Chapter 53: The Heart Demon Suddenly Appears in the Flying Pavilion

  "Hey, Big Brother Ye, looks like your old man is also a big shot! Otherwise, how could one phone call..." Little Ke said in surprise on the side.

  "That old guy, even the provincial discipline inspection commission director dares to impersonate... isn't afraid that mom will find out and scold you when you get home... as a son, you can only ask him for this little favor, but he still dares to want half a pack of special supplies..." Night Yang Jian smiled happily while thinking about his arrogant old dad.

  After things were done, Ye Yangjian took Cui Liang and a few others to find the boss of the big stall, San Shu, and explained the general situation. San Shu slapped his thigh and agreed to come down.

  "Great, just in time! You've really helped me out. Isn't it summer now? Business is booming and I'm too busy to handle it myself. I was just thinking of hiring a few people, but six would be too many for me. How about this? Old Li from the neighboring stall also needs two cooks, so I'll help him out with that. I'll take four and he can have two - problem solved! These young guys are all graduates of cooking school, they must have some basic skills. With a bit of training, they'll be up to speed in no time. With these few apprentices, I can finally relax and be the boss without having to lift a finger! Haha..." Third Uncle chuckled as he sipped his tea.

  "Alright, thank you Third Uncle. I'll take them to find a place to stay first." Night Yang Jian handed over two packs of "Zhonghua cigarettes" and said to Third Uncle... Helping out is just helping out, acquaintances are just acquaintances, but Night Yang Jian has never been lacking in etiquette...

  "Wow! You're so generous with your money, what's the point of coming here? Are you looking for a place to live? As it happens, there's an old lady in our neighborhood who has asked your aunt to rent out a house. It's not bad in all aspects, but it's on the top floor and the old lady can't climb stairs anymore. I think we can rent it to you, it's convenient for commuting too. The price is 1,000 yuan per month, you know how it is with school district houses, the rent is always high." After hesitating for a while, San Shu finally accepted the two packs of Great Wall cigarettes. San Shu then helped Ni Yang Jian find a house.

  "That's it, let's rent that place! We're all young men, we have the energy, and we don't mind climbing stairs!" Cui Liang said excitedly from the side. Being able to get back his confiscated ID, collect his overdue wages, find a job and a house all on the same day was all thanks to Ye Yangjian's help. Xiao Ke and the others were overjoyed...

  After a busy afternoon, Yèyáng Jiàn helped Cuī Liàng and others move house, sort things out, and sign the rental contract. They were busy until after 5 pm. Cuī Liàng and his group didn't start work at Sān Shū's place until tomorrow, so they still had a day off to rest and tidy up. As it was almost dinner time, they thought of inviting Yèyáng Jiàn out for a drink.

  "Liangzi, Xiao Ke, you two haven't settled down for several days either. Now that you've finally moved in, take a rest first. Anyway, we'll all be living in the same neighborhood, there's plenty of time to drink later." However, Ye Yangjian declined with good intentions. He knew that after Liang and his wife paid the rent, they wouldn't have much money left. After saying this, he took out two packs of cigarettes from his pocket and handed them to Xiao Ke...

  "This... Ah! That's alright. Night Big Brother, a great favor doesn't need to be thanked, we'll remember it in our hearts." Cui Liang went up and shook hands with Ye Yang Jian, sincerely saying this to him. Ye Yang Jian chuckled and didn't mind at all.

  "Alright, don't be polite, just do your job well and don't make me lose face. Third Uncle and Third Aunt are very kind, you can rest assured that if there's anything you can't handle on your own, you can come to me and we'll discuss it together..." After finishing speaking, he bid farewell to everyone and turned around to head downstairs and go home.

  Ye Yang Jian walked very quickly as if he was uncomfortable.

  He ran all the way, three steps and two steps, back to his own home, took out the key to open the door, went in and locked it tightly again. The house was not lit, it was only around 6 o'clock. There were still some bright lights outside. But inside the house, it became even darker, the old-fashioned furniture in the living room made the whole room seem to have a dead air...

  No time to turn on the light, Ye Yangjian rushed into the bathroom as soon as he returned home, knelt down and hugged the toilet, vomiting uncontrollably. Until his stomach was empty, he stood up tiredly. He turned on the faucet to rinse off the dirt from the corner of his mouth.

  "Is this blood? The guitarist's blood?" Looking at the faucet, the running water changed from clear to bloody. Yasuyuki's stomach contracted violently.

  "Then who are you? Are you still yourself?" Ye Yang Jian didn't speak. He just silently stared at the mirror in the bathroom, his face already twisted and eerie.

  Some wounds are easy to forget, but some are so hard to remember. Every night, Yèyáng Jiàn would close his eyes and dream of a deserted island, recalling the scene where he and his brothers cried and wailed as they divided up the guitarist's belongings. His stomach had been churning with acid all afternoon. This wasn't the first time it had happened. After flushing away the filth in the toilet, Yèyáng Jiàn pulled out a tactical knife with a leather strap and scabbard from his backpack and inserted it into his waistband. He drew it out again, reinserted it, testing the angle, before finally sitting down calmly in the corner of the room. Without turning on the light, he sat there, a guitar and cigarettes by his side...

  At the time of the troops, he would wake up in such a nightmare every night. After sitting up and seeing other comrades sleeping beside him in the barracks, his heart would be much more at ease. He could smoke a cigarette and continue to sleep. Those brothers were his only support. Yang Jian had once stubbornly believed that as long as the nine of them were together, the guitarist was still intact by their side. After leaving the troops, he didn't dare live with his parents, so he asked his father for this old house. Because he knew that his psychology had already shown serious illness. It seemed as if some strange power was controlling him, and he was suppressing it, although he tried very hard, but the change was only a matter of time, just didn't know when it would erupt...

  In the dead of night, Ye Yang Jian sat in the corner of the room on the floor, with a tactical knife stuck behind his back. The whole house was dimly lit, with only one small table lamp turned on. The old guitar lay in his arms. A ancient and distant melody flowed from Ye Yang Jian's fingertips. Looking at a flickering shadow on the wall, Ye Yang Jian spoke up...

  "Why are you always following me? What do you want?" Yè Yáng Jiàn asked the shadow on the wall.

  "I think you shouldn't suppress your desires. Have some fun..." A low, raspy voice that seemed to come from hell itself suddenly echoed from behind.

  "I'm not suppressing myself, I know who I am and what I'm doing. So please leave!" Ye Yang Jian plucked the strings of his guqin, saying without even lifting his head.

  "...Ha ha... Do you think you can escape like this? Yasuaki Nishio? This resistance is futile, it's in vain..." The hoarse voice let out a piercing laughter...

  "I can try, I'm willing to try, I don't want to fall like this, I have my life, I don't like drinking blood at all!" Night Yang Jian lit a cigarette and slowly exhaled a ring of smoke.

  "Hey... don't fool yourself, don't you miss that taste? Salty, so delicious......" The hoarse and tempting voice of the shadow spread around Yang Jianye, and Yang Jianye's heart moved, but fortunately he suppressed that primitive desire in time.

  "I can quit, really, there's nothing I can't do, only things I don't want to do. Don't come again, I don't like you..." Yeyang Jian said with his teeth clenched, staring at the shadow on the wall, unaware that his eyes had already started to bleed...

  "Haha, Ye Yang Jian, you know? I like watching you deceive yourself. Bloodlust is just like taking drugs, it's addictive. Don't suppress yourself, desires are guiltless..." The shadow said in a mournful tone.

  "I am a human! I will never be swayed by your temptations!" Night Yang Jian's face twisted and distorted, his voice low and hoarse.

  “Hah, what's it to you? Do you think you still have the ability to resist me now? Hah... go ahead! My child, enjoy your most sumptuous dinner yet... hahahahaha..." The shadow laughed in a hoarse voice.

  "You know I'll find a way, you know!" Yoruhi Ken said as he reached back with his right hand to touch the combat knife.

  "Do you have a way out? You can't do anything, but when you were on the deserted island, that was my favorite look of yours. Do you know that? Hehe, your country abandoned you, look at you now, can you go back to how you used to be? Ga ga, what's the point even if you go back? Serve me... You, this deadly silent worm, miss that taste, those flesh and blood can make you stronger... Hahaha... Desire, awaken your desire... Ga ga..." Accompanied by that hoarse and piercing laughter, Night Yang Jian drew out his tactical knife and rushed out of the bedroom...

  The next morning, Ye Yangjian woke up from the floor with a drowsy eye, went to the bathroom as usual, and saw the remaining bloodstains on his mouth in the mirror. Ye Yangjian smiled self-deprecatingly, opened the faucet, slowly washed it clean, and kicked away a dead cat that had been bitten to pieces on the ground. Ye Yangjian was very clear in his heart that he had already begun to show symptoms of hemophilia...

  "My life can only be controlled by me!" Yang Jian said firmly, washing his face with cold water and watching the bloodshot eyes slowly disappear. Yang Jian changed into a new set of clothes and walked out the door.

  Ye Yang Jian sat on the old leather sofa in the living room, smoking several cigarettes with his head down, and it seemed that his situation was more serious than he had imagined. Auditory hallucinations, visual hallucinations. The most frightening thing is that every night he can actually talk to his own shadow. After thinking about it carefully, he still decided to take action immediately to solve his own problems, otherwise he feared that he would never be able to return to a normal life...

  Ye Yang Jian first made a phone call to Ye Wen Zhong...

  "Hey! Dad, what's up... good morning..." Yèyáng Jiàn dialed the phone and first asked a good morning.

  "Huh? So early in the morning, what's the big idea of looking for my handsome dad? Being so polite? No news is good news, no need to be so eager. Isn't it just a business deal? Already lost everything so soon? You stinky kid, only two days!..." Ye Xun received a call from Ye Yangjian early in the morning and was secretly delighted, without asking what's going on, he started scolding his son left and right. He had always enjoyed doing this.

  "What's up! Did you hear me? I need a ride, is your motorcycle still available?"

  "What, what, what? You dare to have ideas about your uncle's car? Want my car? Don't even think about it. No money, no car..." Ye Wen Zhong was scolding on the other side, he is a person who loves his car like his life.