Chapter 57#
The Storyteller (Part 9)#
A slight stinging pain came from Ye Sheng’s neck as Ning Weichen’s teeth cruelly bit through his skin.
His lips and teeth were cold, but his movements were gentle. The tip of his tongue licked the overflowing blood, gentle and ambiguous, as if it were a kiss.
The lake was calm and waveless, but Ye Sheng felt as if he were in the center of a vortex, his breathing catching, and his mind even feeling a sense of bewitched dizziness.
He now had the feeling of being devoured as prey.
Extremely dangerous, extremely unfamiliar, it made Ye Sheng tense and on guard.
His fingers tightly gripped Ning Weichen’s clothes, gritting his teeth, and finally closing his eyes, hiding the surprise and instinctive violence in them.
And Ning Weichen’s reaction was even stronger than his.
One hand wrapped around his waist. His palm was scorching hot, his fingertips forceful.
Ye Sheng’s shirt was thin after being soaked in water, and that hand seemed to be pressed tightly against his skin.
Ning Weichen’s breath fell on his bare skin, along with his drooping black hair, damp, slightly cool, and gentle. The posture of sucking blood from his neck was lingering and gentle, but the movements that controlled his body were completely irresistible.
Ye Sheng felt the blood seeping out of his body and almost couldn’t breathe.
The process only lasted a few seconds, but it was enough to make Ye Sheng feel reborn. Not because of fear or shame, he had been fighting against his own instincts, allowing Ning Weichen’s violation.
Ning Weichen’s tongue gently swept over the wound, as if savoring it afterwards.
Ye Sheng felt a little itchy and pushed him away heavily with a blank face.
Ning Weichen obediently let go, raised his head in the water, and smiled at him. His lips were still stained with blood, bright red and beautiful, and his eyes had a faint silver-purple glow, mixed with unfathomable desire, as strange as a water demon.
Ye Sheng raised his hand to touch the wound on his neck, too lazy to waste words, and asked him directly: “Do you need to drink human blood after you lose control?”
Ning Weichen hid those emotions and smiled, nodding: “Yes.”
“…” Ye Sheng: “Shouldn’t we stay together?”
Ning Weichen was amused by his words in the water, turned his head and laughed for a long time, then said: “Why?”
Ye Sheng: “Because you get sick when you see me, and I don’t want you to get sick.”
Ning Weichen: “I don’t lose control that easily.”
Ye Sheng: “Then what was that just now?”
Ning Weichen: “Oh, just showing you what I look like when I lose control.”
Ye Sheng: “…” Damn it! The anger that Ye Sheng hadn’t vented from the punch just now flared up again. He gritted his teeth and waved at Ning Weichen.
Ning Weichen immediately knew when to stop and said obediently: “Let’s settle the score when we get back, okay? The Bureau of Paranormal Affairs is coming soon, and it’s not convenient for people to see us like this.”
Ye Sheng said indifferently: “I think it’s quite convenient.” However, the Bureau of Paranormal Affairs immediately brought him back to reality. Ye Sheng frowned slightly: “The Bureau of Paranormal Affairs is here?”
“Yes, Tianshu must have detected Song Zhang’s appearance.”
After explaining, Ning Weichen smiled seriously and said: “I’m sorry, brother. But you don’t have to worry too much about my illness. I’ve been taking medicine for a long time and have gone through a long period of withdrawal treatment. General emotional fluctuations can be calmed down by water and blood. As for stronger emotions.” He thought for a moment and said: “I don’t think there will be any in the short term.”
Ye Sheng frowned: “Why?”
Ning Weichen: “Because that requires you to take the initiative.”
Ye Sheng: “…”
Ning Weichen smiled, seemingly not wanting to talk about this matter anymore. He said: “Do you have any strength now? Do you need me to carry you ashore?”
Ye Sheng: “…” Thank you, after hearing what you said, I have strength even if I don’t.
Ye Sheng ignored him and turned to go ashore.
The moment he turned around, Ning Weichen’s gaze was indifferent, and his fingers suddenly touched his shoulder lightly.
Ye Sheng was stunned.
Ning Weichen carelessly traced the red birthmark that looked like a butterfly, was silent for a long time, and chuckled: “It’s so beautiful.”
Ye Sheng wanted to say something.
Just then, a sudden sound of running came from inside the haunted house.
Ye Sheng heard the sound and looked up, seeing Su Wanluo running out from inside.
Her expression was urgent and anxious, not the fear of being chased by a ghost. Her eyes were red, more like she was chasing something—Su Wanluo was running towards the place where Song Zhang died.
Ye Sheng was stunned: “What is she chasing?”
Ning Weichen said lightly: “Maybe the ghost that Song Zhang transformed into is an old friend she wants to see. But since Song Zhang is already dead, don’t worry about her.”
Ning Weichen smiled and said: “Let’s go to the room first to dry our clothes, I’m afraid you’ll get sick.”
Ye Sheng didn’t speak, just nodded. He had felt weak when he was holding the gun magazine and absorbing spiritual value, and now he was soaked in water. The wind made him feel top-heavy.
Ning Weichen said: “I remember there’s a changing room at the end of the third floor.”
Ye Sheng followed Ning Weichen to the changing room on the third floor, found a hairdryer from the cabinet, and used the hot air to dry his hair. Ning Weichen had fallen into the water with him, but the moment he got ashore, the wetness on his body seemed to have completely dissipated.
While he was drying his hair, Ning Weichen opened the window.
Ye Sheng said: “Did you know about my ability long ago?” He turned off the hairdryer, then opened his mouth, his tone casual, his eyes emotionless, as if he wasn’t talking about himself.
Ning Weichen leaned against the wall, his long legs crossed, and smiled: “I guessed.”
Ye Sheng said: “Guessed what?”
Ning Weichen said: “That night at the Qin family’s house, when you came to me with red eyes. I felt that you must have used Spirit Calling.”
Ye Sheng said in a low voice: “So early?”
Ning Weichen smiled and said: “Yes, as a courtesy, I’ll tell you my ability too. The Siren’s abilities are sound waves and water.”
Ye Sheng: “Sound waves, water?”
Ning Weichen nodded and said: “Sound waves belong to the category of mental control. As for water, the Siren’s ability is not terrible on land, but it is terrible in the sea. It can control all the vortices, turbulence, and storms of the ocean.”
Ye Sheng said: “Are sound waves also a kind of bewitchment?”
“I guess so.” Ning Weichen: “But, so far, I haven’t used any of the Siren’s abilities in front of you.”
“…”
Ye Sheng unplugged the hairdryer. He knew Ning Weichen wasn’t lying to him, but he still didn’t believe that Ning Weichen’s secret was just an A-rank anomaly Siren.
In fact, it wasn’t just him who didn’t believe it, the entire Bureau of Paranormal Affairs didn’t believe it either.
The Siren was already the strongest monster captured so far. Whether it was the mental control that was effective on both humans and anomalies, or the ability to control the entire ocean, it showed its extremely high level of danger.
But the feeling Ning Weichen gave them was far more than that.
So over the years, the Bureau of Paranormal Affairs had been secretly investigating him.
As a top global conglomerate, the Ning family controlled the production line of “biological agents” and had cultivated batch after batch of supernatural beings, always having a delicate relationship with the government.
Ning Weichen had also lived on the top-secret Butterfly Island, and Andrew had been his private doctor for so many years.
Was Ning Weichen really only implanted with a Siren?
Now, the task of observing Ning Weichen was still a secret S-rank in the Bureau of Paranormal Affairs.
Ye Sheng didn’t care about his image at all. He was neither a neat freak nor had OCD. After making sure his hair and clothes were dry, he left. He thought that after killing Song Zhang, this haunted house would be safe.
But when Ye Sheng left the room and stepped onto the corridor on the third floor, he suddenly looked up, his voice extremely soft and cold.
“—Ning Weichen, a ghost child has entered this mansion.”
Ghost child. The damp marks that had appeared on the temple wall had now appeared here again.
Did this mean that the “hero” who roamed the city at night and was active on the radio was here! The protagonist of the King of Stories was not far from them!
Ye Sheng quickly bent down and wiped his finger on the ground. Then, relying on his excellent intuition, he got up and strode inside.
Luohu Mansion was very large, with more than a dozen rooms on each floor. After Liang Qingqing chased out of the villa, she looked around but didn’t see Su Wanluo’s figure. Thinking she had gone in the wrong direction, she quickly ran back. She felt that Luoluo was possessed by a ghost, but this was her best friend, and she couldn’t leave her alone.
Liang Qingqing clutched her constantly beating heart, took a deep breath to calm herself down, and told herself that these were all hallucinations, and the ghosts in the villa were all fake.
As soon as Liang Qingqing returned to the third floor, she felt a chill seeping into her skin from the air. She walked towards the end of the dark corridor and then heard a cry for help.
“Help me, help me…”
Something sticky on the ground stuck to her.
She was stunned.
The corridor in front of her seemed to extend endlessly, becoming a separate, narrow space.
In this illusion like a ghost wall, at the end was a standing black shadow.
It was exactly the same feeling as in the mall parking lot.
The nightmare replayed.
The moment Liang Qingqing saw the black shadow, her brain instinctively screamed, her face turned pale, and her whole body stiffened. Her breathing seemed to stop, and her pupils shrank to a point.
She wanted to turn around and run.
But she saw Tang Jiahao.
After the initial fear and cry for help, Tang Jiahao fell into a strange madness on the ground. He gasped for breath and finally laughed in despair.
The boy’s voice was filled with both laughter and sobs, a teenager who had been pushed to the brink. Watching the long, thin iron wire about to pierce his eardrum, he laughed crazily.
“What the hell did I do wrong?! Huh? What the hell did I do wrong?”
“Did I want to see someone die and not save them? —Did I know that what was waiting for me was a person in need of help and not a homicidal maniac?!”
“My damn phone was dead, and I was drunk. I didn’t sleep all night that night, I searched for a charger like a madman! Damn it, my only mistake was not daring to go through that forest!”
He wasn’t explaining, but venting, venting the condemnation of his conscience day and night, venting this ending that seemed like karma. But what was the cause, and what was the effect?
If the dead girl resented him and came to take his life, he would just accept his bad luck.
But a bystander, a stranger, on what grounds? On what grounds did they judge him from a high horse and say he was guilty?
He wasn’t a hero who would sacrifice himself for others, nor was he a cold-hearted bad person. In a different time and place, he wouldn’t have pretended not to hear.
Ha, if he really told what happened that night, would those people think he “deserved it”?
Tang Jiahao’s eyes were bloodshot, and he chuckled.
“The reason I didn’t dare to let anyone know about this is because I knew that if they knew I passed by the forest but didn’t save the person, they would wish I had died with that girl.”
Even his girlfriend showed surprise and condemnation, let alone other passers-by.
Tang Jiahao felt that he was really unlucky. Well, it didn’t matter if he died, he didn’t care anymore.
Just as he was disheartened and desperate, he heard a call from behind him.
“Tang Jiahao?”
The thin wire had pierced his eardrum. Tears and sweat mixed together. Tang Jiahao curled up on the ground, looked up in surprise, and saw Liang Qingqing at the end of the corridor.
He was in so much pain that he was about to die, and his vision was a sea of blood.
But at this moment, all the resentment, distortion, and madness in his heart seemed to recede like a tide, and a strong sense of complexity surged in Tang Jiahao’s heart.
He admitted that for a moment just now, he had a twisted hatred. He hated that people in this world always spoke from a position of comfort, demanding that everyone be a hero who was not afraid of death.
He even thought extremely, everyone is an ordinary person, why do they use public opinion and morality to condemn their own kind for things they can’t do themselves? Isn’t this just selfishness?
…But now that he saw Liang Qingqing, those extreme thoughts vanished.
Tang Jiahao smiled bitterly.
Perhaps it is precisely because everyone is an ordinary person that the greatness of the brave is highlighted.
The action of the thin wire piercing the eardrum stopped. The golden-haired woman under the ink painting in the corridor heard Liang Qingqing’s voice and looked up.
A face blurred by black mist looked at Liang Qingqing.
And then immediately, more footsteps rushed here.
The golden-haired woman bent down, sensed a terrible aura, and turned into black water, disappearing with the ghost child.
“This way.”
Ye Sheng turned the corner, looked up, and just saw black water seeping into the wall and into the ground little by little.
Snap, Ning Weichen slowly turned on the lights in the corridor.
Under the light, Tang Jiahao had fainted from the pain, while Liang Qingqing was at a loss, staring blankly ahead.
A mess on the ground.
At the same time, the car of the Bureau of Paranormal Affairs arrived in front of Luohu Mansion.