Criminal Psychology Ch241

Author: 长洱 / Chang’er

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


Chapter 241

Wang Chao was pacing around in the Guanghua Chemical Factory.

He didn’t understand why the boss had thrown him here to assist a junior chemical engineer. Even though he was obviously younger than the busy engineer, he felt that he might be more useful at the crime scene.

Xiao Zhan was busy in front of the gas chromatograph, surrounded by a bunch of beakers and various complex chemical instruments that were incomprehensible to Wang Chao. Wang Chao sighed heavily and shifted his gaze. Suddenly, Xiao Zhan stopped his work and glanced at him.

“What’s wrong?” Comrade Xiao Wang stood up straight and turned to ask.

“I…” Mr. Xiao Zhan hesitated, struggling with his words. After a while, as if he had made a decision, Mr. Xiao Zhan silently walked to the desktop computer at the other end of the lab bench and began typing on the keyboard slowly.

His typing speed was incredibly slow, and it was only then that Wang Chao realized that Xiao Zhan had wanted him to look up some information.

“Wait, wait, why don’t you let me do it? If I’m here, you don’t have to do it yourself. Isn’t this underestimating me?” Wang Chao swiftly opened his own laptop.

“It’s a lab report, mainly in English, and I’m afraid… afraid that you…”

“What do you need? Just tell me!” Wang Chao exclaimed loudly. He wasn’t sure if he had shouted too loudly or what, but in the next second, his phone rang, and seeing Lin Chen’s name on the caller ID almost made his hand tremble.

Excitedly, Wang Chao answered the call. Of course, he knew about the news regarding the nursing home and the unfortunate incident. He was deeply concerned about Lin Chen, but the feeling of being completely useless was driving him crazy. Now that Lin Chen was calling, he finally had a chance to talk to him. “A’Chen Gege, what happened? Are you okay? Do you need me to come over?”

On the other end of the phone, Lin Chen’s calm voice came through the waves. “Don’t worry, I’m fine. I need you to do something for me.”

“Tell me, tell me!” Wang Chao held the phone between his shoulder and cheek, gesturing to Mr. Xiao Zhan to search for the information on his own. Then he grabbed a pen and paper, adding, “A’Chen Gege, you can speak now.”

“First, I need the driving route map from the nursing home to the abandoned car location; second, I need a map of the current locations of the roadblocks set up by the police; third, I need the current locations of Chen Jianguo, Shen Lian’s middle school teacher, the old police officer who received Shen Lian along with Lao Bian at that time, Shen Lian’s middle school, and… Zhourui Pharmaceutical. Fourth, please compile the above requests on a map of Hongjing and send it to me. Fifth, do we have an alternative communication network that is not easily monitored?”

Wang Chao quickly jotted down the information and suddenly realized something. “A’Chen Gege, what are you planning to do?”

“Preparing a chessboard.”

……

Like Wang Chao, Li Nuo also had a vague understanding of the consultant’s final words, but that didn’t prevent him from following Lin Chen’s orders.

He was driving with the car window halfway open, and Lin Chen sat beside him. Their destination was a small police station close to the nursing home. With the wind blowing through the open window, they appeared as if they were leisurely going for an outing rather than embarking on something of life-and-death importance.

Li Nuo’s palms were slightly sweaty, and after Lin Chen finished the phone call, the atmosphere in the car became heavy once again. The sound of the engine was clearly audible. Li Nuo had a strong feeling that whatever Lin Chen was about to do was extremely dangerous, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask. He remained silent and focused on driving.

They soon arrived at the police station.

From getting out of the car to entering the building and turning on the computer, it took no more than three to five minutes; a brief moment that could almost be ignored. But the moment Lin Chen opened his email, a complete map of Hongjing appeared on the old computer screen at the police station.

On the blue and white base map, a yellow line indicated Shen Lian’s driving route from Hongshu Town to Yulin District. In addition, there were several colored markers on the map. Li Nuo was amazed that such detailed map markings could be made in such a short time. The person who did this was truly terrifying.

Li Nuo could recognize the red circular markers, most of which represented intersections and roadblocks set up by the police.

Standing beside Lin Chen, he watched as Lin Chen clicked on one of the green markers. A note popped up, clearly indicating specific individuals, locations, and brief descriptions of those places.

Li Nuo realized that it was the information about Chen Jianguo’s workplace that Lin Chen had been looking for.

Chen Jianguo was a security guard who worked at the Hongjing Huihaodi shopping mall. According to the shift schedule, he should be on duty at the moment. The straight-line distance from the abandoned car location to the Hongjing Huihaodi shopping mall was about 5 kilometers.

Following Lin Chen’s clicks on the markers, Li Nuo looked at the information one by one. Each marker represented a predetermined chess piece strategically placed on the map. And in that moment, he finally realized what Lin Chen meant by the “chessboard.”

“Do you know where she’s going?”

“I don’t know.”

“Then… are you planning to… lead… Shen Lian?” Li Nuo stared at Lin Chen in shock.

Lin Chen, as if finishing reviewing all the markers, leaned back in his chair and spoke in a calm tone. “Mm, thank you for your reminder earlier. I want to try guiding Shen Lian to a predetermined location.”

“What did I say earlier?” Li Nuo quickly waved his hand. “I just said something casually. I really don’t understand criminal psychology.”

“It doesn’t require too much specialized knowledge. What’s more important is the analysis of human nature. It’s actually quite simple. You reminded me that Shen Lian had too many potential targets for attack, and the incident happened suddenly. She wouldn’t have had a chance to decide on a final target. Therefore, her choice has a high level of randomness. Since it’s random, we can manipulate her choices.”

“Attack?” Li Nuo took a step back, accidentally bumping into the desk behind him, causing a long and jarring noise as the desk legs scraped against the floor.

“She killed everyone in the nursing home. With such madness, how could she continue to live as a lone individual?”

“Do you think she wants to make sure she gets enough victims before she dies and uses more people as shields?”

Li Nuo instinctively asked, but at the same time, Lin Chen’s phone rang.

The office was very quiet, and Li Nuo could hear the crisp sound coming from the other end of the phone.

“A’Chen Gege, the boss asked if you’re planning to trap Shen Lian!”

Lin Chen’s face showed a serene expression of understanding as he responded to the person on the phone. “Mm, that’s the plan.”

“Did you see the map I sent? Did it help? You asked me to mark so many locations earlier. Where exactly do we plan to trap Shen Lian? And the new secure communication channel will be set up quickly. What should we do? You tell me, and Mr. Xiao Wang will take care of it for you!”

The rapid-fire words came through the receiver, which was, of course, the question Li Nuo wanted to ask.

“Yes, I’ve chosen a location.”

When Lin Chen answered the call, he supported his cheek with one hand and tilted his head slightly, looking at a specific spot on the map.

Li Nuo followed Lin Chen’s gaze and once again looked at him with disbelief.

……

“Is… Is Consultant Lin insane?”

Inside the Municipal Bureau Command Center, Wang Chao’s voice came through the speakerphone, and everyone gathered around the square table listened intently. When they heard the location, someone couldn’t help but interject.

Xing Conglian sat at the edge of the table, furrowing his brows in contemplation, and didn’t immediately respond. Another officer spoke after hearing the comment. “If we really lure Shen Lian to that location, the media and public will definitely condemn us!”

Xing Conglian listened silently, as if he didn’t notice the inquiring gazes around him. He turned his head, and on the display screen behind him was a map of Hongjing, compiled according to Lin Chen’s requirements.

He looked at the various colored markers on the map, imagining the pros and cons that Lin Chen had considered in that brief moment. Despite having various personal emotions, in the end, all he could do was silently marvel; indeed, it was Lin Chen, truly worthy of being Lin Chen.

At that moment, another officer ventured, “No matter the outcome, Consultant Lin’s arrangement will undoubtedly implicate public safety. The other side is quite capable of causing trouble, and they might even accuse us, the police, in the end!”

Upon hearing this, Xing Conglian calmly spoke, posing a question in return, “Then, should we let Shen Lian target the middle school?” He turned to the first officer who had raised doubts. “Nearly two thousand teachers and students.”

The person was instantly rendered speechless.

“Or the Hongjing Huihaodi shopping mall?” Xing Conglian looked at the second person. “It’s a workday today, and the mall has relatively low foot traffic. But the problem is, we know this, and Shen Lian is well aware of it too. Similarly, if she appears during the peak hours after work when the foot traffic is high, the danger level in the mall is clearly no less than that of the school.”

“What about the Louyuan Community? Can’t we use that place?”

On the speakerphone, Wang Chao suddenly explained, “A’Chen Gege said that the area that needs to be monitored there is too large. It’s a very remote and modern residential area, and it’s unlikely to satisfy Shen Lian’s psychological desire for ‘massive harm’. The chances of her choosing that place are very low.”

“The office building isn’t remote, but there are too many people!”

“Lin Chen’s intention is actually quite simple. He wants to choose an area that appears to have a dense crowd, which can attract Shen Lian, and at the same time, it should be convenient for us, the police, to set up surveillance and implement the arrest.” The old director, who had been silently drinking tea in the background, suddenly spoke up. “A large building with a single entrance and exit is certainly preferable.”

“But is there really no other way? No matter where Shen Lian appears, as long as Consultant Lin’s plan is revealed, it will be seen as a sign of incompetence on the part of the police.” A policewoman spoke up. “Moreover, it’s really unfavorable for your team, Captain Xing. It will be seen as… retaliation.”

The policewoman emphasized the last word, and Xing Conglian looked at her and nodded, expressing gratitude for her concern. Then he looked at everyone present and calmly said, “You should all be aware that whether we are seen as competent or not is the public’s evaluation of us. But many times, what we need to care about is not these hypocritical praise or malicious criticism, but whether we have done our best within our capabilities for each case.”

After Xing Conglian finished speaking, he stood up from his chair.

“Captain Xing!” The surrounding officers spoke up one after another.

However, Xing Conglian seemed not to hear them and decisively said, “Mobilize all available police forces in the city and divide them into three groups: A, B, and C. Group A will maintain their original communication devices and follow Consultant Lin’s arrangements; Group B and Group C will use more secure communication systems. Group B will be responsible for surveillance at the following locations, and Group C will accompany me to the final possible location where Shen Lian may appear for surveillance.”

Xing Conglian laid out the specific arrangements in great detail, and for a while, the office was filled with the sound of writing.

At the end, someone suddenly raised their hand and asked, “Captain Xing, everything you said is fine, but how can Consultant Lin guarantee that Shen Lian will really go there?”


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Evil As Humans Ch202

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 202: Traitor

“Sorry about this, cub.”

As soon as Mr. Le’s words fell, the surrounding oppressive aura dissipated. Yin Ren’s gaze contracted, and he quickly stood in front of Zhong Chengshuo, releasing a formidable Evil Force. In the next moment, it collided head-on with Mr. Le’s Evil Force as they clashed.

A wave of explosions erupted in the peaceful back mountain.

The grating sound of tearing echoed through the sky, completely leveling the nearby area with the surging forces of the two. There was no longer any pavilion or withered trees in place; only a pale expanse of land remained. The four individuals who clashed were pushed away by the force and turned into two figures in the billowing smoke and dust.

As the smoke cleared, Yin Ren’s black hair and red clothes flew alongside Zhong Chengshuo. He floated back behind Zhong Chengshuo while his hands hovered over the man’s shoulders. Countless restraining spirit weapons formed a chain, constantly revolving around the two, creating a spectacular display of blood-colored brilliance.

Meanwhile, several steps away, Luo Chunlei tightly held onto Mr. Le’s long robe. During the explosion just now, Mr. Le undoubtedly protected her. Despite the dense Evil Force lingering around them, the only things evident in the young girl’s eyes were astonishment and an increasingly intense fascination.

“So that’s how it is.”

Looking at the two figures clinging together opposite him, Mr. Le coughed a few times, and he spoke with emotion.

“Zhong Chengshuo, right? No wonder, no wonder. You, a mere cub, hidden under our noses for so many years, only revealing yourself recently… So you’ve been cultivating your own formidable Evil Force.”

Zhong Chengshuo didn’t answer.

He merely reached out his hand and gently touched Yin Ren’s hand resting on his shoulder.

Yin Ren’s lips curled into a cold smile, and his aura surged like a blazing fire on an icy peak. His free hand formed countless seals, turning the sealing techniques that suppressed the Evil Force into barriers. Dust churned, and dull thuds resounded as layer upon layer piled up between the two parties.

If a Primordial Elemental wanted to reveal its true form, relying solely on the mortal realm wouldn’t suffice. Just look at the lesson learned from Dog Thing; at best, they could engage in battles in places like the Archive or the Corpse Cage. Without exception, these places were interstitial spaces between the mortal realm and the Other Side.

As long as the battlefield was forcefully kept in the mortal realm, Mr. Le’s combat strength would be greatly diminished.

Yin Ren’s seals became faster and faster, with countless crimson threads piercing through the heavens and earth, as if stitching this space firmly in place. In this way, even a slight gap couldn’t be created, let alone relocating the battlefield.

“Using a fierce hound as a tool indeed has its uses.”

Mr. Le’s gaze swept over Yin Ren as he reached out to pat Luo Chunlei’s head, letting out a soft sigh.

“Unfortunately…”

In the next moment, a sweet-scented warm breeze swept through the red threads. It was like the most fresh and beautiful flowers, blending the March spring breeze with sunlight, intoxicating anyone’s heart.

However, Yin Ren’s gaze hardened. He waved his red clothes, and his right sleeve danced in the air, enveloping Zhong Chengshuo within his embrace. That warm, transparent breeze effortlessly penetrated Yin Ren’s layers of protection and brushed against his red clothes.

Yin Ren immediately encased his body with his Evil Force, but unfortunately, he was a step too slow.

Under the gentle breeze, the vibrant blood-red clothes disintegrated in an instant. Yin Ren’s exposed skin sizzled, as if immersed in an invisible, strong acid.

But it didn’t hurt.

His right arm’s flesh and skin dissolved, and an inexplicable sense of joy surged through his nerves, piercing directly into his mind. It felt like an overdose of painkillers, and Yin Ren felt like he was floating on cloud nine. He couldn’t even summon any fighting spirit, let alone murderous intent.

Even though he put up a strong defense, that sense of joy permeated every pore, flooding his nerves like warm water. In the dizziness of joy, Yin Ren felt like every pore was opening up.

Forget it, forget it. Happiness is what matters most.

In life, isn’t this fleeting moment of joy what we all seek?

The operation of his techniques gradually slowed down, and Yin Ren’s grip on Zhong Chengshuo’s arm became increasingly loose, on the verge of letting go. Zhong Chengshuo silently took out his phone and pressed a certain audio clip—

“Is work more important to you than me?” A certain person’s voice was clear and loud.

Yin Ren’s movements instantly froze. He forced himself to take out a sheet of talisman paper and slapped it against his forehead with a loud smack. The crisp sound was earth-shattering, and the talisman paper still bore a few red fingerprints tinged with shame.

Produced by Huang Jin, it was an enhanced version of the Tranquility Talisman developed by the Great Celestial Master, capable of treating all overwhelming emotions.

After completing all of this, Yin Ren breathed a sigh of relief with lingering fear. Mr. Le was indeed not to be underestimated. Fortunately, they had made sufficient preparations in advance. Otherwise, if they kept falling into the same pit, his title as the Great Celestial Master would be forfeited.

Everything happened in just a few seconds. Mr. Le on the opposite side casually said, “Oh,” with evident interest—

The fierce ghost glanced at the blood-drenched wound on his right arm and bit down on Zhong Chengshuo’s shoulder and neck. Several streams of blood flowed down Yin Ren’s mouth and seeped into the depths of Zhong Chengshuo’s shirt. At the same time, wisps of white smoke emanated from the wound on Yin Ren’s arm, rapidly closing up.

Zhong Chengshuo remained calm, as if he had lost his sense of pain. Although Yin Ren was clearly sucking his blood, he merely turned his head and rubbed his cheek against the man’s black hair.

In the next moment, the protective barriers surrounding the two became even more complete. Layers upon layers of runes emitted a faint glow, and only the outlines of Yin Ren and Zhong Chengshuo could be vaguely seen.

“What are they doing?” Luo Chunlei asked curiously.

“Feeding,” Mr. Le leisurely replied, pointing his finger through the empty space. “To raise such a fierce ghost, ‘Anonymous’ always needs to provide it with power.”

The flesh and blood of Primordial Elementals were the purest source of Evil Force, making it the most efficient way to feed fierce ghosts. It was unclear who taught this cub about such knowledge regarding the Other Side…

But speaking of which, the Other Side certainly wasn’t lacking in traitors. At least, in the next second, a certain companion with the surname Qi appeared in his mind.

“The warm-up is about done.” Mr. Le made the final gesture in the empty space. “Cub, it’s time for you to take action. If you linger like this, someone might stab you in the back.”

“…Bring it on.”

The emaciated man closed his eyes; his voice could even be called gentle.

—Boom!

Accompanied by a thunderous tearing sound, the earth trembled slightly. Countless red threads, traversing space under Yin Ren’s control, snapped at the same time, creating a fissure in the sky over ten meters long, even more spectacular than the one in the abandoned hospital building.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Inside the fissure, a peculiar rhythm-like sound could be heard. It echoed in perfect harmony with the sounds Yin Ren had heard in his dreams but was much clearer. After each vibration, the fissure would crack open a bit more, like a pod unable to contain its beans.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The fissure continued to expand, resembling a giant mouth. Yin Ren cut his wrist, and numerous blood threads pierced through. Unfortunately, those threads were unable to stitch up the self-opening fissure—

“There are two opponents.” Zhong Chengshuo frowned. “Retreat!”

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Finally, the gap abruptly collapsed, like a flood bursting through a dam. The surrounding space twisted and distorted, and sharp sounds resounded incessantly. The gap widened like it was being torn and shoved by some force, almost forming a circular shape, like a giant mouth devouring the entire area.

Luo Chunlei let out an excited scream as her eyes widened. Yin Ren, with Zhong Chengshuo, quickly retreated but was still swallowed whole.

In an instant, all sounds of wind and bird chirping disappeared, replaced by the silence unique to the interstitial space.

At that moment, the expansion of the enormous gap abruptly halted. The opening to the mortal realm suddenly lost its power, and the space autonomously closed at an astonishing speed.

Amidst the sharp sound of space compression, Yin Ren opened his eyes.

The surrounding grass and trees distorted ceaselessly, flickering like poorly modeled objects in a video game. Further in the distance, the scenery remained the same, faintly revealing the school’s teaching building; except those buildings appeared bright and new, emanating an uncomfortable, icy aura.

There was no doubt that this was the transitional area between the mortal realm and the other side.

Mr. Le and Luo Chunlei were nowhere to be found. In their original positions, only a brownish-red cocoon remained, like a tumor attached to the ground, large enough to envelop a child. Faint, rapid heartbeats could be sensed from within the cocoon; it was likely that Luo Chunlei was inside.

Surrounding the cocoon floated numerous colorful, translucent bubbles. Each one was the size of a fist and resembled the plastic balls in an amusement park, giving a delightful feeling. Each bubble emitted Mr. Le’s aura—could these things be his true form?

The bubbles floated leisurely, resembling soft eggs with constant flickering inside, containing countless fragments of transformation.

Puppies frolicked on the lawn, cats stretching lazily under the sun, birds pecking at sweet fruits on branches, two wet wolf cubs licking each other… Children eating freshly baked pastries at a stall, adults laughing and chatting by a chessboard, kids gathering together chattering and playing games, families gathered around the dining table…

They were so vivid.

Among them, there were also dim ones, exuding a dirty deathly pallor, unmistakably human—kicking at a struggling and screaming animal, confidently spewing rumors, reaching out to steal others’ wealth and efforts, laughing at those around them who had collapsed due to misfortune…

The bubbles continued to float and scatter, with the vibrant ones constantly bursting, producing fragments of indistinct laughter. Among the bubbles that filled the sky, the number of dim-colored ones increased.

Stealing, slandering, insulting, using illegal drugs… even directly trampling upon others.

They were no longer scattered bubbles but had turned into a cluster of rapidly expanding, filthy foam. They proliferated on the surface of the earth like falling snow, seemingly intending to fill the entire world.

Yin Ren cautiously stood in place while numerous red threads formed a net to isolate the erratically flying bubbles outside. He could feel the bubbles lightly touching the threads and then bouncing away effortlessly. Each touch from the vibrant bubbles brought him a fleeting sense of relief.

The successive waves of interference made it difficult to maintain composure and engage in combat.

At the same time, the dirty foam continued to proliferate, piling up along the ground. The surrounding scenery was devoured by the countless bubbles, and the air carried a maddeningly sweet and rancid odor.

“Zhong Chengshuo, quickly!” Yin Ren attached two more tranquility talismans to his body and held Zhong Chengshuo’s neck tightly.

Zhong Chengshuo extended his hand, and a layer of transparent black gel appeared on his right hand. They quickly gathered together, solidifying into a soft and pliable cluster of wings. In the next second, the largest wing suddenly opened, and its edges became hard and pitch black, resembling a small sickle.

Without hesitation, Zhong Chengshuo struck into the void.

The sound of tearing arose for an instant, but the gap created by the cluster of wings quickly closed.

“It’s Shian’s defensive technique.”

Upon seeing the recently perfected spell specifically designed to counter gap attacks, Yin Ren gritted his teeth.

“Damn it, there’s a traitor!”

Simultaneously, all the bubbles floating in the air came to a sudden stop. They rotated from various angles, and their surfaces instantly became murky and wrinkled, resembling flesh.

Black spots of various shapes emerged from these flesh-like balls, resembling pupils as they turned towards the cluster of wings.

[Indeed… this aura… I haven’t felt it in so many years…]

Mr. Le’s sigh reverberated among the different flesh balls.

[It’s a “Fear” cub. Truly a “Fear” cub…]

Those flesh balls desperately crowded towards Zhong Chengshuo.

[You must never go back…]

Boom!

The dirty gray-white foam transformed into a torrent, devouring the two individuals like a crushing force. They spun wildly, centered around Yin Ren and Zhong Chengshuo. Within the whirlpool, intermittent screams and laughter could be heard. The turbulent, filthy foam continued to surge and rapidly multiply.

It was like a carnival.

Amidst the fluctuating ups and downs, violence and madness permeated the surroundings. The vibrant bubbles were entirely consumed and rotted into a murky gray. All the scenes in the interstitial space were shattered, leaving only the remnants of ecstasy in the world. After an unknown period of time, the bubbles gradually calmed down, resembling the still surface of a windless lake.

A long sigh resonated from an unknown source, filled with a profound sense of nostalgia and regret.

As the bubbles gradually tightened, a black tender sprout suddenly emerged in the center of the murky vortex.

A pair of small wings emerged at the top layer of the foam, flapping lightly twice.

Swish, swish.

It no longer resembled its previous translucent appearance but had turned nearly opaque black.

In an instant, a fierce wind rose, tearing apart the foam. A pure black burst opened up and blossomed passionately like a flower. The wings blended into the darkness, while the darkness surged and countless indescribable, distorted dark streams shimmered on its surface.

[You… Are you about to materialize?!] Mr. Le’s heart sank. The cub had been forced to reveal its true form, and the situation was worse than they had imagined.

The darkness didn’t answer his startled question.

Deep within the darkness, a faint red hue was faintly discernible. This darkness tightly protected the fierce ghost it had nurtured, just as he protected the human cub named Luo Chunlei.

This is impossible.

Mr. Le swung his body, attempting to further crush the cub with his true form. Anything that came into contact with his true form would undoubtedly fall into a state of irrational ecstasy. Whether it was a living creature, an evil creature, or an Elemental, none could escape his influence.

Even the mighty “Fear” lineage, even on the verge of materialization, it was still just a cub!

Why isn’t it going mad?

The young darkness was spinning itself, akin to a meat grinder, destroying the surrounding bubbles. Mr. Le could feel that his true form was being rapidly shredded and consumed on the spot. Apart from biting the enemy, the darkness extended countless wing-like scythes, madly disrupting the surrounding space as if seeking a way out.

Ironically, as the representative of joy, he often felt sorrow.

[Initially, I thought you were “his” successor… I should have let you die in bliss, without any suffering…]

The gray-white foam surged once again, leaving the sky and earth suddenly empty. The bubbles crowded around from all directions and simultaneously burst, disappearing into nothingness. Mr. Le’s aura not only didn’t weaken but grew even stronger.

Without the support of the surrounding bubbles, the mass of darkness fell to the ground, and the wings on its surface curled up in confusion.

And everything around it began to change.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The pounding sounds from the Other Side gradually intensified, and the sky in the interstitial space transformed into a black-gray vortex. Drip, drip. More foam dripped from the vortex onto the ground. The once indistinguishable interstitial space violently fluctuated, rapidly collapsing and turning into a misty gray.

The empty gray-white color rushed in from all directions, and the foam coalesced into gigantic human legs that walked incessantly around.

Men’s legs, women’s legs, children’s legs, elderly legs.

Walking incessantly, step by step.

The darkness roiled with bubbles the size of adults. The mountain-like giant legs casually stepped down, causing the bubbles to emit a music-like, melodious scream. One of the legs stepped on the wings that had emerged from the darkness, causing the cluster of wings to instantly shatter into minced meat.

Amidst the intense pain, all the extended wings suddenly retracted.

In the ethereal heights of nothingness, within the dense fog above those legs, Mr. Le’s voice could faintly be heard.

[Apologies.]

He said.

……

Outside the gap, small cracks had just appeared, but they were instantly sealed by sealing techniques, and the space quickly returned to its original state.

In the area where Yin Ren was located, Xiang Jiang’s sealing techniques enveloped layer upon layer. Not only could evil qi not escape, but even Evil Force couldn’t seep out. If the gap that had just opened was an exit, it was sealed shut, and these seals could be likened to pouring concrete. It was sealed tightly on the outside as well.

Confirming that there were no loopholes, Xiang Jiang withdrew his hand and turned around.

Behind him, Xiang Hai’s back had the wings of a butterfly spread wide. Fierce ghosts covered the sky, and ghosts from the nearby areas continuously gathered. They numbered in the thousands and were swept up by the Evil Force, forming a formidable army of spirits.

Compared to when he was in Gengsheng Town, the wings on Xiang Hai’s back had grown several times larger. The butterfly wings, adorned with countless faces, gently fluttered, and bloody tears flowed from the faces. Amidst the wailing of women and children, scales resembling the palms of elderly hands rose up.

Those emaciated hands opened their five fingers, and the sharp fingertips pointed straight ahead, directed at the person in front of Xiang Jiang.

“To be honest, I’ve always wanted to say that your brother resembles a ‘Ghost General’ more than I do. It’s a pity that if you had been following me all along, we could have formed a duo like Heibai Wuchang*.”

*Two deities in Chinese folk religion in charge of escorting the spirits of the dead to the underworld. As their names suggest (Black and White Impermanence), they are dressed in black and white, respectively.

Fu Xingchuan straightened his coat, his tone filled with emotion.

Xiang Jiang snorted as a cold smile appeared on his face.

“Xiang Jiang, I thought you were just young and confused for a moment. I thought you were just burdened by inner struggles and chose to be passive and unproductive… I thought you really cared about innocent, ordinary people. We gave you a chance, more than once. Even before you set foot here, you could have turned back.”

Fu Xingchuan’s fingers twitched, and between his fingertips, the yellow talisman automatically stirred without wind, emanating a scorching fighting spirit. His face still wore the usual smile, but his eyes held no trace of humor.

“At first, I thought if you were colluding with that banal group, Sunken Society, you might have some hope of being saved. Honestly, when you sat in my position and I couldn’t find any communication from you to the outside, I was somewhat happy. Who would have known… Haa.”

Fu Xingchuan halted his words and let out a long sigh. His burgundy coat continued to burn, transforming into a blood-red long robe.

“…Why, of all things, did you choose to collaborate with the Other Side?”


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Sendoff Ch50

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 50: In an Instant

The Greedy Butterflies dispersed, and Shi Jingzhi managed to remain standing.

He stubbornly supported his spine, still with a few Greed Butterflies perched on his head. Sensing his precarious state, Yin Ci furrowed his brow and tightened his embrace.

There was more than one mountain in the Huilian Mountain Range. The Jianchen Temple was nestled among the three slightly lower peaks surrounding the main peak of Huilian Mountain. Because of the layered structure of three outer layers, the mountain range was named Huilian*.

*Clarity: [Hui] (回) means circles, return, revolve, among other meanings, while [lian] ( 莲) means lotus. Basically, the mountain range has three lower peaks that surrounds (revolves/circle around) the main peak making it look like a lotus, giving the mountain its name.

The group was climbing the outermost and lowest peak, clearly guarded by the Greed Butterflies. Shi Jingzhi’s condition had finally stabilized, and they should leave this area immediately to prevent another attack.

Su Si and Yan Qing were still able to move, and if they mustered their strength and hurried, they might be able to escape before sunset.

Yin Ci made a prompt decision. “I’ll carry you on my back, and we’ll leave first.”

But Shi Jingzhi didn’t budge.

“No need. It’s fine here. Let’s rest here.”

Shi Jingzhi’s voice was unusually calm. He tried to stand straight and gently squeezed Yin Ci’s hand as if to reassure him. “Besides, if I collapse like this, who will lead you?”

Rest here? In front of the Greed Butterflies’ nest?

Yin Ci chuckled. “Shizun, a person’s state of mind is not constant. Your qi was desolate just now, and you don’t seem like someone who has shattered their own vows. Your condition is also unstable. If you get lost in your thoughts again, the Greed Butterflies will build their nest on your head… With this cycle repeating, we won’t be able to leave.”

Shi Jingzhi’s myriad of desires were only temporarily soothed and calmed, not disappeared completely. Moreover, this time his tranquility technique had borrowed external assistance, so it was impossible to maintain it for long.

Shi Jingzhi didn’t immediately respond.

He first released his embrace, took a step back, and gently placed his hand on Yin Ci’s face, as if trying to use touch to replace sight. “Are you not injured? I remember hitting you several times.”

“I managed to evade most of the attacks and didn’t suffer serious injuries. Shizun, your consciousness was blurred. Perhaps you remembered incorrectly.” Was this person trying to change the subject? Yin Ci’s face couldn’t help but darken.

Shi Jingzhi furrowed his brow and looked at his disciple up and down. Yin Ci’s clothes had several damaged areas, but there were no obvious wounds or bloodstains on his body.

After a moment of silence, Shi Jingzhi changed the topic. “…A’Ci, that technique is quite useful. Where did you learn it?”

“That technique is called ‘Purifying Words*’, an adaptation of the Buddhist scriptures. It can be considered a somewhat esoteric technique for calming the mind. It was taught by my family, and it may have been passed down outside as well.”

*[Wu Chen Yan] (无尘言) Lit. means words without dust. It suggests that the words spoken are free from mundane or worldly contamination, making them untainted by worldly desires, attachments, or impurities.

This was indeed not a lie.

The adaptation was true, and its circulation was also true. In order to counter the state of losing control, Yin Ci tried many mental techniques, among which “Purifying Words” was particularly effective.

However, the version he used for Shi Jingzhi was his personal adaptation—back then, to teach the Little Mute, Yin Ci modified the originally stern and imposing mental technique to make it gentler and more soothing, specifically targeting the conflicting desires.

“Purifying Words” didn’t bring any benefits to martial arts practice, and there were countless calming techniques in the world. It wasn’t a cure-all. It had been passed down in an ordinary and vague manner for hundreds of years, giving rise to numerous versions, making its origin difficult to trace.

Indeed, Shi Jingzhi didn’t pursue further questions. He just planted the “Medicine Cures Illness” flag into the ground, as if he intended to set up camp right there. “My state wasn’t good earlier, and I didn’t memorize all the acupoints. A’Ci, please teach me the method again in detail.”

Yin Ci: “…”

Yin Ci: “Shizun, let’s find another place to learn. It’s not urgent.”

Shi Jingzhi remained silent for a long time, then sighed lightly. “To be honest, I have been running away all along.”

“What do you mean?”

“Since I became conscious, I have been running away. It doesn’t matter how unsightly I look; I take one step forward at a time, simply seeking to get by… Now that A’Ci is by my side, I feel at ease. Suddenly, I think it wouldn’t be bad to walk forward righteously.”

Shi Jingzhi’s voice was close, weak in tone, but with a hint of a smile.

“I have lost control in the Ghost Tomb before, and I have lost control in the forbidden area as well. Perhaps I could get through with a momentary burst of power, but as you know, A’Ci, relying solely on undisciplined brute force, I would definitely be no match for true masters.”

“I don’t want to run away anymore. All desires in the world are thoughts in my mind, and I must fully control them. Now it seems that there is nothing more effective than using the Greed Butterflies for training.”

“A’Ci, teach me, okay?”

Yin Ci didn’t know what to say for a moment.

The reason why Greedy Butterflies were difficult to deal with lay in their nature of pursuing hope and indulging in pleasure. The more realistic the dreams, the more desperate one became upon waking up. If it was repeated over and over again, the contrast would be enough to drive a person insane.

Not to mention that Shi Jingzhi had “object addiction”. Even ordinary people sought solace in alcohol, pursuing momentary illusions and release. Even Yin Ci himself was eager to move forward and escape from the darkness before him.

Yet this person firmly held his hand and said with a smile that he wanted to stay.

To face the deepest fear and despair, to shape the heart with thousands of arrows piercing through.

“Rest for a moment and listen to the opinions of Yan Qing and Su Si.”

Perhaps it was disagreement, or perhaps it was out of sympathy. Yin Ci instinctively avoided this topic.

Indeed, not long after Shi Jingzhi sat down, the Greed Butterflies showed signs of approaching again. Yan Qing was on guard against them, heating the flatbread from his backpack and brewing tea with snow water. The four of them managed to have a meal together.

Yan Qing and Su Si were unusually quiet. Yin Ci couldn’t see the expressions of these two servants, but the solemn atmosphere permeated through the darkness, chilling the air, even making the food feel colder.

“Has Sect Master Shi ever had contact with the Immortal Sect?” Su Si finally asked with a heavy heart, halfway through biting the flatbread.

Shi Jingzhi was somewhat surprised. “The Immortal Sect? Are you referring to the Mishan Sect?”

The Mishan Sect was the only “Immortal Sect” recognized by the martial world. While the people of this sect may dress elegantly, their association with “ascending to immortality” wasn’t significant. Compared to other sects, the Mishan Sect excelled in exorcizing demons, creating formations, and crafting weapons. Among them, there were also masters who had tasted immortal wine. Over time, people started calling them the “Immortal Sect”.

Most of the extraordinary formation techniques circulating in the martial world were created by the Mishan Sect, and the remaining few were adaptations from the Mishan Sect’s techniques. This path was profound, and it took ten to twenty years to achieve any accomplishment. There was a saying that you can’t have both the fish and the bear paw*. Martial artists worshiped strength and were unwilling to waste time on such things.

*(鱼与熊掌不可兼得) Idiom referring to you can’t be greedy when faced with two desirable but mutually exclusive options. You have to make a choice between the two and can’t have both. (AKA you can’t have your cake and eat it too). 

As a result, the Mishan Sect became a distinct faction, clearly separated from other martial sects, truly deserving the title of the “Immortal Sect”.

However, the Mishan Sect was located in the far north of Great Yun, in an extremely remote location. Its disciples liked to feign profundity and appear mysterious, so ordinary people rarely encountered them.

Shi Jingzhi racked his brains but couldn’t figure out when he had any dealings with the people from the Immortal Sect. The only one who remained elusive in his memory was that person in black.

After the dispersal of the Greed Butterflies, Shi Jingzhi kept trying to recall. However, memories were like shifting sands, uncontrollably slipping through his fingers and sinking into darkness.

Yin Ci wasn’t wrong; he hadn’t overcome his own desires.

He still couldn’t remember the person’s face or their voice. But he knew how that person smiled at him and how gentle their gaze was. That vague figure was hidden deep in his memories, casting a faint shadow over his true self, making it impossible for him to see through it.

Could that person be from the Immortal Sect? Was it that person who tampered with his memories?

With all his thoughts, Shi Jingzhi continued to conceal them, smiling as he replied, “I have never seen anyone from the Mishan Sect. Why are you suddenly asking about this?”

“When Sect Master used your techniques earlier, there was a heavenly and earthly qi. I thought it might be some kind of technique and couldn’t help but think of the Immortal Sect… I was overthinking.” Su Si followed with a forced smile.

“Uh.” Shi Jingzhi didn’t pursue further. “If you two are uncomfortable staying here, go around and explore the surroundings. Remember to bring back some meat and use the dried rations sparingly from the bag.”

Su Si was taken aback. “Aren’t we leaving?”

Shi Jingzhi: “You two don’t attract the Greed Butterflies much, so there shouldn’t be any issues. I can’t swallow this anger, so I intend to have another confrontation with them.”

Su Si choked on the spot. After a while, he lowered his voice and leaned closer, saying, “San Zi, this Kushan Sect…”

Yan Qing: “…Let’s not talk about it. I understand.”

He stood up and casually lifted Su Si. “Sect Master, I’m going hunting with A’Si.”

Shi Jingzhi nodded approvingly, and several dozen more Greed Butterflies landed on his head, resembling a hat adorned with the radiance of spring.

The sunlight was radiant, and the mountain breeze was pure as snow. The pond water was clear, and the koi fish leisurely swam.

Only two people remained in front of the pond.

Seeing that Shi Jingzhi had made up his mind not to leave, Yin Ci sighed. “Aren’t you going to ask Su Si?”

Shi Jingzhi confidently replied, “I know he definitely saw something just now. What if I press him too hard and he runs away? Su Si knows what’s important. When the time comes, he will speak for himself.”

“You didn’t ask me because of that too?” Even with the name of a descendant of the Su family supporting him, during their previous battle, his imposing demeanor, unlike that of an ordinary young man, was enough for Shi Jingzhi to sense something was amiss.

“A’Ci is different.”

Shi Jingzhi’s smile grew stronger.

“Even if you are the King Yan of the underworld, accompanying me until now, I have no regrets. Since there are no regrets, why bother getting to the bottom of it?”

Yin Ci tightened his fingers, holding back all the considerations and probes.

Shi Jingzhi had changed.

Compared to the scattered state when they first met, Yin Ci vaguely sensed the contours of a person. ‘It’s such a pity,’ he thought. With his eyes shrouded in darkness, he couldn’t see Shi Jingzhi’s eyes.

“Alright, I’ll teach you the ‘Purifying Words’. This time, I won’t help you. You can only rely on partial acupoints, achieving half the result with twice the effort. Have you made up your mind?”

“Mm.”

……

The sunlight slowly crawled across their bodies, and Yin Ci could discern the passage of time. Besides that, he could only hear the rustling of clothes, the footsteps on water and stone, and the faint trembling of butterfly wings. Shi Jingzhi was using all his qinggong and inner force to confront the swarm of Greed Butterflies.

This time, he wouldn’t intervene, Yin Ci thought. Since Shi Jingzhi was willing to endure hardships, he had to learn to bear the consequences.

Yin Ci sat on a stone platform with Shi Jingzhi’s flag placed beside him. The flagpole felt smooth and warm to the touch under the sunlight. On the other side, there was a teapot and sweet cakes, and Shi Jingzhi even prepared a cushion for him. Flames flickered nearby, and he didn’t feel the least bit cold.

These items seemed to form a peculiar little formation. The scent of incense lingered around him, and even the darkness in front of him no longer felt heavy.

Unfortunately, it was too far away, and Yin Ci couldn’t sense the subtle air currents or know the progress of the battle.

How is his cheap master doing? Has his mind been broken by the ever-changing desires, or is he still struggling?

How wonderful it would be to catch just a glimpse.

Finally, the surrounding temperature gradually dropped, and the distinctive chill of the night spread across the ground. From noon until sunset, several hours passed slowly. At this moment, the evening glow of the setting sun should have bathed the mountains and fields.

The sound of clothes rustling ceased, and for the first time in those several hours, Shi Jingzhi stopped moving.

Yin Ci twitched in place, instinctively trying to stand up. However, the accumulated coldness of centuries held him in place, anchoring him to the spot.

“Shizun?” After hesitating for a moment, he finally spoke up.

…He really wanted to catch a glimpse.

In just an instant, he cast aside the suffocation brought by the darkness. The Greed Butterflies perched on Yin Ci’s hair fluttered their wings.

Before Shi Jingzhi could respond, the Buddha Heart Formation provided him with an answer. For some reason, in that fleeting moment, the darkness before Yin Ci’s eyes suddenly dissipated.

Sure enough, the sun was setting in the west, casting its radiant glow everywhere.

The small pond reflected the evening sky, resembling molten gold. The Buddha’s head in the center of the pond had slightly closed eyes, exuding a tranquil and compassionate aura. The pure white stone statue had been tinged with a deep blue by the night, adorned with a golden-red border, adding a touch of solemnity out of thin air.

Shi Jingzhi was standing atop the Buddha’s head.

This time, his head wasn’t covered by Greed Butterflies.

All the butterflies flew in the air, forming a few clusters of thin clouds around Shi Jingzhi, obediently flowing with his movements. The evening sun was vibrant, and the evening glow was brilliant. The swarm of butterflies danced in this beautiful world, resembling sparks flying in flames.

Like scattered red leaves in deep autumn.

Hearing Yin Ci’s call, Shi Jingzhi turned his head. A radiant smile graced his face as his long hair swayed in the breeze, the tips tousled by a dozen fluttering butterflies. His gray-white clothes were covered in the red glow, turning into a warm and cozy shade of red.

Yin Ci finally saw the other person’s eyes clearly. They were filled with joy and contentment, free from any shadows, brimming with vitality.

Just like this noisy world, burning and crashing into his vision.

Yin Ci didn’t know how long this brightness would last. He should have looked around—at least turned around to see what kind of inner demon was behind him.

But Yin Ci couldn’t turn back. His throat felt slightly sore, and his gaze was fixed firmly on the other person.

‘So, this is how it is,’ he thought.

At the moment his heart was set free, everything in front of him was once again enveloped in darkness. Yin Ci lowered his eyes, unable to see the terrifying inner demon as big as a mountain behind him.

Shi Jingzhi remained completely unaware.

He had been floating in despair and pain for most of the day, but he finally learned to gather his desires and firmly hold onto that madness. Although they would still cause him immense suffering and sleepless nights, they could no longer take away his mental state.

The turbid sea of desires sank to the bottom, peacefully resting in the clear waters of his mind. They rose and fell with his thoughts, and the Greed Butterflies had no power over him.

Considering it was a small progress, Shi Jingzhi was quite satisfied. Upon hearing his disciple’s call, he turned his head with a smile, stepping lightly on the gentle breeze, and quickly appeared in front of Yin Ci.

“A’Ci, you’ve made a great achievement. That mantra is truly effective. I can finally get rid of those butterflies! I thought it would take two or three days.” He patted Yin Ci’s shoulder, feeling content. “We’ll rest here for one more night and then continue our journey.”

Yin Ci remained silent.

“A’Ci?”

“…It’s nothing. Congratulations, Shizun.”

Yin Ci displayed a smile—a smile that hadn’t been calculated but came completely from his heart.

Perhaps he truly was an evil entity from the abyss, but he would never become King Yan that sought lives.

He wanted this person to live a good life.

This time, it was Shi Jingzhi who stood frozen in place. He looked at this unfamiliar smile, and the overwhelming qi that had shaken the heavens and earth vanished in an instant. A slight uneasiness began to grow in his chest.

Shi Jingzhi cleared his throat and turned around. “I’ll heat up a few red bean cakes… A’Ci, how many do you want?”

At the same time, in Yidu.

The Imperial Preceptor, Jiang Youyue, was practicing calligraphy when suddenly there was a light tapping sound behind him. He paused and looked up, only to see a bonsai on the shrine trembling slightly, blooming a few tiny flowers.

“Interesting.”

His finger traced over the flower buds.

“Even though ‘desire’ has been sealed, it still wants to break free, huh? …Master, you truly didn’t misjudge him. That kid surname Shi is bound to have great potential.”

“He has only recently left the palace yet already made such progress. His little disciple is probably not unrelated to this.”


The author has something to say:

The fox really has a growth system ☆-∑(>ω0)b

Considering his growth environment, it’s unreasonable for him to be able to suppress the 300-year-old Demonic Lord Yin right from the start…

Demonic Lord Yin: With so many versions of “Purifying Words”, you can just make it up.

Fox Shi: Understood. It’s so precise, you can’t escape from this matter.


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Sendoff Ch49

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 49: Tyrant

In an instant, Yin Ci considered many backup plans.

For example, first taking everyone to escape, then asking someone else to lead him to the Jianchen Temple. As long as he provided enough reward, finding an ignorant and innocent child who didn’t understand greed, hatred, and ignorance or an old person with weak desires shouldn’t be difficult.

However, the thought of getting close to a stranger made Yin Ci uncomfortable all over. On the other hand, if the monks saw that his sect leader was trapped outside the mountain, they would most likely become suspicious of anyone from the Kushan Sect. They were all eminent monks with observant eyes, so it wouldn’t be easy for him to ask freely while pretending to be a disciple.

Yin Ci lowered his eyes.

If he thought about it to the extreme, this matter wasn’t entirely without a solution. But he instinctively resisted further contemplation. Having lived for so long, Yin Ci no longer deceived himself.

…He didn’t want to give up on Shi Jingzhi.

Shi Jingzhi’s hand trembled, as if wrapped in the cold wind of the previous night. Even if he had attacked while deeply dreaming, Shi Jingzhi still held his other hand vaguely, as if searching for his disciple’s hand.

I won’t let you down.

Very well.

Yin Ci released Shi Jingzhi, and the empty darkness once again engulfed him. This time, he didn’t panic; instead, a smile appeared on his face. All the worries were gone, and he would cut through the tangled mess with a sharp blade.

If Yan Qing and Su Si dared to leak any information, he would kill them. At least for today, he wouldn’t give up on Shi Jingzhi.

He was offered a wooden peach and would repay with precious jade*. Time stretched on, and he almost forgot this feeling.

*This line comes from a famous Chinese poem “Papaya” from the Book of Songs by Wei Fang. The idea conveyed is of reciprocation and the appreciation of generosity. In this case, Yin Ci was offered a humble gift (Shi Jingzhi’s affection of sorts) and would repay in extravagance (revealing part of his true power to save Shi Jingzhi’s life).

Yin Ci tightly grasped the Hanging Shadow Sword but didn’t draw it. He slowly unleashed his qi, and the heavy bloodthirst instantly enveloped the entire scene, causing even the Greedy Butterflies in the air to pause for a moment.

The qi was mixed but clear. Under the overwhelming bloodlust, Yan Qing and Su Si didn’t dare to move. Shi Jingzhi, who was stumbling down the mountain, halted his steps and turned around.

A familiar sense of oppression emanated from Shi Jingzhi, meeting Yin Ci’s killing intent head-on. Compared to the time in Yuanxian Village, there was a hint of childlike grievance in this aura.

The two forces clashed, shaking the earth, rippling the scales on the lake’s surface, and startling countless birds in the forest.

“Shi Jingzhi, I don’t like disturbing peaceful dreams. I’m only taking you up the mountain, so endure it for now.”

When they came out of the Ghost Tomb, Shi Jingzhi had bought him a scabbard made of ambergris wood. Ambergris wood carried a faint, soothing fragrance that could calm the mind. Yin Ci knew that the fox had a sharp nose, and this scabbard probably acted as an invisible rope, serving as a marker to find his disciple.

Using it at this moment turned out to be a fortuitous move.

The scabbard swiftly scraped against the ground, colliding with rocks, creating sparks. The precious ambergris wood ignited, emitting a thick aroma. Shi Jingzhi’s movement paused, and Yin Ci soared up with the wind.

Yin Ci lightly tapped Shi Jingzhi’s shoulder with the scabbard, hitting three vital acupoints: qinghui, renshen, and yijing*.

*Clarity: As far as I can tell, these are not actual acupoints and are just made up by the author.

“Converge your desires and calm your mind! Let your true qi flow slowly!” Yin Ci sternly commanded, with a tone full of authority as someone in a superior position.

This was one of the Buddhist martial arts techniques derived from staff training. This method could eliminate distractions, guide one’s true nature, and help individuals face their own hearts directly, removing worldly influences and diminishing desires. Shi Jingzhi, being exceptionally talented and not burdened by inner demons, would naturally find ways to restrain his desires.

That was what Yin Ci originally thought.

As the saying goes, even the wisest can make mistakes. Shi Jingzhi indeed revealed his true nature.

However, this nature was like a collapsing mountain and a boiling sea.

The madness beneath the Ghost Tomb that day suddenly magnified a thousandfold. Shi Jingzhi’s momentum surged, nearly devouring Yin Ci’s robust qi.

The force felt like a roaring mountain and a raging tsunami, and a premonition of destruction swept over Yin Ci’s spine like a needle. After a moment of shock, Yin Ci not only didn’t retreat, but his cold blood slowly ignited.

Shi Jingzhi stood still in place with his hands hanging unnaturally. His cotton outer garment had long been blown away by the wind, leaving only a thin gray robe. Now, his robe fluttered in the wind with his ink-black hair, while the butterflies on his head remained eerily motionless.

No fear, no restraint.

The previous trembling Shi Jingzhi seemed like a mere shell. Now, that shell had completely shattered, revealing an overwhelming torrent inside.

Yin Ci had witnessed this madness before.

In the history of Great Yun, there was a notorious tyrant who ruled for only a year. In a short span of a dozen months, that person plunged the world into war, causing the people to suffer. Yin Ci had seen that person riding in a golden chariot. Its golden wheels crushed decaying corpses and scorched the land, grinding countless pleading and cursing hands beneath the rumbling of the wheels.

The tyrant laughed heartily, wearing his yellow robe in the wind.

That young emperor, whose appearance was as divine as an immortal, had lost his sanity and fallen into madness. That madness was like a sticky vortex, engulfing all living beings around him and crushing any resistance.

At that time, Yin Ci descended from the sky and stopped in front of the golden chariot, slashing the tyrant’s throat with his sword. Blood splattered on the golden relief, and as the person died, their face still bore a mad smile, disdainful of the heavens and the earth.

In terms of strength, the tyrant was far inferior to Shi Jingzhi, but their madness was equally terrifying.

However, at this moment, Shi Jingzhi’s madness had no origin and no target; it simply lingered in the air. Yin Ci faced the catastrophic momentum head-on, tearing open a path with his own strength and advancing once again.

He could still continue.

This set of techniques emphasized calming the mind. It was harmless to others, and yet the Greed Butterflies had already shown a negative response. Now that things had come to this point, it would be a waste to give up halfway. It was better to wait until the smoke and dust settled, until the snow melted away, and see what his master would be like.

The scent of the scabbard became stronger as it struck several major acupoints on Shi Jingzhi’s waist, thighs, and the back of his neck. Shi Jingzhi, like a skillfully reacting puppet, adhered smoothly, as if it were an integral part of him. Yin Ci’s strikes broke several of his ribs in succession, leaving behind extensive bruising.

Amidst intense pain, Yin Ci’s voice didn’t tremble. “All gods become one, winds calm, rain stills.”

Shi Jingzhi’s momentum grew even stronger, but his aura was like a fire without a source, burning and dispersing in an even more peculiar manner. His hands seemed guided by a divine will, and although he had lost his inner force, each move seemed to resonate with the heavens and the earth.

Relying on the flow of energy, Yin Ci narrowly evaded, with the wind blades causing a few lacerations on his side.

Perhaps due to the inability to see, there was a fleeting moment where Shi Jingzhi seemed to merge with the heavens and the earth.

Yin Ci didn’t cease his movements. If confronting the opponent head-on was futile, then he would use softness to overcome hardness. He tried to soften his actions, transforming the sharp hostility into a gentle drizzle, so as not to further agitate the irrational Shi Jingzhi.

“Ask the heavens, ask oneself, but don’t ask the world.”

The scented scabbard struck again. This time, targeting the upper arm, chest, forehead, and lower back. The movements became increasingly gentle, akin to the touch between lovers.

Shi Jingzhi attacked while retreating, as if something within him struggled and resisted the process of “clearing the mind”. Unfortunately, Yin Ci’s headlamp presence was like a mountain, leaving Shi Jingzhi with no room to retreat. As soon as he collided with that immense inner demon, he was bound in place by countless shadowy hands.

“Sweep away the dust and let the myriad of thoughts be calm.”

With the completion of Yin Ci’s response, Shi Jingzhi’s momentum instantly froze.

The dancing butterflies fluttered away from his head, revealing a teary eye. Yin Ci couldn’t see this sight, but the overwhelming sorrow and confusion replaced the oppressive aura, dispersing with the scattering butterflies, pricking his skin like needles.

Shi Jingzhi finally broke free.

However, desires gathered and dreams shattered. The intensity of his longing was matched by the weight of despair.

And Yin Ci was most familiar with this despair. Withdrawing the scabbard, he unilaterally altered the final step of the technique—

Instead of issuing a forceful command, Yin Ci grabbed Shi Jingzhi’s hand and pulled him directly into his embrace.

“Shh.” He coaxed like one would comfort a child. “Don’t think about anything. It’s all over.”

Shi Jingzhi closed his eyes, and the waves of emotions finally receded, leaving behind a heart full of ruins.

Initially hindered in his steps, Shi Jingzhi felt angry—countless desires wrapped around him like cocoons. All fears and anxieties were shut out, and he didn’t want to move at all, only wanting to continue forward in that ease.

He had never felt so at peace since birth.

Why disturb him?

Wasn’t he deserving of this moment of tranquility?

“Converge your desires, calm your mind. Let true qi flow slowly. All gods become one, winds calm, rain stills.”

Someone unknown employed a demonic technique, gradually peeling away layer after layer of his desires. In that fleeting moment, Shi Jingzhi wished to destroy the heavens and the earth, to kill every living creature that took breath, just to have a moment of quiet around him.

…But why could he hear these things?

The familiar headache resurfaced, and within the colorful illusions, a red leaf drifted slowly.

Compared to the overly vibrant colors, that red leaf appeared dull. It was like a sharp blade, slicing through his heart.

[Little brat, coming to a place like this. Are you seeking death?]

Shi Jingzhi saw a person dressed in black—a figure with disheveled ink-black hair and half-unfastened black clothing. Leaning against a giant tiger demon, he appeared relaxed, reclining with several empty wine jars strewn haphazardly. The tiger demon had its six eyes closed, peacefully napping on the ground. The person and the tiger leaned against a massive maple tree, surrounded by scattered white bones stained with fresh blood.

It was deep autumn, and the ground was covered in red leaves. Bathed in the lingering rays of the setting sun, the entire world seemed to radiate.

In his memories, Shi Jingzhi couldn’t clearly see the person’s face, but he remembered the scent of blood-soaked alcohol emanating from him.

Just the recollection of this scene caused his head to ache unbearably.

It felt as if countless voices were questioning him. What do you seek in life? If you seek to live, what is it that you seek in the remaining years?

This person intruded into his mind without reason, undoubtedly connected in countless ways to his “wish”. Shi Jingzhi thought dazedly as his ears were filled with the vibrations of fluttering butterfly wings.

…No, wasn’t what he wanted was to “live”? Where did all these messy thoughts come from?

[Converge your desires, calm your mind. Let true qi flow slowly. All gods become one, winds calm, rain stills… Kid, don’t think about it too much. Just focus on this mantra. Don’t keep nibbling on your fingers. If you’re left with all sorts of scars, the girls won’t like you in the future.]

In the next fragmented scene, he was embraced by that person. The person’s voice merged into a jumble, but it undeniably carried a hint of laughter.

However, he only remembered the warmth of the person’s chest and busied himself catching the red leaves before him, with the words entering one ear and leaving the other.

Perhaps that was the most at ease moment in his life.

But did such a moment truly exist? Why had he never remembered it before?

As various desires were slowly extracted, Shi Jingzhi felt as if he stood exposed in the frigid, snowy landscape, gradually becoming panicked. His headache worsened, seemingly determined to prevent him from seeing what remained—

His most persistent and profound true self.

In his memories, the person extended their arm, catching a red leaf floating in the air and handing it to him.

[Stop grabbing aimlessly. Take it.]

There was no hunger in his stomach, and all he saw was a brilliant golden red. The young him was held tenderly in someone’s arms, seemingly seeing the world clearly for the first time.

The red leaves fluttered like butterflies, and the stream sparkled with golden light. There were no curious or hostile eyes around; only a warm breeze and an endless sense of security from behind. That person gazed at him with utmost sincerity, eyes filled with laughter. Shi Jingzhi played with the red leaf for a while, then released it, watching it soar with the wind, resembling a cluster of burning flames.

It was as if, in that moment, he was truly born into the world.

Only at that moment, it seemed like he didn’t want anything anymore… For over twenty years, was his sole desire really just to “live”?

[Ask the heavens, ask oneself, but don’t ask the world. Sweep away the dust and let the myriad of thoughts be calm. Remember it well, Little Mute. If you bite your fingers again, I’ll hit you every time I see it.]

At that time, he still couldn’t escape from his abnormal desires. Whenever he unconsciously bit his fingers or suppressed his desires, that person would lift him up, pull his hand out of his mouth, and repeat the mantra… Although the person had made many threats, they had never truly hit him.

How could he have forgotten?

“Ask the heavens, ask oneself, but don’t ask the world. Sweep away the dust and let the myriad of thoughts be calm.”

The outside voices became clearer.

Yes, this splendid dream was ultimately just a dream. Stepping out of the cocoon of desires, he still had to face the nearing end of his life and the suffocating reality.

But he had no choice but to move forward. He didn’t have time to escape anymore.

Shi Jingzhi sobbed and finally broke free from that gentle dream. His head throbbed, and his heart felt like it was going to burst. Just as he was about to collapse, he fell into a warm embrace.

The blurry memories seemed to find a fulcrum and abruptly pierced into reality.

“…A’Ci.” He instinctively clung tightly to the person in his arms.

Where did you learn your mantra? Who are you, really?

And who am I?

Shi Jingzhi had a thousand words to ask, but the intense pain in his head almost drove him crazy. So he could only hold onto his disciple tightly, like a drowning person clinging to the last piece of driftwood, gasping for breath.

Truly, all thoughts were in despair, with only a flickering flame of his true intentions remaining.

Shi Jingzhi had a few remaining butterflies scattered over his head, but there were hardly any left. Looking at the mess on the ground, Shi Jingzhi was left with an emptiness akin to being drained. He struggled to lift his eyes and looked at Yin Ci’s face.

That face remained calm and undisturbed, the ink-black pupils still without focus, but there was a hint of concealed concern.

Unlike before, a Greed Butterfly landed on the tip of Yin Ci’s hair and quietly folded its wings.

Not far away.

“Is… Is everything alright now?” Yan Qing, who hadn’t been affected much by the Greed Butterflies, felt a bit dizzy and disoriented. However, when faced with the extraordinary pressure emanating from the disciple of the Kushan Sect, he immediately snapped out of it.

Under the oppressive forces, Yan Qing’s whole body turned cold, and his knees went weak like melting sugar. He couldn’t even stand properly.

As for Shi Jingzhi, that could be expected, but Yin Ci had just turned twenty, right? Had he spent too much time in the Taiheng Sect, leading to unnecessary misunderstandings about the martial world?

Normally, at a time like this, Su Si would be bouncing around, telling him they couldn’t stay in the Kushan Sect. After going through all of this, Yan Qing missed his friend’s noisy presence a bit. At least it could bring him some sense of reality.

However, Su Si’s face was solemn, his brow furrowed.

His condition wasn’t much better than Yan Qing’s. He was half-kneeling on the ground, in a slightly more dignified posture. Su Si didn’t rush to persuade Yan Qing. Instead, his gaze was fixed on Shi Jingzhi and Yin Ci, murmuring to himself.

“Why…” He looked at the shaky light behind Shi Jingzhi with an expression that had never been so serious before. “Why is there an Immortal Sect ban on Sect Master Shi?”

“A’Si, what are you talking about?”

“…It’s nothing. Maybe I saw it wrong.”


Kinky Thoughts:

I love this chapter.


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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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