Chapter 55#
The Storyteller (Part 7)#
[Classification Section: King of Stories]
[Ghost Name: Male Owner of Luohu Mansion]
[Ghost Level: B]
[Overview: He was dismembered by his wife. It turned out that every sentence of the bloody bedtime story he had told before was a reflection of his own ending.
Salome kissed the head of John the Baptist and thus obtained eternal love; his head was placed by the window by his wife, and from then on, he knew that love is a cycle of desire and fear.]
A continuous stream of spiritual value seeped into the small silver magazine. Ye Sheng’s eyes became more and more strange, the blood color beautiful and crazy.
He didn’t know if it was his illusion—when the magazine was filled with spiritual value, his body seemed to be under pressure as well. The nerves in his brain throbbed, his lungs ached, and there was a sweet taste of blood in his throat.
Fortunately, Ye Sheng was used to pain. He swallowed the blood and remained expressionless. When the male owner’s head completely turned into blood and merged into the bottom of the lake, Ye Sheng decisively and quickly pulled out the magazine.
His hair and clothes were soaked with water. He sat alone on the boat, panting slightly, his expression like frost. Without the suction of the “tentacles,” the boat continued to move forward.
The moonlight was bright, the summer wind was cool, and the insects lurking in the grass on both sides of the dark river chirped melodiously and long, like illustrations in a children’s picture book.
The boat was damaged and couldn’t pass under the bridge.
Ye Sheng was a little exhausted now and didn’t get up immediately.
“Need help?” A cold, emotionless voice came.
Ye Sheng looked up from the boat.
He found that Ning Weichen had already come out of the haunted house and was standing by the river, his lips curled up, looking down at him. There was no smile in his peach blossom eyes.
Ye Sheng lowered his eyes, wiped the water from his face, and said, “No need.” He wanted to stand up from the boat, but the boat was already damaged and full of holes.
The moment he stood up, the wooden board under his feet broke.
Ye Sheng was slightly stunned.
Ning Weichen’s expression was indifferent. He reached out and grabbed his wrist, lending him strength, and brought him to the lawn.
Ye Sheng was safe on the shore: “Thank you.”
Ning Weichen was noncommittal about his thanks. After a long time, he smiled slightly, his gaze lingering on his eyebrows and eyes thoughtfully, and asked with a soft laugh: “Ye Sheng, if you don’t want me to interfere in anything, then what was the purpose of bringing me to Luohu Mansion?”
These days, their relationship had been very harmonious.
One pretended to be obedient, the other pretended to be blind. Ye Sheng hadn’t faced Ning Weichen’s real danger for a long time.
He had two reasons for asking Ning Weichen to come to Luohu.
One reason was that he and Ning Weichen were already in a cooperative relationship, and he didn’t want to hide the clues about the King of Stories from Ning Weichen. The other reason was that if the Bureau of Paranormal Affairs was alerted, Ning Weichen’s presence would save him all the trouble.
Half trust, half use.
He knew that Ning Weichen didn’t like him acting alone, but besides wanting to hide his own secrets, he was more concerned about not letting Ning Weichen get into danger. Ning Weichen didn’t like missions and even said he was afraid of ghosts.
There was no need for this young master to take action for things he could solve alone.
Ye Sheng thought for a moment and explained calmly: “After I broke the apple peel, I saw a ghost in the mirror. The ghost brought me into the mirror. The situation was urgent, and I didn’t have time to react.”
He wasn’t lying, just omitting some details to blur the facts.
Turning himself from “active” to “passive.”
Ning Weichen smiled lightly upon hearing this, his peach blossom eyes full of affection, his tone cool and careless: “Baby, are you playing word games with me?”
“……”
Ye Sheng came to his senses and just wanted to curse.
Why did he subconsciously “explain”?
Letting a person who was least used to acting “deceive” a person who was best at creating scripts was simply asking for humiliation.
So why did he have to make things difficult for himself in front of Ning Weichen?
Ye Sheng didn’t speak again and looked at him indifferently.
There was still a faint hint of red in the depths of his eyes, and the atmosphere seemed to have returned to the tense night in carriage 44.
Ning Weichen said softly: “It’s really sad, baby. I thought there was a little bit of trust between us.” But he immediately smiled ambiguously and said lightly: “Forget it, it’s good to have some concealment. If you really told me everything, I’m afraid I’d get even sicker.”
Sick…
Ye Sheng had been getting along with him like a brother for so long, and tonight he suddenly wanted to be frank and ask some things clearly.
“Ning Weichen,” Ye Sheng called his name and stated calmly: “I remember when we first got off the train, you didn’t plan to see me again, right?”
Ning Weichen: “Yes.”
Ye Sheng: “That night at the Qin family’s mansion when we met Luo Xingyan, you helped me cover up because you didn’t want me to get involved with the Bureau of Paranormal Affairs.”
Ning Weichen smiled: “Yes, continue.”
Ye Sheng: “Everything you did before, rather than helping me live a stable life, was more about wanting me to stay away from your world. You rejected me, why?”
Ning Weichen said lightly: “I told you the reason on the second day of the train. I’m sick.”
Ye Sheng: “So your illness is cured now?”
Ning Weichen looked at him deeply and smiled, curling his lips: “Not yet, brother.”
A strange sense of irritability suddenly surged in Ye Sheng’s heart. This irritability burned with the suppressed fire in his heart that had never been extinguished. His brain was both crazy and calm, completely violating the instincts of suspicion and doubt endowed by Yinshan.
Ye Sheng said: “Don’t you want my trust? Fine, I’ll tell you what happened tonight—the Fetus Girl is in my body, so I can use her skills. I used Entering the Mirror and Spirit Calling to kill Song Zhang. I’m done, it’s your turn. Ning Weichen, tell me clearly, what kind of illness is it?”
Ning Weichen stood there stunned, apparently not expecting Ye Sheng to be so direct. He looked at him with cold, deep eyes, his lips pressed into a thin line.
Ye Sheng’s expression was very calm, so calm that it seemed he wasn’t talking about himself.
“I don’t like to be indebted. You’ve helped me a lot, and I don’t want to owe you any more favors without knowing it.”
“Ning Weichen, is your illness related to me?”
Although it was a question, his tone was very certain.
Ning Weichen was silent for a long time before chuckling: “More or less.” His tone was soft, it was unclear whether he was speaking for Ye Sheng to hear or for himself.
“Getting close to you is really playing with my life.”
Ye Sheng was taken aback: “Huh?”
Ning Weichen suddenly leaned down, and only then did Ye Sheng see that his expression was very wrong. The eyes that had always been full of affection and smiles were now as cold as ice, and a layer of purple like a smoky veil floated over his black pupils, making him look both demonic and devilish.
“I can’t have too many emotional fluctuations.”
Ning Weichen said.
“I was implanted with an anomaly since I was a child, and I still can’t fully control its power.”
“Whether it’s anger or happiness, as long as it crosses a certain line, I will lose control.”
Ning Weichen leaned close to his ear, the breath he exhaled was both ambiguous and dangerous: “You don’t want to see me lose control, brother.”
Ye Sheng was stunned under the moonlight, apparently not expecting Ning Weichen’s illness to be this.
On the train, Ning Weichen said he had a special type of personality disorder and couldn’t get along with people normally. Ye Sheng didn’t take it to heart.
Because Ning Weichen’s subsequent performance made Ye Sheng feel that if Ning Weichen couldn’t get along with people, then no one in the world could.
His illness was actually not being able to have emotional ups and downs… So Ning Weichen had been able to control his joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness for so many years, and only started to make mistakes when he met him?
Ning Weichen said: “I always lose control when I meet you.”
“My emotional fluctuations are quite abnormal right now.”
Ning Weichen said: “At first, I was angry that you acted alone regardless of the danger. Later, I didn’t know how to describe it. I was very happy that you were willing to tell me your secret, but I was also sad… that you were just trying to get information out of me.”
Ye Sheng reached out and pressed his chest, stopping him from getting closer. After clearing his thoughts, he finally understood Ning Weichen’s ever-changing attitude.
Luo Xingyan had tried to stir up trouble in the haunted house, saying that if Ning Weichen really cared, he wouldn’t just show up at the haunted house in the evening. Ye Sheng didn’t think it was a provocation at the time, but it was because his relationship with Ning Weichen was originally a plastic friendship, and there was no need to be clingy. But in the eyes of outsiders, they were in the “honeymoon phase,” and Ning Weichen was on vacation in Huaicheng and had a lot of free time, so such a casual attitude was very suspicious.
Ye Sheng: “…What happens when you lose control?”
Ning Weichen said: “I get a little thirsty.”
Ye Sheng was a little annoyed, although he didn’t know what he was annoyed about. He grabbed the clothes on Ning Weichen’s shoulder: “You have this illness, and you still get involved with me. Is your brain flooded?”
Ning Weichen suddenly laughed nonstop: “No. Actually, I drew a lot of lines for myself at the beginning, like breaking up with you after getting off the train, and never seeing you again after leaving Huaicheng. But even heaven wants to tie us together.”
Ye Sheng: “Even if we are wanted by the Anomaly Empire, we can go our separate ways! How are you now?”
“I can’t go. If I go, the Bureau of Paranormal Affairs will use you as bait.” Ning Weichen’s hand suddenly grabbed Ye Sheng’s wrist, the heat from his fingertips burning Ye Sheng’s skin. “Ye Sheng, are you worried about me?”
Ye Sheng said: “I don’t want to owe you any favors.”
Ning Weichen watched him quietly for a long time, a casual smile on his lips: “Okay, then help me.”
It was the first time Ye Sheng had become the source of someone’s “illness,” and he really felt like cursing.
“How can I help?”
Ning Weichen chuckled lightly, his eyes filled with an unknown emotion. He suddenly pressed Ye Sheng’s shoulder with his other hand. There was a slight height difference between them. When they got close, their breaths and auras were like a mist, the heat intermingling in the cold wind.
Ye Sheng watched as that handsome face approached inch by inch, his pupils widening in an instant.
The last time he was ambushed by Ning Weichen in the haunted house. Other than that, he had never thought of being intimate with anyone in his life.
Ye Sheng was a person with a very strong sense of personal space. He didn’t like being approached or touched, because his body’s instinct for this kind of intimate behavior was violence, rejection, and irritability.
Like a lion whose territory has been invaded.
…But Ning Weichen got involved in this mess all for himself.
Damn it.
Ye Sheng swallowed his curses and subconscious actions, frowning and stepping back.
Ye Sheng was not at all infected by this ambiguous environment. He was just so awkward that his scalp tingled. He tried to calm down and said, “Ning…”
Ning Weichen used force again, grabbing his shoulder and approaching. His peach blossom eyes were blurred by the moonlight to the extreme of ambiguity, and his long, dense eyelashes almost poked his face.
At this moment, Ye Sheng’s physical instincts and the shock in his heart reached their peak almost at the same time. He took a big step back!
Snap.
Ye Sheng stepped back like this and fell into the lake.
Before falling into the water, what he saw was Ning Weichen standing calmly, with a half-smile on his face.
“…” As his body fell and the water splashed, Ye Sheng had the heart to kill Ning Weichen.
But the next second, he saw Ning Weichen follow him closely, jumping into the water from the shore.
This lake was very deep and full of water plants. Because Ye Sheng had accidentally stepped into the water, he choked on a mouthful of water and his body kept sinking.
Ning Weichen quickly entered the lake, grabbed him in the water, wrapped his arm around his waist, and brought him to the surface.
Ye Sheng’s eyes teared up from choking.
The first moment he was rescued by Ning Weichen, he threw a punch directly!
Ye Sheng’s strength was not small, and he didn’t hold back with this punch.
He gritted his teeth, his eyes like frost. He grabbed Ning Weichen’s collar with one hand and punched Ning Weichen’s face hard with the other.
Ning Weichen didn’t dodge or flinch, just slightly raised his chin and took the punch. His skin was fair, and a red mark quickly appeared on his jaw.
Ye Sheng stared at Ning Weichen, his face expressionless: “Are you playing with me?”
Ning Weichen laughed out loud, his tongue licking the teeth on the side of his face that had been hit. “How could I?”
In the water, Ning Weichen’s whole temperament seemed to have changed, becoming more dangerous. His eyes and tone seemed to be able to cause hallucinations and bewitch people. He said softly: “Are you done venting, brother?”
Ye Sheng gritted his teeth: “No.”
Ning Weichen said with an almost coquettish smile: “Then can I hit you later?” Completely different from his obedient and pleasing attitude, a trace of blood flashed in his eyes. He hooked Ye Sheng’s waist and pulled him closer. The strength of his arm was completely inescapable, completely imprisoning him in his arms.
Ning Weichen said softly: “I’m so thirsty.”
Before Ye Sheng could react, Ning Weichen had already lowered his head, his thin lips pressing against his neck. Then he opened his mouth and bit his skin.
*
While Ye Sheng and Ning Weichen were playing the Mirror Ghost game, the four-corner game in the room was still going on.
Three rounds required twelve people. In the last round of ten people, two were still missing.
Su Wanluo volunteered to go again; and Brother Hu, looking at this group of young kids, felt that as the oldest, he should take on some big brother responsibility, and raised his hand to join.
Just as Su Wanluo was about to get up, Liang Qingqing finally couldn’t hold back anymore. She reached out and grabbed her friend’s sleeve, asking softly: “Luoluo, you don’t have to be the one taking the risk all the time. Let me do it this time.”
Su Wanluo smiled and said: “It’s okay, Qingqing, I’m braver.”
The four people in the last round were Su Wanluo, Brother Hu, Tang Jiahao, and another boy.