Evil As Humans Ch201

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 201: A Set Up

Schools, like hospitals, were considered special places. The current situation was unclear, and Li Nian couldn’t mobilize the same manpower that surrounded the hospital like before. He could only do his best to deploy several teams to evacuate crowded areas near the school and cut off all access routes to the school.

Xiang Jiang, on the other hand, commanded various special task forces to set up sealing arrays around the school. Although Xiang Jiang had never directly fought against a Primordial Elemental, he had made significant progress in “sealing gaps and corruption”.

Before the protective measures could be fully prepared, a Shian police car honked, attempting to enter the school area.

At a glance, Li Nian recognized the license plate of that car.

He waved off the staff and approached personally. “…Fu Xingchuan, have you gone mad?”

“Good morning, Lao Li. Want some fried dough sticks? I have one left.” Fu Xingchuan rolled down the car window.

He wasn’t wearing a red uniform and was dressed casually, with a breakfast bag in his arms. “I was actually going to ask what madness you’re up to, wandering around outside for no reason… Or did Unit 9 cause trouble again? There’s no need to mobilize the Emergency Management Department for that, right?”

Li Nian neither took the fried dough stick nor responded to his remarks.

Fu Xingchuan glanced at the surrounding sealing measures and made clicking sounds with his tongue, expressing sentiments like, “Only witness the laughter of newcomers, but never see the tears of the old1” and “It’s heartbreaking to be this cautious2”.

1Proverb conveying the idea that people often focus on the positive and happy aspects of new or unfamiliar situations, while ignoring or being unaware of the challenges, hardships, or difficulties faced by those who have been through similar experiences before.
2Saying that conveys the sentiment that investing a great amount of effort, time, or resources into preparing for something can lead to emotional distress or anxiety.

“There’s a suspicious situation, and there may be a gap risk. Xiang Jiang and I happen to have some free time, so we came to take a look around.”

Li Nian pressed the veins on his forehead while his gaze swept toward the back seat of the sedan—Sun Qi’an and Zhang Hejun were sitting there, wearing identical expressions of confusion.

“Ah, gap risk?” Fu Xingchuan patted the steering wheel and raised his voice. “Hey, Dr. Sun, it’s not appropriate to go back to school now. Why don’t you persuade Xiao Zhang to wait another day if she has any questions? She still needs to take care of her health. It’s not urgent.”

Without hesitation, Sun Qi’an turned around. “Hejun, the authorities are still investigating. Shall we go back for now?”

Zhang Hejun stared at the school gate, not answering.

“It was against the rules for you to come out this time. But you kept insisting, so the hospital made a concession by having me accompany you.” Sun Qi’an sighed. “Considering your physical condition, in case… if your parents start causing trouble later, it won’t be easy for me either.”

“I want to see Luo Chunlei. I must see her.”

Zhang Hejun finally responded.

“I have hallucinations every time I close my eyes. In those hallucinations, she keeps throwing dirt at me, sprinkling it all over my brain… I have to talk to her face-to-face. I must see her…”

Zhang Hejun’s eyes were wide open, unblinking like a cold-blooded animal. Her gaze was directed into emptiness, and her tone carried a peculiar excitement typical of a patient, sending chills down one’s spine.

Seeing this, Sun Qi’an shook her head helplessly.

“See?” Fu Xingchuan shrugged at Li Nian. “I went to the hospital to check on my leg, and I saw this little girl rushing out like she had gone mad. To be honest, her case doesn’t have much direct relation to the corruption source. I thought since I had nothing else to do, I would bring her here.”

“Her physical recovery is going well, but there are some issues with her mental state. If it continues like this, something might happen, and the hospital can’t do much about it. Minister Li, can you make a compromise?” Sun Qi’an tidied her slightly messy hair and turned to Li Nian.

“And what about Luo Chunlei’s safety? She’s still a minor, and this behavior is simply reckless.” Li Nian pointed out directly.

“We’ll let her into the school, and she’ll come out later. Mr. Fu and I will keep an eye on her.” Sun Qi’an stepped out of the car, lowering her voice. “We won’t let them meet for sure. Bringing her here is just an attempt to calm her down… Look, this is the certificate from the hospital.”

Li Nian observed it for a while.

“Li Nian.”

Not far away, Xiang Jiang impatiently interjected.

“Fine, go ahead.” Li Nian stepped back from the car. “You can move around within the campus, but you’re not allowed to enter classrooms, the playground, or the back mountain. Fu Xingchuan, keep an eye on them.”

“Got it.” Fu Xingchuan stepped on the accelerator.

Li Nian watched the black sedan slowly move forward and head towards the school gate. After a while, he faintly saw Fu Xingchuan rolling down the car window and talking to the security guard.

Fu Xingchuan’s maroon jacket was slightly wrinkled, indicating that he hadn’t had time to change clothes yesterday.

Yesterday afternoon.

As usual, Fu Xingchuan was investigating the corruption source near the school, diligently fulfilling his duties as a consultant. However, he couldn’t dress too conspicuously while patrolling the streets, so he wore this maroon outfit.

At least that was how Mr. Fu was dressed when Li Nian arrived. At that time, the two of them met in a noisy private room of an internet café, looking as if they were about to engage in some illicit activities. Li Nian subconsciously searched for the color red and glanced at Fu Xingchuan three times without stopping.

“Yin Ren contacted me suddenly, using a strand of hair.”

Fu Xingchuan dragged his old partner into the conversation without beating around the bush.

“There’s a large Elemental inside the school, and there seem to be other Elementals cooperating outside the school. Sun Qi’an and Zhang Hejun from Haigu Municipal Hospital… well, they have some ‘unfavorable background’.”

Li Nian: “…”

It was known that the Evil Spirits were monsters formed from the remains of a Primordial Elemental, and Shian had to exert all its strength to control them. It was also known that two powerful Elementals were lurking near the school, and Qi Xin, who was wandering outside, had not been found yet. Including the deceased Mr. Qiu, there were enough Elementals who had descended to form a table of Mahjong.

At this point, what else could their Haigu branch do?

Li Nian suddenly felt an eerie calmness. “Go on.”

“According to Yin Ren, the Elemental he killed before represented ‘Disgust’, and Qi Xin represents ‘Sorrow’. If his information is correct, the Elemental in the school represents ‘Joy’, and the external cooperation is most likely…”

“’Love’,” Li Nian completed the sentence. It was the missing piece of the four classifications separated by Shian from emotional data. Fantastic! The four leaders from the Other Side came to inspect.

“So, why did Yin Ren contact you?” Professor Li politely swallowed back the words, “What use do you have?”

“It’s similar to Mr. Qiu. These bastards just poked their fingers over here. Their true bodies are still on the Other Side, and the avatars here are not invincible.”

Fu Xingchuan lowered his duckbill cap, wearing a mischievous smile on his face.

“If they could truly be invincible, why would they specifically target this school and set up a trap for Yin Ren and the others?”

In a split second, Li Nian realized.

Humans didn’t have the means to kill these Elementals, yet Mr. Qiu died unexpectedly, spreading fear to the Other Side. Before dealing with external threats, those Primordial Elementals wouldn’t let go of the “unknown kind” lurking in the shadows.

And Unit 9, this unfortunate group—especially the two cunning individuals who weren’t entirely human—always represented Shian’s frontline in dealing with imminent crises. They were also present when Mr. Qiu died. Even if the unknown Elemental wasn’t part of Unit 9, it was closely related to Shian.

If he was an Elemental from the Other Side, he would probably come up with the same plan.

Boldly showcase the school as a special area, openly declaring one’s existence. Shian’s investigative team would undoubtedly relay the message, and sooner or later, that hidden Elemental in Shian would notice the information.

They wanted to lure that highly aggressive “unknown kind” out into the open.

Seeing Li Nian’s changing facial expression, Fu Xingchuan slyly winked and cleared his throat, “Our esteemed Professor Li is indeed quick to react. Impressive, impressive.”

“…” Li Nian rubbed his face. “Speak up. What other ideas do those two have?”

“It’s simple. Go along with the Other Side’s intentions.” Fu Xingchuan’s smile gradually faded. “But I called you here for another matter—”

“Xiao Ge and Xiao Huang volunteered… Ah, no, Xiao Ge volunteered to be the bait. She said if the Elemental doesn’t find any flaws, they’ll be more cautious. To ensure that everything goes smoothly, it’s best for them to sell a flaw.”

The expressions of “approval” and “disapproval” mixed together in Fu Xingchuan’s eyes, engaging in a passionate dispute.

“And to confirm Yin Ren’s speculation, probing is necessary.”

“If the Other Side doesn’t have ill intentions towards Yin Ren and the others, they wouldn’t disturb Shian’s ‘patrol sentinels’. If they do have ill intentions, it could potentially cause an incident and escalate the impact. There is a risk of death for the bait.” Li Nian muttered to himself. He naturally knew what these young people were thinking, and Professor Li felt his headache worsening.

Fu Xingchuan chuckled bitterly. “So, that’s why I came to find you—reporting is secondary. The Great Celestial Master needs to prepare protective spells, and the small shop doesn’t have the ingredients.”

“You’re using me as a delivery person?”

“And also, ah… Xiao Zhong and Xiao Yin have worked so hard. We can take advantage of being associated with a big tree and enjoy the shade while bringing a net along the way.”

……

Yes, since yesterday, Li Nian’s headache hadn’t stopped.

At this moment, he watched the car disappear into the campus while his face grew longer.

“Our protection isn’t enough! Surrounding security comes first. Sort that out before discussing anything else!” He turned around, raising his voice. An A-level special task force hurriedly ran in the direction Li Nian pointed, earnestly performing their spell.

“It’s almost done.” Xiang Jiang’s hazy pupils turned towards Li Nian.

“It’s far from enough. You yourself said to be careful with the accident rate. I see that the southwest corner is still lacking.” Li Nian glanced at him sideways. “It’s surrounded by residential areas, and the type of disappearances those two had is very dangerous. This was your own judgment.”

“I also said that those two lives are also up to fate.”

Xiang Jiang’s expression was extremely grim.

“You can continue hesitating here; I’ll take my team in to investigate first.”

“…Fine, you can go.”

Li Nian closed his eyes, and his expression was tinged with bitterness.

“But as partners, I suggest you stay. You said you want to follow the rules, so carry it through to the end.” Professor Li emphasized each word. “Of course, it’s not mandatory.”

Xiang Jiang didn’t answer.

He tugged at his asymmetrical windbreaker and walked towards the school without looking back.

The sun rose, and the sky turned pale. A faint mist emanated near the school, gliding along the ground, hazy like a dream. When Li Nian opened his eyes, Xiang Jiang had already disappeared from his sight.

Li Nian raised his head and saw a group of drones flying towards the back mountain.

“…Forget it.” He sighed at them.

These unmanned drones were slightly smaller than birds, gliding through the morning sky and quickly reaching the back mountain.

The back mountain was supposed to have a water pavilion, but the pond was dry. A bit of muddy soup accumulated at the bottom, and it looked more like an ordinary construction site. The pavilion was partially built, with sparse vegetation and piles of soil between construction materials, resembling countless mounds.

Haigu Secondary School once planned to develop and build on the back mountains, but funding issues arose when half of it was already constructed, leaving the construction awkwardly halted. The students loved this unfinished style. Even though the school strictly prohibited it, students still frequented the area from time to time.

The place where Zhang Hejun was buried alive wasn’t far from here.

Zhong Chengshuo painfully swallowed two energy bars for breakfast and slowly walked towards the pavilion. The seating area of the pavilion was covered in floating dust, so Zhong Chengshuo looked around for a while and decided to stand upright beneath the pavilion.

Yin Ren, as usual, completely sealed off his aura and stuck to Zhong Chengshuo’s back like a spirit.

Before long, Luo Chunlei appeared.

She wasn’t wearing a school uniform but a pricey-looking dress. With her left hand holding a thermos cup and her right hand gripping the phone hidden in her bedroom, her fingers swiftly danced across the screen. Her shoes were polished to a shine, but after taking a few steps in this place, they quickly became covered in dust.

[Good morning, I’m livestreaming now.]

Yin Ren lowered his head, and Dog Thing quickly displayed the messages from that anonymous group.

[After Brother Cockroach dies, those who doubted me should livestream themselves eating cockroaches 😘.]

After typing that, Luo Chunlei stopped in front of a patch of withered grass, adjacent to a dead decorative tree. She locked her phone, and a sweet smile bloomed on her face.

“Alright, I’ve informed my parents.”

Luo Chunlei’s killing intent wasn’t particularly strong. At this moment, it seemed that she still thought everything in front of her was just a game.

“Come here. I buried the evidence under the tree… What? Do you expect a girl to dig it up herself?”

As she puffed up her cheeks, a dissatisfied expression filled her face.

A childish and clumsy trap. Zhong Chengshuo scanned the patch of grass with a calm expression. He only made a sound of acknowledgment and obediently walked over.

As soon as his right foot touched the patch of grass, the ground beneath him suddenly gave way. In the next moment, everything spun around.

Beneath the grass was a deep pit left from construction.

Zhong Chengshuo almost instantly reached out with his hands and clung tightly to the uneven walls of the pit. The collapsing grass fell to the ground, revealing the tangled steel bars at the bottom of the pit. The steel bars were thin and sharp, even more dangerous than the previous elevator shaft.

Luo Chunlei didn’t waste any words. She immediately unscrewed the thermos cup and poured the scalding hot water onto Zhong Chengshuo’s hands. Zhong Chengshuo clenched his lips, executed a beautiful somersault, and voluntarily jumped into the thicket of steel bars. The thorny steel bars surrounded him, but miraculously, Zhong Chengshuo emerged unharmed. He lifted his head and looked straight at Luo Chunlei.

She casually kicked the loose soil at the edge of the pit, causing it to fall down with a rustling sound.

“Wow, this angle is really nice—actually, I really wanted to take some photos, but if I post them in the group, it would be troublesome as evidence.”

Luo Chunlei kicked the soil a few more times and squatted down at the edge of the pit. Judging by her expression, she was genuinely troubled by this.

“Your expression isn’t as entertaining as Zhang Hejun’s back then. She was so scared that her face turned pale—people’s faces can actually turn that pale. It’s especially thrilling.”

With another kick, a large pile of soil fell down.

“Do you know you’re killing people?” Zhong Chengshuo disregarded the piles of soil embedded with steel bars.

“Of course I know, and I also know that I won’t be caught. Even if I were caught, I’m not even fourteen yet.”

Luo Chunlei seemed to be wary of Zhong Chengshuo’s words as she panted and pushed out a wheelbarrow from the debris, starting to pile up soil at the edge of the pit.

“Besides, my family is wealthy. My parents run around doing errands, and they can’t imprison me anyway.”

Her smiling face could be described as innocent.

“…My parents once told me that life is precious.” Zhong Chengshuo reached out and touched the nearest steel bar. The sharp end lightly grazed his skin. “You—”

“No way, you want to lecture me now?”

Luo Chunlei laughed even more.

[Hilarious, Brother Cockroach is going to die, and he still wants to preach to me.] She held up her phone with hands covered in dirt.

“I know what you want to say—you want to say that when I grow up, I’ll regret these things and lose sleep at night. You want to say that when I become vulnerable and get bullied, I’ll understand the feelings of Zhang Hejun and you.”

[Moral bitches will always be moral bitches.]

“Haha, you crack me up. Look at those adults. Do the kind-hearted ones become rich or take advantage of others? They’re constantly feeling down and upset over this and that, unable to live well themselves but constantly worry about others. Let me tell you, people like you are the ones who get eliminated through natural selection.”

Zhong Chengshuo remained silent, tilting his head slightly. His eyes were fixed on Luo Chunlei, who was in a good mood.

[It’s not interesting to sacrifice heroically. I will definitely make him cry w.]

Luo Chunlei squatted down. “Let me tell you what I’ll be like in the future. I’ll eat whatever I want and buy whatever I want. Even if I don’t work, I’ll live better than my stupid classmates. Why should I make myself feel miserable? Am I doing it just because I’m full?”

“If I’m unlucky and get bullied in the future, I’ll only hate the people who bully me, right? What does that have to do with me bullying you? I don’t care about your feelings. Whoever makes me feel bad, I won’t let them off easily. It’s that simple.”

She made a grimace at Zhong Chengshuo in the pit.

“Only the pitiful ones who get bullied would dream of waiting for others to realize their mistakes. When I’m old and think of you, my impression will definitely be like, ‘Wow, I’m more amazing than most people. I could deceive a group of adults when I was a child’.”

“The teacher always said to live happily, and this is how I live the happiest.”

[It feels so refreshing to speak my mind. When I was with Sister Cockroach, I couldn’t speak so openly, missing out on so many dramatic effects]

Next, Luo Chunlei paused for a long time. She looked at Zhong Chengshuo at the bottom of the pit expectantly. Her eyes were fixed on his lips, unblinking.

“My parents once told me that life is precious.”

“Not again.”

“…But I don’t consider your life within the realm of ‘precious’. Well, I’ve made up my mind, I won’t save you either. From now on, take care of yourself.”

[Oh, a little twist~]

Luo Chunlei clicked her tongue. “Fine, so you have superpowers, what do you think? I know about it anyway. Well, I… I…”

Under her gaze, Zhong Chengshuo reached into his pocket and pinched Yellow Millet. With a pop, the illusion dissipated.

The adult Zhong Chengshuo adjusted his glasses and looked at Luo Chunlei with eyes devoid of warmth. And behind him floated the most beautiful “ghost” Luo Chunlei had ever seen in her life.

With his long hair flowing and a smile in his crimson eyes, Yin Ren wrapped his arms around Zhong Chengshuo’s neck; his chin resting on his lover’s shoulder. The red robes around Yin Ren fluttered, exuding a strong ghostly aura.

The temperature dropped suddenly, and white vapor formed around Luo Chunlei’s mouth and nose. Two hands emerged from under Yin Ren’s ribs, hugging Zhong Chengshuo’s waist tightly, effortlessly lifting him out of the deep pit.

The two of them gently stopped in front of Luo Chunlei, only two or three steps away from her.

Her opponent suddenly transformed into two adult men. After a moment of confusion, Luo Chunlei shuddered and instinctively took a step back. She took a deep breath and, without hesitation, pulled out the compact mirror, fiercely smashing it onto the ground.

“Save me!” Luo Chunlei screamed. “Kill them to silence them!”

The mirror instantly shattered into countless pieces, each reflecting the pale red dawn. In the next moment, numerous cracks appeared in space, accompanied by a burst of vacuum suction, and the school janitor with heavy eye bags stepped out of the rift, coughing miserably.

He was no longer wearing the gray school uniform but instead a long gown resembling a comedian’s outfit, and his feet were clad in a pair of worn-out cloth shoes.

“Joy,” Zhong Chengshuo said with a confident tone.

The man took a few breaths and revealed a faint smile, ultimately acquiescing.

Zhong Chengshuo didn’t act recklessly. He stood upright on the barren land, assuming a vigilant posture. Behind him, Yin Ren’s ghostly aura grew so dense that it was suffocating. The ground around them frosted, and the once yellowed grass withered and turned black, crumbling into dust.

The might of the thousand-year-old Ghost King quietly revealed a glimpse of his power.

“Kill them quickly!” Luo Chunlei rushed over and grabbed the janitor’s sleeve. “We agreed that you would send them back, and I will personally bury them!”

The janitor, Mr. Le, lowered his head and glanced at her. He reached out his withered and cracked hand, gently patting the head of the young girl.

“Yes, I will kill them,” he said. “You are the one I have chosen, and I will protect you well.”

With that, he turned to Zhong Chengshuo. His gaze became particularly complex. Despite being born of “Joy”, the sadness in his eyes resembled that of a human.

“Sorry about this, cub.”


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Criminal Psychology Ch240

Author: 长洱 / Chang’er

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


Chapter 240

“What can I do, Consultant Lin?”

Just before Lin Chen left, he specifically asked him to come down the mountain together. Li Nuo was both excited and at a loss for what to do.

He stood at the foot of the small hill, breathing rapidly to take in the fresh air around him, but the nauseating smell of blood and gore from earlier still lingered. He didn’t even dare to close his eyes because once he quieted down, the overwhelming fear of death would come rushing back. So he could only desperately follow closely behind the person in front of him, fearing he would be left behind.

“Help me find a place to stay.” Lin Chen reached the car at the foot of the mountain and turned around, saying so.

Li Nuo was stunned for a moment. The consultant before him seemed completely unaffected by the brutal and inhumane scene from earlier, except for his pale complexion. But there were moments when Li Nuo felt that grief was engraved in his bones, that it could easily find outlets for emotional expression, and it couldn’t be considered nothing.

He quickly sniffed and hurriedly asked, “What kind of place are you looking for?”

At the same time, an elderly officer in the car at the foot of the hill hurriedly opened the door and nervously asked Lin Chen, “Did you catch the person?”

Lin Chen shook his head at the old officer first, then turned to him and said, “Anything will do.”

Upon hearing this, the old man seemed to have guessed something, and a look of terror quickly appeared on his face, accompanied by deep guilt that seemed to weigh him down. Li Nuo didn’t know what had happened between them, but it definitely wasn’t something good.

Just as Li Nuo thought Lin Chen would coldly nod to the old man and pass by him, he was very surprised to see Lin Chen deliberately stop in his tracks.

The young police consultant stood in front of the old man, appearing tall and imposing. He slightly bowed his body, one hand holding the old man’s weathered hand, while using the other hand to pat his back forcefully. His tone was gentle but carried a comforting power. “Do you remember what I said earlier? I was serious. It’s not your fault. There are many people who should bear responsibility for this, but it’s not your turn for now.”

The old man trembled at his words, looking up towards the direction of the mountaintop with a distant and teary gaze.

Lin Chen didn’t say anything more. He opened the rear door of the car and took out a stack of files enclosed in a leather document bag from inside.

Li Nuo noticed that the name “Shen Lian” was written on the paper bag. He shivered once again, only to see Lin Chen quickly turn his gaze back. That look instantly brought him back to his senses. It turned out that when the consultant said to find a place, he meant immediately and without delay.

He hurriedly turned back up the mountain. Though the mountain breeze was gentle around him, he became nervous. The images of the elderly people with brown bloodstains on their necks resurfaced in his mind one after another. But now wasn’t the time. He suppressed the urge to vomit once again, looked around, and realized that the elderly lady who had been sitting under the tree enjoying the breeze had disappeared. Perhaps she had gone up the mountain to see what was happening.

In his memory, there was a small shack where villagers stored thatched grass and miscellaneous items. So he ran up the path on the right side and indeed saw that shack. However, unlike his memory, this makeshift brick house was extremely dilapidated and didn’t even have a door.

He turned back to Lin Chen once again and asked, “Should I go find a resident’s house instead?”

Lin Chen shook his head. “This place will do.”

Li Nuo didn’t know what Lin Chen intended to do, but he rushed into the house ahead of him. However, the foul smell of the thatched grass inside made him take a step back.

With a snap, a dim yellow light bulb lit up, but the light only illuminated a small area of the broken brick floor, leaving the rest of the space in a gloomy haze.

At some point, Lin Chen was standing in the doorway with a calm expression. He let go of the switch on the wall, and, for a moment, Li Nuo felt that this rundown and drafty house was a true reflection of this psychology consultant.

But Lin Chen’s actions quickly pushed that thought out of his mind. The consultant entered the shack and swiftly took out the papers from the document bag, placing them casually on the pile of grass, the broken cabinet, and the floor.

Those were all the materials related to Shen Lian saved in her personal file, from birth records to medical reports, from report cards to teacher evaluations. There were even a few crayon drawings and handcrafts that were probably submitted for the school’s comprehensive education assessment.

Each item represented a clear trace of important events in a person’s life. With each bend of Lin Chen’s body, they were slowly presented in this stuffy and damp old house.

Finally, a large expanse of white paper formed a sea of documents before Li Nuo’s eyes. When the wind blew, ripples seemed to appear under the dim yellow light.

Lin Chen took a step back, leaned on a low brick, and sat down.

Li Nuo tried his best not to associate the low brick wall with a fence of a livestock pen, nor did he recall the previous purpose of this dilapidated house. He followed Lin Chen’s gaze and looked back at the uneven sea of paper materials, contemplating whether he should go out and return this space to Lin Chen.

He silently took two steps back, accidentally stepping on a piece of broken brick that produced a clanging sound, breaking the silence.

Lin Chen’s gaze followed the sound, and Li Nuo quickly said, “I’m sorry, Consultant Lin. I’ll leave immediately.”

“Just a moment…”

Li Nuo suddenly looked up, but when he looked towards Lin Chen, Lin Chen wasn’t looking at him.

The consultant sitting on the pile of bricks lowered his head slightly, subconsciously holding his phone in his hand. His black hair hung down, revealing a fair nape above his collar. His pale fingers lightly brushed over the call records, as if he was about to dial someone’s number. A trace of vulnerability or longing appeared on his face, and then he paused for a few seconds. Unexpectedly, Lin Chen put away his phone and looked at him again.

With his dark and calm gaze, Lin Chen said to him, “Stay, and let’s talk.”

……

The command center at the Municipal Bureau.

Xing Conglian still maintained the same position as when he entered the room, holding his phone. The content of the previous call was that the traffic police in Yulin District had already found the abandoned van left by Shen Lian, and forensic officers were now on their way there. In the brief moment he took the phone away from his ear, he inadvertently glanced at the call records. Lin Chen’s name was the last entry on the phone’s screen, with the bottom half obscured by the number keys, only revealing half of the name.

An inexplicable emotion welled up in Xing Conglian’s heart; an emotion that he didn’t even have time to carefully ponder at that moment. His fingertip gently touched the half name of Lin Chen, but in the end, he didn’t dial the number.

……

“What… do you want to talk about?” Li Nuo carefully avoided the papers on the floor and didn’t dare to get too close to Lin Chen.

“Ask me questions. Anything will do.”

Lin Chen sat on the fence like this, with his toes touching the ground. There was a bit of distance between his heels and the floor, looking like an ordinary student.

“Why do you want me to ask questions? Won’t it disturb you like this?” Li Nuo gathered his courage and asked.

“No, because asking questions is the best heuristic strategy for problem-solving,” Lin Chen replied.

Li Nuo squatted down, finding it difficult to understand what a heuristic* strategy was; it was probably something related to psychology. But since Lin Chen asked him to ask questions, and he had a lot of questions in his mind, why not ask?

*Any approach to problem solving or self-discovery that employs a tactical method that’s not guaranteed to be optimal, perfect, or rational, but is nevertheless sufficient for reaching an immediate, short-term goal or approximation. Such techniques include trial and error, a rule of thumb, or an educated guess.

“Why did you lay out Shen Lian’s files? What are you trying to do?” In the quiet and dilapidated shack, Li Nuo pointed to the vast sea of paper materials and asked.

“It’s Shen Lian’s past in front of you. I want to deduce her future.”

“How can you deduce that? Can you really know what she’s going to do next just based on Shen Lian’s personal files?” Li Nuo was astonished, but he suddenly remembered how Lin Chen was able to pinpoint the exact location of the nursing home on the mountaintop. He immediately wanted to swallow back the question he had just asked. However, to his surprise, Lin Chen patiently answered him, “By understanding her past to speculate on her personality traits, and by using her personality traits to judge her thinking logic and behavioral characteristics in a given environment. Human choices seem random and irrational, as if each of us has free will, but in reality, it’s just an illusion created by the one above.”

As Lin Chen spoke, he raised his index finger and pointed at the ceiling. Li Nuo knew that the one above referred to a higher power. He shivered, feeling dizzy from the flickering of the light, and couldn’t help but say, “I’m a materialist. This sounds too mystical.”

“Who said it wasn’t?” Lin Chen replied calmly.

Just then, Li Nuo noticed several drawings that Shen Lian had made as a child in the corner. He suddenly remembered the scene from the live stream when Lin Chen and Li Jingtian faced each other across the wooden table. He had watched the entire live stream, and the summary was that Lin Chen asked Li Jingtian to draw a picture, and then miraculously guessed the exact location where Li Jingtian had hidden the incriminating evidence.

Thinking about this, he asked, “What about those drawings? Can you tell where Shen Lian might go now based on those drawings?”

Lin Chen also looked over. “Those are works from Shen Lian’s childhood. Art can indeed reflect a child’s inner world, but unfortunately, I can’t.” Stepping down from the pile of bricks, Lin Chen walked through the narrow path between papers and picked up the drawings from the floor, as if he could see through people’s hearts. He looked back at Li Nuo and said, “The success of the drawing test I gave to Li Jingtian relied heavily on modern scientific methods that you didn’t see, such as pressure sensors, and so on. Now that Shen Lian is not in front of me, I can’t stimulate her to react by asking various questions.”

“Are you saying it’s more difficult now than it was back then?” Li Nuo scratched his head.

“Yes, and Shen Lian is far more dangerous than Li Jingtian. That’s the difference between a terrorist and an ordinary psychological deviant,” Lin Chen answered decisively. Then he looked at Li Nuo as if waiting for the next question.

Li Nuo took a deep breath, and the scene of the frenzied massacre in the nursing home once again surfaced in his mind. Those images kept looping in his head, like a nightmare that he couldn’t escape for a lifetime. He shook his head desperately, trying to calm himself with a question. He pointed to the image in Lin Chen’s hand and asked, “What was Shen Lian’s inner world like when she was a child?”

It was a sketch, depicting a group of children sitting inside a house. It seemed like Shen Lian had drawn a birthday party, with a messy cake on the table. The picture appeared dark and made people feel very uncomfortable.

“She was very talented. She drew this when she was eight years old.” Lin Chen casually placed the drawing on a stack of grass and stared at the paper. “Her drawings of houses were not two-dimensional, and she used overlapping strategies, omitting invisible lines. She even used perspective when depicting the structure of the house, showing that the objects she drew extended in three-dimensional space. She is a genius, or rather, her spatial thinking ability surpasses that of children her age.” Lin Chen continued, absorbed in his own thoughts. “This reflects her high intelligence quotient. That’s why I doubted her low academic performance before the second year of middle school. After eighth grade, her grades improved significantly. I deduced from this abnormal period that Shen Lian might have experienced something that caused a major transformation.”

“Is her bad experience related to the nursing home then?” Li Nuo asked.

“No, it’s more complicated than that,” Lin Chen replied.

Li Nuo felt a bit stuck, but then the profound and penetrating gaze of Lin Chen hit him again. He could only continue asking questions. “The picture she drew seems very isolated and terrifying. Could her poor academic performance be due to being ostracized at school? Would she seek revenge on teachers and classmates?”

After Li Nuo blurted out all his questions, he realized his presumption. How could Lin Chen not have thought of things that even he could guess? Lin Chen must have already ruled out this possibility! As he thought this, he saw Lin Chen turning around and saying seriously, “Is that what you think?”

Li Nuo nodded, not knowing how he became the one answering questions.

Lin Chen asked, “If I told you that the person Shen Lian despises the most is her former neighbor Chen Jianguo, would you speculate that she wants to seek revenge on Chen Jianguo?”

“That’s definitely her seeking revenge on the neighbor. Where does her neighbor work? Should we notify the parties involved to be cautious?”

“Why couldn’t Shen Lian possibly seek revenge on Zhourui Pharmaceutical? After all, they ruined her plans, didn’t they?”

Li Nuo was once again caught off guard. “That’s also a possibility—a very likely one!”

As he finished speaking, Lin Chen suddenly turned around and stared at him intently.

Li Nuo was startled and quickly apologized, “I… I’m sorry. I really don’t understand this.”

“No, you understand the psychology of the masses very well. Thank you.” Lin Chen lowered his head, took out his phone from his pocket, and made a call.

“Do you know where Shen Lian might go?” Li Nuo asked.

“To a place that she thinks, and I think, she wouldn’t go.”


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Criminal Psychology Ch239

Author: 长洱 / Chang’er

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


Chapter 239

It was hell.

Although Lin Chen had never had a precise imagination of such an unreal concept, he thought that if hell truly existed in the world, it should look like this.

The entire room was quiet and tidy, like an ordinary room in a nursing home. The window was half-open, and the curtains were partially drawn, with a gentle breeze lifting the hem of the curtains. Bright sunlight fell on the coffee table beside the bed, seemingly without any dark areas, except for the two elderly people on the bed.

However, to be precise, they were neither living nor human, but two corpses.

The bodies were covered by two thin white sheets neatly tucked, aligning perfectly with the collarbones of the elderly.

And a little higher up, there were necks resembling dead tree bark.

Of course, the description of “dead tree bark” was Lin Chen’s imagination, as the necks of the two elderly people had been slit open, forming deep and dark gashes. Blood flowed out from the wounds, soaking their necks and trickling down, staining the snow-white bedsheets, forming a large and vibrant red ink blot. Under the sunlight, the brownish-red blood appeared to emit steam, as if it could evaporate the shape of their souls.

Lin Chen didn’t know how he managed to approach the bedside, but it seemed that human potential was always greater than he had imagined.

As he got closer, he realized why he could still sense the presence of the living.

Because the eyes of the deceased were open, and the two elderly people gazed peacefully at the ceiling. The whites of their eyes were tinged with a yellow-brown color, while their pupils were completely black, devoid of any emotions, hollow as if they could consume one’s soul. It was as if the cut at their throat wasn’t lethal; the real cause of death was the long-lasting, impoverished, and tasteless life they had endured. They should have died long ago but were forcibly kept in this world.

The wind from the lakeside and the fields blew in through the window, carrying a faint, scorching scent that could only come from long exposure to the sun. Lin Chen didn’t know if he stumbled, but he forcefully grasped the bedside table, standing in front of the two elderly people, looking at them intently.

At that moment, all of Lin Chen’s senses were extremely sharp, even magnified several times.

The police officers, who arrived a bit later, rushed in with their footsteps resounding like thunder.

Doors from the end of the corridor were being opened one after another, with brief pauses between each door, and then another one would follow. Gradually, the sound of doors opening became slower and slower, as if no one had the courage to continue.

In the end, all footsteps stopped outside the door of the room where Lin Chen stood.

Lin Chen lifted his head and saw many pairs of shocked, incredulous, and desperate eyes at the door. The emotions in those gazes were too complex. They hesitated for a moment, and each person’s throat seemed choked, unable to speak first.

What happened? How could things turn out like this…

And what really snapped Lin Chen back to reality was the sound of footsteps that came last. It was the young officer, the one who had rushed into the nursing home ahead of everyone else. Lin Chen remembered that his name was Li Nuo.

Li Nuo’s eyes were bloodshot, and he covered his mouth. The intense smell of blood was obviously too overwhelming for an ordinary patrol officer. Lin Chen momentarily thought that Li Nuo might run out and vomit. However, to his surprise, Li Nuo managed to hold himself together. With a hoarse voice that indicated he had already cried for a while, Li Nuo said to him, “Consultant Lin…”

Li Nuo’s voice sounded helpless yet determined to the extreme.

Lin Chen shuddered, regaining his clarity. He looked at the many eyes at the door once again and realized that Xing Conglian wasn’t there, so he had to do something.

He lowered his head, covered the eyes of the elderly with his hands, gently closing their eyelids. Then, he walked towards the door and said in a clear voice, “Check if there are any survivors inside the nursing home, notify the hospital and emergency department, and report to the city bureau.”

After finishing his instructions, Lin Chen nodded to everyone and walked straight out.

“Where are you going?” someone called out to him.

“Me?” Lin Chen put his hands in his pockets, turned back, and said, “I’m going to find her.”

……

Before the incident occurred, Huang Ze was sitting on one side of the long circular office desk, with Xing Conglian on the other side.

Xing Conglian lit a cigarette, adopting a tough attitude. His phone was placed on the corner of the table, and he didn’t hand over his communication devices as requested.

Huang Ze held a pen and spoke to Xing Conglian in the coldest tone he could muster, “Xing Conglian, you have been temporarily suspended. Don’t act like you don’t know anything. It’s better for everyone if you clarify the situation as soon as possible.”

As he spoke, he looked directly into Xing Conglian’s dark eyes. Xing Conglian’s gaze remained calm, and only he knew why he still had such composure at a time like this. But Huang Ze was well aware that Xing Conglian had no intention of answering his question.

The ash of Xing Conglian’s cigarette fell bit by bit, and smoke rose lazily in the silence. With a steady pace, Xing Conglian finished smoking before the cigarette was extinguished.

Before that cigarette was finished, Xing Conglian even took a glance at the phone on the table, which remained as calm as ever. Huang Ze knew that Lin Chen hadn’t called him.

When this thought crossed his mind, Xing Conglian suddenly stood up. He stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray, picked up his phone, kicked the chair backward, and grabbed his coat that was thrown over the chair before walking towards the door.

Xing Conglian’s attitude made Huang Ze realize that he had only been waiting for “Lao Wu” during the time it took to smoke a cigarette.

Caught off guard by Xing Conglian’s swift actions, Huang Ze didn’t have time to react before he reached the door. His subordinate stood there, but how could a clerk who struggled to pass the physical exam be a match for an officer like Xing Conglian? Before the two of them could exchange any words, Huang Ze’s subordinate winced in pain, clutching his arm, and the door was easily opened.

“Xing Conglian, stop right there!” Huang Ze stood up and slammed the table.

However, Xing Conglian didn’t even look at him and took out his phone to make a call, as if all the warnings and admonitions from earlier were meaningless words, and as if Huang Ze himself didn’t exist.

Huang Ze wanted to say something more, but Xing Conglian had already disappeared from his sight. Holding the phone, Huang Ze chased after him, regretting his choice of sitting in the wrong position in the office just a few steps away.

This was the main office area of the Hongjing Municipal Police Bureau, where most of the officers worked. With so many people coming and going, it was clear that most of them were familiar with Xing Conglian.

As Xing Conglian walked down the long corridor, busy officers on both sides either nodded in acknowledgment or stopped and saluted him. For a moment, whispers of “Captain Xing” or similar words filled the entire office.

“Xing Conglian, you are being disrespectful!”

Huang Ze almost ran to catch up with him.

At that moment, Xing Conglian put down his phone, evidently having not connected the call. Instead, he grabbed someone and asked, “Where is Director Wu?”

The officer quickly pointed out the direction to Xing Conglian. He accelerated his pace and walked towards the temporary command center at the end of the hall.

“I was just disrespectful towards Inspector Huang,” Xing Conglian replied with both hands in his pockets, using a nonchalant yet remarkably steady tone. “Does Inspector Huang represent the rule of law?”

Huang Ze was frustrated. “You should know that I am giving you face right now. I could arrest you on the spot.”

As they spoke, they reached the entrance of the command center. Suddenly, Xing Conglian stopped and turned back to look at Huang Ze. “You can try.”

Huang Ze realized for the first time that, besides Lin Chen, there were others in this world who excelled at verbal sparring.

He took a deep breath, and just as Xing Conglian placed his hand on the door handle, Huang Ze held his wrist, preventing him from opening the door.

But this simple action seemed to trigger a terrifying signal.

In the next moment, the office was filled with the continuous ringing of phones. Then, the sound of rushing footsteps echoed throughout the building as many people started running. There was an overwhelming sense of tension, as if a stampede of a thousand horses was taking place.

Everyone’s face showed an expression that something terrible was happening, but no one had the courage to speak up about what had actually occurred.

Many officers crowded at the entrance of the command center, obviously trying to enter or exit to deliver reports, but they couldn’t because Huang Ze and Xing Conglian were blocking the way.

In that instant, Xing Conglian seemed to realize something. His gaze turned cold, and with a disdainful expression, he turned to Huang Ze and said, “Let go.”

Huang Ze’s breath hitched, and the command center door was pushed open from the inside out.

Xing Conglian’s immediate superior, Director Wu, was standing in the doorway.

Seeing his subordinate, Director Wu abandoned his previously reserved demeanor. Clearly, whatever had just happened had also left this old man feeling overwhelmed. He said to Xing Conglian, “You’re here?”

“I’m here,” Xing Conglian stood at the doorway, responding with a bold and steady posture.

The old man nodded.

Xing Conglian continued, “I have two things to discuss, so I’ll be brief.”

“Go ahead.”

“First, what crime have I committed?”

The old man hesitated for a moment, not expecting Xing Conglian to come in such a forceful manner, and the first question was surprisingly simple. Nevertheless, he succinctly answered, “Bribery, involving Zhourui Pharmaceutical.”

A look of disbelief briefly flashed across Xing Conglian’s face. After a moment, he furrowed his brow, as if suppressing a feeling of disgust deep within, yet remained calm as he said, “You know I couldn’t have done that.”

“I know.” Director Wu nodded solemnly, then took a step back, pointing towards the room where the ringing of phones persisted, signaling for Xing Conglian to enter. He said, “So, it’s yours now.”

“What happened?” Xing Conglian didn’t decline; only asked while walking. The officers blocked at the door followed with their respective materials and crowded into the room.

“Huihe Nursing Home. None of the 38 elderly residents survived.” The old director stopped in his tracks, speaking each word distinctly.

In an instant, the entire office seemed to be under a spell as everyone froze, and everything turned icy cold.

Xing Conglian also came to a halt. Huang Ze clearly saw a multitude of emotions flicker in Xing Conglian’s eyes, and he was certain that many of those emotions were related to Lin Chen. But what surprised him was that Xing Conglian didn’t immediately take out his phone to call Lin Chen. Instead, he contemplated for a moment and then decisively said, “Find the person in charge of the Transportation Department. Report on the surveillance situation at the checkpoints and the last known location of Shen Lian.”

“Yulin District, Zhongming Road intersection, south to north lane.” One of the officers near the door stood up swiftly and reported to Xing Conglian without any hesitation.

“The Yulin District officers will secure the southwest position, while the remaining personnel stay on standby.” Xing Conglian paused and asked again, “What is the specific situation in Hongshu Town?”

“Reporting, Captain Xing!” Another officer stood up. “Currently, nine officers, including the consultant from the Criminal Investigation Team, have arrived at the scene in Hongshu Town. The situation is as follows…”

The voices of inquiries and the subsequent responses echoed rapidly, as Xing Conglian seemed to have no need for contemplation. Command after command fell swiftly and with extreme clarity.

Huang Ze lowered his head, lost in thought.

“Captain Xing must undergo an investigation. It is a direct order from the Department!” A voice of admonishment came from behind him at that moment.

Huang Ze turned around and found his subordinate, who had been pulling at his arm, urgently speaking.

At that time, Xing Conglian had just finished answering a question from an officer about whether he would be heading to Hongshu Town.

“No, I won’t go for now,” was Xing Conglian’s response.

Huang Ze’s heart shook violently because of his subordinate’s question, and the entire office fell silent as everyone looked toward his position.

Finally, he made up his mind, raised his head, looked at Xing Conglian, and asked, “What do you need me to do?”


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Bu Tian Gang Ch151

Author: 梦溪石 / Meng Xi Shi

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


Chapter 151

[March 27th. There was no progress with the stone tablet. The Japanese have sent people to continue monitoring the interactions between Fujikawa and the President of the Otowa Consortium, Otowa Yasuhiko. They met twice during this period, which is suspicious.]

[March 28th, Beijing. Zong Ling asked me about how I was doing with keeping notes. I showed them to her, and she seemed helpless, saying that I turned the diary into a work summary. But other than that, I didn’t have much to write about. Keeping a diary was also her suggestion. A few years ago, during a casual conversation, she said that despite living in this world for so long, I still lacked a human touch. I asked her what she meant by a human touch, and she said it was the smell of fireworks. But I didn’t know exactly what the smell of fireworks was like. If I live like an ordinary person, working, eating, and sleeping, wouldn’t that count as having the smell of fireworks?]

[Zong Ling said that ordinary people write diaries to appropriately vent negative emotions or write about things that make them happy. But I neither had anything unhappy to write about nor anything so happy that I wanted to record it.]

[However, I also hoped to live a bit more like an ordinary person, so following Zong Ling’s suggestion, I started writing a diary. I wrote one and burned one, so as not to risk leaking information while being able to review and summarize myself at a certain stage.]

[But I was too busy, and the diary quickly turned into a weekly summary, and now it has become just notes. I hope to continue this habit.]

[March 30th. The background of Otowa Yasuhiko is too perfect. He started from scratch after World War II and made his first fortune during Japan’s post-war industrial boom, gradually developing a huge business empire. He had a smooth journey, almost encountering no obstacles. We asked some colleagues from the Ministry of Commerce, and they said this was almost a miracle in the process of starting a business unless this person had the power to cover the sky with one hand in the successive governments after the war, and competitors dare not offend him. This person is worth investigating further.]

[Zong Ling gave me a book called “Collection of Outstanding Essays by Primary School Students”. She said my notes were like a simple record of events. After she left, I passed the book on to Kan Chaosheng. Even now, I can find a bunch of spelling mistakes in his reports, so this book is more suitable for him.]

[March 31st. He Yu was causing trouble. Not only did he get close to that ordinary person he met on the train, but he also kept urging him to apply to the Special Administration Bureau. The other person isn’t even a person involved in this field, and even if his aptitude isn’t bad, he has already missed the best age for learning. As a member of the Special Administration Bureau, He Yu doesn’t even understand this rule. I deducted three months’ worth of his bonus. If he doesn’t change his ways, he can forget about his bonus this year.]

[Zong Ling once told me that if someone can continuously catch my attention and make me have a sustained thought about them, whether positive or negative, it means that I still have humanity, just not good at expressing it. When she said this, the first person that came to mind was He Yu. Every time I see him, I want to deduct his salary. Is this what they call a bond?]

[Forget it. I don’t want to spend my whole life with He Yu. Sometimes I even think of sewing his mouth shut with a needle.]

[April 3rd. Zheng Sui called me and asked me to go easy on He Yu. He even said that Dong Zhi, that ordinary person, has the talent for cultivation. It’s rare for him to personally call me about such a small matter. That person named Dong Zhi must have caught his eye. I also know that he has talent, but there are many talented people in the world. Even if he manages to pass the exam successfully, it doesn’t mean he can endure the subsequent training exams.]

[I asked Zheng Sui why Dong Zhi was so focused on joining the Special Administration Bureau, and he actually said it was because he saw me slaying demons on Changbai Mountain and found it impressive. I couldn’t accept that explanation. After living for so many years, I know that humans will always have impulsive moments where they do things and regret later. Allowing such a person into the Special Administration Bureau would only waste resources. I cannot agree to it. The Special Administration Bureau isn’t a place for him to play around.]

[April 9th. After the meeting, He Yu asked me about my opinion on Dong Zhi. I told He Yu that I didn’t agree with letting him join the Special Administration Bureau. He Yu showed me the talisman drawn by Dong Zhi and said that he was able to produce such results after seeing him draw it only once. He said that based on the talisman alone, Dong Zhi has rare potential. I asked He Yu about his plans, and he said that his martial uncle has never taken on an apprentice in his life, and he has been looking for a suitable one. If Dong Zhi couldn’t enter the Special Administration Bureau, He Yu wanted to take him back to Hezao Mountain and let his martial uncle evaluate him.]

[I knew what He Yu had in mind. Once Dong Zhi entered the Hezao Sect, even if he took his first steps into the cultivation world, I wouldn’t have any reason to stop him from applying to the Special Administration Bureau.]

[After work, Dong Zhi’s background report happened to be ready. He has a clean record for three generations, and his background is clean. After graduating from university, he worked in an art-related job at a game company. After resigning, he went to Changchun for a trip and coincidentally met us. With this background, it would be impossible for him to serve in a frontline department, but he might have a chance if he wants to join the logistics department of the Special Administration Bureau. However, I don’t plan to tell He Yu for now.]

[April 10th, Beijing. He Yu brought Dong Zhi into the Special Administration Bureau and let him stay in his own dormitory. He might not want his bonus this year.]

[He Yu assured me that Dong Zhi had carefully considered his decision to apply for the Special Administration Bureau and it wasn’t a momentary impulse.]

[Let’s observe for now.]

[April 15th, He Yu’s junior brother, Cheng Hui, got into trouble, maybe related to demons.]

[Dong Zhi is just an ordinary person who doesn’t know anything, yet He Yu wants to bring him along. I know that He Yu wants to temper him and prove to me that Dong Zhi has potential in that aspect. This action is dangerous, but I didn’t stop He Yu. He needs to learn how to take responsibility for things and the safety of others. He still lacks a broader perspective in this regard. Only when real danger arises can it make him alert.]

[He Yu is the most promising person in Group 2, but his flaws are also obvious. I can’t always be by his side to guide him, sheltering them from the wind and rain above their heads. They must grow on their own. I won’t let him risk the lives of ordinary people, so I made some arrangements with Dong Zhi, just in case.]

[April 17th. As expected, something happened.]

[If I hadn’t been vigilant in advance and communicated with Dong Zhi through telepathy yesterday, the two of them might have been trapped inside the enchantment forever. He Yu won’t receive his bonus next year either.]

[After my warning, Kan Chaosheng and Zhong Yuyi probably won’t dare lend money to He Yu anymore.]

[April 20th. Dong Zhi’s performance exceeded my expectations.

[They were able to subdue the Archfiend in Guangzhou. He played an important role in that.]

[I rarely change my mind once I’ve decided on something, but I did indeed misjudge this situation.]

[April 25th. Dong Zhi added me on WeChat. It seems like he’s afraid of me disapproving, so he’s very cautious in his attitude and didn’t say much. However, I can tell that he has a rich imagination because his Moments are filled with his experiences from various travels. Even his conversation with a taxi driver during their trip to Guangzhou was described in great detail. It’s quite interesting.]

[May 1st. I finished my work early today, and when I sat on the couch and picked up my phone, the first thing I did was check Moments. After reading a few posts, I realized that it’s not my usual habit. When did this start?]

[May 2nd. It probably started when I found Dong Zhi’s Moments interesting.]

[May 5th. I no longer need to directly visit He Yu to see when he’s playing games because his Moments are filled with updates about his game progress. Dong Zhi’s Moments, on the other hand, are like a lively world filled with fireworks, which is very interesting.]

[It seems like I mentioned finding his words and experiences interesting for the third time. What does this imply? I’ll ask Zong Ling one of these days.]

[May 7th. The demonic qi has resurfaced. The battle is far from over.]

[May 18th. There have been frequent incidents of demonic activity in various places, and they should be interconnected.]

[May 21st. There are indeed unusual movements from the Japanese. Dong Zhi mentioned inviting me for a meal a few times. I agreed, but I’ve been too busy recently and can’t find the time.]

[May 22nd. I saw him practicing his talismans.]

[In terms of an ordinary person’s progress, he’s truly making leaps and bounds. Although he’s still weak and lacks sufficient judgment and vigilance, he has his own strengths. I think Zong Ling was right. Humans are much more complex than I imagined. Previously, I mostly saw the darkness in human nature, and when it came to outstanding character traits, I compared them to Yu Qian and concluded that they fell short. But in reality, there are quite a number of humans who may not come close to Yu Qian but haven’t reached the point of darkness either, just like Dong Zhi. He has weaknesses as well as courage and enthusiasm for life.]

[Perhaps this is the human touch that Zong Ling wants me to experience? But why didn’t I sense this in He Yu and instead feel it in Dong Zhi? Perhaps this is what Zheng Sui called a destined connection.]

[June 3rd. Busy.]

[Dong Zhi continues to make progress. He thought I’m not aware, but I’m always paying attention.]

[Liu Qingbo is also good, but his advantage lies in starting earlier than Dong Zhi.]

[Perhaps I should take on an apprentice.]

[June 5th. Yu Buhui contacted me. We are both swords forged by Ou Yezi, so strictly speaking, we should be considered brothers*. However, we don’t have the traditional human concept of kinship, and our personalities are very different. Yu Buhui strongly opposes me taking on a human as an apprentice, and I know his reasons. Humans live for no more than a hundred years, and they are far more fragile than us. When they die, my lifespan still stretches far ahead. From a human perspective, it’s an investment with disproportionate returns.]

*Clarity: Most likely Yu Buhui is the sword Yuchang (鱼肠) (Fish Intestines), as the [Yu] in his name means fish (just like how the Long in Long Shen derives from the sword that he is, Longyuan). The Yuchang is a short dagger said to be capable of cleaving through iron as if it were mud. Used by Helü of Wu to assassinate his uncle, Liao of Wu. It was hidden in a cooked fish presented to King Liao at a banquet. As a result of the assassination, the blade gained a reputation for causing its user to be disloyal.

[But I don’t agree with his viewpoint. The mortal realm shouldn’t be solely guarded by us. Ultimately, it should be entrusted to ordinary people, a society composed of countless sentient beings is the world.]

[June 18th. The exams for this year are about to begin. It’s clear that Dong Zhi wants to become my apprentice, but I’m still observing to see if he can withstand the subsequent tests. For the first time, I feel anticipation for the uncertainty of things. I hope he won’t disappoint my expectations. When he sends messages, he often includes unnecessary chatter, but it’s clear from his happiness or lack thereof. Occasionally, when I’m not busy, I will exchange a few words with him. His emotions are quite contagious. Seeing him happy also brings me joy. Recently, it seems like I’ve been using a lot of adjectives and similar words of expectation.]

[Is this what Zong Ling referred to as human touch?]

[In any case, being born as a human, I have no regrets.]

……

During the several-hour voyage, Liu Si didn’t disturb Dong Zhi while he was interpreting the notebook, but he had been silently observing his companion all along.

Seeing that the other finally looked up with red eyes, Liu Si asked with concern, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” As soon as Dong Zhi replied, he realized that his voice was completely hoarse.

He had been immersed in Long Shen’s notebook, completely oblivious to the passage of time. If the plane hadn’t landed, he wouldn’t have realized that several hours had already passed.

Liu Si considerately handed him a bottle of water and informed him, “After we land, we’ll have to transfer to another vehicle. It’s likely that we’ll spend the night on the road, and we won’t reach the nearest location to the Lengele Gorge until at least tomorrow noon.”

Dong Zhi nodded to indicate his understanding.

The two of them disembarked the plane with their luggage and boarded the waiting jeep. Dong Zhi didn’t put the notebook back into his backpack; he held it in his hand the entire time. After a few hours of cramming, he had become much faster at reading the notebook. Apart from occasionally needing to take photos to send to Cheng Hui for translation assistance, he could remember most of the common characters. Even if he couldn’t recognize them, by referring to the context of the surrounding sentences, he could make educated guesses.

Long Shen had a stable mindset, with the focus of his days primarily on work. There were hardly any intense emotional fluctuations like those experienced by ordinary people, but that didn’t mean he was an emotionless immortal.

Likes and dislikes, mistakes and expectations—they all existed in his writings. Through those flowing words, Dong Zhi seemed to witness Long Shen slowly descending from the divine pedestal, his character becoming more well-rounded.

If he hadn’t read this notebook, he might never have known about the tiny details and secrets hidden within Long Shen’s everyday life.

The car started, carrying them towards the Kunlun Mountains.

The car performed well, and the driver specialized in navigating mountain roads in the military, driving smoothly. Dong Zhi closed his eyes slightly to rest in the car and then opened the notebook to continue reading.

……

Kunlun Mountain.

The edge of the collapsed pit has been completely tainted black by demonic qi. The talismans around it were trembling, and there were faint signs of demonic contamination on the talisman papers.

Long Shen sat cross-legged outside the formation in the north direction with his eyes tightly closed. Threads of demonic qi emerged from the pit and slowly converged in his direction. Long Shen was like a magnet, gradually absorbing more and more demonic qi.

On both sides of him, seven people sat at the edges of the passage. They weren’t too far nor too close to Long Shen. Each person had a golden rune suspended in the air in front of them, forming a circle around Long Shen, as if trapping him in the middle.

To avoid disturbing them, He Yu and Song Zhicun kept their distance, even subconsciously lowering their voices when speaking, afraid of startling them.

“Boss Song, when can we get the jade token from Mount Longhu?” He Yu asked.

Song Zhicun’s brows had not relaxed in the past few days. “I just contacted them. The person sent by Sect Master Zhang has already arrived at the foot of Longhu. However, the procedure to retrieve the jade token is quite cumbersome. It requires the signatures of all current elders of Longhu. If Sect Master Zhang personally returns, it might be easier. But now he’s unable to leave the formation, and there might be obstacles on the side of Longhu.”

He Yu suppressed his anger. “It’s already come to this. Are there still people who disagree?”

Song Zhicun shook his head. “People have diverse minds. Do you think everyone will consider the bigger picture? The jade token is the treasure that guards Longhu Mountain. Sect Master Zhang alone doesn’t have the authority to dispose of it at will. It definitely requires the consent of the majority. If someone feels that he won’t return after leaving, perhaps they could take the opportunity to become sect leader.”

The Longhu Sect was a large family with many capable individuals. Correspondingly, there were naturally more conflicts than in the smaller sects like the Hezao Sect. He Yu had heard similar rumors before, after all. Song Zhicun had been a director for many years, so he immediately thought of details that He Yu might not have noticed.

He Yu couldn’t help but feel anxious. “Then what do we do here? Without the replacement spiritual artifact, the boss can’t leave the formation!”

Song Zhicun sighed. “Can’t you see it? When he proposed this method, he didn’t think about a replacement spiritual artifact. He intends to seal the demonic qi completely at the cost of his own sacrifice!”

He Yu anxiously said, “But the boss clearly said that Dong Zhi has a way to save him, as long as the replacement spiritual artifact arrives…”

Song Zhicun lightly asked, “Do you really think Dong Zhi has a way?”

He Yu trembled slightly.

Song Zhicun continued, “No one is a god, unable to foresee every outcome. So before doing anything, we must always prepare for the worst. I don’t know if he left a way out with Dong Zhi, but I know that when he decided to do this, he had already prepared for the sacrifice of his own life. Remember the Martyrs Cemetery we must visit when new recruits join? That represents the conviction we uphold.”

He Yu gazed into Song Zhicun’s calm eyes, unable to utter a word.

Song Zhicun: “Not just him, but also your master, me, and all of us. We all think the same way.”

“But…” He Yu struggled to speak, unsure of what to say.

He wanted to say that Long Shen would never deceive anyone, that Dong Zhi was Long Shen’s apprentice, and perhaps Long Shen had truly imparted some secret techniques to him. He wanted to say that Long Shen possessed a semi-immortal body and that there were very few in this world who could rival him. But he also remembered Long Shen’s words in the tent, about how he should remain calm and take responsibility for his actions, not act impulsively. Now, those words seemed like parting instructions.

He Yu had always felt that he had two families, one being the Hezao Sect and the other being the Special Administration Bureau. The former nurtured him, and the latter encompassed his entire life and work. Whether it was Long Shen, Kan Chaosheng, Zhong Yuyi, Song Zhicun, and others, or later Dong Zhi, Liu Si, and the others, without the Special Administration Bureau, he wouldn’t have met these brothers and friends. Even Deputy Director Wu Bingtian, whom he usually found annoying, He Yu didn’t want to see him leave the Special Administration Bureau. Because for him, each person was like an indelible mark within the bureau, an imprint in his life. No one could be replaced.

But now, the cruel reality was right in front of him, forcing him to face it.

He knew deep down that he had long had a premonition, but he was unwilling to admit it.

With a loud bang, the silence between them was shattered!

Song Zhicun and He Yu quickly turned their heads towards the sound, only to see the talisman suspended in front of Sect Master Xin’s forehead suddenly emit a brilliant red light and crack under the tremendous noise, on the verge of shattering.

The position defended by Sect Master Xin couldn’t hold up anymore! Both of them inwardly cursed, almost simultaneously rushing forward. Without saying a word, He Yu positioned himself behind Sect Master Xin and performed a sealing gesture to reinforce the seal.

“Take him away, quickly!” Song Zhicun shouted.

The two panicked members of the Special Administration Bureau immediately moved to support Sect Master Xin, who was bleeding from the corners of his mouth and had a complexion as pale as paper. Song Zhicun swiftly sat down, taking his place.

“Boss Song!” He Yu couldn’t help but speak up.

“Stop the chit chat! Reinforce the seal quickly!” Song Zhicun didn’t even turn his head.

Determined, He Yu bit his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood onto the talisman paper. With a hand seal, he sent the talisman back to its original position, and a momentary flash of red light passed over the runes, causing the cracks to disappear.

The instability of the formation this time was due to a sudden surge of demonic qi emerging from the abyssal passage. Besides Sect Master Xin, the other six positions were also affected by the shock, but Long Shen in the center absorbed it in time. Perhaps due to the limitations of one person, Long Shen couldn’t absorb such a large amount of demonic qi in a short time. As a result, the remaining small portion that escaped caused the disruption in front of Sect Master Xin.

Although the minor disturbance subsided, everyone couldn’t let their guard down. They saw that Long Shen, surrounded by the array, was engulfed in swirling black demonic qi, as if the demons were eagerly enticing him to fall, echoing the evil thoughts hidden within him. The demonic qi raged and screamed, attempting to assimilate Long Shen and drag him into an irreversible abyss.

Long Shen’s expression remained relatively calm; he didn’t move. He didn’t appear to be tainted by the demonic qi. However, when Song Zhicun’s gaze fell on him, the slight stability that had just been restored shattered again.

Song Zhicun saw that Long Shen’s hands, originally forming seals in front of his chest and abdomen, were now clenched tightly, whitening his knuckles. It was evident that he was exerting force subconsciously.

Song Zhicun knew that Long Shen was struggling against the intertwined internal and external demonic qi. Perhaps he could “fight poison with poison” and ultimately overcome them. However, this possibility was extremely slim. The more likely scenario was that Long Shen would absorb all the demonic qi into his own body and then plunge into the depths of the abyss, self-destructing along with them. At that point, it would be much easier to completely seal the passage.

But he sincerely hoped that this possibility would never come to pass. He hoped that miracles existed in this world, that the heavens would be moved and send down the gods to save them. However, Song Zhicun knew that no matter how much they fantasized, it was unrealistic. The only ones who could save them were themselves, and all he could do was to hold his position in the array.

……

Dong Zhi noticed that in the notes, his presence gradually increased around July.

At that time, Long Shen had already developed the idea of accepting him as an apprentice, but he continued to observe in secret. Oblivious to Long Shen’s thoughts, Dong Zhi remained cautious and excited, creating as many opportunities as possible to interact with his “male god”, feeling jealous of Liu Qingbo, and secretly delighted that Long Shen lent him the Qingzhu Sword for practice.

Meanwhile, Long Shen had meticulously outlined a teaching plan tailored specifically for him in the notebook. It covered everything from basic qi cultivation to talismans and swordsmanship, including hand movements, postures, and the challenging aspects where Dong Zhi tended to make mistakes.

Every word and sentence carried a sense of responsibility that Long Shen rarely revealed.


Kinky Thoughts:

I always thought Long Shen fell for Dong Zhi too suddenly. With these diary entries, it seems that feelings had already developed long before. I’m really glad this was established.

Poor He Yu… At this rate, he’s going to be working for the Special Administration without pay.


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Evil As Humans Ch200

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 200: Performance

[Your attempt to eradicate evil for the people has failed again lol. Where’s the livestream? http://www.]

[I was at the scene. Brother Cockroach vomited a ton of blood. I heard it’s nothing serious and he’ll be back to class tomorrow.]

[Did you guys notice? Our female warriors make a lot of noise but do little. Sister Cockroach and Brother Cockroach are both fine. Who was it that said we will see it in the news~~~?]

[Who asked her to make a big deal out of this 3D stuff? But maybe the Cockroach family just has strong vitality. 👍]

……

In the dimly lit room, chat bubbles popped up on the screen like boiling water, quickly emerging from the bottom. Faced with the sarcastic remarks of the group, Luo Chunlei unexpectedly remained calm and didn’t reply. Until—

[I get it, so we’re just going to let this matter end like this? Can’t keep the promise? If you can’t fulfill what you’ve promised, as a female warrior, you should at least say a few words.]

Luo Chunlei: [When did I say it’s going to end? Do you really think exterminating the Cockroaches can be done in a day? ❤️]

Yin Ren’s gaze shifted from the phone, and he looked out at the night sky through the window.

While the school infirmary was empty, he secretly infused some Evil Force into Zhong Chengshuo’s body. Zhong Chengshuo’s physical injuries were obviously not as severe as losing his head, and he quickly returned to his original state. In Yellow Millet’s illusion, the young Zhong Chengshuo was lying peacefully on the bed, dutifully devouring energy bars—it was “Zhang San’s” condition, and he wasn’t supposed to eat today.

Yin Ren broke off a small piece of Shian’s specially made energy bar, which was full of chocolate and sugar. He quite liked it, and as Zhong Chengshuo ate more, his face became increasingly wrinkled.

“Are you sure you won’t return to the base tonight?” Zhong Chengshuo swallowed the last bite of food and asked quietly.

“I’ve discussed it with Lu Xiaohe. Starting today, I must…”

Knock, knock, knock.

The sound of knocking echoed, and Yin Ren frowned, quickly moving to the corner of the room. Zhong Chengshuo immediately closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, conscientiously furrowing his brows.

Knock, knock, knock. The knocking sound continued persistently, as if determined not to stop until it woke someone up. After a while, Zhong Chengshuo finally answered with a hoarse voice, “Come in.”

Luo Chunlei turned on the lights with a “snap”. She was dressed formally, holding a small bouquet of flowers, and her eyes were swollen from crying. Making sure only Zhong Chengshuo was in the room, she gently closed the door and locked it with a click.

Zhong Chengshuo “struggled” to sit up, weakly leaning against the head of the bed. “What’s the matter?”

Luo Chunlei didn’t answer immediately. She casually picked up the vase from the medical office desk, inserted the newly bought flowers into it, and placed it on Zhong Chengshuo’s bedside table. After completing all of this, she plucked two petals from the prettiest flower, squeezed them in her hand, and kneaded them.

The bouquet was delicate and expensive, with a slightly mature aesthetic that resembled her mother’s taste.

“Are you happy now?” Luo Chunlei pulled over a chair and sat down angrily.

“What are you talking about?” Zhong Chengshuo skillfully pretended to be ignorant.

“My parents know about your situation and insist that I improve our relationship. They are keeping a close eye on me now, and even the teachers are paying extra attention to me. I can’t do anything.”

Luo Chunlei crossed her legs and spoke with the air of reciting a prepared script.

“I’m just unlucky; my good intentions resulted in bad outcomes. You’re generous; have a little mercy on me—”

“Are you implying that you had nothing to do with tampering with the soda?”

Luo Chunlei snorted. “Of course not. I’ve only just come back. Where would I even get poison? Let me tell you, it’s probably the culprit who harmed Zhang Hejun. They found out that both of us were investigating, so it was a perfect opportunity to kill two birds with one stone.”

Zhong Chengshuo: “……” If he were a hot-headed teenager, he might have been led astray by this girl.

However, in reality, no one would go through such trouble to harm a child. The victim hadn’t even died yet, and they were already coming up with excuses. It didn’t make much sense.

At this moment, all he could do was silently observe Luo Chunlei’s performance.

“Don’t you understand? I just gave you the lead on Wu Cheng, and now this happens.” Luo Chunlei wiped her eyes, and her voice was filled with vivid resentment. “It’s the violent gang in our school. They want to harm us!”

She even included herself in this fantasy story. According to the usual plot, the boy and girl should shake hands and work together to find the culprit.

Unfortunately, Zhong Chengshuo was skilled at treating atmosphere as irrelevant.

“That’s just your speculation.” Zhong Chengshuo adjusted his glasses. “I will investigate on my own.”

Luo Chunlei clenched her fists, almost crushing the flower petals in her hands.

Zhong Chengshuo coughed at the right time. “Or maybe you have more clues for me? According to your logic, telling me about Wu Cheng had serious consequences. Classmate Luo, you better take care of yourself.”

“I can see that you don’t really want to find the culprit! Everyone is going crazy now, and we are being targeted. They will never let us off the hook… Tomorrow morning at 6:30, I’ll be waiting for you at the water pavilion near the back mountain. I’ve hidden the evidence there,” Luo Chunlei said resentfully.

“If you don’t come, I won’t leave.”

Zhong Chengshuo looked at her expressionlessly.

“And I know you’ll come for sure!” She finally left these words and ran away, seeming pitiful and aggrieved.

Zhong Chengshuo immediately looked at Yin Ren, but Yin Ren shook his head and remained by the bedside. Only a strand of hair followed her as she rushed down the stairs. The resentment and anger on her face vanished, leaving only a radiant smile.

The corridor was empty. She secretly took out a compact mirror with a hint of satisfaction on her face. “I’ve set it up just as you said.”

“Since they can deceive Wu Cheng with their superpowers, I can’t poison him either. So what should I do… I’m willing to gamble. As long as I can personally take action, it’ll be fine.”

“Hmm, I understand. There won’t be any problems. What? Look at the ceiling?”

Luo Chunlei’s expression stiffened, and she suddenly looked up. In the darkness, she saw a dark red eye. It seemed like it wanted to retract, but the girl caught sight of it.

One ghostly eye and two human eyes silently confronted each other in the darkness.

Luo Chunlei didn’t scream or shout; instead, excitement filled her eyes. “What the hell. I thought it was a person.”

After saying that, she continued to gaze with interest at the ghostly eye, and that carefree joy once again adorned her features. Once she confirmed that the eye had disappeared into the shadows, Luo Chunlei hummed a tune and walked into the corridor, heading towards the school gate.

Even with streetlights, the school gate remained dim. The holly bushes were pruned into round shapes and were concealed by the darkness, resembling heads scattered in the flower beds. Luo Chunlei couldn’t help but reach out her hand, dip it into the lamplight, and draw smiling faces on those “heads”.

“Luo Chunlei, stop.”

At the moment when Luo Chunlei was about to leave the campus, a familiar voice came from behind her.

In the shadows, a semi-transparent “Zhang Hejun” wore a wry smile. Half of her body was submerged in the holly bushes. She lowered her head, and her hair covered most of her face. But the voice undoubtedly belonged to Zhang Hejun herself.

“You shouldn’t have touched those things, let alone listened to their commands. It’s not too late to stop now.”

Luo Chunlei halted her humming. She squinted her eyes and looked at the girl she had almost killed. After a few seconds, she rolled her eyes and let out a contemptuous sigh.

“Oh, are you a ghost?” Luo Chunlei clapped her hands, showing no trace of guilt on her face. “Let me think, let me think. You’re almost dead, and your soul left your body?”

The apparition in front of her fell silent.

“As classmates, I’m sincerely warning you. Don’t go to the back mountain.” After a pause, “Zhang Hejun” sighed gently. “I do dislike you, but you might also be influenced by the ghost in the mirror. I… I don’t think you should die because of something like this.”

Under the dim streetlight, the shadows on Luo Chunlei’s face deepened, giving her a peculiar and aged appearance.

“Haha, you’re hilarious. This is my genuine superpower—my dad knocked on my head, so I can see you guys. Where does this ghost influence come from?”

Luo Chunlei laughed, and the shadows on her face deepened even more.

“Oh, but someone is now a ghost themselves and can see ghosts, right? Comparatively speaking, I’m not that special~ Little Roach, if you’re not dead yet, remember to die quickly!”

“Zhang Hejun” shook her head, and her figure finally dissipated.

At the same time, Yin Ren in the school infirmary opened his eyes.

“You don’t plan to save her forcibly,” Zhong Chengshuo stated.

“If Fu Xingchuan were here, he would probably follow the rules.” Yin Ren sat on the edge of the bed, leaning against Zhong Chengshuo’s stomach. “But there are some paths you can only choose for yourself—I am an evil, remember?”

“I remember. What about Lu Xiaohe…”

“She won’t make any mistakes.”

Yin Ren stretched lazily on his lover’s stomach.

“I trust her.”

……

“Two members’ equipment from Unit 9 went offline. Lu Xiaohe from Unit 9 didn’t submit a report, and it was only discovered during the headquarters inspection.”

Xiang Jiang slammed the report on Li Nian’s desk.

“They were just investigating a minor corruption source, and Unit 9 ended up like this? The rear commander knew but didn’t report it?”

Li Nian unscrewed the thermos, took a few sips, and said with no discernible emotion, “I didn’t realize you cared so much.”

“Ge Tingting and Huang Jin are both black seals, theoretically under my command. I am responsible for their situation.” Xiang Jiang’s face grew stern. “This is the first mission of Unit 9 as a B-level investigation team, so naturally, I have to keep an eye on them. It’s almost the end of the year. Do you want the accident rate to increase again?”

Li Nian averted his gaze while his tone remained unchanged. “If Lu Xiaohe didn’t report, then Unit 9 may have their own plans. That’s just their style. The regulations allow a tacit approval period of twenty-four hours, so let’s stick to that.”

Xiang Jiang: “…It’s not just a simple disappearance of the signal! The magical markings on their phones were all deactivated. Even evil spirits couldn’t erase them so cleanly.”

Behind him, Xiang Hai exhaled with a bloody ghostly aura.

“What? The magical markings were deactivated?”

Li Nian stopped his tea-drinking motion, and his brow furrowed slightly.

He quickly scrolled the mouse and pulled up today’s report from Unit 9, quickly reading it. Xiang Jiang crossed his arms as his gaze followed the movement of Li Nian’s mouse, occasionally turning towards Professor Li’s face.

“Indeed, something seems off. Lu Xiaohe’s report to me is a mess.”

Several minutes passed, and Li Nian finished reading the report carefully.

“Alright, I’ll contact Lu Xiaohe and ask Fu Xingchuan to go to the school.”

“Fu Xingchuan? Theoretically, I’m your partner. Why can’t I go?” Xiang Jiang sneered. “Ge Tingting and Huang Jin are just involved employees, not important at all. If Fu Xingchuan goes, who knows what conclusions he might draw… He’s more skilled than anyone when it comes to sacrificing minor characters for the greater good.”

“He’s like half your teacher, so watch your tone.”

Li Nian’s expression turned cold.

“Consultant Fu is powerful and convenient to mobilize, so that’s why he should go. If you, as the minister, are still so concerned, you can come along. Just remember to submit a report, and I’ll sign it.”

They stared at each other across the office desk for a long time.

Li Nian maintained his poker face as usual, while Xiang Jiang’s usually lifeless features showed a hint of anger, making him appear more alive.

“I’ll provide a detailed investigation request tonight,” Xiang Jiang said, each word deliberate. “After that, I’ll take full command and responsibility for the Haigu Secondary School area. Is that okay, Minister Li?”

“It’s in line with procedures,” Li Nian answered softly.

Xiang Jiang snorted and immediately began filling out the report. Li Nian glanced at him and connected to Lu Xiaohe’s communication channel.

“Where are Ge Tingting and Huang Jin?” Li Nian got straight to the point.

Lu Xiaohe replied, “They went out and are not here.” Her voice sounded cold, with a drawn-out tone at the end.

“Their communication is completely cut off, and the magical markings malfunctioned. It’s the highest level of danger—disappearance… Lu Xiaohe, did you confirm according to the regulations and on time this afternoon?”

“My mother also had the highest level of disappearance.” Lu Xiaohe’s tone was flat. “It hasn’t been twelve hours since those two disappeared.”

“Lu Xiaohe.” There was a hint of warning in Li Nian’s tone.

“Well, they went out and are not here. It’s after work hours now. If there’s something, contact me tomorrow.”

After saying that, she abruptly ended the call.

“…It seems I have to go with you.”

Li Nian tightened his grip on the thermos slowly.

“The situation there seems off. Let’s set up protection in the area and ensure safety before making contact.”

Xiang Jiang raised an eyebrow in response.

“Do you need a specially deployed task force? If not, I’ll arrange it myself.”

Midway through writing the application, Xiang Jiang suddenly asked.

“No, you arrange it.”

……

Early the next morning.

Beeping electronic notifications sounded. Lu Xiaohe had stayed up all night making her eyes sore and dry. She poured the remaining energy drink into her throat.

The devices of Huang Jin and Ge Tingting once again showed a location signal; this time at the water pavilion near the back mountain. Lu Xiaohe wiped her face and looked at the two strange talismans attached to the monitor.

Two peculiar talismans silently adhered to a powered-off monitor. Their vermilion marks were bright, like blood.

Lu Xiaohe weakly smiled, reaching for the communication button. Her movements were shaky, and she accidentally knocked over the stack of beverage cans, which scattered and rolled around with a clattering noise.

“What’s wrong?” Yin Ren’s voice came through, accompanied by chewing sounds.

“The devices of Huang Jin and Ge Tingting suddenly lost their response, and they didn’t come back last night. Their location just appeared near the back mountain. There might be something going on.”

Lu Xiaohe glanced at the label “Shian Public Channel” and cleared her throat as she spoke in an icy tone.

“They didn’t come back? Why didn’t you tell us yesterday?” Yin Ren stopped chewing, and his voice instantly became louder.

“I thought you had arranged it. Are you sure you want to discuss this now?”

“Never mind, how far is the water pavilion near the back mountain from here?” Yin Ren’s voice suddenly turned serious, mixed with just the right amount of urgency. “That girl caused trouble again last night and said she would go to the back mountain in the morning—”

“It’s right at the water pavilion near the back mountain.”

“…We’ll get prepared on our end and go there. You should quickly report the situation.”

“Understood,” Lu Xiaohe responded indifferently.

Finally, she ended the communication, wiped the sweat off her forehead, and looked at the two talismans.

Beside those two talismans stood a movable blackboard, covered in densely written words:

[1. When in contact with others, there will be sudden intense emotional fluctuations within five minutes, lasting for more than 30 minutes. √

2. Emotional fluctuations lead to a large number of negative thoughts about current work. √

3. Negative thoughts specifically involve strong hatred and suspicion towards team members and colleagues. √

All of the above are applicable, and it is highly suspected of being affected by psychic interference. It is best to act according to the affected style and immediately contact the most hated companion privately and explain the situation. Remember, companions around you are always more trustworthy than strangers.]

[Companions around you are always more trustworthy than strangers.]

These words were repeated over and over, filling every corner of the whiteboard. The handwriting started becoming incredibly messy, resembling a child’s practice, but then those sentences became neater and bolder, indicating that the writer had exerted more force. The subsequent ink faded, and the writing turned into a suspicious reddish-brown blood color.

“This is the first time I’ve been affected… It feels like hell.”

Lu Xiaohe extended her bandaged right index finger, tore open a packet of bread, and took a fierce bite. She glanced at the task assigned to Shian on the public channel, then opened a can of energy drink.

“A fragile mental state really isn’t suitable for staying up all night.”

She swallowed the soft bread and couldn’t help but close her eyes. The image from yesterday at noon seemed to still be before her eyes—

After communication from the hospital was cut off, Lu Xiaohe’s heart sank into an abyss. She quickly skimmed through the janitor’s information and closed the page, but the intense hatred toward Yin Ren was like a potent poison, constantly corroding her nerves.

Pain and worry filled her mind. She didn’t want to do anything, didn’t want…to be affected.

Her current state absolutely couldn’t be affected.

Lu Xiaohe gritted her teeth and struggled to stand up, picking up the pen next to the whiteboard.

She almost squeezed out all of her rationality before she could summarize the current situation. During the writing process, the surging rejection seemed to grip her brain, forcing her to abandon writing and immerse herself in the worry for her loved ones.

[Companions around you are always more trustworthy than strangers.]

But Zhang Hejun’s description of the characteristics was so accurate…

[Companions around you are always more trustworthy than strangers.]

However, Yin Ren’s attention wasn’t currently focused on exploring the Other Side, which was also a fact. The promise to save her mother was merely a verbal agreement…

[Companions around you are always more trustworthy than…]

She wrote it countless times until the ink of the marker ran out. Lu Xiaohe tightly grasped the pen, gasping for breath. Sweat covered her whole body, making her look as if she had just crawled out of water.

She bit her fingertip hard, using the pain to forcefully write the last word.

[Trust.]

The entire whiteboard was filled with words. Lu Xiaohe pressed the communication device with trembling hands. Just as she was about to speak, she saw the mark of “Shian Public Channel” and swallowed the unspoken words.

“Yin Ren, come to the base. Your signature is needed for the incident involving the puppet being poisoned.” Lu Xiaohe suppressed the trembling in her voice and spoke with a flat tone.

On the screen, she opened the janitor’s information again and forced herself to read it repeatedly.

“A signature?”

Not long after, Yin Ren swiftly returned to the base. He deliberately displayed his figure, hovering in the air without any proper form.

“I’m here. Where are the documents? I need to sign them quickly and go…”

Before he could finish speaking, the young Yin Ren’s red eyes suddenly turned, locking onto Lu Xiaohe.

“It’s rare to see killing intent in you.” Lord Ghost King floated in front of Lu Xiaohe. His previously relaxed tone vanished.

Before Lu Xiaohe could reply, Yin Ren directly pressed his hand against her forehead. Seeing the real person suddenly appear in front of her, hatred surged within her, and Lu Xiaohe instinctively wanted to dodge. However, under the strength of that hand, her feet felt as heavy as a thousand kilograms, and she became like a stone sculpture, unable to even move her fingers.

Yin Ren muttered an obscure and unintelligible spell in a low voice, and a warm white light gradually lit up around them, as gentle as the morning sun.

In the next moment, Lu Xiaohe felt as if she had stepped from a stuffy and foul-smelling room to the outdoors. A cool breeze blew, and the hatred and pain instantly dissipated. Her drowsy mind became much clearer in an instant.

Those poisonous emotions seemed to be separated by a thick barrier. They could still touch her heart, but they could no longer interfere with her thoughts.

“…A thousand years ago, your current state would be the standard ‘losing control’ state, the kind that can be fatal.”

After the spell was completed, Yin Ren didn’t show a relieved expression. He leaned closer to Lu Xiaohe’s face, gently sniffing the air around her. His voice became more serious.

“But there are no traces of magic nearby. The technique was too clean. Lu Xiaohe, tell me everything about who you just interacted with, what they said, and what they did. Don’t leave out a single word.”

Lu Xiaohe took a long sigh and opened the refrigerator, taking out two bottles of chilled drinks and casually tossing one to Yin Ren.

“Coincidentally, I was planning to do that.”

Lu Xiaohe pressed the cold drink against her temple, still feeling a lingering fear.

“Oh, right. Remember to contact Ge Tingting and Huang Jin later. I don’t dare to use the public channel, in case it alerts the enemy…”

“I saw them just now. They were heading towards the cafeteria. Don’t worry, I guarantee that I can stop them before they leave the cafeteria.”

Yin Ren stood in front of her, instantly transforming back into an adult appearance. His long black hair flowed like water, and his oversized school uniform transformed into a dark red robe. The once Great Celestial Master Zhong Yi had a solemn expression on his face as he moved his hands intentionally or unintentionally, as if performing finger gestures.

“Now you can speak. Remember, don’t leave out any details.”

……

Another round of beeping sounded, interrupting Lu Xiaohe’s hasty recollection. She leaned back in her chair—

The marker representing Yin Ren had moved to the water pavilion near the back mountain, in close proximity to the markers representing Ge Tingting and Huang Jin. Although she couldn’t be detected, that girl named Luo Chunlei was most likely also at the scene.

“It’s time.”

Lu Xiaohe clenched her fists tightly and then slowly released them. She took a deep breath and sent out the drones. They would patrol around the back mountains and capture any changes, then present their data in front of her.

“Make sure to win, all four of you.”


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Sendoff Ch48

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 48: Greed Butterflies

The next day, Su Si was finally able to stand up using his snake tail. After adapting to sliding with his tail, he was actually faster than the others.

However, his footwork and qinggong weren’t yet fully developed. Su Si tightly held the butcher’s cleaver, sighing all morning. If it weren’t for Yan Qing’s stubbornness reaching an exasperating level, Su Si would have seriously considered discussing with him and retreating outside the formation to wait for the others.

“San Zi, why don’t you cast a divination?” After finishing the breakfast of bland bird, Su Si made one final attempt.

“Why?”

“Just to see whether today will be fortunate or unfortunate. After all, the guardian mountain demons aren’t like ordinary monsters. If we can determine it’s auspicious, we can walk more confidently.”

On the contrary, if they received an ominous omen, he would have a reason to pull Yan Qing back.

“I can’t predict with such precision, and whether it’s a blessing or a disaster, a disaster can’t be avoided.” Yan Qing shook his head. “Everyone’s inner demons haven’t shown any anomalies, so there’s no need…”

Shi Jingzhi enthusiastically approached. “It’s still good to cast a divination. The one we did at the Ghost Tomb last time was quite accurate, right? …Or is it that you’re worried divinations will shorten your lifespan?”

“It won’t shorten my lifespan.”

Since the sect master had spoken, Yan Qing took out a small packet of apricot pits from his chest. Six apricot pits were wrapped in green cloth, similar in size and shape, with one side coated in cinnabar and the other in black ink, emitting a shimmering light.

Yan Qing then pricked his finger, drew a circle on a stone slab with his blood, and without going through the usual shaking of the head, he straightforwardly threw the apricot pits into the circle.

The apricot pits rolled on the stone slab and soon came to a stop. The six apricot pits stood upright, with no distinction between red and black, with the black side of all facing Shi Jingzhi.

Shi Jingzhi: “…Yan Qing, are these apricot pits defective?”

Yan Qing tapped the stone slab, but the apricot pits seemed to have grown brains. They were using their pointed tips to maintain balance; none of them falling down.

“It’s the same as what was divined when entering the Ghost Tomb.”

The six apricot pits stood quietly, accompanied by the giant human headlamp not far away. There seemed to be a hint of the scent of decay from a tomb in the wind. The cold wind was blocked by the headlamp, with only a faint breeze passing through the eye sockets of the head, causing the cotton cloth wrapped around the apricot pits to flutter.

But the apricot pits remained still, not even rotating.

Shi Jingzhi: “…”

He felt a chill rise up his body, and it took a while to shake off the standing goosebumps. It was said that those who brought trouble upon themselves couldn’t live peacefully. Just by standing upright, who would have thought that even the apricot pits would show him an unfavorable expression?

Having seen the six black faces of the apricot pits, Shi Jingzhi lost interest. The journey had to continue since the divination was similar and the Ghost Tomb was safe enough. He handed the hemostatic ointment to Yan Qing and went to pester his disciples, avoiding reality.

Not coming across any definite ominous omens, Su Si abandoned the thought of persuading Yan Qing to retreat from the mountain. He listlessly picked up Lord Bai and prepared to follow the group further up the mountain.

Today was another sunny day, with a clear blue sky.

It seemed that the Jianchen Temple had well maintained Huilian Mountain. The roadside snow was untainted by dust, and the headless stone statues were becoming increasingly hidden. The ice spring flowed smoothly over the rocks, and the withered vines were arranged in an elegant manner. Just looking at the surroundings, there seemed to be a touch of zen in the scenery.

A little further away, the grayish-red “bare branches” swayed unsteadily. They didn’t seem to have a physical form and didn’t exhibit any aggressive behavior. Yan Qing’s eyeball shackles were hidden by his sleeve, and Su Si’s snake tail was unremarkable. Aside from the giant human headlamp behind them, everyone had basically adapted to the presence of their inner demons.

It seemed like there wasn’t much danger after all.

Su Si tensed his nerves for a while and then looked at the master and disciple of the Kushan Sect who were walking ahead.

‘How strange,’ he thought. Overnight, the impression Yin Ci gave him seemed to have changed.

Before, Su Si was more wary of this eldest disciple with an unclear background than the sect master of the Kushan Sect. Although Yin Ci was gentle and low-key, lacking the high-profile presence unlike the sect master, he gave Su Si an inexplicable sense of danger. Su Si had carefully pondered but found no flaws in Yin Ci. With just a vague intuition, he had no reason to persuade Yan Qing to leave.

And now, that feeling had become more pronounced.

Although Yin Ci was being led by Shi Jingzhi, it was as if a layer of veil had been peeled away, revealing a formidable presence. That aura enveloped Shi Jingzhi by his side, emanating a strong sense of “keep away from strangers”.

While the sect master’s actions seemed normal, Su Si couldn’t tell if he truly hadn’t noticed or if he had noticed but pretended not to.

…What kind of dangerous sect had his friend joined? Should they just find an excuse to stay at the Jianchen Temple and become monks?

Lost in his thoughts, Su Si almost bumped into Yan Qing in front. The snake tail on the steps was already unsteady, and if Yan Qing hadn’t caught him in time, he would have slipped and fallen.

Yan Qing didn’t stop randomly—there was a change in the appearance of the mountain road before everyone’s eyes.

The accumulated snow and weeds disappeared, and there was no dust or cracks on the stone steps. The wind suddenly stopped without warning, and the atmosphere became inexplicably heavy. A strong sense of being watched descended from the sky, prickling their backs. It felt as if they weren’t on a path to a temple but being observed from above by Buddha himself, as if this road led not to a Buddhist temple but to Sukhavati*.

*(西天) Also known as Western Paradise/Heaven, it’s an ancient Chinese Buddhist term used to refer to ancient India. In this case it’s referring to basically a paradise.

Sect Master Shi’s smile gradually disappeared as he looked at the suddenly transformed stone steps. He lingered at the stone platform for the time it took to finish a cup of tea until Lord Bai took the lead before he started moving again.

However, after walking for another two hours, the surroundings showed no signs of repetition, yet their position remained unchanged as they continued to wander on the mountainside.

No enemy attacked them; it was just the bitter cold and freezing ground. This endless feeling was maddening enough.

Shi Jingzhi shivered and said, “Do even the Buddhist monks conjure up ghostly illusions? A’Ci, have you sensed anything?”

Yin Ci shook his head. “No, we are indeed progressing and not going around in circles.”

In the past, when Yin Ci was extremely bored, he had wandered around Huilian Mountain several times. Perhaps due to the absence of greed, hatred, and ignorance, Yin Ci had never encountered the three demon lords.

Just from this, it was evident that their ability to conceal their presence was extremely advanced. The legend of the Mountain Guardians had been passed down for five to six hundred years, and whether or not there were generational changes, it wasn’t surprising that they possessed some strange abilities.

Not getting an answer, Shi Jingzhi had no choice but to forge ahead.

Finally, the group reached the end of the path. As soon as the four of them stepped onto the end stone platform, the path beneath their feet vanished.

They were led to a pond.

The pond wasn’t large and was surrounded by snow. The bottom of the pond was made of blue stone, and the water was clear and serene, as if nothing existed. Several colorful koi fish leisurely swam within it, creating a tranquil scene.

In the center of the pond, there lay a Buddha head as tall as a man lying at an angle.

The Buddha head had been weathered by wind and rain, so its features were blurred, but its serene expression was still apparent. Its neck was diagonally inserted into the pond, with the water barely touching one side of its cheek, turning the white stone into a bluish-gray hue. At first glance, it seemed as if it was peacefully resting on the water’s surface.

However, the most eye-catching aspect wasn’t the Buddha head itself, but rather what was on the Buddha head.

The eyes of the Buddha statue weren’t visible to the onlookers—countless butterflies gathered on top of the Buddha’s eyes, forming clusters. From a distance, it appeared as if those large eyes were filled with colorful bouquets.

As the four of them approached, the outer layer of the “bouquets” suddenly burst open, and brilliant butterfly wings fluttered in the sunlight, blocking out the sky.

Shi Jingzhi stood still.

He had never seen such beautiful butterflies before, and he didn’t know how to describe their colors. Under the radiant light, the colors of their wings kept changing, captivating his gaze. Sensing the presence of the group, they flew over lightly, creating a gentle breeze.

It was as if they were the very concept of “beauty” itself.

Time seemed to slow down abruptly, and Shi Jingzhi’s mind felt like it was immersed in cotton. His limbs gradually lost sensation, and he felt as if he was soaked in a pool of warm water. A deeply satisfying sense of drowsiness rose from his belly, accompanied by a heavy feeling of peace.

Perhaps he was dreaming, he thought. What did he just see?

And why had he come here?

Forget it. None of that mattered. All that remained in Shi Jingzhi’s vision were the ever-changing colors, enveloped by this colorful breeze. A strong premonition surged from the depths of his heart—a lifetime of desires was about to be fulfilled. This enchanting wind propelled him toward the ultimate paradise he had sought throughout his life.

The feeling of liberation was too marvelous, and he couldn’t think of anything else for the moment.

Filled with infinite longing, Shi Jingzhi stepped forward without hesitation. However, as soon as he took a few steps, he couldn’t continue. Something was weighing him down, keeping him rooted in place, causing extreme frustration.

An unnamed anger instantly surged, and Shi Jingzhi raised his hand and struck in that direction.

Although the palm strike had no inner force, the force behind it was just as strong. Yin Ci raised his hand and effortlessly caught it. Nevertheless, his fingers were slightly shaken by the impact.

Yin Ci couldn’t see the surrounding situation, but he could guess that things weren’t looking good.

He had no idea about Su Si and Yan Qing, but Shi Jingzhi was undoubtedly affected. Shi Jingzhi’s aura had changed significantly, and the airflow around his head was exceptionally strange. Yin Ci reached out his hands and felt Shi Jingzhi’s face, which felt thin and smooth in his hands.

It felt like butterfly wings.

Countless butterflies seemed to be wrapping around Shi Jingzhi’s face, encasing his head in multiple layers. Although it wasn’t airtight, it was enough to turn Shi Jingzhi into a blind man, unable to see.

Unfortunately, Shi Jingzhi offered no resistance, as if he didn’t notice the butterflies at all. His strike had failed, and he knelt softly on the ground. The number of butterflies enveloping his head grew, and Shi Jingzhi’s head became two to three times larger, making a rustling sound that was uncomfortable to hear.

“Brother Yin, Yan Qing and I… We’re fine…” Su Si’s voice was indistinct.

Yan Qing also managed to speak. “Sect Master Shi, I beg you… His condition is particularly severe…”

Shi Jingzhi paid no attention to their words. After swaying in place for a while, he stood up unsteadily and headed straight downhill. His steps carried a resolute momentum, almost causing Yin Ci to stumble.

There was no wind in the surroundings, and the sound of the fluttering butterflies was extremely faint, like falling flower petals. Yin Ci firmly held onto Shi Jingzhi’s waist while holding his breath, mentally visualizing the dance of the butterfly swarm.

As if intoxicated or enchanted, the butterflies danced in a peculiar manner. Although he couldn’t see their appearance, Yin Ci recognized them—

These butterfly demons had been recorded in ancient books but rarely encountered. Some called them “Daydreamers” others called them “Joyful Yellow Millet*.” They weren’t inherently malevolent but extremely rare and difficult to deal with. As soon as Yin Ci recognized them, his heart sank.

*In Chinese folklore, [huang liang] (黄粱) is a magical food that is made from yellow millet. It is said that if you eat it, you will have extraordinary dreams and illusions, as if living in a fantasy world, thus it’s often used metaphorically to refer to something as illusory, dreamlike, or unreal.

In Huilian Mountain, they were likely called “Greed Butterflies.”

These demons usually appeared in groups, and the patterns on their wings naturally formed intricate formations. To protect their nests, they would paralyze their enemies in groups, using their desires as bait to lure them away. Once they left, the confused enemies would have no recollection and would naturally not seek out their nests again.

The butterfly demons on Hualian Mountain had clearly been trained. The monks used human formations to lure those consumed by overwhelming desires right into their sight. Then, the butterflies would swarm out, kicking the enemies out of the mountain, seamlessly coordinating their attacks. This was a perfect match.

If they rashly attacked the butterfly demons, the demons were likely to use the confused individuals as human shields. Even if Yin Ci managed to bind all three of them and continue dragging them up the mountain, the butterfly demons wouldn’t easily disperse.

On the other hand, if they were deceived by the “Greed Butterflies” for too long, their consciousness may suffer damage, making it difficult to distinguish reality from illusion.

There was only one way to dispel the Greed Butterflies.

These creatures were drawn by human desires and could only be driven away by overcoming those desires. The deceived individuals must have their own awakening and completely suppress their desires.

Yan Qing and Su Si were still young and had fewer attachments. They still possess their sanity and could free themselves. But looking at the condition of Shi Jingzhi, conservatively estimating, most of the Greed Butterflies had come to revel in his desires. Yin Ci had also witnessed Shi Jingzhi’s almost insane obsession. Even on ordinary days, Shi Jingzhi was greedy and loved money. If they waited for him to have his own enlightenment, it would be harder than reaching the heavens.

If he himself didn’t succumb to greed, hatred, or ignorance, it would be better to send his master down the mountain and continue alone…

No, with the interference of the Buddha Heart Formation, he couldn’t proceed alone. Such crucial clues couldn’t be entrusted to Su Si and Yan Qing, two outsiders. Yin Ci sighed inwardly and closed his eyes.

Was the journey to Huilian Mountain destined to fail so easily?


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Yin Ci: Patting his master’s head; feels a thick layer of live butterflies.

Yin Ci: ……………………For the first time, I realize the benefits of not being able to see things (×


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Sendoff Ch47

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 47: Darkness

The group wandered outside Huilian Mountain for a long time, watching as the sun began to set and night approached. The towering mountain was bathed in the lingering sunlight, transforming into a daunting giant shadow.

Due to Yin Ci’s abnormal inner demon, the group didn’t dare to venture deep into Huilian Mountain immediately.

Yan Qing covered Lord Bai with clothes and half-dragged, half-supported Su Si. Yin Ci stood still for a long time and took the initiative to hold onto Shi Jingzhi’s hand.

Although the situation was abnormal, staying in one place wasn’t an option. Apart from Yin Ci, everyone suddenly lost their inner force, feeling even colder than usual. If they continued to stand there alone, they were afraid they would all freeze.

The four members of the Kushan Sect climbed up the steps and stopped in front of a pavilion near the mountainside.

There were peculiar rocks erected on both sides of the pavilion, and a robust welcoming pine tree grew nearby, dispersing the cold wind outside the pavilion. Yan Qing made a concerted effort to ignore the immense human headlamp and skillfully lit a fire.

The orange flames flickered, spreading a bit of warmth and somewhat diminishing the fear.

No one suggested leaving. Since they had decided to enter the mountain, they needed to adapt to their physical condition and these strange inner demons as soon as possible.

“The wind-blocking effect of A’Ci’s inner demon is quite good.” After a while, Shi Jingzhi broke the silence.

More than just blocking the wind, they could all take shelter inside it. However, Yin Ci was still considered the eldest disciple, so Yan Qing obediently swallowed his thoughts.

The headlamp was too immense, and the pavilion was right next to its edge, like a fragile paper-cut scenery. Countless shadow hands occasionally struggled and got caught between the pillars, creating two “hand walls”.

Fortunately, Yan Qing and Su Si had seen the world and gradually got used to it as they looked on.

“If it had just taken the form of an illusion, that would have been fine. Who could have thought it would be a physical entity?” Su Si lamented as he pounded his snake tail. The scales were ice-cold, and the touch was metallic. He couldn’t help but suspect that his legs had frozen.

But this snake tail had an annoyingly sharp sensitivity, several times more sensitive than the soles of his feet.

Shi Jingzhi forced a dry laugh. He let his disciple pull him along, but he couldn’t think of any encouraging words for a while.

Yan Qing’s martial arts were mediocre, and in terms of external martial arts alone, Shi Jingzhi’s couldn’t be considered elegant. This trip to Huilian Mountain relied on Yin Ci and Su Si—both of them excelled in external martial arts and qinggong, so even without their inner force, the impact wouldn’t be significant.

As a result, instead of relying on them, just halfway into the formation, one went blind and the other became disabled.

Fortunately, Yin Ci’s inner demon produced countless ghost hands that could move independently, disperse, and converge when encountering obstacles. Otherwise, not only would he be unable to help, Yin Ci would either be immobilized or leave a trail of chaos in Huilian Mountain.

No wonder the Jianchen Temple dared to use the Buddha Heart Formation to drive people away. This formation was truly formidable.

Yin Ci maintained a calm appearance as he tightly held his master’s hand, fingers interlocking. Other than that, there were no visible abnormalities. However, his slender fingers exerted a considerable amount of strength, and without his inner force, Shi Jingzhi couldn’t break free.

But Shi Jingzhi didn’t try to break free either.

Yin Ci had no choice but to rely on himself, and this feeling made his hair stand on end, giving rise to an indescribable sensation.

Since taking on this disciple, he had always relied on the other more. Now that their roles were reversed—Shi Jingzhi was left with a multitude of emotions and unfamiliar worries. The fear of the headlamp dissipated like rootless fluff, scattering with the cold wind.

This bittersweet emotion wasn’t something Shi Jingzhi enjoyed. However, it drew a sense of control from the depths of his bones, quieting the burgeoning desires that were no longer in chaos.

It was a strange feeling.

Just as Shi Jingzhi was digesting these emotions, Yin Ci spoke up.

“The Buddha Heart Formation hasn’t completely repelled us, which is good. When we successfully arrive at the Jianchen Temple, we won’t appear too offensive.”

Yin Ci spoke in a casual tone, without a hint of pressure.

Su Si disagreed. “…This isn’t repelling? I’ve heard that Huilian Mountain is inhabited by three powerful guardian demons—Greed, Hatred, and Ignorance. Now that the Buddha Heart Formation is active, they won’t be able to rest. If we’ve reached this state, let alone monsters, even a slightly larger wild boar could send us flying.”

Yin Ci opened his eyes slightly, and his unfocused black pupils stared into the air. “Actually, Shizun is somewhat correct. After all, the Buddha Heart Formation is a formation from a Buddhist sect. Brother Su, you can think of it like this—what if the visitors were desperate and helpless children?”

With low martial skills and insignificant inner demons, their desires and aspirations wouldn’t deviate from righteousness and human emotions. Whether the Buddha Heart Formation existed or not, it made no difference. The three demons representing “Greed, Hatred, and Ignorance” were able to remain behind due to the monks, and they undoubtedly possessed intelligence, not indiscriminately harming others.

Being both guilt-free and not drawing the attention of the three mountain demons of Greed, Hatred, and Ignorance, individuals like this couldn’t be stopped by the Buddha Heart Formation, and the monks wouldn’t mind them coming up the mountain.

The sealing of the Jianchen Temple was more about avoiding the dangers of the martial world rather than avoiding the world itself.

After hearing Yin Ci’s response, Su Si seemed to understand something. He no longer spoke much and merely silently caressed his own tail.

Shi Jingzhi squeezed out a smile. “Well said, A’Ci. We have no ill intentions in this journey. Once we pass through the formation, the masters will definitely not shut their doors to us… Let’s spend the night here tonight and take a rest.”

As he spoke, he regained some of the grandeur of a sect leader. “Su Si, familiarize yourself with your physical condition. Don’t let Yan Qing continue to support you. If a monster really attacks, it wouldn’t be safe.”

“Understood. I already planned to do that.”

“Yan Qing, go help him. A’Ci and I… I’ll prepare the food.” Shi Jingzhi looked at his disciple’s lifeless eyes and changed his words halfway.

Su Si couldn’t remain obedient for more than three seconds. He let go of his tail, and his gaze followed the movements of Lord Bai’s inner demon, unable to hold it in any longer. “Can we eat this roasted goose?”

Lord Bai immediately stood up and twisted the tip of Su Si’s tail.

Su Si had scales, so he wasn’t afraid of a goose’s beak. He struggled to prop himself up, grabbed the floating roasted goose, and prepared himself for disappointment as soon as he held it.

It was too light.

Although the warmth from the inner demon was comforting, it felt as light as cotton.

Su Si tried to tear at the goose leg, causing Lord Bai to honk in pain and bend its leg, causing him to collapse to the ground.

Yan Qing sighed, pried open Su Si’s hand, and put down the roasted goose. “This inner demon is probably ethereal. I tried to break the meat shackle just now, and it hurt… A’Si, let it go.”

The oil-dripping roasted goose began floating freely again, and Su Si’s eyes were filled with regret. Even as he was carried away by Yan Qing, his gaze remained fixated on the goose leg.

Only two people were left in the pavilion.

Yin Ci’s enormous inner demon still blocked the edge of the pavilion, with pairs of shadowy hands extending from Yin Ci’s neck to his waist, resembling a black suit of armor. Yin Ci sat on the stone bench, not saying a word. The sun had already set, casting a dim light on the snowy landscape, creating a scene reminiscent of an ink painting of eerie beauty.

Shi Jingzhi gently pulled apart Yin Ci’s fingers. “A’Ci, let go. I need to prepare the food.”

Yin Ci furrowed his brows and took a while before releasing his grip. “Shizun, are you sure?”

“I can’t guarantee the taste, but it’s definitely edible. It’s so cold, so I’ll make a random stew.” Shi Jingzhi’s tone was uncertain.

Yin Ci: “……” He strongly suspected that this fox only knew how to cook indiscriminately.

Unfortunately, going from frugality to extravagance was easy, but going from extravagance to frugality was difficult. Shi Jingzhi, holding a kitchen knife, had lost the courage to make do as he usually did. He gestured in the air for a while and then turned to Yin Ci. “A’Ci, when making stew, how should I slice the radish?”

Yin Ci struggled to stand up and reached out to touch Shi Jingzhi. Upon touching his master, he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

He pressed against Shi Jingzhi’s side and let his fingers brush against the blade and ingredients, then reached for Shi Jingzhi’s hand, guiding it gently. “Shizun usually prefers this thickness,” he gestured.

“You remember all these details?”

“Naturally.”

Shi Jingzhi was momentarily stunned, then silently lowered his head and began chopping vegetables. Yin Ci remained close by his side, not moving an inch.

Shi Jingzhi wanted to ask, “Are you afraid?” but he felt that if he tried to embellish the tranquility of this person, he might just turn and leave. He swallowed all his doubts and obediently continued chopping the radish.

The radish was finished, and tofu took its place. In the cold weather, the tofu froze into a solid block. Without inner force to assist, it was hard and slippery to cut. Countless ghostly hands swayed nearby, but Shi Jingzhi’s mind was elsewhere, and soon he received retribution—his knife slipped and cut the pad of his left index finger.

Blood gushed out, and Shi Jingzhi quickly withdrew his hand to reach for the medicine box.

…On any other day, A’Ci would have already handed him the medicine, he thought absentmindedly.

Habit was truly a dreadful thing.

However, this time he didn’t find the medicine box, but instead felt a warm hand. That hand accurately grasped his injured finger and gently lifted it. In the next moment, the injured fingertip was embraced by a warm sensation.

Yin Ci licked the blood from Shi Jingzhi’s fingertip with movements that were incredibly natural, as if everything was going according to plan.

His soft lips lightly pressed against the finger pad, and his tongue wrapped around the wound, making it feel scorching hot. Shi Jingzhi pulled his hand back as if struck by lightning. “You—”

“Shizun was just careless.” Yin Ci wiped the blood off his lips. “I couldn’t find the medicine box, and we can’t just let the blood drip onto the food.”

The touch of the other person’s lips and tongue still lingered on his fingertip, and it took Shi Jingzhi a while to collect his thoughts. “You’re blind, so be honest. I-I can take care of it myself.”

Yin Ci stopped moving upon hearing this. “Mm.”

Even after putting the pot on the stove, Shi Jingzhi’s heart continued to race erratically. He exerted all his energy to sort out his thoughts and silently started cooking rice.

On the other hand, Yin Ci seemed to have made a decision. He spoke up again, taking the initiative, “Thank you.”

The thanks came out of nowhere, but it touched Shi Jingzhi’s heart. He guessed a little bit—perhaps because he hadn’t forced this person to reveal their past, or perhaps because he hadn’t avoided Yin Ci’s deliberate closeness.

…Or maybe it was because he hadn’t asked the question, “Are you afraid?”.

Yan Qing and Su Si were training vigorously in the distance, and Shi Jingzhi greeted them from afar before starting to eat. The stewed dish was steaming hot, the taste was not too bad but also mediocre. The soup was slightly salty, and the smell of tofu was apparent. The radish was slightly overcooked and fell apart with a gentle touch of the chopsticks.

Shi Jingzhi frowned as he ate, unable to help but apologize to Yin Ci.

Yin Ci held his bowl, carefully eating spoonfuls without spilling a drop of soup. He didn’t show any particular expression, just as he would during a regular meal. However, his every movement felt stiff, suppressed, and filled with an unprecedented sense of suffocation.

The meal passed without any awkwardness, but in absolute silence.

After putting down their bowls and chopsticks, Shi Jingzhi couldn’t bear it anymore. He pulled Yin Ci and immediately walked out of the pavilion.

Yin Ci’s mood wasn’t particularly good either.

He glanced at the scene in the formation, but when the inner demon took shape, his vision gradually plunged into darkness. Although everyone believed he was blind, Yin Ci was well aware that “pitch-black before the eyes” wasn’t a thing for someone who had truly lost their sight. It should be the loss of vision itself.

He could still see, but all he could see was darkness.

Countless cold hands grabbed him from behind, binding him in an icy chill. Yin Ci had no idea what his inner demon looked like, nor did he have the leisure to speculate. He was on the verge of being overwhelmed by the thick and endless darkness.

Truly deserving of being a test of the human heart, the Buddha Heart Formation accurately exposed his deepest fears.

He was not familiar with Yan Qing and Su Si, so Shi Jingzhi became his only anchor.

Yin Ci couldn’t help but hold onto him tightly, almost losing control of his strength. Feeling the warmth and pulse of the other person, he gradually calmed down and regained his clarity of mind.

As for whether Shi Jingzhi would be suspicious or uncomfortable, it was not within his consideration at the moment.

He had no other choice.

Shi Jingzhi remained quiet throughout, allowing Yin Ci to cling to him, without questioning his seemingly extraordinary inner demon. Just as everyone was settling down from the chaos, the first question his master asked was how to cut the radish.

Even though the darkness enveloped Yin Ci, making his head dizzy and his anger rise, he almost couldn’t help but laugh at his master’s question.

However, Shi Jingzhi remained silent the whole time. Unable to see his expression, whatever he said seemed like he was pretending nothing was wrong. After the meal, the atmosphere between the two of them finally eased, only to slowly become tense again.

Yin Ci tried to calm his mind, and amidst the madness, a hint of regret emerged.

After dinner, Shi Jingzhi couldn’t hold back anymore. He dragged Yin Ci a few steps out of the pavilion. The winter night was cold, and the wind was dry and chilly. Shi Jingzhi deliberately set this atmosphere, seemingly preparing for a serious conversation.

Yin Ci was filled with anger, ready to burst forth. On any other day, he would have enjoyed teasing the fox. But now he just hoped his master would calm down, giving him a chance to catch his breath and suppress the chaos within his heart.

With that in mind, he immediately spoke up. “It’s cold outside at night. Let’s go back to the pavilion.”

Shi Jingzhi: “No.”

“Shizun, I have my own troubles, forgive me—I can’t—”

“Who asked about your troubles? I just don’t like seeing you in such a half-dead state.”

Shi Jingzhi stopped in his tracks and sat down. Yin Ci felt around for a moment and found a fallen dry tree on the ground. He brushed off the snow and resignedly sat down beside his master.

“Let me show you the scenery,” Shi Jingzhi declared.

Yin Ci: “…” What’s going on? Why is this fox acting crazy again?

“I can’t see.”

“I’ll describe it to you. I’ll narrate everything around us, so you don’t have to worry anymore. I don’t know where your mind has wandered, A’Ci, but you’re not there anymore.”

Without waiting for his response, Shi Jingzhi cleared his throat and began on his own. “Five feet to your left, there’s a crooked-neck pine tree. I know you can sense it… but there’s a peculiarly long pinecone hanging from its branches. It’s covered in a mound of snow, like the egg-white pastries sold at the Qizhou Restaurant…”

Shi Jingzhi didn’t let go of Yin Ci’s hand; instead, he made gestures in his palm, vividly depicting the intricate details of the surroundings.

However, the air grew colder, and the night seemed to darken. The mountain was dim, and no matter how good one’s eyesight was, it wouldn’t reach far.

But Shi Jingzhi continued.

“On the mountaintop over there, there’s a large tree with leaves that glow red. You can see it from here. It’s a pity, A’Ci, you can’t see it and have missed out on such a beautiful sight.”

Yin Ci thought to himself, ‘The seasons are all wrong. It’s winter now. Where would red leaves come from?’

Yet, he listened quietly, not exposing the deception.

Yin Ci suspected that Shi Jingzhi had emptied his memories, gathering all the beautiful things from his recollections and transposing them onto Huilian Mountain. He listened as Shi Jingzhi vividly recounted the fluttering of red leaves, the sprouting of willow branches, and the description of ice flowers hanging from trees and mist dissipating in the forest.

This person was young, yet it seemed like he had seen more beautiful sights than Yin Ci himself.

Shi Jingzhi’s voice was clear and pleasant to listen to. As Yin Ci listened, he slowly closed his eyes and leaned against the other’s shoulder.

He shifted their intertwined fingers towards their legs, using their body heat to warm them—without inner force, Shi Jingzhi’s fingers were icy cold, and his voice trembled slightly in the night breeze.

Time passed, and the moon rose gradually, the darkness flowing like a tide at their feet. Shi Jingzhi ran out of things to describe and finally fell silent.

He turned his head and noticed that Yin Ci had closed his eyes, sleeping soundly on his shoulder. Their black hair intertwined, slipping down his shoulder, emitting a gentle shimmer. Yin Ci’s eyebrows were still slightly furrowed, but his expression was much more relaxed than before.

The sky in the mountains was clear, with stars scattered all over. The two of them sat alone in the midst of heaven and earth, with their only source of warmth being each other’s body heat, creating a faint sense of reliance.

Suddenly, Shi Jingzhi didn’t feel like returning to the pavilion.

He handed a cloak to Yin Ci, leaving the inner demon headlamp behind as it melted into the dark shadows of the mountains.

For over twenty years, his thoughts and desires had always been suspended in emptiness. Now, they drifted down like snowflakes, settling on the ground. Perhaps his encounter with Yin Ci wasn’t a coincidence. Over the years, he had been searching, and for the first time, he had found someone like this—

Someone who shared a similar level of pain as himself.

“I am sitting beside you.”

Shi Jingzhi began to whisper again.

“I am smiling now. I am… happy.”


The author has something to say:

After finishing the last chapter, I couldn’t help but eat Lord Bai’s inner demon for lunch. Tasty! (…

Unfortunately, Lord Bai’s inner demon can’t be eaten, and everyone can only eat the fox’s hand-made stew with white rice.


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Evil As Humans Ch199

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 199: Joy

Before Yin Ren’s mind could react, his body rushed to Zhong Chengshuo’s location.

Zhong Chengshuo, with great effort, supported himself on the desk, and his face was pale like a dead person.

His chin was covered in black-red blood, and even blood was seeping from the corners of his eyes. Combined with his youthful face, he looked fragile, like a snowflake tinged with the reflection of firelight. It was evident that Zhong Chengshuo wanted to try to wipe it away, but his slender fingers were stained with speckled bloodstains. After a few seconds, he vomited a mouthful of blood and then collapsed onto the chair.

The school uniform he wore emitted a horrifying sweet and bloody scent, and the table was covered in crimson marks.

The students’ faces turned pale, and they scattered to the front half of the classroom in a panic. Their voices were filled with confusion and discussion. Several students clutched their throats against the wall, directly vomiting onto the classroom floor.

As Yin Ren looked at Zhong Chengshuo, who was covered in blood, his thoughts paused for two seconds.

The bloody scene of Mr. Qiu’s attack on that day crashed into his memory, and he could barely contain his breath.

Fortunately, Zhong Chengshuo pretended to groan and moan earnestly, showing some confidence and a rather… incomplete emotional state. As soon as Yin Ren appeared, this person’s gaze seemed to have found a target and firmly locked onto Yin Ren.

Yin Ren: “…”

Given Zhong Chengshuo’s actual abilities, pretending to have a stomach ache was out of the question. To be able to vomit so much blood in one breath, he must have eaten something he shouldn’t have.

In a daze, he seemed to have returned to a thousand years ago—when he first met that messy-looking rabbit that had no understanding of the purpose of a “mouth”. The former black rabbit used to chew on stones in front of him and even attempt to swallow the gravel.

The current Comrade Xiao Zhong was no longer in the age of indiscriminate chewing and didn’t have a greedy and ignorant character. Yin Ren gradually calmed his breathing and nodded at Zhong Chengshuo. Only then did Zhong Chengshuo retract his gaze and continue to pretend to be in distress.

Yin Ren made an effort not to look at the puddle of blood that stung his eyes. He floated back behind Zhong Chengshuo and embraced his neck. The scent of blood wafted over, and Zhong Chengshuo’s skin felt cold, with a layer of sweat.

There was a sealed bottle of mineral water on the table, which Zhong Chengshuo usually carried with him, but he had only taken a few sips. On the other side, there was a 300ml small bottle of fruit juice soda, with the cap missing and only a layer of orange-yellow liquid at the bottom.

Looking around, almost every student’s desk had a small bottle of soda, most of which had been opened and partially consumed.

Yin Ren released his hold on Zhong Chengshuo and leaned in to sniff the mouth of the bottle. Amidst the strong scent of oranges, there was a hint of a strange medicinal odor. There was no evil qi or force present, indicating that it was definitely a human-made poison.

“What’s going on? What’s going on?” The homeroom teacher arrived late, followed by the school doctor.

“It’s my fault!” Luo Chunlei tried to squeeze herself out from the mess of students. Her eyes were red and swollen.

“Teacher, I’ve been absent for too long. I missed everyone, so I ordered a case of soda… It was bought from the small shop outside the school, and the owner helped with the delivery!”

She forcefully sniffled and lowered her voice.

“I… I thought of sharing it with everyone during the break, but then Zhang San just finished drinking it and started vomiting blood…”

Meanwhile, Zhong Chengshuo, in cooperation, let out a low groan.

“You, you, and you. I know you’re carrying phones. Hand them over.” The male teacher glanced at Luo Chunlei and pursed his lips, pointing at several students. “Don’t blabber to anyone else, remember that.”

“The situation is fine. He’s stable now. No need to call an ambulance.” The school doctor made a preliminary diagnosis. “It might be an injury to the digestive tract. I’ll take him for further examination.”

The homeroom teacher visibly sighed in relief.

“Hand over the bottles you just drank. Hand them over! Luo Chunlei, come to my office. The students on clean up duty will clean up the blood. It’s nothing serious.”

Luo Chunlei: “But Zhang San…”

“Come to my office,” the teacher repeated absentmindedly as he put the bottles in a plastic bag.

Meanwhile, the school doctor helped Zhong Chengshuo up, and Zhong Chengshuo subtly nodded at Yin Ren, secretly pointing at Luo Chunlei. Yin Ren furrowed his brows, unable to take his gaze off Zhong Chengshuo’s blood-stained clothes. Unfortunately, the situation was right in front of him. The righteous Great Celestial Master eventually gestured and followed Luo Chunlei.

It was during the midday break, and there was no one in the teachers’ office.

Luo Chunlei sat on a chair, sobbing pitifully, evoking sympathy. The homeroom teacher threw the confiscated phones on the table and repeatedly examined the soft plastic bottle filled with fruit juice, unable to find any issues on the surface.

“You said you bought them from outside the school?”

“Yes, yes, I bought more than a case according to the number of people. I remember one case was unpacked.” Luo Chunlei appeared truly terrified and at a loss. “I also found two friends to help me pack the bags and distribute them. They can testify for me, teacher! What should we do now? Someone poisoned us. Should we report it to the police?”

“The school regulations prohibit bringing in a large quantity of food from outside.” The homeroom teacher stared at the screen, speaking calmly. “Now that you’ve caused a problem, it damages the school’s reputation. Zhang San seems to be fine, so let’s wait for the results from the school clinic.”

Yin Ren was floating above the two of them. His eyebrows couldn’t help but twitch.

“But poisoning is illegal. We should report it!” Luo Chunlei widened her eyes. Her tone was so innocent that it made one’s teeth ache.

“Report it? Sure, then the school will handle it officially, and you’ll face severe punishment.” The homeroom teacher’s voice became stern. “And when your classmates’ parents start causing a fuss, won’t your classmates’ studies be affected? Won’t the school be impacted because of you?”

He spoke with authority, secretly clenching his fist, causing the veins in his hand to bulge. He was even more nervous than the faux-crying Luo Chunlei. Following the teacher’s arm with his gaze, Yin Ren saw the teacher evaluation application that had been started.

“Zhang Hejun hasn’t recovered yet, and if you make things worse by posting it online, do you know how those people will criticize you? Teacher is doing this for your own good!”

Seeing that Luo Chunlei didn’t respond, the man’s spit flew as he spoke with frustration.

Luo Chunlei’s eyes were red, and another round of tears welled up. “I… I just wanted to treat everyone to soda… I understand now…”

“Let me tell you the truth. Zhang Hejun’s parents are out of town, and her condition doesn’t seem too severe. I will contact your parents. They’ll know what to do. This is an adult matter, so adults will handle it.”

The teacher switched his tone quickly, softening his voice, and handed her a tissue.

“Alright, Teacher knows you didn’t have any malicious intent. When the time comes, apologize to Zhang Hejun and mend your relationship. It’s not a big deal. You can go now.”

“Thank you, teacher,” Luo Chunlei said softly, forcefully sniffling.

Watching this exchange between the old and the young, Yin Ren’s eyes nearly rolled to the sky. If it were in the past, he would have wished to curse both of them.

It was highly likely that Luo Chunlei was the one who poisoned Zhong Chengshuo, and based on the current situation, it wouldn’t reach the police.

But Luo Chunlei was just a middle school student. How could she obtain a mildly poisonous substance within two class periods? Ge Tingting and Huang Jin were guarding outside the school, and ordinary metaphysicians wouldn’t be able to come and go unnoticed by them.

…Using a gap to administer poison was plausible. Could it be the work of the Elemental spreading corruption within the school? Helping a middle school student while causing the death of a Shian staff member. Not to mention that it was completely unnecessary, like using a sledgehammer to kill a chicken.

Creating a renewable source of corruption in the school and indulging in the mischief of children. If the dominant Elemental occupying this place was indeed Mr. Le, what exactly did he want to achieve?

Yin Ren didn’t follow Luo Chunlei anymore. He swiftly flew towards the direction of the school clinic.

……

Zhong Chengshuo lay obediently on the clinic bed, covered with a neatly arranged blanket. He had an IV drip hanging beside him, and the bloodstains on his body had been wiped clean. Now, looking at him, aside from his pale complexion, there didn’t seem to be any major issues on the surface.

When Yin Ren entered the room, Zhong Chengshuo was staring at the medicine dripping down the tubing.

Sitting beside him was a middle-aged male janitor in his forties. Despite having a cheerful appearance, he had two large bags under his eyes, and his breathing was accompanied by wheezing and phlegm sounds. He seemed even weaker than Zhong Chengshuo, who was lying in the hospital bed.

The man held an outdated joke book in his hands, reading it with great concentration. The school doctor wasn’t nearby, so this person was probably here to look after “Zhang San”.

With a rustle, the janitor licked his fingertips and turned the pages of the book gently.

The bottle of water from Zhong Chengshuo’s desk had been brought over. It was still nearly full, and as the sunlight passed through the transparent plastic bottle, it created a radiant spot of light on the wall. As the janitor flipped the pages of the book, the shimmering spot of light moved and swayed like a living creature.

The temperament of this janitor was somewhat peculiar. If one had to describe it, he appeared to be alive, but there was an air of decay in his features. Every movement he made was filled with a heavy sense of depression, making him resemble an elderly person nearing the end of their life.

Yin Ren carefully investigated but didn’t detect any traces that he was a cultivator.

Nevertheless, Yin Ren instinctively tightened his own aura. He completely ceased his breathing, slowly moving closer to Zhong Chengshuo’s bed.

With his back turned to the janitor, Zhong Chengshuo curled up and mumbled a few words under his breath. He covered his head with the blanket, and Yin Ren cooperatively lowered his body. Shifting his shape had its advantages. With his hands gripping the edge of the bed, he could just see Zhong Chengshuo’s face through the gap in the blanket.

In the shadow beneath the blanket, two black hole-like eyes stared directly at him. Zhong Chengshuo didn’t immediately speak. Instead, it seemed as though he wanted to caress Yin Ren with his gaze, examining him for a while.

[I didn’t drink the soda. Luo Chunlei had opened the bottle she gave me in advance.] After a moment, Zhong Chengshuo silently mouthed the words. [While Luo Chunlei wasn’t paying attention, I poured the drink into my bag.]

Yin Ren was momentarily speechless.

…Thank you waterproof backpack specially provided by Shian. It probably didn’t anticipate that the first thing it would be protecting against wasn’t an external invasion, but an internal crisis.

[And then?] Yin Ren blinked. Zhong Chengshuo wasn’t the type to passively wait for his demise. There must be a next step in his plan.

[Initially, I planned to pretend to feel unwell and see how Luo Chunlei would react. But my body really had a problem… Before I started vomiting blood, I only drank my own water. That bottle of water was the one I took from the Shian’s temporary base. It was sealed and had never left my sight today.]

Yin Ren suddenly turned his head and looked at the crystal-clear mineral water bottle on the bedside.

Zhong Chengshuo deliberately unscrewed the cap, and the water vapor carried a slightly bitter taste, no different from other mineral waters. It didn’t emit any evil qi, and no matter how he looked at it, it was just a bottle of ordinary water.

Yin Ren glanced at the janitor, and a black hair strand silently infiltrated the bottle cap, gently dipping into the water.

It was cool and slightly sweet, tasting completely normal.

Before Yin Ren could furrow his brows, a corrosive pain suddenly surged from the tip of his hair. It felt as though his hair had been immersed in strong acid, and all his nerves were screaming in agony simultaneously. The Evil Force in his hair was forcibly destroyed as if it was being dismembered.

Such a potent poison… but it couldn’t kill him.

Yin Ren didn’t sever the hair strand. He endured the pain and continued analyzing the toxicity of the water. Under the intense pain, Yin Ren almost couldn’t suppress his aura, and his hands gripping the edge of the bed clenched into fists. Zhong Chengshuo swiftly reached out and placed his warm palm on the back of Yin Ren’s hand.

Yin Ren pressed his cheek against the back of Zhong Chengshuo’s hand, regulating his breath for a while.

He had witnessed this ability to destroy evil before. In the abandoned amusement park, Mr. Qiu had used a gun to shatter Bai Yongji’s contaminated coin.

Undoubtedly, it was the ability of an advanced Elemental, one that Yin Ren himself hadn’t mastered. The current Primordial Elemental didn’t employ sniper tactics, but its ability wasn’t inferior to Mr. Qiu’s.

Yin Ren could taste that the toxin contained a powerful biological poison combined with specially treated Evil Force.

If the person who drank this bottle of water were Yin Ren himself, they would undoubtedly suffer a gruesome and agonizing death. Zhong Chengshuo was partially immunized against the Evil Force, but he still reacted to the biological poison.

…No, if Zhong Chengshuo was just an ordinary human, this toxin should have killed him.

What was worse was that the toxin had been handled very discreetly. Even if Yin Ren had been present at the time, he would have only watched as Zhong Chengshuo drank the water.

Despite knowing Zhong Chengshuo’s identity, a chill ran down Yin Ren’s spine. One of his hands discreetly slipped under the blanket and gently touched Zhong Chengshuo’s cheek.

[When we go back, I’ll give you some Evil Force to speed up your recovery.] Yin Ren forcefully suppressed his anger and silently responded. [The situation here is dangerous. I’ll inform Shian.]

Zhong Chengshuo closed his eyes and lightly leaned his head towards that hand. The familiar sense of rejection danced between their skins, giving a strangely comforting feeling.

“Hehe.”

With a rustle, the janitor turned to the next page of the joke book. Perhaps he found something amusing because he chuckled to himself twice.

Yin Ren retracted his hand, and Zhong Chengshuo followed suit by slipping out of the blanket. In the brilliant afternoon sunlight, the young Zhong Chengshuo pointed to his dry and wrinkled lips. Yin Ren thought that he was about to say something and instinctively leaned closer.

Taking advantage of the movement of turning over, Zhong Chengshuo subtly adjusted his posture, and his lips brushed against Yin Ren’s nose.

[See you in the afternoon.] Zhong Chengshuo solemnly wagged his finger, forming the final gesture with his mouth.

Yin Ren touched his nose, and the inner fury in his heart immediately dissipated by a third. A surge of heat spread like sparks from his nose, crackling and rushing towards his ears, igniting a faint burning sensation. Perhaps they burned away his resentment, as his mind became clear as snow.

After leaving the ward, the strange sour-sweet sensation quickly dissipated, and Yin Ren directly contacted the base—

“There’s a high possibility that there’s a large Primordial Elemental hiding in the school. Be careful, and don’t let Ge Tingting and Huang Jin separate. Keep a close eye on Luo Chunlei’s home. Oh, right, is Zhang Hejun still recovering in the hospital? Don’t let her come to school.”

“Is it that serious?” Lu Xiaohe sounded somewhat surprised. “If it’s just corruption, regular Elementals can do it too, right?”

After all, Evil Force was akin to the flesh of a Primordial Elemental. As for whether it came from a mosquito’s leg or a dead elephant, no one could tell. Having a large Elemental guard this place… compared to Mr. Qiu, who started a massacre as soon as he made a move, this seemed too small-scale.

“I’m very certain.” Yin Ren emphasized his tone. “My, cough, flesh puppet almost got damaged.”

“The poisoning of ‘Zhang San’ wasn’t intentional on your part?” Lu Xiaohe actually stopped typing this time and took a breath. “I thought you deliberately arranged it—”

“No, that was a deliberate attack. Report it to Li Nian and Fu Xingchuan on your end and have them prepare emergency plans near the school.”

Lu Xiaohe calmly agreed. “Mm, since the motives of the other side are unclear, it’s better to be cautious. That’s all for now, I received a message from the hospital. I’ll go and take a look.”

“Wait, help me investigate someone.” Yin Ren stopped her. “A janitor in the middle school department, around forty years old, with a gloomy appearance despite having Maitreya-like features. Look into this person’s background.”

“Okay.”

Just as Lu Xiaohe hung up the call with Yin Ren, she hurriedly answered a video call on WeChat—it was a video request from Sun Qi’an, and she had ignored it for quite a while.

Confirming the encryption of the connection, Lu Xiaohe turned off the camera and then accepted the call.

In the video, Sun Qi’an was pushing Zhang Hejun in a wheelchair, basking in the sun in the hospital courtyard.

“Hey, Xiao Lu.” Sun Qi’an waved at the camera and smiled softly. “Sorry to bother you, but Hejun wants to talk to you… I don’t really understand your work, so why don’t you two have a chat?”

“I’m a bit busy right now…” Lu Xiaohe was about to refuse when her vision suddenly shook violently. Before she could react, the phone was already in Zhang Hejun’s hands.

“Are you Lu Xiaohe Jie?”

Zhang Hejun’s voice carried an indescribable sense of fear. Before Lu Xiaohe could speak, she started speaking rapidly.

“I… I took a nap at noon and dreamt of a very thin aunt. She was crying and shouting for ‘Lu Xiaohe’. I thought it was a nightmare, but then Sun Jie mentioned that she actually has a friend named ‘Lu Xiaohe’.”

Lu Xiaohe’s heart skipped a beat, and she reflexively covered her mouth. It took her a moment to regain her calm tone. “Hejun, can you describe the appearance of that aunt in detail?”

“She had short hair and was very thin. She was barefoot and wearing grass-green checkered pajamas… Oh, right, her eyebrows were particularly light, and there was a red mole below her right eyebrow.”

Lu Xiaohe closed her eyes.

That was her mother, He Huan.

Her mother disappeared while wearing grass-green checkered pajamas. Her mother had a particular fondness for green, and Lu Xiaohe had given her that set of pajamas as a birthday gift last year.

The hand holding the phone turned cold, and the sound of blood flowing through her ears became exceptionally noisy. Her heartbeat pounded against her eardrums. Zhang Hejun’s voice was light and soft, like warm feathers, but every word she uttered intensified the dizziness in Lu Xiaohe’s head.

“She was crawling on the ground, crying and screaming non-stop, looking particularly distressed… Xiaohe Jie, do you know her?”

“I know her. I know her,” Lu Xiaohe murmured, lifting her eyes to the flickering screen in front of her.

“Who is she?” Zhang Hejun asked. Even Sun Qi’an leaned closer, and their eyes were fixed on Lu Xiaohe.

Two gentle and melodious voices merged together—

“Lu Xiaohe, who is she?”

With a click, Lu Xiaohe failed to hold onto the phone, and it fell onto the table. The video call was still connected, although Lu Xiaohe’s face wasn’t visible. However, those two gazes seemed to pierce through the radio waves, stabbing into the depths of Lu Xiaohe’s heart.

The two people in the video seemed frozen in the frame. In the clear sunlight, they wore smiles, motionless, waiting for Lu Xiaohe’s answer.

“…Who is she?” they repeated.

Lu Xiaohe stared blankly at her own hand.

Zhang Hejun was pitiable, and Luo Chunlei was detestable. But in the end, it was just a conflict between children that shouldn’t escalate to a matter of life and death. The atmosphere at Haigu Secondary School was strange, but it was also governed by the 1,000-year-old Great Celestial Master Yin Ren. Whether she was there or not wouldn’t make much of a difference.

She came to Shian to take a risk and earn money for her mother’s medical expenses… But now her mother was in so much pain, what was she doing? Even if Shian could open the passage to the Other Side, what could she do?

She couldn’t do anything at all. She was just a joke.

“…She is my mother,” Lu Xiaohe murmured in response.

“Oh, I see.” Sun Qi’an approached the camera to the point where her face almost stuck to the camera. The brilliant sunlight was blocked behind her, leaving only a dark, meat-brown color in the frame, along with an unmoving pair of eyes.

“Sorry, it was just a dream. Maybe this child had seen Auntie somewhere before.” Sun Qi’an spoke softly, as if coaxing a child. “Don’t take it to heart.”

Lu Xiaohe didn’t answer.

Dark thoughts, like mold, grew wildly in her mind. They emitted a deadly bitterness that enveloped all her thoughts.

Her mother had been resting inside the house, so Zhang Hejun couldn’t have seen her. The Other Side was to some extent connected to dreams, and what Zhang Hejun saw must have been her mother.

Her mother was suffering. She was left alone in the unknown Other Side, suffering every minute and every second.

Yin Ren had promised to save her mother, but now he was busy playing the Great Celestial Master on campus, showing no intention of researching how to save people from the Other Side… Since that Primordial Elemental hadn’t caused any serious trouble, wouldn’t it be better to focus on rescuing the missing people first? Why create unnecessary complications at such a critical moment?

Worry, anger, disgust, panic… Various emotions surged like a tide, and Lu Xiaohe’s vision darkened. When she realized it, she had already angrily thrown the keyboard and phone onto the ground.

She didn’t know when the video call had been disconnected. Lu Xiaohe slowly touched her cheeks, finding tears streaming down her face.

She wiped her nose with the back of her hand, slumping onto the couch. After a few minutes, she sent a message to Ge Tingting and Huang Jin, then limped back to the computer. With an expressionless face, she pulled up the information on the school janitor.

As she scrolled through the photos, she quickly found a male who matched Yin Ren’s description.

Xin Qule, male, 45 years old, single. He used to be an ordinary office worker until the game company he worked for went bankrupt when he was 38. Unable to find a job after being unemployed, he drowned his sorrows in alcohol and ended up in the hospital. Eventually, he came to Haigu Secondary School to work as a janitor. His background seemed clean, without anything suspicious.

Lu Xiaohe stared at the photo for a while before closing the page.

……

Amidst the autumn leaves, Mr. Janitor carried his outdated joke book and slowly walked back to his office.

His office was an extremely small room that could only fit a single bed and an old desk. The surface of the desk was covered in scratches, with cold food and a plastic-framed desk mirror on top.

The janitor—Mr. Le—dragged the chair and positioned it above the mirror.

However, while his face moved away, his reflection in the mirror remained.

“How’s the situation?” asked the gentle voice.

“It’s similar to your speculation,” Mr. Le said, poking at the cold stir-fried vegetables with his chopsticks.

“A Primordial Elemental has infiltrated Shian and is currently opposing us.” His voice carried subtle fatigue. “Being able to withstand my poison, it should be a cub that’s a descendant of ‘him’. When ‘he’ disappeared, the new offspring didn’t appear for a long time. It turns out it was born on this side.”

“…Do you regret it?”

The image in the mirror remained silent for a long time, calmly inquiring.

“You are close in age to ‘Sorrow’, and compared to her, you are more influenced by humans. I want to hear your thoughts—if you were to bring this cub back now and raise it carefully, perhaps the ‘Other Side’ could return to its former state.”

“Do you regret it, ‘Joy*’?”

*Clarity: This Elemental is called ‘Joy/Happiness’ () while the alias he uses, Mr. Le () which means happy (derived from ).

Mr. Le didn’t answer immediately.

“I really like human games. From the early stone-throwing games to the current electronic games, I’m very fond of them.”

After a long silence, Mr. Le suddenly spoke up.

“Do you know, this body used to belong to a game developer. I have earnestly played the games he created. <The Legend of Resurrection>… You should have come across it when you were investigating Unit 9 of Shian.”

The image in the mirror remained silent.

“For humans, ‘escaping death’ is a mystery worth pursuing for thousands of years. The theme of <The Legend of Resurrection> is the same. According to the game, you have to endure countless hardships to successfully clear it.”

Mr. Le showed a nostalgic smile.

“We have all seen the best of the world, haven’t we? Everything now is just a so-called sequel to saving the world… How can there be challengers who, after the sacrifice of their companions, don’t want to continue but instead demand to delete their saved progress?”

“… ” The image in the mirror didn’t answer, only showing a bittersweet smile.

“I understand. You don’t intend to turn back.”

The image continued to speak in a gentle female voice.

“I will contact Luo Chunlei according to the plan for the upcoming task.”

“Go ahead.”

Mr. Le put down his chopsticks and carefully put away the joke book. After tidying up the desk, the image in the mirror returned to normal. Mr. Le made a few gestures to his hair in the mirror, and strands of striking white hair scattered among his black hair.

“I am no longer suitable for this role,” he said softly.

Outside the janitor’s office, on the corridor one level below.

“After Lu Xiaohe warned us, why are you so proactive?”

Huang Jin’s plaintive voice echoed in the corridor.

“You’re investigating so diligently; be careful not to get mistaken for the thief you’re trying to find… Why isn’t there an elevator in this damn building!”

“Maybe you’re getting old. Why don’t you rest here now, and I’ll explore the upper two floors myself,” Ge Tingting coldly spat out the harsh truth.

“Bullshit, I’m still young! And didn’t Lu Jie say we shouldn’t separate?” Huang Jin retorted, gasping for breath. “And she clearly said we should take a break. Do you not understand things selectively?”

“We’ll finish patrolling this building! We can’t give up halfway,” Ge Tingting firmly said. “After the lunch break, we’ll go back.”

Mr. Le tidied his hairstyle and straightened the wrinkled collar of his uniform. He grabbed his thermos filled with sweetened water and opened the door.

He held onto the handrail and descended the steps one by one, coincidentally encountering two young people arguing.

At the sight of Mr. Le, Ge Tingting’s pupils contracted. She politely lowered her head. “Uncle.”

Huang Jin took a few steps forward and stood on the same step as Ge Tingting. He cleared his throat. “What a coincidence, you also… you also…”

Before he could finish his sentence, the thoughts in the janitor’s mind turned into a mosaic in an instant. Huang Jin hadn’t had a chance to warn them when a tremendous feeling of joy engulfed him.

He had never experienced such happiness before.

It was like soaking in warm and sweet pool water, where all worries and troubles transformed into honey coating his throat. All the weight seemed to disappear, and his body felt as light as if only his soul remained. In boundless delight, Huang Jin’s thoughts almost ceased to turn.

He only felt that his previous life was filled with pain, and at this moment, he was truly born in the true sense.

The allure of money, the joy brought by friendship and infatuation… they were nothing but sugar residue in the midst of the current sweetness. Having tasted this flavor, he would willingly die.

Supreme joy, supreme…

Suddenly, that happiness vanished without a trace.

An immensely heavy life struck Huang Jin head-on, and the bitter, sticky memories once again enveloped him. He instantly collapsed to the ground, nearly rolling down the stairs. He wanted to move, but his mind felt numb. In the midst of extreme emotional fluctuations, he was on the verge of losing the strength to breathe.

Huang Jin widened his eyes significantly. In his vision, Ge Tingting also collapsed on the ground, foaming at the mouth while experiencing epileptic-like convulsions.

And that mosaic figure slowly approached, grabbing hold of their collars and dragging them toward the office.

“Human beings are such interesting creatures.”

The words spoken came with a phlegmy tone from the mosaic figure. The voice was low, making it hard to tell if it was speaking to them or muttering to itself.

“Every time you experience happiness, you always seek stronger thrills. Your judgment of happiness is always changing, and I’ve been watching. I thought that your increasing reproduction would be a good thing for me…”

“In the past, you would be happy with simple and straightforward little things, then it became about group identity, and after that, more complicated concepts. Lately, many people have been using various chemicals, attempting to achieve instant gratification…”

Mr. Le opened the cramped office and placed the two individuals against the wall. He panted for a moment, then two gaps opened up. Shian’s communication devices flew out of their pockets and were tossed into the gaps.

Ge Tingting and Huang Jin just stared with wide eyes without moving their fingers, like soulless puppets.

The haggard “janitor” crouched in front of them and let out a long sigh. Mr. Le extended his wrinkled hand and ran it through Ge Tingting’s slightly longer black hair.

“I used to be the ‘priest’ in the group. I was supposed to be the ‘priest’ in the group.”

With unblinking eyes, Ge Tingting watched as Mr. Le sorrowfully lowered his gaze.

“It was you who turned me into the ‘Lord of Curses’ with your own hands. I can’t be blamed for that.”

“Farewell, little girl, young man.”


Kinky Thoughts:

Here’s the connection to arc 2. Mr. Le possessed the body of the game developer who worked on <The Legend of Resurrection>, which foreshadows why Zhong Chengshuo represented Death and why Feng Qi saw Yin Ren as Oberskras (the darkness… the offspring of Death).

Ah… These links… so good.


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Evil As Humans Ch198

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 198: Ambivalence

Luo Chunlei had a good foundation, and her appearance carried a unique youthful innocence. Unfortunately, the person opposite her, “student Zhang San”, not to mention his physique, was already approaching middle age in terms of mentality. Zhong Chengshuo responded with an “mm” and continued to focus on packing his bag, saying, “Go on.”

The tone was as cold and unfamiliar as a textbook stranger.

“In fact, everyone wasn’t this extreme before. I just came back from being ill, and everyone started acting strange, including what happened to Zhang Hejun. The teacher said it was an accident, but I don’t believe it.”

Luo Chunlei blinked her large eyes as she spoke worriedly.

“I’ve been paying attention to you today, and you’re a person with a strong sense of justice. Zhang Hejun is my good friend. Can I join you in finding the culprit?”

After speaking, she put on a determined look, as if she was ready to fight for justice for her friend*.

*Beat the yamen drum to demand justice (击鼓鸣冤) Refers to the old system in ancient China where people would beat the drum to air out their grievances and demand justice.

Zhong Chengshuo said honestly, “But I don’t know you. What if you’re the culprit?”

The determination on Luo Chunlei’s face faltered for a moment but quickly regained its composure. “It’s fine if you don’t believe me. I’ll just find the culprit on my own.”

Yin Ren hissed near Zhong Chengshuo’s ear.

This girl’s acting skills were good; even better than those third-rate melodrama actors he had watched. What was even rarer was that she didn’t show any nervousness or guilt but rather a faint confidence and excitement.

For a child, this level of confidence was a bit peculiar. If he could get close to her, he might be able to further understand the source of her confidence…

“I know Hejun better than you, and I understand this class better than you. Whether you want it or not, I will help you!” Miss Luo Chunlei continued her assault by sending the pillow while he was drowsy*.

*It’s a metaphorical way of saying he’s looking for help, and she just happens to be the help he needs.

“Then, do your best.” Zhong Chengshuo nodded.

Yin Ren: “…” Alright, his attempt to get closer to her failed miserably.

Luo Chunlei: “…”

Luo Chunlei took a deep breath and forced a smile as she continued, “Let’s talk about Wu Cheng. He’s the one who came to find you today. I’ve been suspicious of him for a long time. He’s been running around after school a lot recently, and he even had a big fight with Hejun because Hejun accidentally bumped into his backpack… Believe it or not, I’ve given you a clue!”

With a slight blush on her cheeks, she huffed heavily, grabbed her bag, and ran off.

“Do you want to go to the cafeteria for a snack? I think you’ll like the braised pork here.” Zhong Chengshuo turned to Yin Ren smoothly and shifted the conversation to the next topic. Luo Chunlei deliberately abandoned her poetic teenage sentiments and transformed into a mature adult who had just blown through the door.

“Let’s go eat nearby. Since she handed us a clue, we can’t let her good intentions go to waste.”

Lord Ghost King’s mind was momentarily swayed by the mention of braised pork, but Zhong Chengshuo pointed out that a child who appeared to be eleven years old devouring four to five catties of braised meat would likely become a legend in the cafeteria by tomorrow.

“Well, let’s go to the nearby pork cutlet shop. My classmates used to love it there,” Zhong Chengshuo suggested earnestly, making an effort to recall.

“It’s close by, so we should be able to finish eating before nine.”

“Isn’t it too late to go for a late-night snack now? Wu Cheng might be waiting outside, ready to tail you,” Yin Ren said with a smile.

Wu Cheng had fought with others, collided with Zhong Chengshuo’s table, and repeatedly caused trouble. This time, he was clearly furious. Meanwhile, Luo Chunlei glanced over every now and then, but her gaze wasn’t as simple as “paying attention”. It seemed she was eager to push Wu Cheng into the spotlight, indicating that the two of them had likely reached some kind of agreement.

Perhaps this trickery might deceive children of the same age, but it fell far short for a thousand-year-old Great Celestial Master.

“After we finish our snack, Luo Chunlei should be close to home by then.” Zhong Chengshuo carefully calculated. “You can enjoy your meal, and I can also determine if she has any specific plans.”

“Then I shall reluctantly comply.”

As Yin Ren was about to leave, he hesitated for a moment at the classroom door. Half of the corruption source was left at the school by the students, and as his dark hair brushed past, all the Evil Force of the corruption source was absorbed without a trace.

Hmm, it tastes average.

……

Inside the small fried pork cutlet shop, steam wafted through the air. The freshly cooked pork cutlet was crispy and juicy right out of the pan. It was perfect for this chilly autumn night. With a crisp sound, the tender meat and fat burst of warm juices inside the mouth.

However, Yin Ren found it a bit difficult to eat as he was still in his invisible state. Zhong Chengshuo would symbolically pick up a small piece and discreetly feed it to him, taking advantage of the corner for cover, mouthful by mouthful.

The chopsticks danced over the food. Though this person usually had a cleanliness obsession and stayed away from the greasy table edge, at this moment, he didn’t even frown. Lord Ghost King could have used his hair to discreetly consume the food, but at the moment, it seemed like he had forgotten about that as he took each bite confidently.

At the edge of the frenzied vortex, two non-humans sat in the corner. They were currently both wearing school uniforms and listening to outdated foreign songs. Yin Ren took a bite of the pork cutlet, and Zhong Chengshuo had a mouthful of cabbage slathered in sauce along with mild fish meat, enjoying their meal in a harmonious atmosphere.

Another wave of customers entered the shop, and the music couldn’t drown out the sound of tables and chairs rubbing against each other. Yin Ren scanned the shop with his gaze and indeed spotted Wu Cheng.

That brat deliberately sat in the most conspicuous spot in the shop. Unfortunately, his pocket money was limited, and he only ordered a small bowl of udon noodles. When he looked at the pork cutlet and fish in front of Zhong Chengshuo, his gaze was full of resentment.

Yin Ren shook his head with a sigh. Almost at the same time, Lu Xiaohe’s voice came through his headset.

“Luo Chunlei is on the move again. She said in the anonymous group that she’s going to conduct a ‘textual execution’ livestream. Be cautious and make sure to control the situation in a timely manner.”

“No problem, let me switch to the screen.”

In the next moment, the updates from the group appeared on Dog Thing in real-time. Yin Ren put down his phone and gestured for Zhong Chengshuo to watch together.

[The bitch’s relative is also a bitch. I’ve vomited eighteen times today. That guy really thinks highly of himself. He’s just a hypocrite claiming to be looking for the culprit. It’s laughable.]

Luo Chunlei swiftly posted in the group.

[It sounds so stupid that I can’t stand it. Execution, execution!]

[Is it an inherited disease? www so severe http://www.]

Luo Chunlei: [Definitely knocking him off his moral high ground. Tonight is the second episode of <Eliminating Evil for the People>~]”

[How are you going to deal with the new transfer student, o’ chivalrous knight?]

[It’s a secret ❤️.] Luo Chunlei responded this way.

Zhong Chengshuo carefully chewed the last strands of cabbage and took a sip of hot tea. “It seems like she did indeed discuss it with Wu Cheng.”

“Shall we go?” Yin Ren stretched his muscles contentedly.

Seeing that they had finished eating and were about to pay, Wu Cheng quickly stood up, deliberately making a loud noise. He exaggeratedly slung his backpack on his back and leisurely walked towards the exit of the shop.

“Follow him.” Zhong Chengshuo swiftly settled the bill.

Wu Cheng was twelve years old and had matured early. He had already reached a height of nearly 1.7 meters, making him an easy target to spot. In the illusion, Yin Ren and Zhong Chengshuo were both around 1.5 meters tall, so they followed him without much concealment, gradually deviating from his path as they walked behind him.

Wu Cheng led them to an old and abandoned workshop in the old town area.

It was a deserted five-story building with a locked door. It was just past nine, and there were few lights in the vicinity, with hardly any people around. Wu Cheng skillfully jumped through a window and entered, immediately illuminating the corridor with a flashlight.

Zhong Chengshuo diligently followed, going deeper into the building with Wu Cheng. The place was damp and decaying, covered in spiderwebs. Mold stains formed patterns in the corners of the walls, buried in shadows like twisted faces crowded together. The actual faces on the posters had lost their color, and their features blurred into a mess.

Several resentful spirits with stretched-out arms and legs, like spiders, lurked behind the broken door, and their dirty hair dangled through the door crack.

“There’s no corruption source here, but there’s enough evil qi nearby. Something might have happened here before. In another three to five years, perhaps a Resentment Basket will form.”

Lord Ghost King savored the delicious pork cutlet while his tone sounded a bit like a museum guide.

“This time, it’s probably just children causing trouble without the involvement of any other forces.”

Zhong Chengshuo nodded. He played his part thoroughly, occasionally using his phone’s flashlight for illumination. The two of them strolled through the building as if they were exploring a haunted house, but poor Wu Cheng was struggling in front of them—

Wu Cheng was breathing heavily; whether to attract attention or bolster his courage, his footsteps were unusually loud. He circled the first floor twice, then tremblingly ascended to the second floor. In less than half a minute, he disappeared into a dark doorway, and his flashlight suddenly went out, making him seem to vanish into thin air.

Zhong Chengshuo: “…His breathing is still quite loud.”

Yin Ren: “Mm, I can hear his heartbeat. That kid is standing close by inside.”

A few strands of hair playfully crawled through the shadows, probing into the doorway, only to find it empty. Yin Ren’s smile faded for a moment, and he tapped his earpiece.

“Xiaohe, Wu Cheng is trying to lead us into the elevator shaft.”

The first floor was over four meters high, and the reserved space at the bottom of the elevator shaft was nearly two meters. Falling from a height of six to seven meters, even if there were no sharp objects at the bottom, breaking a leg would be inevitable.

Lu Xiaohe: “…What do you plan to do? By the way, according to regulations, you should withdraw at this point.”

“I’ll teach him a little lesson.” Yin Ren happily ignored the latter part of the sentence.

“Such behavior is despicable.” Outside the earpiece, Zhong Chengshuo nodded in agreement.

Zhong Chengshuo stretched his joints and walked confidently toward the elevator shaft without hesitation.

There was no longer a door near the elevator shaft; it looked like a slightly larger doorway. The surrounding area was covered in fine gravel, making it a bit slippery to walk on. The elevator buttons were covered in dust, and in the darkness, they almost blended with the walls.

Yin Ren held Zhong Chengshuo’s neck loosely from behind, and Zhong Chengshuo’s steps were extremely steady. When he stepped into that darkness, even his heartbeat remained calm.

As expected, Zhong Chengshuo stepped into empty space with one foot. A feeling of weightlessness instantly engulfed him, and the hair on his skin stood on end.

Just before the fall, Yin Ren caught sight of the hiding Wu Cheng—the boy with a swollen nose was hiding behind a damaged part of the elevator shaft wall, which had a large chunk peeled off, leaving just enough space for a person to stand on.

In an instant, Yin Ren twisted his wrist and threw Dog Thing into the elevator shaft.

The teenage Ghost King’s hair was the first to touch the ground, and his soft wings firmly caught Zhong Chengshuo. The bottom of the elevator shaft was filled with rusty metal debris, and if someone had actually fallen down, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Just as Zhong Chengshuo was about to speak, his lips were pressed shut by Yin Ren’s index finger. Yin Ren cleared his throat and imitated Zhong Chengshuo’s voice, letting out a series of cries.

“Help! Help me! My leg hurts! There’s so much blood!”

Zhong Chengshuo: “……”

Listening to “himself” wailing and sobbing was truly a new experience. He silently held onto the wings, observing the performance of the Great Celestial Master.

“Wu Cheng, are you there? …It was my fault during the day. You don’t need to save me. Just throw down my phone…” Yin Ren hoarsely choked, sounding desperate. “Or you can help me call for a doctor. If this continues, I’ll die, wuwuwu!”

A strand of black hair twisted up the floors, quietly forming an eyeball at the end. In Yin Ren’s vision, Wu Cheng carefully climbed back to the elevator shaft. He didn’t respond to “Zhong San’s” call but silently picked up the phone at the elevator entrance and fiercely slammed it against the ground twice.

The gadget was mercilessly beaten, and its battery plummeted. Within a few minutes, it angrily blacked out.

Once he confirmed that the phone couldn’t be turned on again, Wu Cheng used tissues to pick up the gadget and forcefully threw it down the elevator shaft.

“Idiot!” After completing all this, Wu Cheng covered his nose and shouted, “Serves you right! Serves you right for showing off! Serves you right for following me!”

“Save me…” Zhang San’s voice gradually weakened. “Ah… Ahh…”

“Just wait. I’ll go ahead, and you can stay here and maintain your dignity.” Wu Cheng’s voice trembled a bit. He turned his back, resolutely refusing to look down the elevator shaft.

Yin Ren remained silent, only softly whimpering and sobbing. He also released a bit of evil qi, causing a surging smell of blood to gradually fill the air.

Sweat trickled down Wu Cheng’s forehead as he muttered a few more curses, then walked away. Before leaving, he even remembered to take out a water bottle from his backpack and dilute the footprints on the nearby ground. After completing all this, he finally took out his phone, wiped off the sweat, and sent a message to Luo Chunlei:

[I haven’t finished my math homework yet.]

Immediately after, he left without looking back.

At the same time, Dog Thing laid in the pile of waste for a moment, reluctantly extending its small legs and running back to Yin Ren’s side. Its screen lit up again, and the messages from the anonymous group continued to flicker.

Luo Chunlei: [I calculated it myself; a despicable person will get what they deserve. Mission accomplished.]

[Double kill, awesome!]

[All talk, no action*. The little cockroach is still alive, but brother cockroach can die? I’m right in the city, watching.]

*Loud thunder but little rain (雷声大雨点小) Idiom referring to a situation where there’s a lot of noise and talk but little action or results.

Luo Chunlei ruthlessly countered: [Watch out. Don’t let me find out who you are.]

……

The next day, Zhong Chengshuo was the first to arrive in the classroom and sat in his seat with his homework neatly organized.

Yin Ren chewed on a tea egg in his mouth, casting a skeptical glance around—

Clearly, when he left, he absorbed all the Evil Force corruption, but as the night passed, they sprouted again, even more than before.

“Xiao Ge, Xiao Huang, did anyone approach the school last night?” Yin Ren struggled to swallow his breakfast.

“I didn’t notice anyone,” Huang Jin said bitterly. “Xiao Ge wasn’t feeling well yesterday, and she said her investigations might not be accurate. Remember to check on her at noon; something seems off with her condition.”

“I see. What about your side, Xiaohe?”

“Everything seems normal. There were no suspicious individuals or objects that approached.”

Lu Xiaohe retrieved specific data.

“The reappearance of Evil Force occurred shortly after the end of evening self-study, when there were still hundreds of people on campus. I can only determine one thing—those sources of corruption regained their intensity of Evil Force in an instant. Yin Ren, do you know what this signifies?”

It signified that the one who restored the Evil Force wasn’t human.

Since the sources of corruption weren’t external and couldn’t reproduce on their own, the only remaining possibility was that someone within the school was directly creating the sources of corruption. The divination of the origin of the carriers of corruption that indicated it came “from all directions” could now be explained.

Therefore, Yin Ren brazenly provoked and completely cleared out the corruption on campus.

Unexpectedly, the response from the other side was also… loud. It was as if they couldn’t wait to tell him that this matter involved a powerful entity that was “non-human”, rather than being the work of Sunken Society.

However, Mr. Qiu was hard to catch while Qi Xin was elusive. All the Primordial Elementals were doing their best to conceal themselves, so what was the meaning behind this inexplicable move?

Yin Ren leaned back against the top of Zhong Chengshuo’s head, who was gradually furrowing his brow. “Zhong Ge, let’s return to the Shian temporary base at noon. I have something to discuss with everyone.”

“I also—” Zhong Chengshuo was interrupted by a series of coughs before he could finish the word “also”.

When Wu Cheng entered the classroom with a milk bag in his mouth, he saw Zhang San sitting intact at the desk. Instantly, he choked on the milk and started coughing incessantly.

Following closely behind was Luo Chunlei. Seeing Zhong Chengshuo sitting unharmed, a flash of surprise briefly crossed her face, but the interest in her gaze grew deeper.

“Good morning!” She sweetly smiled at Zhong Chengshuo.

“Good morning,” Zhong Chengshuo politely responded.

“You…no. You…last night…it’s impossible…” Wu Cheng rushed to Zhong Chengshuo’s side, then instinctively took two steps back. He rubbed his bruised, purple nose and looked around in confusion. “Yesterday—yesterday there was such a strong smell of blood…”

“I don’t understand what you’re saying. I’m busy, so please don’t disturb me if there’s nothing else.”

Wu Cheng disregarded the onlookers nearby. His fingers trembled and sweat formed on his forehead. “Where were you last night? Tell me, where were you last night!”

“I grabbed some supper last night, then went home. Nothing special,” Zhong Chengshuo responded while staring at him with his pitch-black eyes. “Is that enough?”

“No, you followed me last night. We… We were eating at the pork cutlet restaurant. I know—I know you followed me…”

“I told you, I went home after eating supper.” Zhong Chengshuo’s eyes remained fixed on Wu Cheng without blinking—when he didn’t display any emotions, his gaze indeed sent chills down one’s spine, and Yin Ren knew it well. “And you were walking ahead of me. I remember it very clearly.”

“No, no, it’s impossible. Last night…last night…you followed…” There was a hint of sobbing in Wu Cheng’s voice. “If it wasn’t you, then…”

Zhong Chengshuo shook his head. “Classmate, it’s time for morning reading. If there’s nothing else, could you please leave me alone?”

He paused for a moment, forcing a somewhat stiff smile.

“I haven’t finished my math homework yet.” Zhong Chengshuo emphasized each word.

Upon hearing the familiar excuse, Wu Cheng swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and a sob escaped his throat. The next second, he rushed out of the classroom without even putting down his school bag, leaving behind a faint odor of urine in the air. The surrounding students looked at each other before chasing after him, howling.

On the other hand, Luo Chunlei remained motionless, with a relaxed expression. She neatly organized her desk and chatted with the girls around her.

……

During the long break, Zhong Chengshuo stood up enthusiastically, ready to continue his “annoy everyone” plan. However, to his surprise, Luo Chunlei, leaving behind her usually well-acquainted female companion, was the first to leave the classroom.

Yin Ren patted Zhong Chengshuo’s shoulder, gesturing for him to stay in the classroom, and flew after her alone.

Luo Chunlei skillfully climbed the stairs, heading straight for the top floor of the school. She turned her head, finding no one around, and entered the women’s restroom on the top floor.

Yin Ren: “…”

The Great Celestial Master silently flew to the outer wall and summoned the fierce ghost Hu Tao.

When she was summoned, Hu Tao was still holding a bag of potato chips in her arms. She glanced back and forth between Yin Ren and the women’s restroom a few times with a puzzled look before showing a hint of satisfaction. “Not bad. You still have some principles. Why did you call me?”

“Help me confirm the situation of the girl inside.” Yin Ren pointed to the stall where Luo Chunlei was located. “I can listen to the sounds myself.”

Hu Tao made an OK gesture and dove into the old restroom.

As Yin Ren had expected, this girl didn’t come here for physiological needs. Before long, he heard Luo Chunlei’s whisper.

“The transfer student in our class is not normal. There must be something supernatural about him.” Luo Chunlei’s voice was very low, as if she was talking to someone. “Zhang Hejun’s relative is interesting. He might be from your side, like one of those self-proclaimed Taoist exorcists.”

Immediately, there was complete silence, and Yin Ren couldn’t hear any sound.

“Mm-hmm, I know.” Luo Chunlei, however, seemed to have received some kind of response. “Can I kill him then… since finding classmates is definitely not an option. Even the biggest guy in our class is useless. I thought it was just the girls before, but now even the boys are so cowardly.”

“To be honest, he’s the type of person I dislike the most. I feel uncomfortable just looking at him. I’ll be even happier if he disappears!” she added in a coquettish tone. “I can’t give up. Besides, Zhang Hejun is so stupid, but this person is more challenging, so it’s more fun.”

The following silence grew even longer.

“Huh? Do I really need your help? It’s not fun if adults help… How about I try again, and if it still doesn’t work, then you can help me.” Luo Chunlei’s coquettish tone became a bit eerie.

“Thank you, thank you so much—”

After a while, Luo Chunlei hummed a song as she left the stall. Hu Tao, who had been secretly observing the whole process while holding her potato chips, furrowed her brow as she left the stall.

“It’s very strange.”

Before Yin Ren could ask, Hu Tao spoke first.

“That girl was talking to her own mirror. I saw it. Besides her reflection, there was no one else in the mirror—is she mentally unstable? Talking to herself? Well, she couldn’t see me. I even brought my face right in front of hers, and her eyes didn’t even blink.”

“Thank you for your help.”

Yin Ren casually severed a strand of hair as payment for Hu Tao’s services. After confirming that there was no one else in the restroom, the Great Celestial Master entered with a stern face and circled the area several times, just as Hu Tao had described—he didn’t sense anything out of the ordinary either.

It was a peculiar situation.

Yin Ren descended from the top floor, checking the condition of the corruption on each floor. By the time he returned near the classroom, two classes had ended, and the break was about to be over.

After the next class, it would be lunch break, and he could discuss it with Zhong Chengshuo. Yin Ren floated a bit faster and slipped quietly through the back door crack.

However, before he could float into the room, he heard a scream from inside—

“Find a teacher quickly!”

A sharp female voice shouted.

“Zhang San is in trouble! Find a teacher—!”


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Sendoff Ch46

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 46: Entering the Formation

Winter was coming to an end, yet the chill of spring was biting.

The main altar of the Chigou Sect was located near the northwest sand dunes, facing the desert. The weather there was even more severe than in other places. Even the powerful Matron Wuxue was willing to hold a hot soup bowl to warm her hands.

She looked at the bleak snowy scenery outside the window and absentmindedly stroked a copper water jug as if she were holding a living creature. The table was filled with snacks and hot tea, all untouched.

“Matriarch, there is news. The Prince of Rong has reached an agreement with the Taiheng Sect and exchanged map fragments. Now both sides possess eight fragments, aligning with our Divine Sect.”

A few days ago, the Chigou Sect had just engaged in a bloody battle with the Ling Sect. The Ling Sect, fueled by unknown anger, counterattacked like a mad dog. The Red Scorpion Team suffered a third of their forces before obtaining the exclusive Buddha bead map fragment of the Ling Sect.

As a result, the Chigou Sect now possessed eight out of the fourteen fragments. They were still leading, but the Prince of Rong’s move had brought the three parties back to a tie.

Matron Wuxue showed no surprise. “The Taiheng Sect has deep ties with the imperial court. It’s only a matter of time. Xu Jingming is incapable of suppressing his ambitions; he’s probably waiting to reap the benefits of the Taiheng Sect… Inform the spies from the Rong Palace to redirect their focus on Jiang Youyue.”

“Monitor the Imperial Teacher?! Matriarch, please reconsider. If the imperial court blames us, we…”

The old woman coldly interrupted, “Forget about the Shirou; the current emperor hasn’t even tasted immortal wine. If he has any intention of intervening, what role can we, mere martial world wanderers, play? If the Emperor doesn’t care, and Jiang Youyue, a charlatan, remains a bystander, there must be hidden motives. Perhaps he’s scheming somewhere, waiting to strike from behind.”

“But—”

“My Divine Sect never touches the Imperial Tombs. Even if Jiang Youyue were to die, I would dig up his grave. If he’s alive, I’ll dare to offend him even more.”

“Yes.”

After digesting the shocking command for a while, the subordinate continued, “There’s another matter. Five days ago, in Qiwu City, Zheng Fengdao was killed by Shi Jingzhi of the Kushan Sect. It seems the Kushan Sect has no intention of collecting the map fragments and is heading back to Huilian Mountain.”

“Zheng Fengdao is dead? That boy surnamed Shi is indeed exceptional.”

Matron Wuxue chuckled. Zheng Fengdao was cunning and cautious, never overestimating himself. Killing him was no simple task; it couldn’t have been a lucky strike by Shi Jingzhi.

“Matriarch, should we not interfere with the Kushan Sect? That person…”

“No need to bother with him.” Matron Wuxue finally turned her head. “He belongs to the Chigou Sect; he can’t escape.”

“I understand, Matriarch.”

“Since that one surnamed Shi is in a hurry to return to Huilian Mountain, he probably found some clues. The Buddha Heart Formation is something I haven’t seen yet. If only I were twenty years younger…”

As she spoke, she suddenly fell silent and gazed out the window.

A thousand li away, at the foot of Huilian Mountain.

The four members of the Kushan Sect were on edge as they deliberately bypassed Yongsheng and finally made their way to Huilian Mountain.

Sect Master Shi Jingzhi indeed had a knack for medicine. Su Si, who had been the loudest in protesting, was now completely healed with no hindrance. Shi Jingzhi himself was in good health, bouncing back to life.

This time, when they infiltrated the Buddha Heart Formation, Shi Jingzhi’s state of mind was calm.

After all, Huilian Mountain was the stronghold of a reputable orthodox sect. It lacked the gloom of the Ghost Tomb and the disharmony of Yuanxian Village. It was merely a tall and simple mountain, covered in pure white snow, backed by the light blue sky. The wind was calm, the rocks were solid, and the snow rested on the green pines. At a distance, the imposing grandeur would hit one’s face, suppressing any wandering thoughts.

Even though the Buddha Heart Formation covered it, this mountain gave an indescribable sense of security.

Shi Jingzhi looked at the comforting mountain, slowly opened his arms, and let out a deep breath, as if embracing it.

Since joining the Kushan Sect, Su Si had been worried about the mental state of the master and disciple. “…What is the Sect Master doing?”

Yin Ci glanced at the desolate figure of his cheap master and couldn’t help but smile. “I guess he’s thanking the heavens that he no longer has to deal with those evil and sinister things.”

Having passed through the Ghost Tomb and the forbidden area, even Yin Ci himself wanted to change his mood.

Su Si didn’t see the forbidden area of Yuanxian Village, so he couldn’t understand for a moment. “Is that so? I’ve heard people say that Huilian Mountain is vast and harbors many monsters. We’ve lost our inner force, and if we encounter inner demons, we’ll definitely have a hard time.”

Shi Jingzhi turned around upon hearing this. “I have said before, the Buddha Heart Formation was created by the monks. Even if it’s mysterious, it probably can’t be that mysterious. Besides, inner demons, which are invisible and intangible, at most torment one’s spirit. There’s no need to worry excessively.”

His words carried weight and depth, but Yin Ci could detect a hint of self-comfort in them.

As they approached the foot of the mountain, it became increasingly clear that the Jianchen Temple was sealed off. A row of arhat stone sculptures, half a person tall, sat around the mountain, exuding a threatening aura. The stone statues were seven steps apart, each with a unique shape and vivid expression, without a trace of snow on them.

Colorful Buddhist banners were placed between the gaps of the stone statues. The banners swayed with the cold wind, making a rustling sound that induced drowsiness.

With angry eyes, the arhats faced outward, while the Buddhist banners fluttered. The two complemented each other, forming a fence that rejected everything, encircling the entire mountain.

The group didn’t recklessly cross the boundary; they circled cautiously around Huilian Mountain and finally found an entrance. The monks didn’t seal off the mountain completely but placed two large stones in front of a dangerous area in the back, creating a conspicuous stone gate for the enclosure.

The two massive stones stood solemnly, with the left one inscribed with “No Bodhi Tree1” and the right one with “The clear mirror is not a stand2“. The characters were powerful, and the sense of rejection was even stronger than that of the arhat Buddhist banners—as if an unseen giant stone hung at the top, bearing the words “Do Not Act Recklessly”.

1This is a line from the poem “Bodhi” by Huineng. It refers to the concept that the state of enlightenment or awakening (represented by the Bodhi tree) is not confined or limited to any specific form or object. It signifies the idea that the ultimate truth or realization transcends materiality and can be attained regardless of external conditions.
2Another line from the poem “Bodhi” by Huineng. It refers to the mind or consciousness is like a clear mirror that reflects reality without distortion. It emphasizes that the mind itself is not a fixed or substantial entity but rather a dynamic and illuminating faculty that can perceive the world as it truly is.

On the other side of the gate, the majestic mountain scenery remained.

Being in the shadow of the mountain, the view inside the formation became clearer. The stone steps were covered with a thin layer of snow, leading deep into the mountain. The stone pavilions were meticulously designed and perfectly placed. However, there were some peculiarities that differed from the ordinary—headless stone statues stood in the mountains, covered in vibrant green moss, contrasting greatly with the desolate winter scenery and appearing particularly out of place.

The stone statues were exquisitely crafted, depicting people of all ages and genders. Despite lacking heads, their movements still conveyed a festive atmosphere.

The four members of the Kushan Sect hesitated for a long time in front of the stone entrance, rather unkindly pushing forward the weakest member.

Lord Bai, being prodded by Shi Jingzhi with a flag, swayed and shook as it crossed the massive stones. Every two steps, it would turn its gaze back to intimidate the others.

Entering the Buddha Heart Formation for the first time, Lord Bai didn’t show any abnormalities. However, after half an incense stick, its two antennae slowly stood up. Suddenly, as if it had seen something incredibly terrifying, the whole goose collapsed into the snow, playing dead.

This was perhaps the legendary inner demon.

But the goose itself was unharmed, and it didn’t struggle violently to break free. This formation was likely safe.

Yan Qing pondered. “My experience is the simplest. I’ll go and test it out first.”

Shi Jingzhi nodded, giving way. Yan Qing looked at the two massive stones on both sides and cautiously stepped into the formation. As soon as he entered, Yan Qing looked around, then glanced at Lord Bai, his expression gradually becoming strange.

Su Si’s heart tightened. “San Zi, what did you see?”

Yan Qing: “Well… I’ll stay for a while and then tell you.”

Another half of an incense stick passed, and suddenly Yan Qing looked at his own hands, revealing a bitter smile. Then he took a step forward, walked out of the stone entrance, and immediately returned to the formation.

“I probably understand what’s going on. You can only see the anomalies once you’re inside the formation. It’s hard to explain it all at once. Why don’t we all come in and take a look?”

Seeing that Yan Qing was in a normal state and could come and go freely, Su Si followed suit, followed by Shi Jingzhi. Yin Ci observed from the outside for a moment before finally joining them.

Upon entering the formation, they instantly felt a chilling sensation, as if a bucket of ice-cold water was poured over them. Unfortunately, they didn’t have time to savor it, as their attention was completely drawn to the strange sights before them—

After a hundred years, the legendary Buddha Heart Formation unfolded once again before the visitors, revealing its full appearance.

The headless stone statues remained in the distance, covered in vibrant green moss. However, near the stone statues, there were peculiar “bare branches”. They were dimly grayish red in color, with a texture that resembled both wood and flesh. They were so thick that three people couldn’t wrap their arms around them. These strange objects pierced straight into the depths of the sky, with no visible end. The only thing known was that the higher they went, the thinner these objects became, swaying gently with the wind.

Thousands upon thousands of these “bare branches” covered the entire Huilian Mountain, stretching endlessly. Looking up, the group seemed to be surrounded by a grayish-flesh-colored towering forest.

Yin Ci repeated his master’s words leisurely. “The Buddha Heart Formation was created by the monks, so it probably can’t be too sinister.”

Shi Jingzhi was sweating profusely. “…Maybe we should first confront our inner demons.”

The situation with Lord Bai was also quite eye-catching.

A roasted goose floated behind the dejected Lord Bai. Its skin was brightly colored and translucent, with juices mixed with dripping fat, emitting a steaming heat that dispersed with the wind.

Could this be considered an inner demon? If it truly was an inner demon, this inner demon looked rather delicious. No wonder Yan Qing hesitated to describe it directly—it was a bit amusing.

Seeing that everyone had calmed down, Yan Qing said calmly, “The Buddha Heart Formation not only seals off our inner force but also allows our inner demons to take form. However, it’s difficult to express the phenomenon of ‘inner demons taking form’ in words.”

“Your ‘inner demons’ need time to manifest. First, let’s focus on what I’ve experienced. My mind is still clear, without any strange emotions. I can only… see these things, nothing more.”

The contrast of white snow and grayish branches made the orange-roasted goose particularly conspicuous, but the other three people only noticed Yan Qing now.

Unlike outside the formation, Yan Qing had many wounds on his body. Those injuries didn’t look like they were caused by sharp weapons but rather like they were inflicted by fists, kicks, and burns.

Yan Qing noticed the gazes of the others and smiled indifferently. “My father loved alcohol. Those were just trivial matters from my childhood. Don’t mind them.”

He raised his wrist to let everyone see the main point.

A blurry and fleshy handcuff dangled from Yan Qing’s wrist. The handcuff seemed to be made of someone’s tendons, bloodily twisted into a single strand. Scattered eyeballs were hanging from it, arranged in an intricate manner, resembling berries growing on a vine. Each eyeball had a crimson pupil that occasionally rotated, looking around in all directions.

Shi Jingzhi: “…”

He quickly stepped out of the stone gate and took a few breaths outside the formation. When he returned, there was a change in Sect Master Shi’s eyes. He looked towards Huilian Mountain with a tinge of resentment, as if what stood before him wasn’t a lifeless mountain but a faithless person who had deceived his heartfelt emotions.

“Perhaps it’s just my own peculiar inner demon,” Yan Qing said, covering the eyeball handcuff with his sleeve, trying to comfort the others. “Look, Su Si doesn’t have something as extreme as this.”

“Isn’t this extreme?!” Su Si nearly screamed.

Compared to the delicious roasted goose and the eyeball handcuff, Su Si’s inner demon was relatively straightforward, ordinary to the point of being somewhat incomprehensible—half an incense stick had passed, and Su Si suddenly fell to the snowy ground. His lower body twisted together, transforming into a thick, black snake tail.

With his facial features and tear mole, he looked exactly like a snake demon from a storybook.

Poor Su Si, who had been a two-legged human for twenty-one years, had no idea how to move like a snake. He lay paralyzed next to Lord Bai with his tail extended straight out, resembling a frozen dead snake.

So far, although the transformations were strange, the group could still barely accept them.

According to the order in which they entered the formation, it was now Shi Jingzhi’s turn for his “inner demon to take form”.

Shi Jingzhi stood still, his eyes tightly closed, not daring to move a muscle. After a while, he opened one eye and scanned the surroundings—no floating objects, no strange flesh handcuffs, his limbs were still the same, and there were no signs of any distortion.

Upon receiving this result, Shi Jingzhi’s expression changed dramatically from his usual demeanor. He planted his flag and frantically searched his body with his hands, but found no changes.

…How is this possible?

His inner force had been sealed. How could the Buddha Heart Formation only be half effective?

Shi Jingzhi’s face turned grim. He had long harbored the intention of using the Buddha Heart Formation. If this formation could truly draw out his inner demon, he might have discovered the cause of his abnormality. But the Buddha Heart Formation didn’t show any reaction, and Yan Qing’s inner demon was more alarming than his.

In an instant, the cold wind around him seemed to lose its temperature. Shi Jingzhi placed a hand on his chest, feeling his heart pounding.

Could his uncontrollable desires simply be his “true nature”?

First, his emperor father, then his emperor brother. He had been so successfully confined, like a wild beast with its fangs removed, raised on crushed flesh until now. One couldn’t truly say whether they were suffering or not if they were someone who hadn’t truly lived.

It made sense. What could someone who hasn’t truly lived understand about inner demons?

For some reason, Shi Jingzhi instinctively looked at Yin Ci, as if trying to grasp something. However, upon seeing his disciple’s condition for the first time, Shi Jingzhi’s heart trembled once again, overwhelmed with a profound sense of sadness.

Yin Ci stood at the entrance of the stone gate, gazing vacantly into the depths of Huilian Mountain. Several translucent shadow arms embraced him from behind, resembling malevolent spirits from stories.

Those palms interlocked with each other on Yin Ci’s chest, while the ends of the arms twisted together behind him, forming an exceptionally thick “chain”. The other end of the shadow chain was hidden at the edge of the grand formation, without revealing its complete form.

Looking at Yin Ci’s expression, he seemed completely indifferent to his own inner demon. “If Brother Su can still move, we might as well venture a little deeper. There’s a pavilion up ahead, which would be a better place to rest.”

Yin Ci ignored the dense cluster of arms on his body and took a few steps forward. He moved away from the entrance, and a portion of the ghostly chain was dragged along with him.

Su Si and Yan Qing both took a breath almost simultaneously, while Shi Jingzhi remained silent; his heart slowly growing colder.

“A’Ci, come here. Your hairband is a bit crooked. Let me fix it for you,” Shi Jingzhi said softly, suppressing the tremor in his voice.

Sect Master Shi’s eyes stared fixedly at Yin Ci, stepping back as he spoke, gradually moving further away from the entrance of the grand formation. Yin Ci seemed accustomed to Shi Jingzhi’s occasional outbursts of concern. He couldn’t be bothered to refuse and calmly walked over to Shi Jingzhi’s side.

As Yin Ci approached, Su Si hugged Lord Bai, struggling to roll away, and even Yan Qing took a few steps back.

However, Shi Jingzhi stopped his retreat.

When Yin Ci stood in front of him, Shi Jingzhi lifted a lock of Yin Ci’s black hair and looked into his dim pupils.

For the first time, Shi Jingzhi had this feeling—he should have focused on his own emptiness, but seeing the scene in front of him, he couldn’t help but want to restrain Yin Ci, to force his disciple’s past out at that very moment.

His heart was torn between himself and others, nearly splitting into two.

After what seemed like an eternity, Shi Jingzhi spoke again. Surprisingly, he found that the more bizarre the situation became, the more his voice steadied on its own.

Shi Jingzhi carefully adjusted Yin Ci’s white jade hairband, and his words were filled with heartache. “A’Ci… You can’t see. Why didn’t you say anything?”

This person’s expression remained indifferent, walking as usual, perhaps understanding the path through the flow of air. There was only one flaw in Yin Ci’s behavior, a flaw that was truly fatal and couldn’t be concealed no matter how he disguised it.

Yin Ci’s inner demon wasn’t just those chain-like ghostly hands.

They had initially only seen those hands because Yin Ci’s inner demon was too massive—so massive that it only revealed its complete form when Yin Ci was ten zhang away.

The ghostly hands were connected, forming a chain of shadows. The further back it went, the more translucent shadow hands there were. Eventually, they intertwined and slid like the belly of a slug, appearing in an opaque black color. Looking further up, an immensely huge, half-decayed human head came into view.

Not including the base of the ghostly hands, the height of the fragmented human head was about nine zhang, comparable to three layers of city walls stacked together. The head was inverted with no lower jaw, and the facial features had all decayed into enormous cavities, revealing empty interiors.

Overall, the massive inner demon resembled a peculiar, ever-burning lamp; the kind that was unearthed from a ghost tomb.

In half of the skull, there was indeed a cluster of fire.

That flame was the opposite of any ordinary fire in the world—pure black and chilling. It flickered gently, absorbing all surrounding light. The nearby “bare branches” seemed to respond to it, swaying more noticeably.

Perhaps this thing shouldn’t be called a “lamp”—”a perpetual dark lamp” would be more accurate. Su Si and Yan Qing’s hair stood on end, and they retreated further away—just approaching this colossal entity was enough to make one feel extremely uncomfortable.

In comparison, the ghostly hands and shadow chains were like strands of hair. As Yin Ci moved, the shadow chains slowly dragged the headlamp along. It seemed as if Yin Ci was dragging a mountain with his own body, which was somewhat comical at first glance.

Under such an inner demon, Yin Ci still maintained a calm and composed expression, which could only mean “unable to see”.

Shi Jingzhi repeated the question once again, his throat dry and painful. “You can’t see, right?”

Everyone’s reactions were strange. Even if Yin Ci couldn’t guess with complete certainty, he could still figure out a good portion of it. He lowered his eyes for a moment and gave out a “Mm”, then responded in a disciplined manner. “Indeed, I can’t see. It must be the interference of the Buddha Heart Formation. It doesn’t hinder my movements, and my sight will return after leaving the formation… That’s all. I don’t want to trouble Shizun.”

He paused for a moment. “It seems that my inner demon is much more prominent than others.”

More than just prominent, this inner demon was exceptionally abnormal. In terms of size alone, it could be seen from the peak of the mountain. If it weren’t for the fact that the monks weren’t in the formation, they probably would have tried to suppress it by now.

Shi Jingzhi gazed at his disciple before him with a thousand words trapped in his chest. He had always been skilled in social interactions, but at this moment, he couldn’t find any words to say.

Yan Qing and Su Si were both twenty-one years old. Leaving Yan Qing aside, Su Si had already experienced some of the most challenging hardships. Yet all he grew was a snake tail.

His own disciple was only twenty years old. Could it be that since Yin Ci came of age, he had been living in the eighteen layers of hell? Shi Jingzhi looked at the immensely huge human headlamp, not feeling fear for the moment but only an icy sense of trance.

What kind of experiences must a person go through to develop such an inner demon?

Shi Jingzhi had always believed that as long as they maintained a good relationship, Yin Ci would eventually open up to him—between a master and disciple, they would definitely confide in each other. It was only a matter of time.

Now, he was no longer certain.

There was a moment when Shi Jingzhi had a cold intuition.

What stood before him seemed to be not a human being but a lightless abyss.


The author has something to say:

Inner Demon (Physical)

…Of course, I wouldn’t write about normal inner demons (^ρ^)/

Shi Jingzhi: ??? How is it possible the only normal person is me?

Our inner force has been sealed, and Yin Ci, as the village’s hope, had to go blind (…

Adventures, well, they can never go smoothly.


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