mtl008 Chapter 382 The Dark Night
Chapter 382 The Dark Night
Chapter 382: The Darkness of the Night
After walking a long way out of the villa, Han Shan finally couldn't help it. He squatted down in a corner and burst into tears.
With the help of Chaoge's power, she returned to the past to see her deceased old friend.
A long, long time ago, her name was Han Shan.
I searched for him among the crowd for hundreds of times, yet he was standing at the end of the street where the lights were dim.
The old beggar who adopted her was not well educated, but when he heard a passerby reciting this poem, he happily gave her this name.
When she was five years old, the old beggar died and she was taken away by a lonely Taoist priest.
When she was thirteen years old, she was wandering around in the mountains in frustration because she couldn't learn a spell no matter how hard she tried. She came across a house that was hidden very well.
Although she was still young, she was very brave and out of curiosity, she came closer to observe.
In a garden modeled after an ancient house, a little girl stood silently under the vines, her face shrouded in shadows, making it impossible to see her expression.
She was like a rich girl in the old days, wearing gold and silver but not allowed to go out.
Han Shan was so outgoing, she leaned on the wall and waved warmly.
The girl under the flower vine heard the noise and slowly looked up.
A person who is used to being cold and quiet, when he sees a stranger for the first time, is like a girl with dust on her face, smiling with her white teeth showing, lying on the wall with a twisted posture, as passionate as fire.
Because the rules at home were strict, Han Shan often came to see the girl secretly.
"We are good friends now, and I don't even know your name?"
The girl pursed her red lips.
"Wow, that's not nice of you. You don't even call us good friends!"
"I," the girl shook her head gently, "don't have a name."
"How could that be?" Han Shan was shocked. "Your family seems to be very rich, so why didn't your parents give you a name?"
The girl looked up at the sky outside the wall.
"Because it's not necessary."
Han Shan scratched her head. When she was young, she didn't understand the meaning of the girl's eyes and words. She was annoyed for a moment and then grinned.
"Well, I'll give you a name."
"what?"
"Well, since your last name is Chen, how about calling me Chen Ruyu? Just to commemorate our dreamlike encounter!"
"……it is good."
On her sixteenth birthday, Han Shan went to meet Chen Ruyu with a cake in her hand, full of anticipation. She had already made a perfect plan to sneak the girl across the border to meet him.
But she only saw an empty house.
By the time they finally found the person after all the hard work, the cold and taciturn girl had turned into a pile of bones.
Han Shan took the thin, rusty necklace from Bai Gu's hand and put it around her neck.
It was raining heavily, and she silently filled the girl's grave.
"What should I do, Chen Ruyu? Why have I achieved nothing in my cultivation? I can't learn the spell of retracing my past."
She slowly bent down and rested her forehead on the small mound of earth.
"It's been three years, and I still haven't learned how to trace back the last memories of the deceased..."
Han Shan sat in the wilderness for three days.
The day she went down the mountain, she looked back at the grave of her old friend.
"I don't want to be a languid mountain," she murmured. "I want to be a mountain. If you meet me, wait for me."
Many years later, Han Shan, who learned the whole truth, cried out loud.
"I should have known that I shouldn't have let you have the last name Chen..."
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Spring City.
In the early morning light, Ruan Xihe lay on the bed with his eyes open, his hands clenched into fists and placed flat on his side.
Again.
The monster that haunted her kept wandering around the room after dark, making strange noises like some sticky, soft and slippery object crawling on the tiles.
She had a blank expression on her face, thinking calmly and rationally.
Full-time police officer, part-time undercover agent.
Among those who died directly or indirectly at her hands, who would be so obsessed with her that he would haunt her even after turning into a ghost?
I heard that the underworld is open, why hasn’t this ghost been taken away yet?
After thinking about it for a while, she half sat up and went to the bathroom to wash up.
The cool mint toothpaste turned into foam in her mouth. She looked at her emaciated self in the mirror and suddenly retched.
"vomit--"
The acid surged up from her throat, irritating her so much that tears flowed down her face.
The numb and trembling hands could not hold the small toothbrush, and with a "ding" sound, it fell on the tiles in the bathroom.
Cold sweat began to break out on her chest and back, and it felt like a swarm of insects were crawling under her skin, gnawing at her flesh with their fangs and claws.
Ruan Xihe couldn't control himself and fell to his knees.
The smell of dampness and decay surrounded my nasal cavity, and after a violent cough, my mouth was filled with the taste of rust.
Her legs began to spasm uncontrollably, she gasped violently, and beads of sweat dripped from the tip of her nose and hit the ground.
"Ah! Ahh!"
Ruan Xihe raised his hand with difficulty to cover the roar in his mouth. His hard teeth pierced his soft skin and blood immediately gushed out.
Although the body is unable to move, the brain is still clamoring wildly, longing for the stimulation to come again.
As time goes by, my mind seems to have become blurred.
Ruan Xihe lost control of this body. Her soul seemed to be pulled out. She looked down at herself rolling on the ground, tearing apart everything she could see.
How...ugly.
She defined herself coldly, but was pulled back by her body in an instant.
The cold and soft limbs grabbed her hand that was scratching herself madly, stopping Ruan Xihe from hurting herself any further.
Ruan Xihe opened his steamy eyes with difficulty, looking extremely embarrassed, and called out in a hoarse voice, "Senior...?"
She didn't know whether it was an illusion or reality. In the haze, no matter how she cried and struggled, her limbs were firmly controlled and fixed.
It was a long, long time before Ruan Xihe woke up from his coma.
Her head was numb and painful, and her body was covered with wounds caused by her own scratches.
After sitting on the cold ground for a long time, Ruan Xihe dragged his tired body to apply medicine to himself.
There were important things to do in the afternoon, so Ruan Xihe put on some makeup with trembling hands, patted her face hard to make herself look healthier, and then walked out across the mess on the ground.
When we arrived, someone was already waiting at the door.
Seeing Ruan Xihe from afar, he came over to meet him.
"Sister Ruan, you're here!" Xiao Hu greeted warmly.
"Ah."
Ruan Xihe followed Xiao Hu for a long distance before he saw a figure.
The man in prison uniform had his head lowered, but when he heard the footsteps, he immediately raised his head, raised his eyebrows and sneered in Ruan Xihe's direction.
"Baby, are you here to see me off?"
Ruan Xihe ignored him and greeted several colleagues first.
"You don't look at me or talk to me. Could it be that you still have feelings for me?" the man said nonchalantly, with the corners of his lips curled up.
With his look, Xiao Hu got angry first, "Shut your stinky mouth!"
Lu Qi chuckled, stared at Ruan Xihe, and whistled.
"I've lost weight, and the clothes I wear seem empty."
Ruan Xihe finally looked at Lu Qi. Her pupils were a light brown color, which made her look very gentle.