Chapter 64

  Yilin had just finished her bath and changed into a comfortable nightgown, was drying her hair, and sat in front of the mirror ready to blow dry it when she heard a knock at the door.

  I wonder who it would be so late, thinking that there wouldn't be anyone else coming here. Turning to open the door, my gaze was stunned, seeing a person wearing a mask in the middle of the night, any normal person would jump in fright.

  "This time I knocked on the door." Yan Bing said calmly.

  Yilin thought to herself, this woman's memory is really good, but... isn't that a problem?!

  "But still calm and composed, he asked: 'So late, is there something?' "

  "May I ask a few questions."

  Although I don't know what problem you have to ask so late, I still opened the door and let Yan Bing enter the room, but after waiting for a long time, Yan Bing didn't say anything.

  "Is something wrong?" Irina asked curiously.

  "The weather is cool, let's dry your hair first." Yan Bing stood still, her voice cold and clear.

  Yilin nodded slightly and turned around to blow-dry her hair. The whole time, Yan Bing stood behind her, motionless.

  I don't know if it's intuition or what, but Yilin always felt that Yan Bing was slightly different towards her, as if she was also very curious about the Yi family's affairs. Could it be that the Yi family had really wronged her in the past?

  While thinking, she blew her hair and after blowing it dry, Irene put down the blow dryer, turned around and looked at Yan Bing: "Before you ask me a few questions, can I ask you a few questions first?"

  Yan Bing nodded expressionlessly: "As long as I know."

  "Who are you? Why... must you wear a mask, your pulse is so weak? Do you belong to this era?" Irin asked, and after that, she could feel her heart beating much faster.

  Yan Bing's hands were clasped in front of her chest, and the black short knife at her lower back was clearly visible. For a moment, Irene worried that after knowing these secrets, she would... be killed!

  With a nervous heart, I heard a cold voice: "My name is roughly given, who specifically is it and whether or not it belongs here, I don't know either. But roughly speaking... who it is doesn't matter, what matters is who you are now."

  Yilin nodded, thinking this sentence made a lot of sense, and she gained another layer of understanding about Shen Lue.

  Yan Bing said, pointing to the mask with her hand, "This mask was by my side when I first discovered it, so... I've been wearing it ever since. As for its aura, I'm not quite sure."

  Unexpectedly, the woman answered Irina's question so easily. However, after answering, many more questions arose, and just as Irina was about to ask them, a cold voice sounded again: "I've answered you, now I have some questions for you."

  Yilin pursed her lips and nodded: "I don't know if there's anything here that can help you."

  "I've noticed the book you're carrying, but is it from the Yi family? Does the book mention the Ice Seal technique?"

  Yilin's expression froze, and she fell into deep thought, recalling the content mentioned by Yan Bing. She finally shook her head: "My traditional Chinese medicine books indeed came from my family, but they don't have what you said." As she spoke, she took out those few books from her luggage and handed them to Yan Bing.

  It is a printed version of an ancient book.

  Yan Bing carefully flipped through each page, Irina stood quietly beside her, and the book was quickly turned over by Yan Bing page by page...

  Suddenly, the hand flipping through the pages stopped, staring at the content in the book, Yan Bing paused for a long time.

  "Did you find what you were looking for?" Irina asked curiously.

  "Here, and here." He said, turning over a few pages of the book, "It's an incomplete chapter."

  Yilin took back the book in dismay. This was a book she had read at least ten times since childhood, how could she have missed the missing chapter?!

  But under Yan Bing's guidance, Yilin did indeed discover the problem, it was just that the technique of breaking was too high, and if one didn't look carefully, they wouldn't notice at all. Not to mention...the descendants of the Yi family had never thought that this book had broken chapters.

  "What's going on?" Irina looked at Yan Bing incredulously, even suspecting that she had seen the original, otherwise how could she find the problem so quickly.

  "Where is the original book?" asked Yan Bing.

  Yilin shook her head: "I've seen all of the estimates from the Yi family, but they're too old and haven't been preserved. If there were... I probably wouldn't have the right to see them either."

  Yan Bing nodded in understanding.

  "Is this what you were looking for me about?" Irin asked curiously, can't these be discussed at ordinary times?

  Yan Bing's gaze turned to Irina and asked after a pause: "Is your stomach uncomfortable?"

  Yilin subconsciously touched her head, shaking it to indicate that there was nothing. However, in her mind, she suddenly recalled the aftermath of mistakenly eating the Gu worm and exclaimed: "You suspect me?"

  "You're in charge of dinner, if anyone in this inn is suspicious, you must have tasted everything. I came... just to ask." Yan Bing saw that Yilin was fine and didn't linger, just about to leave when she was called back by Yilin, turning around to say: "What's up?"

  Yilin stood still for nearly ten seconds, staring at the woman in front of her, before saying: "I... can I take a look at you?"

  "What's wrong?" Yan Bing asked with a cold and gloomy gaze.

  These three words made Irin's heart skip a beat, staring at her, his hand tightly grasping the mask: "I mean... can I see you under the mask?"

  Yan Bing stood still, her eyes deep and profound under the mask, coldly saying: "Why look? Beauty and ugliness are just appearances."

  Yilin was taken aback, not expecting her to say that. She shook her head and explained: "It doesn't matter what you look like. I just... wanted to see your face. After all... you saved me. If in the future... you don't wear a mask anymore, at least... I can recognize you." Yilin said with great effort.

  Yan Bing turned sideways and said coldly: "No."

  Yilin was taken aback and didn't know what these two words represented.

  Yan Bing raised her hand, and for a moment, Irene thought she was going to remove the mask. But her fingers stopped in front of it, saying: "This is my appearance, there will be no day when I take it off."

  What made her so determined?

  Yan Bing asked again, "Is there anything else?"

  Yilin pressed her lips together and shook her head before saying: "That's all, goodnight, thank you for coming to see me especially."

  Yan Bing's eyes paused for a moment, without responding, she just nodded and turned around to open the door and leave.

  Yan Bing walked out of the house, staring at the person sitting quietly on the rooftop in the distance. With a slight movement of her toes, she jumped over and stood lightly behind him, saying: "Thinking of Yezi?"

  Luó waist board straight sitting on the house eaves, such a high position, can clearly see the curved moon hanging in the night sky.

  Luó raised her eyes and looked at Yán Bīng: "You've been talking a lot lately."

  Yan Bing stood still, looking up at the sky, without denying it, and said: "Before, I didn't say anything because there was nothing to say. Now...I want to say that it's because I seem to have remembered something."

  "How is that possible!?"

  "Hmm, it's strange." She looked down at Luo and shook her head to indicate that she didn't understand why either. "It's just some disjointed and fragmented memories."

  Lu stood up and walked closer to Yan Bing, his eyebrows furrowed in concern. "I need to inform Lüe Jie," he said seriously. "She told me that recovering your memories would be too much for your body."

  Yan Bing nodded at Luo: "It's nothing." Turning around, he stood with his back to Luo, his hands casually clasped behind him, resting on the hilt of that short knife. This Yan Bing seemed somewhat different from before in Luo's eyes.

  "What did you remember?" Luo asked curiously.

  Yan Bing raised her head, and the curved moon was reflected in her eyes, as if there was a similar scene in her memory. Under the eaves, a figure stood quietly in the courtyard, looking up at her, but his face couldn't be seen clearly. She sat on the eaves, with her legs bent against the chimney, holding a wine jar in her hands, gazing up at the curved moon in the sky.

  It's just... she can't remember who that person was, whether it was a man or a woman, and even less where it was.

  "I always feel like I don't belong here, but can't find the reason. Qīxì...” Yán Bīng turned around and looked at him, "We've met once before, can you tell me where we met?"

  After Yan Bing left, Irene stood still for a long time, not knowing what she was thinking about. She listed out the things she thought of one by one and wrote them down on paper with a pen. It seemed that only in this way could her thoughts be particularly clear. The places where there were doubts were circled, and the places where no answers could be found were crossed out.

  Soon, a white sheet of paper was filled up, it is like this:

  1. Pulse is not normal, strong action force, even breathing speed — suspicious! Circle.

  Note: According to medical records, people with this pulse can still move and are called living dead - inexplicable!

  2, Ice Seal Technique? — Suspicious! Circle.

  Note: Although there is no record of this in ancient Chinese books, the concept of cryonic preservation has been around for a long time overseas. It involves freezing people who are terminally ill to extend their lifespan until medical technology advances to the point where they can be thawed and treated. — Definitely!

  (This technology... has encountered obstacles in its implementation because the system is too large and cannot be managed later on, and the country does not provide support.)

  Note 2: Are there records in the original ancient books of the Yi family? — Doubtful!

  3, dislike modern high-tech products, dislike eating spaghetti — suspicious! Circle.

  4, attire, temperament, that mask—— suspicious! Circle.

  That dagger behind your back is suspicious!

  Note: Confirmed as Miao Dao - definitely!

  Ever since she saw that short knife, Irina has been searching for a lot of relevant information at home. She always felt that the knife was very familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere before, and should be able to confirm that it was an ancient knife. Later, when she asked her brother, she found out that this style of knife should belong to Miao Dao rather than Japanese knife, with a slightly shorter length.

  6, being in Miao nationality, is it a coincidence or...? — Suspicious! Circle.

  7, for Miao nationality Gu, very understanding — suspicious! Circle.

  :8, Suspicious of Yi family's understanding of ancient books! Circle.

  9, no need for long rest—— suspicious! Circle.

  10, origin unknown, background unclear. — Suspicious! Circle.

  (Irene admitted that she hadn't really seen Yan Bing take action, but the scene of their first meeting had lingered in her mind.)

  11, attitude indifferent — suspicious! Circle.

  After tidying up, Irina seriously read through it once and couldn't help but burst out laughing at this fully filled white paper.

  She was laughing at herself, wondering how she could be so curious about someone. Even feeling a little disappointed with such an understanding, sighing softly, Irina crumpled the paper in front of her and threw it into the trash can.

  "If this is how one can understand a person, I'm ashamed of being a psychologist."

  She turned off the light and the room was plunged into darkness.

  Author's note: When I watched Sherlock Holmes, I remembered that Watson's understanding of Holmes was written on a piece of paper, and at the time I thought it was so cute... So I used it here.

  Sometimes when your thoughts are unclear, writing with a pen can make things much better.

  Don't doubt the development trend of this story, it's all written according to the outline (no myths, no ghosts, no bloodline theory) I'll explain these one by one slowly. As for Yan Bing, who is she? She won't steal the spotlight from the main character, nononono, rest assured that in my mind there are only 2+2 main characters. Because... these are all sideline tasks surrounding the main storyline.

  But playing RPGs, you know that side quests are sometimes very important too _(:3∠)_

  P.S: I've been watching "The Legend of Zhen Huan" recently and it feels pretty good. Have you guys watched it?