutra of the Wilderness).

This arc has now concluded~ (;ω;)


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Sendoff Ch62

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 62: Introspection

Abbot Juefei showed the members of the Kushan Sect the highest courtesy. He sighed and got off the bed, unexpectedly deciding to personally lead the way.

The chubby monk adjusted his robe, covering his trembling flesh. Then he turned to Yan Qing, who was pretending to be blind, and said, “The Yan boy, no need to keep your eyes closed. The scenery outside is beautiful. Don’t miss it.”

Yan Qing opened his ghost eyes, looking incredulous.

Abbot Juefei laughed heartily. “Amitabha! Our temple has always had a good relationship with Taiheng. Your Senior Shi knew that the Kushan Sect was coming up the mountain, so she specially sent a letter asking me not to make things too difficult for you. After all, even in our temple, Martial Uncle Kongshi’s wisdom is rarely surpassed. If it weren’t for him being killed by Yan Budu, he would undoubtedly be the youngest Abbot in the history of the Jianchen Temple.”

Yan Qing stood still, not knowing how to respond. Su Si was nervously watching Juefei, his back tensed, ready to act.

However, Abbot Juefei just casually approached and patted Yan Qing’s shoulder.

“As the saying goes, everyone has their own karma. Since Yan Budu can bring the stone sword up the mountain, this karma has been resolved. When you go out later, if any monk violates the precept of hatred, I will throw them into the Buddhist Heart Formation for reflection.”

With that, he winked at Yan Qing.

“The little kid from the small town has grown up so much. By the way, is the apricot pit that I taught you still being used as a toy?”

Su Si: “It was you old bald… Venerable who taught him?”

“Amitabha! I’m not stuck on Huilian Mountain. Every ten or twenty years, I still go down the mountain to travel.”

Yan Qing stood quietly for a while, giving a sincere bow to Juefei. “Thank you, Venerable Juefei, for your guidance.”

“It’s nothing, nothing.” Juefei waved his hand, then turned to Shi Jingzhi and Yin Ci. “Both of you don’t need to cover your faces. Make sure to hold your heads up high. When I grab a stick, see which one dares to let go. If any of those little brats dare to violate the precept of lust later… Hmph.”

Shi Jingzhi and Yin Ci: “…”

The sutra cleansing was held in the courtyard. Buddhist banners fluttered, and sutras were hung under the warm winter sun. The scent of medicinal incense filled the entire Jianchen Temple, exuding a bitter and soothing aroma.

The gentle breeze rustled the pages of the sutras, creating a mysterious and unique atmosphere.

Juefei led the group of people through the courtyard, deliberately strolling around the yard a few times.

It turned out that the concentration of the monks in the Jianchen Temple was quite impressive. Most people looked at the master and disciple with admiration, while only a few young monks avoided eye contact and continued reciting sutras, not crossing the line.

Compared to beauty, Yan Qing’s ghost eyes had a stronger impact. Two monks couldn’t help but glare angrily at Yan Qing. They were then picked up by Juefei as if they were chicks and thrown out of the cleansing ceremony. “Go, go, go meditate on the peak. You must stay for four hours, no less.”

It wasn’t until all the monks in the courtyard focused on their own practice, treating the members of the Kushan Sect as if they were just four bonsai trees, that Abbot Juefei finally nodded in satisfaction, clasped his hands together, and led the group towards the Pagoda Forest.

The sunlight was warm, and the sky was clear. Although the Pagoda Forest was the resting place for numerous monks’ remains, it appeared tranquil and devoid of any eerie atmosphere.

Monk Juehui, who looked thin, resembling a pole, was waiting in front of the Pagoda Forest. He was accompanied by a young monk who often espoused the philosophy of “form is emptiness”. When they saw Yin Ci, both of their expressions turned serious.

“Don’t mind my junior brother. He’s always overly concerned. Besides the stone sword, there are many other treasures in the underground palace… If your sect’s master and disciple separate, I can barely manage, but if they were to cooperate, I, as an opponent, would surely be no match.”

Abbot Juefei glanced at Yin Ci, speaking openly and frankly.

“Amitabha! Please ignore my junior brother. Consider it giving me face.”

Juefei had few wrinkles on his round face, while Juehui’s face was filled with lines of suffering. Even though Juehui was younger than Juefei, the term “junior brother” seemed out of place when used in reference to him.

After hearing Juefei’s words, the wrinkled Juehui and Yin Ci both lowered their heads and bowed in respect.

The members of the Kushan Sect had no ulterior motives to begin with, so Shi Jingzhi courteously returned the gesture. When they entered the underground palace, as a friendly gesture, he specifically asked Abbot Juehui to follow behind the group.

Upon arrival, Abbot Juefei used the immensely profound Buddhist true qi to strike the door, causing the stone door of the underground palace to slowly open.

The underground palace of the Jianchen Temple was spacious and clean, without a trace of decay. It was cool and well-ventilated, with a faint scent of incense. Large ceramic jars containing the remains of monks were arranged neatly, displaying a sense of solemnity.

At the innermost part of the underground palace, a perpetual lamp was burning, and the implements used by the eminent monks during their lifetime were placed on stone platforms. They were all untouched by dust, exuding a serene and tranquil atmosphere.

The stone sword of Kongshi was placed in the center, leaning against the wall.

The passage of a hundred years hadn’t left any marks on the sword’s blade; it remained in the same state as when it was crafted. The stone sword had a simple and ancient design, with a grayish-blue color and an unsharpened edge. Upon closer inspection, one could see the intricate engravings of Buddhist scriptures on the blade.

From the appearance of the stone sword alone, the group couldn’t discern anything unusual.

The ease on Shi Jingzhi’s face gradually disappeared, and he furrowed his brows. He carefully examined the blade, and his expression turned slightly bitter.

“Troublesome,” he whispered to Yin Ci. “Given Yan Budu’s maliciousness, he most likely employed some sinister means to hide the clue.”

Yin Ci nodded calmly. The implication of Shi Jingzhi’s words was clear—based on Yan Bubu’s usual methods, regardless of the “solution” he had set up, it would definitely not be something that could be tested in a sacred place of Buddhism.

If they didn’t want to cause trouble at the gravesites of the eminent masters and offend the Jianchen Temple, they had to find a way to take the sword away.

“This sword is called ‘Compassion’, made of muyan stone and crafted by Venerable Kongshi himself. The scriptures on it were also carved by him personally.”

Juefei suppressed his smile, and his round face showed a hint of reverence.

“Perhaps you have heard that muyan stone is the hardest stone in the world, inherently extremely heavy and difficult to cut. Apart from Martial Uncle Kongshi, no one has used it to make a weapon… Well, feel free to take a look. Even if you want to damage this sword, it will require considerable skill.”

Shi Jingzhi: “Can Abbot Juefei lift it?”

“Nowadays, I can lift it, but with this old monk’s body size, I wouldn’t have the strength to carry it. It’s a pity, a pity.” Juefei patted his belly with regret.

Shi Jingzhi took a deep breath: “Alright, Su Si. You give it a try.”

Su Si: “Oh.”

But in the next moment, Su Si snapped back to reality. “Wait, why me first?”

Shi Jingzhi had a serious expression. “First strength, then courtesy. First heavy, followed by light*. Perhaps after the sword sees your obsession, it will be more accommodating to all of us.”

*Saying referring to prioritizing strength and force before considering etiquette or politeness.

Su Si looked like he wanted to shout, “If Yan Budu can do it, why can’t I?” Considering that Abbot Juefei was watching, he held back those words, took a deep breath, and obediently grabbed the sword.

He had spent ten years repeatedly evading because of an obsession. In terms of “obsession*”, he might be the most excessive one.

*The term being used is [wozhi] () which means holding onto one’s ego. In Buddhism, it is believed this is the fundamental cause of suffering and the root of ignorance.

Clearly, the stone sword agreed with his assessment.

Just as Su Si grabbed the hilt, he let out a miserable cry. A radiant light flashed, and he was actually sent flying two or three zhang away.

On the stone platform, the sword’s presence instantly became imposing. If it had arms and legs, based on its aura alone, it seemed like it would step down from the platform and give Su Si a good beating.

Abbot Juefei exclaimed, “Amitabha! Young Patron, you’re impressive.”

Yin Ci: “…” After Kongshi, does the strange and whimsical atmosphere become a fine tradition of the Jianchen Temple?

However, Shi Jingzhi’s deduction was correct. Su Si’s obsession outweighed that of an ordinary person, and he truly couldn’t wield the large sword.

Su Si crawled up with a disheveled appearance, and his beautiful face was twisted. He clenched his own cleaver, gritting his teeth. “Tsk, I have my own blade anyway.”

Yin Ci sighed and glanced at Juehui, who had been staring at him. “Let me go next.”

With Su Si in front and Shi Jingzhi behind, even if the sword’s reaction to him was excessive, it wouldn’t attract too much attention.

…He didn’t indulge in greed, hatred, or ignorance. Perhaps his “obsession” wasn’t that strong.

Yin Ci calmed his mind, emptied his thoughts, and took a few steps forward, gripping the hilt of the sword.

This time, the sword’s reaction wasn’t as sharp. It didn’t send Yin Ci flying, but the hilt of the sword was ice-cold, as if it were a thousand-year-old ice. Yin Ci had no doubt that if he continued to hold it like this, his palm would be severely frostbitten in no time.

The stone sword vehemently rejected him.

Before releasing his grip, Yin Ci stubbornly tugged at it. Sure enough, the stone sword was as heavy as a thousand jin*, immovable.

*1 jin = 500 grams = about 1.1 lbs

It was indeed futile to hope for a stroke of luck. His own “obsession” wasn’t as assertive as Su Si’s, and while it could be considered a century-old obsession, it ultimately couldn’t pass the test.

“If I can’t lift it, it seems my enlightenment is lacking.” Yin Ci clenched his fist, concealing the frostbite, and showed no sign of discomfort on his face.

Abbot Juefei looked at him with a smiling expression, not saying a word.

“It’s this junior’s turn.”

Shi Jingzhi handed the “Medicine Cures Illness” flag to Yin Ci, rubbing his hands with a serious expression. With both Su Si and Yin Ci having failed, the situation wasn’t optimistic. If this path didn’t work, they would have to rack their brains to find another way to deal with the Jianchen Temple.

…In other words, they would waste a significant amount of unnecessary time.

Shi Jingzhi held his breath and carefully gripped the hilt of the sword, as if touching a sleeping beast.

However, as soon as his fingertips touched the hilt, Shi Jingzhi immediately vomited a mouthful of black blood. A flash of brilliance from the ban illuminated everything.

The stone sword had its own introspection, and desire was also an attachment.

Shi Jingzhi gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead. His expression was filled with excruciating pain. He stubbornly held onto the hilt, almost masochistically persisting.

Gradually, he not only vomited black blood but also a faint smell of burnt flesh emanated from the hilt. Shi Jingzhi’s whole body tensed up, exerting all his inner force. The pressure was like the collapse of the heavens and the earth, yet the stone sword remained immovable.

There was a moment that Yin Ci didn’t know whether Shi Jingzhi’s determination was a good or a bad thing—compared to his previous chaotic state, Shi Jingzhi was now consciously controlling his desires. His craving and determination had merged into a single thread, and his madness had reached a new level.

Half an incense stick’s worth of time passed, and the oppressive feeling emanating from Shi Jingzhi reached its limit.

Before the stone sword, Shi Jingzhi’s headband cracked, his long hair scattered, and his robe sleeves moved without any wind. Shi Jingzhi’s lips were stained with black-red blood, but his eyes were fixed on the hilt without any intention of retreating.

It was an almost foolish persistence.

This time, Yin Ci didn’t intend to laugh at him.

At this moment, Yin Ci wondered whether this person saw the stone sword in his eyes or his unshakeable destiny.

Shi Jingzhi was undoubtedly holding onto his own vitality. However, the stone sword was merciless. It was like a mirror, reflecting back every burning thought.

“Kid, let go!” Abbot Juefei’s smiling expression vanished as he shouted on the spot.

This shout contained a profound amount of true qi, causing a buzzing sound in everyone’s ears. Shi Jingzhi’s eyes turned dull, and his strength dissipated. Just as Yin Ci thought he was going to let go of the hilt, Shi Jingzhi clenched his teeth and held onto it again.

At the same time, the stone sword emitted a deep humming sound, reminiscent of a temple bell. Despite the pressure from Shi Jingzhi’s imposing aura, it remained in its original position without the slightest movement.

Yin Ci resisted the pressure and took a few steps forward, gently covering Shi Jingzhi’s hand with his palm.

“Shizun, that’s enough.”

Rarely, his voice lacked any playfulness and carried only seriousness.

“Things have come to this point. I will help you find a solution. Do you remember? Excessive pursuit is as bad as insufficient pursuit*.”

*AKA Too much is as bad as too little.

Shi Jingzhi finally averted his gaze. Hesitant, he looked at Yin Ci, and the pain in his eyes gradually settled into ordinary disappointment.

He slowly loosened his grip and replied with a hoarse voice. “Mm, I remember.”

“It’s good that you remember.” Yin Ci held his wrist. Shi Jingzhi’s palm was severely burned, bloody, and mangled, causing Yin Ci to frown.

Seeing Yin Ci’s uneasy expression, Shi Jingzhi emphasized, “I remember to hold back. We agreed that we would continue the sand table battle tonight…”

Yin Ci interrupted him directly. “You didn’t hold back enough, so no sand table tonight. When we get back, I’ll treat your injuries. Since Shizun is enduring so much, you should endure it as well.”

After a moment of silence, Shi Jingzhi hesitated and said uncertainly, “You’re really angry.”

“That’s right.”

“You’re angry because of me.”

Yin Ci glanced at him. “So what?”

“This is the first time I’ve seen you so seriously angry.” Shi Jingzhi continued seriously and awkwardly, “You’re right, we can find another way when we go back… I won’t do this again.”

Looking at Shi Jingzhi’s pale face, Yin Ci couldn’t hold onto his anger after all. “Shizun should rest for a day and seriously consider your ‘extent’.”

“Patron, since Sect Master Shi has been injured by the Buddhist scriptures, let me take over.” Observing the two people talking as if no one else were present, Juehui coughed.

“Thank you, Venerable.” Yin Ci finally let go of Shi Jingzhi’s hand.

A few steps away, Abbot Juefei’s face no longer wore the smiling expression of Maitreya. His brows furrowed as he carefully observed Shi Jingzhi.

Shi Jingzhi sat down on the ground, and Juehui settled behind him. He then focused his concentration, channeling several streams of true qi into Shi Jingzhi’s acupoints. The latter spat out several mouthfuls of black blood, and his complexion, as delicate as gold paper, improved slightly.

After a while, Abbot Juefei sighed. “Sect Master Shi, our scriptures are not so easy to deal with. The scriptures are inanimate objects, and there is no concept of killing. Even if Patron Yin hadn’t intervened just now, I would have had to intervene—if you continue to persist without understanding, your injuries won’t be limited to just superficial ones.”

“It’s my misjudgment.” Shi Jingzhi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and turned his head to glance at Yin Ci, honestly admitting.

“Of the two matters you wanted to ask me, is one of them related to the ban set by the Immortal Assembly?”

“Yes.”

“When the matter with the stone sword is resolved, I can take a look for you. Alright, next.” This time, Juefei didn’t wait for Shi Jingzhi to speak and spoke up directly.

Yan Qing instinctively took a step back. “This junior doesn’t need to try. Even without Senior Shi and Senior Yin, A’Si is much stronger than me.”

Shi Jingzhi’s tone was calm, clearly not holding much hope. “There’s no harm in giving it a try. Yan Qing, you’re the last one from our sect… Lord Bai, with its petite build, can’t possibly lift the sword, no matter how you think about it.”

“After all, this is Venerable Kongshi’s sword. Even if it’s me…”

“Yan Qing, are you attached to fame and fortune, indulgence in alcohol, wealth, and desires? Are you attached to the past, love, hatred, and emotional entanglements?” Abbot Juefei suddenly asked in a stern voice.

“This Junior—”

“Answer!”

“Not attached.”

“Then are you attached to life, old age, sickness, death, joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness?”

“Not attached, but…”

“Since you’re not attached to this and not attached to that, not blaming others, and keeping anger within yourself, why don’t you pluck out those ghost eyes and go with the flow?”

Yan Qing’s expression changed. He was no longer cautious, but his tone grew heavier, as if he had considered this question long ago. “I was born with these eyes and have no other choice. Fate is innocent; it’s other people’s business if they don’t like it. I have not done any wrong, so why harm myself unnecessarily?”

“Neither arrogant nor servile, not bad. Then, let me ask you again, why are you angry?”

Yan Qing let out a long breath and quickly glanced at Su Si. “Because of being ‘powerless’.”

“You’re neither attached to yourself nor blindly trusting sentient beings. Even if you become angry, it is for the sake of others’ thoughts and concerns. Why not give it a try?”

Abbot Juefei’s voice became stronger, containing a hint of a reprimand.

“Just now, you said fate is innocent, but you acknowledge that your bloodline is filthy, which is why you can’t touch this sword?”

Yan Qing fell silent. He looked deeply at Juefei and respectfully performed another serious salute. “This junior has learned from your teachings.”

With that said, before Shi Jingzhi could urge him, Yan Qing took the initiative to walk toward the stone platform.

His breathing became rapid, and his outstretched hand trembled. After a moment of hesitation, he finally grabbed the hilt.

The stone sword remained silent; nothing happened. All eyes were fixed on him. Yan Qing’s palm was sweaty, and his fingers tingled. It took him a while to exert force.

Once he firmly grasped the hilt, he took a deep breath and pulled with all his strength.

A slight cracking sounded.

The sword tip slid across the stone floor—the sound wasn’t loud or pleasant—but it was enough to awaken a dormant karma—traveling through a hundred years of time, it once again came alive in this moment.

Fine dust hidden in the gaps rose, adding a hint of astringency to the air.

Yan Qing never expected to actually be able to lift it. He was startled for a moment and almost lost his grip. The stone sword tilted and struck his instep hard.

Yan Qing cried out in pain, tears almost welling up from the intense pain.

Juefei was momentarily stunned, then burst into laughter. “You kid, even if you’re not bound by the scriptures, it’s still a stone sword. If you try to lift it with the strength you use for ordinary heavy objects, won’t it slip?”

Reality left Yan Qing a bit dumbfounded. “I…”

“A few days ago, I had an old friend do a divination, and I knew that there would be a destined person on this journey, but I never thought it would be you… Ah, fate is unpredictable, truly unpredictable.”

After laughing enough, Abbot Juefei clasped his hands together and chanted a Buddhist mantra.

“Sect Master Shi, take the Sword of Compassion and leave. It’s not peaceful outside, and I don’t want to leave any visible traces in the temple.”

Juehui also sighed in relief. “Amitabha.”

Only the young monk stood there dumbfounded, staring at Yan Qing’s strange eyes for a while, then looking at the stone sword. “Venerable, after all, that’s Venerable Kongshi’s…”

Juehui gave him a pat on the back of his head, emphasizing his words, “Amitabha—”

The young monk reluctantly clasped his hands together, muttering to himself, “Perhaps he just moved it slightly.”

“Smack!” “Ouch!”

Juefei regained his smiling expression. “Take it easy, junior brother. Don’t knock the poor child out. It’s good to talk about it, so Friend Yan can rest assured. If it had been just a fluke earlier, Friend Yan’s foot would have turned into minced meat by now. It seems like there’s only a minor bone fracture—a small matter, a small matter.”

Yan Qing: “…”

This abbot was undoubtedly a genius at comforting people. Yan Qing was comforted to the point of almost losing his soul. He painfully pulled his foot out and found that it was already swollen.

On the other side, after confirming that he had obtained the stone sword, Shi Jingzhi’s entire body relaxed, and he breathed a sigh of relief. “Yan Qing, well done. Your monthly allowance will double this month.”

Su Si looked at Yan Qing blankly, with no excitement visible in his eyes. “…San Zi, I told you that you don’t need to worry about these things.”

“I can’t help but worry.”

Yan Qing stared at his injured foot, not looking at Su Si.

“Every time I encounter a crisis, someone with a kind heart helps me out. It was like this when I was a child, it was like this with Taiheng, and it’s still like this with the Kushan Sect. I don’t want to continue like this. Besides, I’m Yan Budu’s descendant after all. I shouldn’t be completely lacking in martial talent… right?”

As he said the last part, he became uncertain.

Abbot Juefei frowned. “Patron, do you look down on our Temple’s Sword of Compassion?”

Yan Qing immediately shook his head vigorously, like a drum. “I dare not. I dare not.”

After making up his mind, he steadied himself and lifted the stone sword. Unfortunately, due to his injured foot, Yan Qing couldn’t gracefully carry the sword on his back like Kongshi did. He had to use it as a crutch as he limped away from the underground palace.

Entering the scripture cleansing hall inside the temple, the expressions of the monks were particularly interesting. Abbot Juefei happily pulled and threw them out one after another—about a dozen monks were sent to meditate outside the temple’s main gate.

After settling the temple disciples, Abbot Juefei felt refreshed. When they reached the room, he drank three bowls of vegetarian wine in a row. “Ah, satisfying!”

Juehui shook his head helplessly. “Amitabha.”

“Sect Master Shi and Junior Yan have injuries, so I’ll make it short. The ban on Sect Master Shi’s body is a technique of the Mishan Sect. The cultivator must be at least an Elder or higher.”

“This technique is extremely complex, and I am powerless to help. It involves the mind and consciousness, and the process of unraveling it requires meticulous precision. A slight mistake could result in mental confusion or even death. If you are not in a hurry to find a remedy, I suggest you go to the Mishan Sect first.”

Su Si furrowed his brow. “Isn’t that walking into a trap?”

Abbot Juefei let out a belch. “Young friend, you are mistaken. The members of the Mishan Sect are scattered and dedicated to metallurgy. They usually stay away from worldly affairs and conflicts. I have a senior brother who is deeply committed to the art of the sect and specifically left the secular world to join the Mishan Sect… Today, I will write a letter of introduction for you. With that, he will most likely be willing to meet you.”

The Abbot looked in a good mood and poured himself another bowl of wine.

Shi Jingzhi: “Why does Venerable want us to go to the Mishan Sect first?”

“Patron’s ban has been alarmed, and it will only become more troublesome. You might suffer from unbearable headaches, and it isn’t considered rare to lose your ability to walk.”

“…” The relaxed expression on Shi Jingzhi’s face instantly tensed up again.

On the other hand, Yin Ci calmly nodded. “Thank you, Venerable, for your guidance.”

“You should return first to tend to your injuries and rest well. There are other trivial matters to discuss tomorrow. Oh, and Friend Yin, please stay for a moment. As a disciple, you should take care of the Sect Master, right? Regarding the response to the ban, I need to discuss it thoroughly with you… Oh, you injured patients should not linger here. Hurry back.”

Juefei waved his plump hands in a disorderly manner, and Juehui immediately understood, escorting the remaining three members of the Kushan Sect out of the room. Shi Jingzhi saw Yin Ci’s calm demeanor and reluctantly followed him out.

Once the door was closed, Abbot Juefei’s previous laziness disappeared. He put down the wine bowl and sat up straight.

Yin Ci remained composed, sitting upright.

“After the Buddha Heart Formation was opened, I arranged hidden monks on various mountain peaks. This old monk is aware of everyone’s inner demons. Juehui has told me everything about the Ghost Tomb.”

Juefei’s voice lost its benevolence and became extremely serious.

“Amitabha, I don’t know the origin of Patron. However, Patron’s inner demon is undoubtedly the most terrifying I have ever seen, resembling the rumored signs of falling into madness.”

Yin Ci stared directly into the Abbot’s eyes and responded in a calm voice. “What is your plan, Venerable?”

He remained seated, showing no sign of hostility. Of all the martial sects, the Jianchen Temple was known for its understanding and accommodating nature, never engaging in rash violence. Juefei even helped him find an excuse, showing no intention of causing trouble for himself.

To rashly show hostility would only tarnish the impression of the monks.

Indeed, Abbot Juefei shook his head. “Those who possess demonic characteristics should, in theory, be confined to the underground prison and isolated from all living beings. However, Patron’s inner demon is quite peculiar, and I cannot discern the cause at the moment. I cannot make hasty judgments… Haa, I feel ashamed that my skills are lacking.”

A hint of desolation appeared on Juefei’s round face for the first time.

“I cannot see the cause and effect of Patron, so I can only rely on sincerity and ask Patron for a guarantee.”

Yin Ci understood in his heart. “No wonder Abbot Juefei readily agreed to the introduction letter. May I ask what kind of guarantee you seek, Venerable?”

“Senior Uncle Kongshi was able to make Yan Budu carry the burden of the stone sword up the mountain, which must have resulted in perfect completion of his merit before his parinirvana*, rather than dying in vain. Yan Budu killed countless people but could ultimately let go of his attachments. As for Patron, being young, there must be a destined cause and effect. It is unlikely that there is no possibility for salvation.”

*Occurs upon the death of someone who has attained nirvana (basically no longer attached to greed, hatred, and ignorance) during their lifetime.

“But from what I’ve seen along the way, Patron’s only thread of karmic entanglement is connected to Sect Master Shi. Sect Master Shi is in poor health and burdened by the ban. Patron must assure me—if Sect Master Shi should unfortunately perish—Patron will still preserve that thread of karmic entanglement and refrain from harming sentient beings.”

As he spoke, Abbot Juefei infused his voice with increasing intensity, each word carrying more weight than the previous.

Yin Ci smiled, and the smile grew increasingly profound. Though his beauty was undeniable, it carried a hint of distortion.

Juehui’s face tightened, and he was about to step forward when Juefei stopped him with a gesture. Abbot Juefei raised his plump hand and frowned at Yin Ci “Why isn’t Patron answering this old monk?”

Yin Ci stood up with the smile still on his face. “Because whether I answer or not, you will still help Shi Jingzhi. The eminent monks of the Jianchen Temple would never resort to threatening innocent lives.”

Rather than an exchange of sincerity, it was more of a test. The Abbot was testing whether he would be willing to follow along, reciprocating goodwill with goodwill. Unfortunately…

“My goodwill can only go as far as ‘not telling lies’. Venerable, I cannot promise you something I may not be able to fulfill.”

Yin Ci walked toward the door, and his tone remained calm.

It was too late.

Juefei’s request was a step too late. If Shi Jingzhi were a boring and mediocre person, or even just as he was when they first met, there would still be time for Yin Ci to withdraw from the situation and calmly fulfill his promise.

But the world was never easy to escape from, nor was it easy to enter.

That person’s vitality burned too purely, shedding layer after layer of his defenses on his own accord. Apart from once again being drawn into danger like a moth to a flame, he seemed to have no other choice.

Twenty-four years ago, he was left in the world by a little mute, gaining a glimmer of clarity by chance but burdening that child in return, ultimately failing it. Now, he made the same promise again—if Shi Jingzhi were to “perish” in front of him…

For him, going mad was easier than death and more dangerous.

“If the situation truly reaches an irreparable point, remember to construct a top-quality dungeon for me, sealing it with muyan stone to isolate me from all living beings, never to see the light of day again… That would be fine.”

Abbot Juefei fell silent for a moment and clasped his hands together. “For ‘Patron’?”

“For the ‘sake of all beings’.”


The author has something to say:

Sect Master Shi: Thankfully, thankfully. I almost made Lord Bai take action. (×

Demonic Lord Yin: I can’t blame Yan Budu. Monks are indeed troublesome…

Speaking of which, if Yan Qing harbored deep resentment and went to the Ling Sect with his sword, it would surely be satisfying (…)

Provoking Yan Budu √

But if he harbored deep resentment, he wouldn’t be able to lift the sword.

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By the way, I looked up the term “meat wine” yesterday. I read somewhere that meat-infused alcohol is called “meat wine [hunjiu] (荤酒)” (there is indeed a method of infusing alcohol with fatty meat). I also found another explanation that grain-based alcohol carries karmic consequences, and that’s what “meat wine” refers to… Anyway, “vegetarian wine” should just be fruit wine, so let’s go with that! ε-(°ω° ; )


Kinky Thoughts:

I mean… 3 out of 4 of the Kushan Sect, especially Shi Jingzhi who suffers from object addiction, have strong obsessions and attachments… They were bound to fail!

Not sure what Shi Jingzhi was thinking lol.


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Evil As Humans Ch222

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 222: Snowflakes

Huang Jin and Ge Tingting collided with a round cocoon and slid down in a sorry state.

Huang Jin’s brain buzzed—just now Zhong Chengshuo suddenly knocked over his smog spirit weapon, then that person gave him three instructions, and he even lied in front of Hu Tao. His heart was pounding, and he felt dizzy and heard ringing in his ears.

Now things were different. The crisis was far away, and hope seemed distant too. Yin Ren and Zhong Chengshuo weren’t by his side, and Ge Tingting seemed pitiful and helpless with him.

“What should we do?” He lay on the ground with a sense of despair.

“I can hear some noise. Maybe it will come in handy.” Ge Tingting patted her ears forcefully.

Huang Jin frowned and rummaged through his bag, searching through his talismans and Elemental flesh. “We need to find them at some point. Hey, do you have any convenient tools? I only have Tranquility Talismans and smoke bombs for escape. Nothing else.”

Before this, Meng Huai asked them to make handy weapons. Huang Jin painstakingly made a carving knife, Tranquility Talismans, and smoke bombs—a set of life-saving tools. For a spirit smith like him, he had endured too many demands for attacks that weren’t supposed to be his responsibility.

However, Ge Tingting, being a corpse servant, must have been in a tight spot as well. Huang Jin couldn’t help but be curious about what kind of Elemental flesh and blood weapons she could produce.

Indeed, when the topic was mentioned, Ge Tingting’s expression became somewhat subtle. Huang Jin didn’t know if he was overthinking, but he felt that this girl was avoiding his gaze.

“…Ge Tingting, what exactly have you done?” Huang Jin swallowed his saliva.

“Something that’s suitable for the present situation,” Ge Tingting answered cautiously. “It’s likely to save our lives; not very harmful, but… um…”

A sense of foreboding suddenly rose in Huang Jin’s heart. “Go on.”

Ge Tingting took out a dark gray candle from her backpack. The candle was as thick as a soda can, rough in appearance, with traces of minced flesh mixed in the grease. It was intricately carved with modified runes, which was very simple and crude.

Pure emotional resonance expansion.

Sweat slowly dripped down Huang Jin’s forehead. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

“This is a candle made from sadness, sorrow, and despair. It has a simple resonating magic circle inscribed on it, and the wick is made to ‘steal joy’,” Ge Tingting whispered. “I’m not a spirit smith, so it may not look good. Please don’t mind.”

Is this a matter of it looking good or not? Huang Jin gritted his teeth.

If this thing were to be lit, it could accumulate a large amount of “sorrow” related emotions in a small area. What kind of candle was this? It was damn well a Qi Xin trap!

Ge Tingting explained sincerely, “Qi Xin has always been watching from the sidelines, but she doesn’t seem to want to break ties with Yin Ren. If we specifically ask her for help, she won’t ignore us.”

Huang Jin: “You mean…”

Ge Tingting: “Both of us have damaged brains…”

Huang Jin: “…”

Alright, he understood. People with damaged brains were the most suitable to be controlled by great Primordial Elementals. While he was still thinking about what weapon to use for self-defense, this girl was considering using him as a weapon.

Huang Jin rubbed his face vigorously, his gaze drifting. “You’ll definitely make a name for yourself in the future. Fine, since you still have your hearing, I’ll go along with it.”

“Alright. Don’t worry. Even if she controls you, you’ll be safe.”

“I know.”

Ge Tingting lit the candle on the spot, and a blood-red glow emanated from it. The flame ignited for only a few seconds before a piercing gaze descended upon them. Then, the surrounding mist suddenly thickened, and from within the rolling fog, connected skeletal corpses emerged from various directions.

“How troublesome.”

Ge Tingting heard a sigh from afar.

Meanwhile, Huang Jin’s head gradually sank, looking as if he had fallen asleep. However, when he raised his head again, his face became extremely indifferent.

“Speak, little girl. What do you want me to do?”

Huang Jin’s voice was still the same, but it carried a touch of cold arrogance.

“Find someone.” Ge Tingting extinguished the candle, speaking in a confident tone. “Hu Tao is highly likely to be under the control of Love. Yin Ge and Zhong Ge want to preserve their strength and haven’t engaged in a battle with her yet. Now, Hu Tao is looking for the murderer who killed her back then. Please help us find him.”

“So be it.”

Huang Jin, possessed by Qi Xin, stood up and revealed a faint smile.

“I made a promise to someone that I wouldn’t participate in their battles… But helping you won’t be considered a breach of contract. Is finding someone all you need?”

Ge Tingting took a deep breath. “If the target is close to us, I hope you can find a way to lure Yin Ren and the others over. If the target is closer to Yin Ren’s side, you don’t need to take action. Just stay nearby with me.”

“You have quite a few requests,” “Huang Jin” said calmly.

“It’s a mutually beneficial arrangement. As long as Love doesn’t discover you, you can also investigate the latest developments up close,” Ge Tingting responded flawlessly.

Huang Jin, possessed by Qi Xin: “Alright.”

He first placed his hand on Ge Tingting’s head, retrieving memories. Then he closed his eyes, seemingly experiencing something, and his eyebrows gradually furrowed.

“The person you’re looking for isn’t here,” he said. “There are no relevant clues, I’m quite certain.”

Ge Tingting stood frozen in place, a chill running down her spine.

……

Hu Tao floated in front of the two of them.

The white arms tightly embraced her, and the four arms that dragged them to this place were still extended. Six arms in total emerged from behind her, resembling the long legs of a spider and the eyes of a snail. They would occasionally reach out towards Yin Ren and Zhong Chengshuo, filled with vigilance and hostility, sometimes getting dangerously close.

Yin Ren was experiencing this kind of situation for the first time, pretending to be Zhong Chengshuo. Fortunately, their heights were similar, and he was familiar with Zhong Chengshuo’s habits, so he didn’t expose himself in front of Hu Tao. He walked cautiously, maintaining a polite and safe distance.

At the moment, he was more concerned about Hu Tao herself.

Hu Tao’s face was covered in bloodstains, but amidst the stains, there were strange cracks revealing a white color. The aura emanating from her became increasingly heavy and dense, far exceeding what a fierce ghost should bear. She was like a bomb being heated over an open flame, ready to explode at any moment.

The same power was faintly surging from beneath their feet. Just a moment ago, they didn’t feel this subtle oppressive sensation.

The milky strands surrounding them, and the nest-like structures resembled the forests of a thousand years ago in Yin Ren’s eyes. As the Great Celestial Master Zhong Yi, he was most skilled at dealing with abnormal beings.

Yin Ren swiftly walked towards the nearest nest, contemplating quickly in his mind.

The surrounding aura changed, and the cocoon jolted for a while. The cocoon they were in must have changed its position. Sending Hu Tao, this familiar person, to delay them was probably an attempt by Love to place this cocoon in a troublesome location, but she couldn’t accomplish it all at once.

If they were truly trapped securely, things would become troublesome.

Without the Evil Fruit, Zhong Chengshuo, pretending to be Lu Xiaohe, made a makeshift flesh knife as a weapon. Now, Zhong Chengshuo, pretending to be “Lu Xiaohe”, was pressing on his side as he used the blade to cut the silk threads on the cocoon’s face—it was a thin and emaciated middle-aged man, but it wasn’t A’Shen.

He then placed the silk threads back in their original positions, performing his actions meticulously.

Hu Tao snorted coldly. “You’re so slow.”

“Evil beings can’t use magic here, so Yin Ren can’t be of much help.” Yin Ren spoke calmly. “Judging from your current condition, you should know this.”

Hu Tao: “Just find him and stop babbling.”

Yin Ren looked at his former partner.

Hu Tao’s eye sockets were filled with bloody chunks of flesh, making it almost impossible to find her eyes, let alone discern her emotions. But he just knew that she was staring at him at this moment.

[What are you——?!] [I warn you, don’t mess around. I’m registered with Shian!] The first time he saw Hu Tao, she had this bloody appearance, but her tone was much more panicked.

It felt like a lifetime ago.

“Hu Tao, has the person helping you ever told you that you can’t withstand this kind of power?” Yin Ren left the nest, steadily walking towards the next one, his tone sounding nonchalant. “If you come into contact with excessive Evil Force, you will collapse.”

It would be a decent ending, triggering a massive explosion for them. If things went slightly wrong, there was a possibility of transforming into an Evil Spirit without rationality, unable to meet a good end.

Even for a doomed ghost destined to dissipate, this was still the worst outcome. Yin Ren clenched his fists, trying his best to ignore the arms that were reaching out and exploring in front of him.

“I’ve been searching for him for a long time.”

Hu Tao didn’t respond to Yin Ren’s words. As she spoke, the arms behind her gently retracted, embracing her with an affectionate gesture.

“During that period twenty-nine years ago, there were too many cases happening in Haigu that didn’t make it to the news. I wandered around near my house, listening to the neighbors discussing… They said A’Shen had fled out of fear. So, I waited, waiting for him to be captured.”

Yin Ren softened his voice, no longer mentioning the word “collapse”. “And then?”

Hu Tao fell silent for a moment, as if she had forgotten how to speak. After a while, she continued slowly.

“His ID card, bank cards, and phone were all at home. For a person like him, how long could he hide? I waited and waited, but the police never managed to catch him.”

“Then you encountered us.”

“Yes, with the spirit contract, I could go to many places. I heard that he disappeared along with many others, and I heard that many people who were corrupted acted crazily back then.” Hu Tao’s voice became ethereal. “We were childhood sweethearts, deeply in love for so long. My parents always liked him. Maybe…”

She never finished her sentence. Her fingers tightly dug into her arms, piercing them and drawing more blood.

Yin Ren’s steps slowed down.

Perhaps her husband’s madness, her parents’ deaths, and all the bloodshed were due to supernatural reasons. Perhaps she was just a small victim before the occurrence of abnormal incidents…

Hu Tao intentionally sought contact with the ‘Innocent Thoughts’ and similar items, probably out of similar intentions.

“I understand,” Yin Ren comforted her. “You want to find peace of mind.”

“Yes, I need to know the reason. Otherwise, I can’t hate peacefully… can’t hate peacefully…” Her voice grew weaker, turning into indiscernible murmurs, hidden behind her bloodstained hair.

Yin Ren halted his steps.

Hu Tao, as if someone had stepped on her tail, became spirited again. “Why aren’t you moving ? Why aren’t you moving?”

“Because I realized that finding him is meaningless,” Yin Ren said gently. “Most of the people trapped here are filled with strong affection. You’re thinking that if you find A’Shen here, it will prove that he loved you and had no choice but to do what he did.”

The arms behind Hu Tao stirred restlessly, as if they wanted to attack but were drawn to this poisonous yet intriguing topic.

“You’re right,” she said hoarsely. “I must be certain…”

“But you can’t be certain.”

Yin Ren, embodying the appearance of Zhong Chengshuo, stood in place.

“Even if you find him here, it doesn’t prove anything. You’ve seen how Yin Ren looked when he consumed the ‘Innocent Thoughts’. The affection is real, but does that negate the harm caused?”

“No! He truly loves me; how could he do such a thing?!” Hu Tao screamed. “A’Shen would make breakfast for me with his own hands, never argue with me, and never force me to do anything I didn’t like! When I was sick, he was so worried that he carried me to the hospital, wearing out his feet! I’ve known him for fifteen years—fifteen years! You’re speaking so lightly—”

Yin Ren took a step forward. His expression was still eerily calm, but not quite like Zhong Chengshuo’s.

“So you must know for sure that within your social circle, you won’t come across the Ghost Market’s ‘Innocent Thoughts’. But let me tell you, during a Divine Descent, it does drive people insane, but they didn’t go mad to the extent of wanting to deceive others. When it comes to killing, indeed one can sense being watched, but that requires the act of killing to occur first.”

“Shut up!!!” Hu Tao covered her ears and instantly swung an arm towards Yin Ren. Yin Ren didn’t defend himself or even evade.

A deep bloodied gash appeared on his left cheek.

Zhong Chengshuo instinctively wanted to rush forward but then remembered he was wearing Lu Xiaohe’s shell. He stood helplessly in place, unsure of what to do.

Why hasn’t Yin Ren ended the conversation yet? Could it be that his previous words weren’t just meant to make the enemy relax?

…Why hasn’t Yin Ren taken the opportunity to communicate countermeasures with him and only kept talking to Hu Tao?

But he couldn’t intervene.

With pursed lips, Zhong Chengshuo looked at Yin Ren a few steps away.

“A’Shen is a murderer, and it doesn’t conflict with him loving you. ‘Love’ is not an almighty excuse, and it doesn’t prove anything. Let me say it again, regardless of whether you can find him here or not, he is undoubtedly a murderer.”

Ignoring the bleeding wound, Yin Ren continued calmly.

“Here.”

Yin Ren pointed at his heart.

“…And here.” He then tapped his temple. “They are fundamentally different things.”

Hu Tao rushed abruptly in front of Yin Ren; her shattered face almost touching his nose. She spewed a ghastly aura, and behind her, several arms emerged as if breaking through a cocoon, making her resemble a strange multi-limbed creature.

These new arms faintly impeded her momentum—apparently, the time Love wanted to delay wasn’t enough.

Yin Ren silently watched her with a trace of sorrow gradually appearing on his face.

Pure obsession was the essence of a vengeful ghost, and Hu Tao remained in this world through her hatred. Her hatred must have a focal point—a solid enough one.

So why, when she argued, “Maybe there’s no need to hate A’Shen”, was her state still so stable?

“What exactly do you want to say?” Hu Tao vigorously scratched her bloody and disfigured face. “Are you trying to tell me I don’t need to search, and all I have to do is hate him wholeheartedly?”

“No, that’s not it,” Yin Ren said softly. “What I want to say is that you are not at fault.”

“Your obsession is the ‘flaw’ that might have caused the tragedy back then. Now I’m telling you, you’re not wrong.”

Hu Tao suddenly retreated, instantly shrinking to three or four meters away from Yin Ren, as if poison surrounded him. The previously resentful and eerie presence transformed into a startled little creature.

She opened her mouth, resembling a bloody hole, as if she wanted to refute, but no sound came out.

Yin Ren sighed inwardly.

“If he is just a pitiful person influenced by something, then he must have been influenced before the killings. As his closest lover, your failure to notice anything amiss in time makes every person’s death your mistake.”

“If he is merely a cold-blooded psychopathic killer, and you’ve known him for fifteen years without suspecting anything, then the deaths of your parents are also your indirect fault.”

“…Hu Tao, deep down, you actually thought this way before, didn’t you?”

Obsession, obsession—how could it be so easily shaken?

The hatred toward the killer was merely superficial. Perhaps Hu Tao herself didn’t realize or didn’t want to admit it—ultimately, what she resented was herself.

Hu Tao floated in place, blood dripping from her body onto the ground. The space inside the cocoon was too snowy white, and when the blood fell to the ground, it looked like ink.

Ignoring the arms waving around Hu Tao, Yin Ren took a few steps forward, standing in front of her.

Peeling away the surface, revealing the festering wound, only one step remained.

“A’Shen is indeed a murderer. As for the motive, whether it’s deep affection or a vile nature, it is always the one who acts that causes the tragedy, regardless of their reasons.”

“You are not at fault.”

Yin Ren’s voice was clear and calm, carrying a faint authority.

“No matter what others say, this is my judgment. If A’Shen is still alive, I will help you kill him.”

“You are not at fault.”

Yin Ren stared directly into Hu Tao’s eyes, repeating it for the third time.

Hu Tao floated stiffly, and the arms behind her ceased their movement.

Time passed, and the overwhelming hostility in her subsided slightly, transforming into uncertain doubt. Those arms curled in confusion, and the blood no longer dripped. The fragmented features on Hu Tao’s face slowly came together, reconstructing her broken face.

But there were too many white cracks on her face, and no matter how she tried, the flesh couldn’t be completely restored. That familiar face now resembled a shattered porcelain doll.

“…Why do I feel like you’re not Zhong Chengshuo? That guy doesn’t have this much thought. Could it be that spending time with Yin Ren has enlightened you?”

Curiously, she scrutinized Yin Ren, just like their first encounter in the living room. Her tone became somewhat cheerful, reminiscent of her previous self.

“You make some sense. I didn’t really think about it before. Let’s go, we can search while we talk.”

Yin Ren didn’t move.

The girl in front of him was dressed in pajamas, with white cracks covering her body. In a trance, she showed a hint of distress, and her blood-colored features slightly furrowed.

The arms behind her seemed to sense something. They dangerously swayed, emanating increasingly powerful force, making the white cracks on Hu Tao’s body more pronounced.

Meanwhile, Hu Tao herself maintained that half-awake state, revealing a gentle expression. “Zhong Chengshuo?”

“I’ve encountered many vengeful spirits,” Yin Ren whispered. “You were a good person in your life, so much so that even as a vengeful spirit, you don’t repel people.”

“…Zhong Chengshuo?” This time, there was a touch of uncertainty in Hu Tao’s call.

In an instant, her long hair fluttered, and her red clothing seemed fiery.

Yin Ren removed his disguise, placing a hand on Hu Tao’s forehead. He lowered his gaze with an unusual lack of amusement on his face.

And his hand was stained with fresh red blood.

The Great Celestial Master, Zhong Yi, excelled at exorcism.

The essence of a vengeful ghost was pure obsession. When the obsession shattered, the vengeful ghost would dissipate like melting snow. And the wavering of obsession was the first crack.

There was a brief moment of surprise on Hu Tao’s face, followed by an expression that seemed to say, “As expected”, as she smiled absentmindedly.

Countless arms embraced her, jostling her. The power of Love surged madly, yet she merely pressed her forehead against that hand.

“I’m letting go. You said you would help me kill him, so I won’t search anymore.”

She said.

“Mom and Dad won’t blame me, right?”

The scenery inside the cocoon resembled the purest ice and snow, and this particular piece silently melted away.

Those arms no longer embraced anything.

The immense power approached its eruption but lacked the crucial support, ultimately dissipating into nothingness.


Kinky Thoughts:

I’m so sad for Hu Tao. All she wanted was just to watch 3rd rate dramas and like to eat snacks!


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Evil As Humans Ch221

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 221: Landmark

A few hours ago.

Meng Huai held a blood and flesh spirit weapon made of a hand chain and a ring, while Zhong Chengfeng alertly held her gun. The two agilely jumped up and down on the edge of the cocoon. Even Xiao Zheng, the rear science post, skillfully hooked the white silk threads around him, resembling a reincarnated spider spirit.

Whenever any Elementals attempted to approach, the two would create a minor harmless disturbance in a farther location and silently slide back. There were only a few Elementals around the cocoon, and the exit agreed upon by Unit 9 was in a blind spot, ensuring a safe retreat route.

Only Fu Tianyi remained, faithfully guarding the cocoon.

The surroundings were filled with shimmering tunnel walls, making one dizzy. Various black and white Elementals crawled around, creating a scene akin to the snowflakes on an old television screen. He couldn’t afford to provoke them or hide. Fu Tianyi firmly clung to the white silk net, while Dr. Cat clung tightly to Fu Tianyi; their movements were perfectly synchronized.

It was just keeping watch, Fu Tianyi reassured himself countless times in his mind.

They were here to steal, not to openly rob a house, so they wouldn’t be targeted by a massive army of Elementals on the spot. Besides, if the sky were to fall, there would be people like Meng Huai to bear the brunt of it. Fu Tianyi, being a seasoned individual, had nothing to fear.

He didn’t remember the excitement he felt before encountering Unit 9 in the first place. Looking back at the evil beings he had dealt with before, it felt more like playing pretend. When it came to “others being stronger than oneself”, this young rising star of the Fu family could even smile like a Buddha.

His sharpness had been completely blunted, even more serene than Dr. Cat, who had just had its nails trimmed.

“Aren’t you here to investigate?” Fu Tianyi couldn’t help but ask the cat perched on his shoulder out of boredom.

“I am investigating.”

Dr. Cat looked intently at the end of the white net.

In the center of the white net lay a half immensely large white hemisphere, motionless. It was embedded in ethereal mist, resembling an eye without a pupil. With the haphazardly stretched white threads around it, it looked like a white spider lurking in the center of a spiderweb. Compared to the obese belly of that hemisphere, the small cocoons containing the missing individuals were more like tiny droplets on a spiderweb.

Insignificant and fragile, incomparable to the massive hemisphere at the center of the web.

The black cat’s fur stood on end, and its round eyes blinked without pause. Fu Tianyi looked for a while but didn’t notice any changes in the central hemisphere.

Fu Tianyi: “So, do you know what that thing is?”

“I don’t know.” Meiqiu swished its tail. “But its interference pattern on the surrounding consciousness is similar to the ‘angel’s arm’. Since we arrived here, its interference with the surrounding thoughts has been growing stronger. Look, the tunnel walls around us have visibly distorted.”

Fu Tianyi blinked hard, but he still couldn’t see any difference.

“The curvature of the hemisphere has changed, and its volume is increasing.” Dr. Cat meowed as it explained. “This pattern looks somewhat familiar…”

Although it spoke in human language, Fu Tianyi couldn’t understand a single word.

So he decisively gave up on the idea of chatting with the science post and focused his mind, attempting to meditate for a while to regain his strength.

But before half a minute had passed with his eyes closed, the cocoon suddenly shook violently. Fu Tianyi failed to hold on and almost fell off.

“What…”

Fu Tianyi didn’t even finish his sentence when his heart nearly stopped—

In his field of vision, both the image and sound came to a sudden halt.

The Elementals surrounded them, crowded and constantly crawling, all froze in their movements. After three or four seconds, they simultaneously stood up, twisted their bodies, and turned a certain part of their bodies towards the group of Shian members.

Their movements were stiff and unified, carrying a silent hostility. The gaze felt like a grinding stone, grinding away at Fu Tianyi’s spirit, threatening to shatter it into pieces.

They had been exposed.

In the next moment, bone spikes, mucus, fleshy limbs… various indescribable things shot towards the four humans and the cat. Meng Huai leaped using the white silk threads, twirling her ring and bracelet two rounds before she put them on her hand, then she clapped her hands together on her chest.

Fu Tianyi felt a gust of wind blow past him. Countless Elementals turned into balls of flesh and blood, rushing towards the incoming objects, causing numerous explosions. Several Elementals that came dangerously close were shot down by Zhong Chengfeng’s gun.

“What are you staring at, brat!” Meng Huai shouted loudly.

Only then did Fu Tianyi snap out of it. He quickly produced talismans made from the skin of Elementals, throwing them like knives. The sword wind swept out, slicing another wave of Elementals into dust.

However, it was all futile.

The surrounding Elementals had no intention of fair competition. They climbed along the silk threads around the cocoon, seemingly confident that they could crush them to death just by squeezing their bodies.

Just as Fu Tianyi was about to scream, the cocoon began to move. It slid along the silk threads like dew, heading towards the gathering place of the white net—

That peculiar hemisphere.

Fu Tianyi almost got thrown off by the cocoon, hastily clutching onto its exterior.

Meng Huai didn’t miss this opportunity. She gracefully leaped back onto the cocoon. The bracelet in her hand extended rapidly, and the ring at the end of the bracelet also grew quickly, resembling a meteor hammer. Taking advantage of the cocoon’s movement, she swung the ring. With each swing, a burst of explosions cleared out a large number of Elementals.

The cocoon slid faster and faster, then abruptly stopped, crashing heavily into the massive hemisphere at the center of the net. Immediately, something resembling an umbilical cord wriggled over from the hemisphere and connected with the cocoon.

Fu Tianyi was shaken loose by the impact. He held onto Dr. Cat tightly, managing to land softly on the hemisphere.

At the same time, countless white silk threads extended from the surface of the hemisphere, tightly wrapping around the small cocoon. They twined and exerted pressure, causing the cocoon to merge into the hemisphere.

“Shit!” Meng Huai swung her weapon, trying to blast away the encroaching white silk. But they were like falling snow, destroying one layer only to be replaced by another, seemingly endless.

Fu Tianyi’s hand trembled as he held the talisman sword.

He didn’t know the origin of the huge hemisphere; he only knew that standing on top of it felt like standing on a small planet. In comparison, the cocoon appeared significantly smaller, resembling a toy lunar module.

Wave after wave of thin white threads enveloped them, with all the “tracks” connecting to this place crawling with Elementals. The area below the net was also filled with densely packed Elementals, surrounding them completely.

The cocoon containing their companions was continuously wrapped by the unrelenting white threads, and the army of Elementals seemed boundless. Their opponents didn’t slack off just because they were outnumbered; their tactics were flawless.

And on their side, there were only four people, utterly powerless.

In a daze, Fu Tianyi felt like he was underwater. They were treading on the back of a slumbering giant beneath the sea, surrounded by a variety of magnificent aquatic creatures. The dark seawater was colored in bizarre and spectacular hues, exuding a strange and magnificent beauty.

Sharks darted by, schools of fish surrounded them, and giant jellyfish floated gracefully.

And they were nothing more than four small clams.

“Should we… run away?” Facing the overwhelming enemies in front of them and the helpless companions behind him, Fu Tianyi felt that the talisman sword in his hand was as ridiculous as a matchstick.

There were extremely fine white threads everywhere, fragmenting the space of consciousness. Perhaps they couldn’t rely on imagination to shift their surroundings. But if they could blast a path, there might still be hope of survival.

“No.”

Meng Huai’s voice was firm and resolute.

“Even if we manage to escape, we’ll be heavily injured. The missing individuals inside the cocoon are still here. If we stay, at least we’ll have a few more hands to work with.”

Fu Tianyi’s body stiffened—given the current situation, she still wanted to save the missing people?

Meng Huai didn’t care about what he was thinking. She flicked away the strand of hair that stuck to her cheek, and with a half-smile, she leaned closer to Fu Tianyi. “It’s rare to see someone from the Fu family so spineless. Well, how about that Zhong Chengshuo—is he stronger than I imagined?”

Her intuition was even more terrifying than Fu Xingchuan’s, leaving Fu Tianyi speechless.

Meng Huai smiled at him, gripping the enlarged ring tightly in her hand. Then she swung it forcefully. The previous “meteor hammer” transformed into a “metal whip”, lashing out and causing the white threads to scatter in all directions.

Accompanied by crisp cracking sounds, the white threads tangled into a cluster, controlled by her magic, floating in mid-air. Whenever a black Elemental approached, the whip would vigorously extend, dragging the Elemental towards the cluster of threads.

Flesh collided, and the magic was activated. A searing explosion tore through their field of vision, and on the other side, a small sun seemed to explode.

Before Fu Tianyi could focus his pupils, the metal whip swung twice again, and a new cluster of threads replenished the ones destroyed. They dispersed like clouds, neither too close nor too far, forming the most terrifying defense line.

Fu Tianyi couldn’t laugh or cry—these white threads seemed to be the product of Elemental flesh and blood. Meng Huai was attacking on-site and seemed unconcerned about running out of raw materials.

The army of Elementals didn’t retreat. They clung and hung, tightly enveloping the four individuals, but they no longer dared to advance. Countless eerie eyeballs looked in their direction, with large and small eyes hidden behind the cloud-like clusters of threads, as if trying to squeeze out a patch of darkness with their pupils.

Seeing such a formation for the first time, Fu Tianyi felt his whole body go numb.

What on earth were these things? Even if he were to drop dead on the spot, he had experienced more trials and tribulations than 99% of cultivators.

“The next stage might involve cognitive pollution and emotional attacks.” Zhong Chengfeng adjusted her grip on her gun and summarized it plainly.

“Face inward and don’t look at those things.” Meng Huai turned her face towards the cocoon, speaking nonchalantly. “Xiao Zheng, help keep an eye on the emotional attacks.”

“Understood.”

“Chengfeng, you and Xiao Fu continue to destroy the outer wall of the cocoon. These things want to enclose it, but we’ll fight against it,” Meng Huai ordered. “I’ll continue to guard the outside.”

Fu Tianyi hesitated and looked at Meng Huai, who noticed his gaze and grinned at him. She avoided Zhong Chengfeng and deliberately lowered her voice.

“Alright, if you’re not comfortable saying it, then don’t say it,” she whispered. “No matter what Zhong Chengshuo might be hiding, at this point, what can I really investigate? We’ll hide as much of his strength as we can.”

Fu Tianyi: “…Um.” What’s going on? How much has this senior seen through?

“Because of the enemy’s method of attack.”

Dr. Cat interjected, giving Fu Tianyi a sidelong glance and speaking solemnly.

“When the cocoon is completely enveloped, those inside must do everything they can to escape. If they manage to escape, their strength will be exposed. If they can’t escape, they’ll be wiped out.” The black cat licked its paws. “If the hidden trump cards are revealed in advance, it won’t be advantageous for us.”

The cocoon wall wasn’t thick yet, but once it was completely encompassed by the giant hemisphere, who knew where it would be transported. Even if the giant hemisphere was made of ordinary concrete, the people inside would be trapped for at least ten days to half a month.

“So we need to quickly create an escape route.” Meng Huai flicked her wrist, and the bracelet whip created a deep opening on the cocoon. The opening was right in front of Fu Tianyi. “Hurry up. There are probably many people inside who need to be saved.”

“But what about those things around us…” Fu Tianyi tried hard not to look at the suffocating eyeball covers surrounding them.

This time, it was Zhong Chengfeng who answered him. “Let’s regroup and take it one step at a time. As long as we’re all together, we’ll find a way.”

Despite not being blood-related, her expression of sternness really resembled Zhong Chengshuo. After a few shots, the opening in front of Fu Tianyi grew larger.

Fu Tianyi let out a long breath. “Okay!”

Since the situation was already so dire, how much worse could it get?

He swung his sword at the deep fissure, and the frenzied white threads surrounding it collided with the Tranquility Talisman, instantly turning into a burst of smoke. Fu Tianyi continued striking with his sword, striving to destroy faster than the threads could envelop.

Dr. Cat jumped off him and lightly tapped the giant hemisphere with its paw. While the humans around were busy, it raised its tail and paced around.

Its gaze remained fixed on the surface of the hemisphere, covered in white threads.

“It’s grown again.” The black cat murmured to itself. “The pattern of changes in size and aura—which report have I seen it in…”

……

Inside the cocoon.

“Now you know what he looks like,” Hu Tao said. “Quickly help me find him.”

Zhong Chengshuo frowned slightly. Hu Tao’s aura was incredibly powerful, almost reminiscent of Love, surpassing even Mr. Le. If they were to rely on brute force, both Yin Ren and himself would have to intervene.

But it wasn’t the right time yet.

“I understand. I need to have a meeting with my companions.” Zhong Chengshuo nodded.

Memories at this level weren’t enough to shake off fear. The remaining people weren’t faring well—Ge Tingting immediately retched, while Lu Xiaohe and Huang Jin had pale faces and vacant eyes, clearly still not fully recovered.

Hu Tao let out an indifferent hum. “I’ll give you two minutes. Whether you finish speaking or not, I’ll scatter you all.”

“Even if you scatter us, how can we contact you once we find the person?” Zhong Chengshuo asked honestly.

“Just stab him.” Hu Tao turned her bloody and blurred face. “I’ll always remember the smell of A’Shen’s blood.”

Zhong Chengshuo lowered his gaze. “…”

Hu Tao clapped her hands. “I’m starting the countdown—”

Before the others could say more, a flash of light swept by, accompanied by buzzing noises and a misty atmosphere. Hu Tao instantly narrowed her eyes, and the white arms around her started to stir, ready to grab anyone with ill intentions.

However, the mist was just mist, and the noise was just noise. No one moved, let alone any fluctuations of magic. Hu Tao tensed her arms, unsure whether she should make a move or not.

Fortunately, after a minute, the mist and noise dispersed. In the thin mist, Hu Tao flipped her hair, stained with blood. “…What are you all doing?”

Her voice was incredibly cold.

“I accidentally slipped.” Huang Jin tremblingly raised his hand. His bag fell to the ground, scattering Tranquility Talismans everywhere.

Hu Tao let out a murky ghostly breath, tilting her head. The killing intent around her grew stronger.

“We’ve roughly set our direction.” Lu Xiaohe suddenly interjected. “Can I stay here to take care of my mother?”

She sat among the pile of Tranquility Talismans. Her face was pale, looking extremely miserable.

Hu Tao slightly lowered her head, as if staring at Lu Xiaohe holding her mother’s hand. Unfortunately, evil beings were still just evil beings. She quickly turned her head. “No, you also have to come along and search.”

Lu Xiaohe bit her lip.

“Then Lu Xiaohe and I will be a team. Huang Jin and Ge Tingting will be a team,” Zhong Chengshuo said. “Clearing the threads and finding the person requires physical strength. The efficiency of a two-person team is…”

Before he could finish his sentence, Huang Jin and Ge Tingting disappeared on the spot.

Immediately, the surroundings distorted, and this time Zhong Chengshuo saw it clearly—four arms stretched out behind Hu Tao, grabbing Huang Jin and Ge Tingting directly and swiftly pulling them away.

Everything spun and became blurred. The white and dismal scene inside the cocoon turned into afterimages, quickly passing through their field of vision. The area was filled with densely intertwined webs like rainforest vines, and they all retracted, avoiding them like living creatures.

In less than two seconds, the two crashed into the soft cocoon wall and slowly slid to the ground. Zhong Chengshuo turned his head. From this position, the interior of the cocoon looked like a pale forest that stretched endlessly.

They were at the edge of the cocoon.

If he guessed correctly, Ge Tingting and Huang Jin should be on the other side of the cocoon. In any case, they were far away from the weak point of the cocoon—the exit that Unit 9 had planned.

“Alright, search with peace of mind,” Hu Tao said with a smile.

With a rapid change of location in a short period of time and obstacles all around, finding the exit was difficult. Even if they found the exit, they couldn’t contact the other group. If they randomly dug a hole and escaped… even if they succeeded, it was hard to say what the outside would be, and there was no way to effectively support the others.

Regardless of why Love wanted to buy time, this move was truly clever.

Zhong Chengshuo’s lips curled up. Truly the most human-like Primordial Elemental. If it were him, he would have done the same.

With that in mind, Zhong Chengshuo looked at his companion beside him and tidied up his slightly messy ponytail.

His companion—another “Zhong Chengshuo”—pushed his glasses and looked solemnly at Hu Tao. The backpack of that “Zhong Chengshuo” was still bulging, but there was nothing inside anymore.

As expected of Yin Ren—he played the role very well. Zhong Chengshuo himself also had to work hard. Hu Tao found them through Yin Ren’s contract, which was just perfect.

Zhong Chengshuo took a deep breath and continued maintaining the image beside him. His brain spun rapidly, and that layer of imagination turned into a thin camouflage shell, enveloping the real him in the center.

To make the imagined image move smoothly and naturally, strong computational abilities were required. Fortunately, “King Yama” excelled at calculations.

Zhong Chengshuo hobbled, pressing against Lu Xiaohe’s face, limping along behind.

Next, they needed to escape in the shortest possible time and in the least conspicuous way.

At the same time, near the weak point of the cocoon.

Under the scattered Tranquility Talismans on the ground, Lu Xiaohe struggled to pull apart the white silk and propped herself up. She coughed a few times, crawled to her unconscious and weak mother’s side, and held her in her arms.

Within her embrace lay a photo of herself and her mother.

The comments on the back of the photo were blurry, with elusive and shifting characters pointing in two directions. Lu Xiaohe knew that the words she had left on other people’s photos would steadfastly point to herself as well.

A white silk thread snake slithered over and began to wrap around Lu Xiaohe’s feet. However, Lu Xiaohe took out a can of energy drink made from transformed Elemental flesh and blood from her backpack and carefully sprinkled the liquid around her body. As soon as the liquid touched the ground, it emitted a faint red light.

Under the red light, the white threads wriggled dissatisfied and had to go around.

“I’ll stay here.”

Lu Xiaohe whispered softly, holding her mother tightly in her arms. Her mother breathed unconsciously, and the photo was warmed by their body temperatures.

“You all… Make sure to come back early.”

The development of the situation was no different from what Zhong Chengshuo had predicted—Hu Tao would scatter the group, keeping everyone away from the exit and making it difficult to regroup. However, considering that Shian was unprepared for this sudden attack and unaware of Hu Tao’s abnormality, it wasn’t wise to expose everything on the spot.

Everyone was caught in a dilemma.

Faced with such a terrible situation, amidst the swirling smoke, Zhong Chengshuo only uttered three sentences.

“Yin Ren is here; he will pretend to be me.”

“I will disguise myself as Lu Xiaohe, while the real Lu Xiaohe stays in place.”

“Everyone, remember to look at the photo.”

She would become their best landmark.


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Criminal Psychology Ch265

Author: 长洱 / Chang’er

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/


Chapter 265

This was a very simple question, and no matter where it appeared in the corners of any magazine or book in this library, it wouldn’t catch people’s attention.

But it happened to be here.

Countless possibilities flashed through Xing Conglian’s mind, such as some unlucky kid casually writing a sentence, and they happened to stumble upon it by accident. But in reality, he was very clear that those so-called other possibilities weren’t valid.

From the moment Lin Chen received the text message, to their gradual guidance here, searching the shelves, finding the hidden periodical, and seeing this sentence, all indicated that someone deliberately wrote this question here, and that person was certain that Lin Chen would see it.

This was obviously related to Lin Chen’s past.

After roughly figuring out what was going on, Xing Conglian was no longer worried.

“What is this?” He calmly spread the book open, turned it around, and faced it towards Lin Chen. Then, he pointed to the question about choice in the seam of the book page, as if asking a very ordinary question.

“This is a question, and also an answer.”

Lin Chen replied still with his distinctive style. Xing Conglian didn’t feel like he was hiding anything.

“What kind of question is it?” Xing Conglian looked straight into his eyes and asked.

“The last time I was forced to answer this question was when I met Feng Peilin on the Taiqian Bridge last year.” Lin Chen paused and spoke clearly and systematically. “He asked on behalf of someone else: In this world, in the confrontation between the infinitely small and the infinitely large, which side would I choose to stand on?”

“Why is it so literary?” When he heard the name “Feng Peilin”, Xing Conglian’s brows slightly furrowed. Although this name was an expected one, it completely represented a part of Lin Chen’s past that he had never touched before.

Now, this part of the past suddenly jumped out without warning. Lin Chen straightened his back, his gaze calm and cool, clearly ready to uncover the scar.

Xing Conglian felt a bit reluctant, steadied his breath, and continued to ask, “Infinitely small, infinitely large—what do they refer to? And what does the so-called ‘choice’ mean?”

“I’m not entirely sure either. ‘Infinitely small’ refers to individual consciousness, ‘infinitely large’ probably refers to the entire social morality and legal system. Translated, Feng Peilin’s entire question was asking me if they were going to be anti-social and if I would help them. But don’t interpret this as a request; it was a boast.” Lin Chen rubbed the table with his finger somewhat irritably. “It’s really annoying,” he emphasized.

At this moment, Lin Chen finally had a living presence. He wasn’t sad; he simply detested these things.

“Since we’ve brought up this matter, there’s a question I must ask. Why did you leave back then?”

“Because Feng Peilin died,” Lin Chen answered. “In fact, I’m very clear that his last step was to kill someone and then commit suicide. It shows that he couldn’t swim at all, and there was no reason for him to survive after falling into the river. I designed this situation, luring him to commit suicide with my own actions, but I didn’t tell you about it. It didn’t comply with legal procedures, and morally, it was flawed. To be honest, I feel guilty about it, so I chose to leave.”

“So, does that mean you didn’t like me at that time?” Xing Conglian suddenly asked. “It wasn’t love at first sight?”

“Why are you becoming more like Wang Chao, always going off-topic?”

“This is a very important question, more important than those shitty matters.”

“At that time, I just thought you were handsome—the type I liked—but I didn’t see your inner beauty.”

Lin Chen answered sincerely, leaving Xing Conglian unsure whether to laugh or cry.

“What about you?” Lin Chen also paused and asked him.

“At that time, I thought you had inner beauty, a kind of mysterious aura that attracted me. But now…” Xing Conglian gestured to Lin Chen, who instinctively leaned closer. Under the warm sunlight, Xing Conglian kissed Lin Chen’s ear and said, “Now, I think you’re handsome.”

Lin Chen’s face clearly blushed, even though they had already done everything together. Yet, Lin Chen could still be shy in some unexpected moments. Xing Conglian enjoyed this moment.

Perhaps after teasing Lin Chen, the atmosphere became less heavy, and under the warm sun, it felt somewhat drowsy.

He closed the book, and the question and answer had come to the most crucial moment. He spoke seriously, “Since Feng Peilin is already dead, then who left this message here? Who sent you the text message and led you to see it?”

“Xing Conglian…” Lin Chen drawled, gazing at him.

“Here.”

“You really haven’t seen the file from that year,” Lin Chen said. “I mean, the thing that Huang Ze held a grudge about—the incident where I killed his sister.”

“Although I haven’t seen the file, I have a general idea of what happened when Huang Ze first came to Hongjing looking for trouble.” Xing Conglian honestly shifted the blame. “It was Fu Hao who told me.”

Lin Chen was taken aback, clearly not expecting this. “You knew the whole story from the beginning?”

“No, Fu Hao only said that it was a trolley problem*. You were forced to make a choice between four people and sixteen people, but he didn’t tell me what kind of choice you made.”

*See chapter 15 for the explanation.

“He’s really troublesome,” Lin Chen said, lowering his head, looking gloomy. He seemed to have no energy for any teasing. But that was Lin Chen. After a while, he seemed to have made up his mind. He raised his head, looked directly into Xing Conglian’s eyes, and asked firmly, “So, do you want to hear my version?”

……

To hear the story, alcohol was needed—that was the agreement Lin Chen made with him initially.

Xing Conglian rushed downstairs, bought two cans of Yongchuan beer from the convenience store, and then returned. This time, Lin Chen didn’t run away again. Instead, he leisurely placed two chairs facing the window and propped his feet up on the windowsill. On his knee lay the 1975 edition of <American Psychologist> they had just found.

As Lin Chen flipped through the collection, his back in a white shirt looked like the kind of senior most popular among girls on campus.

Xing Conglian felt at ease and didn’t mind whatever story he was about to hear.

He walked over, used the beer can to lightly touch Lin Chen’s face, and Lin Chen kissed the back of his hand. Then, he reached out to take the beer, opened the can with a “pop”, and took a big sip.

Xing Conglian didn’t say anything and just sat down on the nearby stool. He hooked his arm around Lin Chen’s back and, like Lin Chen, propped his feet up on the windowsill.

After drinking some beer, Lin Chen’s cheeks were slightly flushed, but he wasn’t drunk.

“Fu Hao told you about the trolley problem.” Lin Chen asked, “How did he describe it specifically?”

“He said there were 20 children playing on the tracks for some reason. Four people suggested to the other 16 that they should go to the other side of the tracks because a train was coming on the path they were on. But the remaining 16 children didn’t listen and chose to stay where they were. At that moment, a train passed and crashed into those 16 people. You were the one who had the chance to pull the lever to change the direction of the train and sacrifice the few to save the majority.” Xing Conglian summarized concisely. “Fu Hao probably presented the problem like this, but he didn’t tell me the outcome.”

“Do you want to know the result?” Lin Chen asked.

“I think the result doesn’t matter,” Xing Conglian answered.

Lin Chen didn’t expect him to say that and looked at him strangely, but then almost whispered to himself, “How can the result not matter?”

“Because this is a dilemma with almost no correct answer.” Xing Conglian took a sip of beer. “I remember this should be an ethical problem?”

“In fact, it is the most famous thought experiment in the field of moral philosophy, first proposed by Philippa Foot* in 1967. It was aimed at critiquing utilitarianism and attacking Kant’s moral duty theory. The original version was not like this, and now this experiment has been transformed into various versions, but it still holds profound significance.”

*English Philosopher and one of the founders of contemporary virtue ethics, who was inspired by the ethics of Aristotle.

“Philosophers always play with fire; this is a very dangerous question,” Xing Conglian said. “In this problem, it explores the duty and responsibility of the trolley operator, as well as the value of life between the majority and the minority. However, once the debate reaches its end, it’s easy to fall into moral nihilism. Both the proponents and opponents of pulling the lever will be stubborn, insisting that their viewpoint is inevitably correct. At some moment during the confrontation, everyone suddenly realizes that there is no such thing as morality or immorality, right or wrong.”

“Your perspectives are always so unique.” Lin Chen raised his beer can and lightly touched it against Xing Conglian’s. “I want to hear more details from you.”

“Choices represent different value systems. Taking the lever as an example, if the trolley operator pulls the lever and directs the train to collide with fewer people to save the majority, then he indirectly acknowledges the value system that considers the lives of the majority more important than those of the minority. Moreover, in modern society, this action is equivalent to violating social rules, depriving others of their right to life—in other words, killing.”

“What if he doesn’t make any choice?” Lin Chen asked.

“Not making a choice is also a choice,” Xing Conglian replied. “He believes he must abide by the social rules and cannot save some people’s lives by depriving others of theirs. In this choice, there is also a trap. He is essentially admitting that, after following social rules, the lives of the minority are more worth protecting than those of the majority. If each person’s life is of infinite value, unable to be measured by a cumulative quantity, then why, after adding social rules, does this become measurable?”

“But it sounds like the latter choice is better?” Lin Chen smiled, with a peaceful expression. “After all, if we generalize it, rules and justice are superior, and rules maintain the normal operation of human civilization.”

Xing Conglian paused, not expecting Lin Chen to respond like this. “If that’s really the inference, then the former choice—upholding the interests of the vast majority of humanity and ensuring human survival—happens to be the reason for establishing social rules and maintaining social normalcy in the latter choice.” He felt that the questioner was being unreasonable. “So, in essence, both choices are forms of moral utilitarianism—the former is situational utilitarianism, and the latter is rule utilitarianism. They lead to the same conclusion, so this kind of questioning is meaningless.”

“No, I still think it is full of significance.” Lin Chen unusually opposed his viewpoint. He took a sip of the beer, slightly tipsy, and said, “Philosophers design such questions to contemplate human past experiences and future fate, through speculation to explore human’s intrinsic moral thinking and external social systems. This itself is an incredibly elegant thing.” He spoke with determination and raised the plain green beer can towards the sun as if he were paying tribute to someone from afar.

At this moment, the sun’s warmth was no longer as scorching as at noon; it seemed gentle and affectionate.

Outside the window, the trees were verdant, and everything was green, creating a pleasant view.

Xing Conglian raised his beer can and took a big gulp, feeling that within the questions and answers, Lin Chen had led him to the core of the issue. However, he found contemplating and answering such hypothetical questions to be irritating and difficult.

But Lin Chen had genuinely experienced such a moral dilemma, and yet, such an experience didn’t fundamentally destroy him. He remained steadfast in his beliefs and had great respect for the world.

As Xing Conglian looked at Lin Chen’s profile while he toasted, he couldn’t help but reach out and touch his face.

Lin Chen turned his head, with a hint of surprise in his expression.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Lin Chen used his thumb to wipe his nose as he asked.

“So, Lin Chen, what choice did you make at that time?”


Kinky Thoughts:

There are a lot of philosophical ideas discussed in this chapter. Kantianism, named after Immanuel Kant, is the theory that in order to act morally, people must act from duty. He further argues that it’s not the consequences of the actions that make them right or wrong, but the motives of the person who carries it out.

You can read more about it, and how deontology was formed by going to the Wikipedia. Modern deontology explains that the morality of an action is based on whether the action itself is right or wrong under a series of rules and principles rather than the consequences of the action.

The Trolley Problem presents a criticism in that whatever decision the trolley operator makes, it’s hard to say whether that decision was “morally correct”.


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