Chapter 44

With a cough, Wei Yanchi continued asking, “Where is this place?”

The giant dragon replied, “Deep within your thoughts.”

“So I am dreaming,” Wei Yanchi blurted out almost without pausing. He naturally raised his hand and pinched his earlobe, his gaze calm and indifferent.

“If a person is dreaming normally, they wouldn’t reach this kind of depth. There are only two reasons why I appeared here. One, I’ve been plotted against. Two, I’m here looking for someone. You say you are the guardian spirits of the Wei family bloodline. Then judging by your current state, does it mean I haven’t been plotted against, and I am just here to find him?”

A hint of a smile emerged in the giant dragon’s eyes.

“A very smart little guy. But you are wrong about one thing. The guardian spirit of the Wei family has always been just me from beginning to end. As for them, they are just prisoners locked inside your body. If you die, they die. If you live, they live. Therefore, they cannot betray you.”

The giant dragon’s eyes grew a bit colder.

“But they absolutely cannot be trusted either.”

“Hey, we’re still here,” the landlord grumbled in dissatisfaction.

The ghost bride just smiled gently. Her appearance, hidden under the red veil, was faintly discernible and unclear.

Wei Yanchi’s expression remained as usual.

“Since I’m here to find someone, where is he?”

As soon as this sentence was spoken, the gazes of all the ghosts and monsters looked straight ahead of Wei Yanchi. With this single look, all the buildings blocking the view on the road collapsed to the left and right. However, they didn’t kick up any sky-covering dust. Instead, it was unusually quiet, like a gorgeous movie special effect.

Wei Yanchi looked towards the end of this messy road.

Heavy snow fluttered about, revealing the scenery of the northern country. Buildings with unique styles rose from the ground, and coniferous forests covered the wilderness. He had never been to the northern country, which meant what lay ahead were not his thoughts.

Could it be that man?

The sky full of heavy snow indeed matched him perfectly.

Of course, with such an earth-shattering commotion on Wei Yanchi’s side, how could it not attract the attention of the master of the other subconscious?

Hu Songlin was currently dealing with his wounds. He wasn’t treating them very seriously either. He was simply sitting in the coniferous forest, picking out the bullets with his fingers, and then bandaging himself. It was very painful, but it couldn’t compare to his overflowing interest.

Because of his absolute good luck, he had almost no chance of getting hurt, let alone the chance of being injured by someone else.

This was his first time having such a novel experience, actually getting shot by a gun! Hiss, it really hurts.

His casual bandaging had a 98% chance of getting infected, but he didn’t care, because he was that 2%.

After finishing the bandaging, his body was frozen stiff and numb, and he couldn’t feel much pain. Hu Songlin made a phone call in the name of other internal members to have peripheral members of the club send over some weapons and defensive props. He couldn’t wait and wanted to go back and see if that Mr. Killer still remembered him now.

If he walked right past him, would Mr. Killer draw his gun immediately?

This is simply too interesting!

Hu Songlin smiled. He absolutely must remember me, because what I hate the most are people who have clearly remembered my name but then forget it!

At this moment, an earthquake-like commotion came from ahead, twisting the entire subconscious space for a moment.

Hu Songlin’s expression blanked for a second. He curiously parted the grass to look into the distance.

He saw a young man wearing a very thin school uniform, with delicate and refined features, just walking on the ice and snow like this, completely unafraid of freezing to death.

He looked like another very interesting person, and very familiar. Could it be another person he knew, but someone he had forgotten?

None of this was normal.

But Hu Songlin accepted it perfectly well.

“Hey! You there! Aren’t you afraid of the cold?” Hu Songlin yelled, his voice swallowed up in the vast snowfield.

Wei Yanchi turned to look at him, a trace of surprise flashing in his eyes. Given his level of vigilance, he had actually only just noticed that there was a person here. Moreover, the person was covered in blood, as if he had just been through a murder scene, and the smell of blood was very strong.

Wei Yanchi frowned.

“Who are you?”

Ah, it seems this person doesn’t know him.

“My name is Hu Songlin. You are here looking for someone, right? Who are you looking for? Maybe I can help you.” After saying this, Hu Songlin stopped talking and ran directly in front of Wei Yanchi, looking at him full of malicious interest.

Wei Yanchi took a step back. He thought the person in front of him might be an illusion within the subconscious of the person he was looking for. Because according to his intuition, how else could he feel that the person in front of him sounded so faint and ethereal?

“I am looking for him.”

Wei Yanchi took out a portrait. It was exactly Mr. Killer.

Hu Songlin felt himself getting even more excited.

“What a coincidence, what a coincidence! I am looking for him too. I know where he is. He’s right in the city ahead, possibly still at the intersection!”

“How do you know?” Wei Yanchi asked reflexively.

“Because he almost killed me just now.”

The smile on Hu Songlin’s lips was very innocent.

“But don’t worry, I never hold this kind of grudge. I won’t hold it against him.”

Wei Yanchi raised his eyebrows, feeling that the person in front of him was a lunatic. But in a dream, one couldn’t die, and the appearance of all sorts of abnormal things was also a very normal phenomenon, right?

The two of them set off towards the city together.

After a while, Hu Songlin suddenly asked, “Do you know my name?”

Wei Yanchi gave him a baffled look.

“Hu Songlin.”

“You remember!” Hu Songlin felt like he was going to go crazy with joy. Two people remembered him in one day! He hadn’t been ignored.

“As long as you remember, it’s good. You must always remember. You absolutely must always remember.”

This was indeed a very strange person.

Wei Yanchi couldn’t be bothered to look at him and continued walking forward.

The wind and snow were really heavy, and this snowfield was boundlessly vast, making this small city look like an exquisite castle inside a crystal ball.

Perhaps because Wei Yanchi realized he was dreaming, the ghosts and monsters that had overflowed from his subconscious slowly disappeared. Of course, it was also possible they were dragged back. The Hua Country street across the way was also covered by snow. Anyway, he couldn’t see it clearly.

Xie De, wanting to cry but having no tears, went out of the coffee shop again. He braced himself, determined to kill that little punk and then get out of here.

So what if Gibberish couldn’t locate him?

Couldn’t he look for him himself?

So what if the wind and snow were too heavy?

Is it scarier than ghosts?

He just didn’t believe it. He had shot Hu Songlin twice. Would Hu Songlin really just swallow it and not come back to seek revenge?

The monk can run, but he can’t take the temple with him. [1]

He had to get out of here.

Xie De gave himself a pep talk and bit the bullet, walking in the snow for two minutes. The street was quiet, with absolutely no one around, only the crunching sound of his footsteps on the snow.

But soon, a crunching sound also came from ahead. Xie De looked up, a flash of joy passing through his heart.

Searching high and low to no avail, only to find it effortlessly. Heh, throwing himself right into the line of fire.

Hmm, wait, why is the protagonist next to the villain?

A second before Xie De was about to shoot, Hu Songlin hurriedly yelled.

“As long as I don’t want to die, no matter how much you press me, I won’t die! But I want your answer. As long as you give it, I can fulfill your wish.”

However, Xie De still raised his gun expressionlessly.

Hu Songlin’s voice also pulled Wei Yanchi back from his stupor, and he retreated several steps to the side.

Strange, how did a person suddenly appear next to him?

So how engrossed had he been in looking?

The tips of Wei Yanchi’s ears instantly turned red. When he was drawing based on feeling earlier, he was holding a black pen in his hand, so what he drew was naturally not a colored figure. He had been quite smug about it, thinking he drew very well.

As a result, it was only after seeing the real person that he realized his drawing was simply a pile of pixels.

Silvery-white hair, dark green eyes. On the snowy day of the northern country, on the desolate and uninhabited street, the colors were so rich and vibrant.

Wei Yanchi felt he was struck. There actually really was such a person in the world.

It was just that the person who suddenly appeared next to him was a bit noisy, yelling, “Tell me, one by one, my name, and tell me your names.”

Really very noisy, and it drew the gaze of the person in front of him over.

Wei Yanchi felt baffled and said in a bad tone, “Do I know you?”

As soon as the words fell, Hu Songlin’s face cracked like a statue that had been left out for too long. His whole person looked as if the sky had fallen, trembling all over.

“You were just saying my name, and now you f*cking forgot me!”

A second before he was about to explode.

Xie De narrowed his eyes.

“Hu Songlin.”

The explosion paused, his mind reeling. Hu Songlin immediately looked over, feeling a bit teary-eyed.

However, Xie De didn’t show the slightest leniency. Looking straight at him, his gaze ice-cold, the gun shifted.

“Go to hell.”

As you wish, Hu Songlin closed his eyes.

With a bang, the world collapsed.

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[1] The monk can run, but he can’t take the temple with him (跑了和尚，跑不了寺) – they cannot hide forever.

Rei’s Note:

Honestly, I need some of Hu Songlin’s luck transferred to me xD