Chapter 47: Sorrowful Departure

  Wu La panicked, stretching out both hands desperately trying to wipe away the wet thing, Yan Feng also helped her, but the more they wiped, the more it couldn't be cleaned, until later her neck became increasingly wet and red, as if Wu La's own blood was constantly gushing out, accompanied by a "crack" sound, Wu La's head twisted eerily to one side.

  Yan Feng stood beside Wula and clearly saw her head fall off like it had been chopped, revealing the blurry flesh and blood on the edge of the blade.

  He subconsciously reached out to support her head, and in an instant, he understood the feeling of Cui Meng back then, that kind of fear of holding one's own head, afraid it would fall off.

  "Yan Feng, I'm going to die!" Wu La cried out softly and her body went limp in Yan Feng's arms.

  Yan Feng held her head with one hand and wrapped his other arm around her, a bad premonition causing his entire body to bend down, holding Ula's body on the ground.

  He anxiously looked up at Mrs. Cui, wanting the old lady to save Wula, but saw that she struggled to lift her hand and then weakly put it down again. Yanfeng knew that the old lady couldn't save Wula, no one could save her now, and his heart ached greatly.

  "Yan Feng, I'm going to die! Save me, save me, I don't want to die!" Wula repeated.

  "Don't be afraid! I'm here, I'm here." The swallow wind was powerless, and could only softly comfort, although this was of no use at all.

  Ula's blood flowed more and more, wetting Yanfeng's chest, making him feel like his own blood was about to run out. Ten years ago, due to a dispute, he didn't go with her to the second floor of the mountain, resulting in Ula's disappearance.

  Ten years later, he was by her side, but still couldn't save her. Ten years a cycle, but the ending is always the same!

  "In the First Bank of Original Water, I deposited a passbook with your birthday as the password. On it is recorded every person in this human chain; if you need to use it, take it."

  "Wu La seemed to have realized something, grasped Yan Feng's hand and spoke as if trying to prove that he was still alive. And wanted to confess his doings before death, telling Yan Feng the truth."

  A normal person would have died in her state long ago, possibly because she absorbed some of the tea tray's magical power, and also because her head and body belonged to different people, so she could still remain sober.

  "Ula, don't talk."

  "No, I'll tell you. Wang Lizi and Xiaolan were killed by Cui Meng, not me." Her head tilted again.

  It's about to fall off my neck, "But others are killed by me because they came to force me to speed up the plan to switch back bodies, but that has already been ruined by Cui Meng."

  "They won't listen to my explanation, they just keep pressuring me - I - I also hate their existence - that proves I'm a monster!"

  Yan Feng stroked Wu La's hair, not saying a word. Just listening. Xiao Lan? Cui Meng's lover from back then? That's right, she was the first to go missing that year, saying she was going to find Cui Meng and then disappeared. Maybe Cui Meng's corpse is actually her body.

  So he would be a man with a woman's body. Later, all the men in the village went to find the missing Xiaolan, but no one came back, presumably it was like this, one by one, lined up in the cave and swapped bodies.

  "But after Cui Meng killed someone, it was me who deliberately exposed the body." Wula smiled lightly, "Because he harmed me, I also want to harm him."

  I spent ten years finding every person, every link in the human chain. We agreed to reverse the program and take back our own bodies. But he found out, so he killed Wang Lihua.

  Killing Xiao Lan, destroyed my hope from both ends of the human chain. I'm so stupid, even if he didn't have such a strong witchcraft power and couldn't see what I was doing, I should have guessed that Xiao Lan would tell him.

  Among these people, only his body was not found, how could he let us do this? He must be destroyed! Xiao Lan has been searching for him for so many years and loves him so much. How can we hurt him for our sake? But Xiao Lan is also foolish.

  "Look, women are stupid. She can't imagine that the person she's been searching for twenty years would kill her! The one she loves with all her heart will kill her! Before this, she even told me that it doesn't matter if it's a man or a woman, as long as they love each other, it's fine. Haha, really stupid. We're all too stupid."

  This passage is too long, Wula started coughing, and every time she coughed, her head shook violently. By the time she finished speaking, her head was spinning dizzily.

  Holding her body that was gradually cooling down due to blood loss, Yanfeng knew she was running out of time, and he had many things to say in his heart, but Wula kept talking non-stop.

  "Chui Meng did not think that he could use his magical powers to detect my movements, but if I was careful, I could also track him without letting him know."

  I didn't understand why he wanted to bury the corpse in a farmhouse courtyard, but I used my special ability to loosen the ground and let the corpse swell out. I didn't mean to scare Cheng Ling, it was her bad luck that she moved there.

  I originally wanted the corpse to appear in the courtyard, but since someone moved into the old house, I might as well let people think it's a ghost.

  She smiled again, and blood gushed out of her mouth. "That's... the way I enter your dreams. A pinch of magical herbs, a pinch of mental control ability, and Cheng Ling appeared with an illusion. She's much easier to deal with than you are. Your spiritual power is too strong, every time I have to use a lot of strength to make you dream of me."

  As for Xiaolan, Cui Meng thought she was asking him to return his body, so he killed her and buried her. Then I dug up Xiaolan and threw her under the balcony of Cheng Ling's house.

  This time - I did it on purpose, I wanted to scare her to death, so I gave her a strong hallucination and auditory illusion. Who let you be so gentle with her? I've been spying on you for many years, only to see you treat her differently.

  I don't want you to fall in love with someone else, I won't let you, you are mine! You are mine!

  Her head fell off completely, and Yan Feng panicked, dropping his body to hold her head. Because her head had just left her body, the remaining special ability was still supporting her speech: "Yan Feng, love me, don't forget me - if you don't love me - I have nothing left in this world - I haven't lived."

  Swallow breeze, swallow breeze, love me?

  Yan Feng couldn't say a word, he just nodded. He loved, he would love, forcing himself to love too. His existence would prove that Ula had lived, she had nothing but him.

  Ten years ago, he said he wouldn't let her get hurt, but he couldn't protect her. Ten years later, he said he wanted to save her and give her a new life, but he still didn't make it! Why? Why can't he save her?! Why doesn't heaven give him one more minute to tell Wura what's in his heart, his guilt, his regret, his debt?!

  The head in his arms no longer made a sound, Yan Feng sat there covered in blood, feeling Ling move quietly over to him.

  "I'm fine." He said stiffly, his eyes stinging, but unable to squeeze out a single tear.

  It seemed as if a part of his body had been torn away, not love, but the life he used to live, the time he spent in the past, all disappeared in front of this dark reality.

  "Is it over now?" he asked Mrs. Choi as he stood up.

  The old man shook his head and sighed, "It's just the beginning, child, it's just the beginning. There are even more difficult things waiting for you in the back, otherwise the consequences..." She glanced at the silent guillotine.

  That head looked like it had completely died, the tea tray under the head melted into a black sticky liquid and then merged into a ball, connected to the neck of the severed head, as if it were a new piece of rotting flesh.

  Swallowing his anger, he grabbed the gun and aimed at the executioner. The old man rushed to stop him but fell heavily on the ground after taking only one step, holding up his withered hand, unable to speak, and begging him with his eyes.

  The swallow looked at the old man, then at the guillotine, his hand trembling as he grasped the trigger, hesitating whether to pull it.

  It was this guillotine that had killed so many people, and the old man was the one who had set up this trap. It wasn't them, the mother and son, how could Ula have died? How could he not have been freed even in death? But looking at the old man's face, his flustered and eager-to-please expression after doing something wrong, the hands that had caught countless criminals were shaking.

  Lingrong rushed over and helped the old man up. "How about listening to what he has to say?" she asked softly, her heart conflicted.

  Wu La died in front of Yan Feng, which was the most terrifying thing for her, because when Yan Feng raised his head for a moment, she knew he was rejecting her.

  She had heard their story, and she knew that the love was already dead, but Yan Feng was such a sentimental and righteous man, so he would feel indebted to Wu La, and would use the method of sealing his heart to alleviate his conscience.

  What did he owe to Wula, after all? Everything was just a play of fate, but today Yanfeng had to bear everything. She finally got close to his heart, now he locked her out again.

  Such a man, although clumsy in emotions, is too rare. So she, though afraid, made up her mind to slowly walk into his innermost heart and bring sunlight to him. Or wait for him to come out of the gloom himself.

  "Since things haven't ended, it's not wrong to calmly listen to the explanation." Her gaze swept across Yan Feng's face, feeling his eyes shrink slightly, intentionally avoiding her. Wu La had kissed her before he died, and now he was starting to distance himself from her.

  Under her pure and clear gaze, Yan Feng finally put down his gun.

  The old man, due to weakness and anxiety, was speechless for a long time before sighing and pointing at Cui Meng: "I'm not stopping you from killing my son. His body is gone, all the sensations in his head are lost, he's fundamentally... not considered alive."

  "He's just a child, you have to understand that his consciousness still relies on the power of witchcraft to exist. I sealed him away, if you break the seal, I don't know what will happen."

  "Grandma Li, I'm a police officer, I don't believe in these things." said Yan Feng, but he couldn't help feeling a little suspicious. What was the deal with these mind-controlling spells and incantations that could harm people? After all, research on psychology and spiritual studies were still in their infancy.

  The old man smiled bitterly, "Believe me just once."

  His expression reminded Yan Feng of what Cui Meng had said to him when he was still Rong Yi: As long as there is a slight variation or evolution within the human body, it will give people terrifying powers that transcend their own bodies, and can even be said to be evil powers.

  At that time, Gu Long joked about Spider-Man, Superman and the Fantastic Four. Now he knows that Rong Yi's words at the time had a deeper meaning.