Past Events (2)

  Things have come to this point, Fang Zhiling still holds a glimmer of hope. The deeper the love, the more painful it is. Fang Zhiling's pain is no less than He Yichu's.

  Upon hearing Fang Zhi Ling's inquiry, He Yi Chu slowly turned his head around, his tone icy cold: "I did this merely to provoke you, just like how I treated the Jiang mother and daughter - they were nothing but two little demons I found, mere tools for provoking you. And... my so-called son and wife... they too are nothing but small demons, only because they've stayed in this human world for too long, they've developed a bit of human sentiment. Heh heh, but as for you... Fang Zhi Ling, don't you have a heart?"

  He Yizhu's eyes were filled with a hint of tears, staring fixedly at Fang Zhihuan, as if wanting to get an impossible answer from him.

  "I understand now... from start to finish, I was just a tool for you to get close to my sister, wasn't I?"

  "Zhi...Ling..." Fang Zhi raised his eyes and looked at Fang Zhi Ling, choking with sobs.

  "Towards......, it has been from the start." Perhaps Fang Zhen was trying to explain something, but instead he ruthlessly spoke out the most cruel fact.

  Actually, I think Fang Zhiyan is more pitiful than Fang Zhiling. Those who have never slept are always more miserable than those who have fallen asleep. Ge Fei stood beside me, not saying a word. I saw him open his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something, but he swallowed it back in the face of this scene.

  Following Ge Fei's hysterical and violent behavior yesterday, I thought he would definitely take the opportunity to tear He Yichu into pieces, especially at this time, it was the perfect timing for a sneak attack. But Ge Fei's reaction now has left me very surprised, his calm expression is somewhat unlike him.

  "Let's go out first." Just as I was watching with great interest, Ge Fei's hand suddenly landed on my shoulder. Before I could react, he dragged me out along with my bag, and also pulled out Xiao Fangzi who was crying bitterly beside him. Finally, the door was slammed shut with a bang.

  I was very dissatisfied and puzzled, struggling free while asking Ge Fei: "Old Master Ge, aren't you always very gossipy?"

  "When did I gossip?" Ge Fei's face turned black, and his expression was even uglier than if he had eaten feces.

  After finishing, he asked Xiaofang with a curious face: "Eh eh eh, what's going on? You must know, right? I saw you crying and sobbing just now..."

  Haha... I'm really embarrassed, who said they weren't gossiping just now? However, I also want to know, so I stared at Xiaofangzi without blinking.

  The young Xiao Fang's face, still tender and childlike, was overlaid with an incongruous air of weariness. He shook his head and sighed, "What injustice... what injustice..." Then, he lifted the sleeve of his red robe to wipe away non-existent tears, continuing to lament: "It's truly unjust, it's truly a sin..."

  "What the f**k are you doing?! Stop nagging! Spit it out, or I'll make your soul fly away!" Ge Fei's personality was really unstable, his temper flared up as fast as the speed of light. Just a moment ago he was all smiles, but now he looked like he had swallowed explosives.

  Xiao Fangzi's pale face turned even whiter, and I subconsciously took a step back. Since everyone was taking a step back from me, I figured I should put on a show too. I gave Ge Fei a cold glance and said irritably, "What are you doing? He's just a kid, it's inevitable that he speaks slowly. Why yell at him? Can't you speak nicely?"

  After finishing speaking, I looked down at Xiaofangzi, who had a face of approval, as if the one who had just let out a long sigh was not him. With an air of righteousness and confidence, he said: "Exactly, I'm just a kid."

  Ge Fei's face turned pale: "I'm saying... do you want to reincarnate or spend the rest of your life stuck in that mansion?"

  At this moment, the three of us are standing in a dimly lit corridor, talking about reincarnation or not, it's really scary. Although there are many strange things around me now, I'm still quite afraid if some unfamiliar monsters appear again.

  Xiao Fangzi's eyebrows slightly furrowed, and then she began to speak slowly...

  Originally, the Fang family had spiritual powers for generations, but for some reason, it disappeared from the generation of Little Fang's grandfather. Fortunately, at that time, there were no monsters or ghosts, so the Fang family didn't think much of it. They lived a peaceful life, quietly passing their days.

  Until that year, among the twin sisters born to Fang's family, the elder sister actually possessed spiritual power and was not to be underestimated. Moreover, she was a late-born daughter, so Fang Junru doted on her excessively. When Fang Zhiwan was five years old, he sent her to his close friend He Lan Yuze's home every day to learn Taoist skills, and also made Fang Zhiwan worship He Lan Yuze as her master. From then on, Fang Zhiwan became acquainted with He Lan Ye, and they grew up together, innocent and carefree. Later, when they grew up, they got engaged.

  But no one had expected that in Fang Zhiyan's 16th year, the 18-year-old He Lan Ye would suddenly die. It was said that he died at the hands of a zombie, and his death was extremely tragic. No one knew why he had died.

  Only Fang Zhihuan knew that the truth was clear in her heart, because they had offended someone they shouldn't have, not... a zombie. Lying on the bed, Fang Zhihuan's face was as pale as death, and everyone thought she was traumatized by He Lan Ye's death, but no one knew that it was only part of the reason.

  Zhi Wang stared blankly at the ancient red jade on her bedside table, which seemed like a lotus flower stained with blood. It made Zhi Wang feel afraid, for this piece of jade was given to her by a ghost, and it was... their token of love.

  Zhi Pan slowly closed his eyes, tears streaming down the corners of his eyes as he recalled the tragic scene of He Lan's death that night, gradually sinking into memories.

  Three months ago, Fang Zhi and He Lan heard that a zombie had appeared in Qing'an Town near Chengdu, so they planned to go and capture the zombie, which would make them famous. Their youth and hot-bloodedness made them eager to become the best in their field.

  Then, Fang Zhi and He Lan Ye secretly ran to Qing'an Town without telling their parents. Originally confident, they found that things were not as simple as they thought when they arrived. Because several old Taoist priests who went to catch the zombie had died unjustly.

  Fang Zhi was a bit apprehensive in his heart, but He Lan Ye was different. He was a man and still so young and vigorous. Even after hearing about this matter, he still didn't have the intention of giving up.

  That night, around eight or nine o'clock, the bright moon hung high in the sky. Fang suddenly realized that he was walking along the moat of Qing'an Town with a lot on his mind. Since it was the Mid-Autumn Festival, there were still many people by the moat, and among them were some handsome men and beautiful women.

  The anxious mood was like a five-flavored miscellaneous pot, with sourness, sweetness, bitterness and spiciness all in it. Looking at the sparkling river lanterns, Zhi Pan didn't know whether he should accompany He Lan Ye to continue on or not. After all... their own strength, she was still very clear about it. With just the two of them, they might not even have a chance to make a move before being killed by that zombie. But He Lan Ye didn't think so, in his opinion, where there's a will, there's a way, and with determination, anything can be achieved.

  "Little girl, why are you looking so worried? Did your boyfriend die?" He Yichu appeared at this moment, with his arms around him, smiling at Zhi Pan.

  Her heart was already uneasy, and with He Yichu being so unscrupulous, she got angry. Her beautiful eyes glared at He Yichu as she scolded: "Your boyfriend just died! Are you crazy?"

  "Huh, your boyfriend isn't dead, so why do you look so worried? Did your parents die?" He Yichu spoke very rudely, but his face wore a harmless smile.

  Zhi Pan thought the person in front of her was a psychopath, really a psychopath. She glared at him fiercely and turned to leave immediately. She didn't want to talk to someone with an abnormal brain, whose words were curses against others' parents. Such people couldn't be good, although her own mother had died giving birth to her and her sister, she wouldn't allow anyone to speak like that.

  At that time, she probably didn't think that for more than thirty years later, she would have an inextricable and complicated relationship with this neurosis.

  The Zhongyuan Festival, also known as the Ghost Festival, is a time when the streets are filled with people coming and going, and naturally, there will be some things that don't belong to this world mixed in. Zhi Wang has been used to seeing them since she was young, so she doesn't think much of it. She's just anxious to hurry to Lao Nong's house, as she snuck out on her own, and if He Lan Ye can't find her, he'll definitely be worried.

  But she never thought that when she rushed back, she saw He Lan Ye kissing a girl passionately. In front of the temple with lanterns, He Lan Ye tightly hugged the girl.

  Tears of longing flashed in her eyes, but she didn't make a sound. After the girl warmly bid farewell to He Lan Ye, she slowly walked over and placed her hand on his shoulder, calling out to him in her usual gentle tone: "He Lan Gege."

  Perhaps because of a guilty conscience, He Lan was startled in the middle of the night and stuttered as she asked her: "Zhi Pan, when did you come back?"

  She tried to suppress the pain in her heart and replied faintly: "Just got back, I..."

  "Where did you run to? Don't you know today is the Zhongyuan Festival? The day when the gates of hell are wide open." Zhi Pan was about to ask something, but before she could finish speaking, He Lan Ye hastily asked.

  The words that had reached the tip of her tongue were swallowed back, and she smiled lightly: "I'm going to the city moat, where many people are releasing river lanterns." As she spoke, Zhi Pan slowly walked towards the old farmhouse.

  "Haven't you encountered anything strange? Like... zombies or something?" He Lan Ye hurriedly followed up, asking as they walked.

  Zhī Pàn é Méi wēi cù: "Qí guài de shì er dào shì méi yù shàng, jiù shì yù dào le yī gè shén jīng bìng..."

  Translation:

  Zhi Pan E's eyebrows slightly frowned: "Strange things haven't happened, but I've met a neurotic..."

  "Is he mentally ill? Then why didn't you beat him?" Looking at Zhi Wang's expression, He Lan Ye thought that she must have encountered some kind of scoundrel.

  She didn't have the mood to talk to him about these things, her mind was still filled with the image of He Lan Ye holding that girl just now. She shook her head lightly and said "No". After a pause, she couldn't help but ask: "Who was that girl just now?"

  Upon hearing this, He Lan's face turned pale and he stuttered: "Y-you... did you just see that?" Before Zhi Pan could respond, he explained: "Her name is Qing Er..."