Chapter 584 Reality (2)
But he knew this legend. It was just a lie to deceive ghosts into remaining in the Wangchuan River.
He had been subrged for so many years, yet he was still unable to exchange it for an encounter with her.
Ji Yongchuan was willing to be in the river every day, if only he could see her.
The river would repeatedly show him the person he loved the most. It would show him their best sides and their cruelest sides, repeatedly tornting the ghosts in the Wangchuan River.
Countless ghosts fell apart like this.
Every ti Ji Yongchuan was about to break down, he would crawl ashore and drink ng Po’s soup.
ng Po sotis disdained him for drinking too much, and she would refuse to give him any.
Then he would beat her up until she gave it.
For a long ti, the ghosts crossing the bridge would see this bright red scenery.
The ghost king, dressed in a red robe and silver armor, with his black hair tied up high and grasping a wine pitcher filled with ng Po’s soup, sitting next to the Sansheng stone and using his finger to write on the surface.
Ji Yongchuan.
Bai Weiwei.
Two nas, squeezed into every available space.
All ten of his fingers dripped with blood, and the bone can be seen through his badly mutilated flesh.
The scene of the ghost king imrsing himself in the river and staring blankly at the water made it seem like he was longing for soone.
When Bai Wen crossed the Naihe Bridge, he saw Ji Yongchuan staring foolishly at the Sansheng stone. He wrote his na as he drank ng Po soup.
Bai Wen was indifferent and asked ng Po for soup.
ng Po helplessly used her best effort to scoop up a ladle of soup and barely managed to dredge up half a bowl of soup for Bai Wen.
Bai Wen seeing her struggling, said with knitted brows: “Only half a bowl? Do you want to be born half a ghost killing expert?”
How much could he forget with half a bowl?
ng Po gave him an indifferent look. “It’s alright. You have no ties to this world. Your mind is so empty and clear that half a bowl is enough for you to forget everything [2].”
Bai Wen: It felt like she was calling him an idiot.
Bai Wen took the soup and walked over to Ji Yongchuan.
His expression and voice were cold. “Ji Yongchuan.”
Ji Yongchuan ignored him and continued to drink ng Po’s soup.
Bai Wen calmly said: “Give so soup.”
Ji Yongchuan didn’t even turn his head. It was only after he finished drinking a bottle of ng Po’s soup that he managed to rember who the person next to him was.
Then Bai Wen saw him reach out, snatch the half-filled bowl of soup, and drink it down to the last drop.
Bai Wen: “...”
After Ji Yongchuan finished drinking, he continued to write their nas on the Sansheng stone using the bones of his fingers.
Bai Wen could only wait for ng Po to boil more soup. He indifferently watched Ji Yongchuan’s self-inflicted mutilation.
“My niece beca a sacrifice for you. I was going to look for you to take revenge, but seeing you like this, it seems like it’s more painful for you to be alive than for you to have your soul scattered. So I’ll let you be.”
Ji Yongchuan was silent.
Bai Wen waited a few days for the soup to be finished. He was just about to drink when he rembered sothing.
“I was born with the heavenly eye [3], but I never used it in my entire life. The heavenly eye can see through the world and find souls...”
Ji Yongchuan stood up. He gripped Bai Wen’s collar and slamd him against the stone.
His eyes were bloodshot and vicious. “Quickly, quickly look. Where is she?”
Bai Wen held the soup with one hand, afraid that he’d spill it, and didn’t bother to fuss with Ji Yongchuan, this foolish ghost.
With the other hand, he unlocked the seal on his left eye. His eye took on a strange white color.
Suddenly, the white beca a strange blue color.
The blue color gradually turned darker, then returned to the previous white.
Bai Wen frowned, looking puzzled. “Her soul has disappeared. It’s not here. Not in the ghost world, with the immortals, the Buddhas, or the living–there’s no trace of her anywhere. You can’t wait for her, give up.”
Ji Yongchuan’s hope beca despair.
His dark eyes violently trembled.
“I don’t believe it. I didn’t devour her soul. She can’t not be here.”
1: 墨发高束: black hair in either a ponytail or a bun? I’m not sure if this counts, but I’ll take any chance to look at Xiao Zhan’s face (＾་།＾)↩
2: Again, the spirits of the dead drink ng Po’s soup to forget the mories of their previous life before re-entering the reincarnation cycle. But for Bai Wen, who has no ties to people or things in this world, there’s nothing that binds his desires and regrets to his past life. Since he has fewer regrets and desires, he doesn’t need as much soup to forget his mories before being reborn↩
3: 天眼: the heavenly eye, or divine eye. One of five non-corporeal eyes that enlightened beings possess. The heavenly eye can perceive Buddhas, spirits, ghosts, and gods in the heavens.↩
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