Chapter 79#
Executor#
A pure white flower drifted down from high above. Cheng Ze reached out and gently caught it.
The flower vanished like flowing light between her fingers.
In front of the old gymnasium, the towering mountain of blood collapsed with a “boom,” transforming into spring breeze, into book pages, into flowers and grass. Breaking through the shackles, surging towards heaven and earth.
Cheng Ze whispered: “…Spring.”
The unsolvable Fourth Fairy Tale finally came to an end.
Su Wanluo fainted on the top floor, and Luo Xingyan used his iron chains to bring her down. Cheng Ze stared at this young girl, sighed, and ordered the people nearby to take her down for treatment.
Ye Sheng looked down at the time on his phone; it was already three in the morning.
“Director Cheng,” he said coldly, “if there’s nothing else, we’ll be going first.”
Cheng Ze had a complicated expression, but nodded: “Okay, be careful on the road.”
At three in the morning, it was hard to get a taxi near Huaian University. Fortunately, Ning Weichen had driven here.
After Ye Sheng skillfully got into the passenger seat, his first sentence was: “Ning Weichen, did you see what the Story King looks like?”
His tone was serious, his eyes staring calmly at Ning Weichen. The situation in the basement earlier was urgent, and there were outsiders present after they got out. Now that only the two of them were left, Ye Sheng finally began to calm down and sort out all the clues about the Story King from tonight.
Ning Weichen held the steering wheel and said softly: “I didn’t see clearly. He was hiding in a mass of shadows, but listening to his voice, he should be a young man.”
Ye Sheng: “Did he attack you?”
Ning Weichen paused slightly, not speaking. His expression was obscure for a moment under the starry roof, then he smiled and shook his head: “No.”
Ye Sheng nodded, relaxing a bit inside, and asked again: “Ning Weichen, is your private doctor on call twenty-four hours a day?”
Ning Weichen was thoroughly amused by him, the corners of his thin lips hooking up: “Yes, but my injury isn’t serious enough to call Andrew over. And Brother, you worrying about me like this always makes me feel like we are a loving couple.”
Ye Sheng: “…”
Ning Weichen looked thoughtful: “Oh right, you were originally my fiancée.”
Ye Sheng said expressionlessly: “Just drive.”
Ye Sheng stopped talking. His slender fingers tapped on the screen, starting to search for Qing’an Town.
Qing’an Town was a small town on the outskirts of Huaicheng. Unlike the surrounding rapidly developing cities, it was designated as a “tourist area” by the government. The photos searched showed no skyscrapers or landmark buildings, only long streets and old single-story houses. Beautiful scenery, elegant landscapes.
As for the Time Bookstore, it had closed down more than ten years ago. The owner really couldn’t keep the business going and transferred the shop. Now the old site of the bookstore has become a homestay. However, Ye Sheng noticed one thing. A hundred years ago, opposite the Time Bookstore was Qing’an Primary School.
Qing’an Primary School…
Ye Sheng didn’t plan to go to Qing’an Town.
Since he had reminded Luo Xingyan, the Bureau of Supernatural Affairs would definitely investigate later. There was no need for him to make an unnecessary move.
The car drove into a quiet residential area.
Ning Weichen took out the key and walked into the private elevator.
Ye Sheng had been to his apartment, but had never stayed overnight. However, the Bureau of Supernatural Affairs would definitely stay at Huaian University all night tonight, and he didn’t want to go back to the dormitory.
Besides, he always felt that Ning Weichen was hiding something from him. As the Seventh Moderator of the Forum, even if the Story King didn’t really attack, the powerful S-rank spiritual value on him could cause harm to the human body. And Ning Weichen, this young master who was born “sick,” really made it hard not to worry.
Although he didn’t know why he should worry.
“I’ll go take a shower first. Brother, do you want something to drink?”
Ye Sheng refused: “I’ll get it myself if I want to drink something. You go to sleep after you shower.”
Ye Sheng planned to sleep on the sofa tonight. The penthouse apartment was warm and bright, with soft lighting. He took out his phone and lowered his eyelashes. He had intended to contact Cheng Ze to ask about the old gymnasium. But after his body sank into the sofa, it was as if he had fallen onto a cloud, and all the fatigue in his body was relieved.
Ye Sheng felt his eyelids were a bit heavy. After coming out of the basement, he was already a bit exhausted. His neck, shoulders, arms, and legs were all sore. Ye Sheng forced his eyelids open, typed a few words in the chat box with his knuckles, then turned off his phone and fell asleep leaning against the sofa.
Ning Weichen put on a bathrobe, dried his hair, and came out of the bathroom to see this scene.
When Ye Sheng slept, he looked normal but was guarded everywhere. His hands and legs were in positions that could easily extend. If he detected the slightest movement, he could fight back and take the initiative.
Ye Sheng had a good biological clock, and his childhood environment made him cherish sleep very much. When sleeping, his breathing would become very light. Soft light spilled on the skin of his neck, so thin that blood vessels seemed visible.
Ning Weichen didn’t approach. He casually poured himself a cup of coffee, leaned against the bar, and drank quietly. His black hair was wet with water, and the affectionate and lazy ambiguity in his peach blossom eyes faded, becoming as dark as a cold pool. Looking at Ye Sheng from a distance, there was no emotion.
Sip by sip, the coffee hit the bottom. Ning Weichen pursed his lips, his face turning pale. He quickly took out a tube of medicine from the cabinet and poured it into his mouth. He put down the cup, and the strange silver-purple in his eyes slowly dissipated.
Ning Weichen licked his teeth with the tip of his tongue, detecting a hint of blood.
The spiritual value of an S-rank anomaly was not pressure to him, but a fuse, capable of thoroughly drawing out the bloodthirsty and violent factors in his body.
When this line was ignited, any slight fluctuation in emotion would cause an explosive loss of control in his body.
Ning Weichen poured himself another glass of water. After drinking it, he walked over to Ye Sheng’s side. His fingers rested on the sofa, and he leaned down, his shadow almost enveloping Ye Sheng’s entire body. His slender fingers traced the outline of Ye Sheng’s lips in the air. A dark, mad light danced in his eyes, and his voice was very light: “Trusting me this much, huh.”
A drop of cold water dripped from the tip of his hair, falling onto Ye Sheng’s neck, sliding along the exquisite collarbone, and disappearing into his clothes. Ning Weichen lowered his eyes and watched that drop of water flow across Ye Sheng’s skin, leaving a wet trail. Suddenly, he felt a bit thirsty.
Although Ye Sheng cherished sleep, his sleep was very light. Any factor that made him uneasy would wake him up. Actually, when Ning Weichen approached, his eyelashes trembled, but smelling that familiar scent, he let him be.
But this didn’t mean that when a drop of bone-chillingly cold water suddenly fell on him, he could continue to sleep.
“…”
Ye Sheng woke up with a start and opened his eyes. There was no sleepiness in his almond eyes; they were clear and cold like a knife. He stared expressionlessly at the culprit, a “Are you sick?” almost blurting out of his throat.
The culprit felt no guilt and revealed an extremely beautiful smile to him.
After Ning Weichen showered, there was a scent similar to pine and light snow on him, very faint, yet very alluring. He whispered: “Brother, don’t sleep here, go sleep on my bed.”
Ye Sheng: “…”
Ye Sheng refused.
Ning Weichen said: “Sleeping here is uncomfortable.”
Ye Sheng: “No need.”
Ning Weichen sighed and compromised helplessly: “You kept looking at me in front of the gymnasium building. Did you have questions to ask me? Why don’t we take this opportunity to have a heart-to-heart talk?”
Ye Sheng paused, a bit tempted by this request. Once woken up, it would take him at least half an hour to fall asleep again. It just so happened that he had many questions to ask Ning Weichen.
Ye Sheng: “Let’s talk here.”
Ning Weichen: “No, I’m sleepy. Come back to the room with me.”
Ye Sheng: “…”
Seeing his hesitant and ugly expression, Ning Weichen hooked his lips and smiled: “Brother, what are you thinking in your head when you hear my invitation?”
Ye Sheng twitched the corner of his mouth, pushed him away, and said: “I’m going to take a shower.”
Ning Weichen: “There’s no need for that.”
Ye Sheng said: “There is a need.”
Ning Weichen: “Alright.”
The only thing that comforted Ye Sheng was that Ning Weichen really threw away clothes after wearing them once. The wardrobe was basically brand new, so there wouldn’t be any scenes that were too awkward for him. Walking into the bathroom, he rinsed off casually, dried his hair, and changed into a white bathrobe. Ye Sheng felt completely awake; don’t even think about sleeping for the next two hours.
He stepped barefoot on the carpet, looking at the entire cold yet extravagant room, inexplicably feeling very strange.
Especially when he walked to the door of Ning Weichen’s room and saw Ning Weichen leaning on the bed, eyes lowered, replying to messages on his phone casually.
The sense of strangeness reached its peak.
“…” Ye Sheng stood at the door, suddenly not wanting to go in very much. He had been stung by Ning Weichen’s sentence “What are you thinking in your head when you hear my invitation” earlier. He suspected that he was really being led astray by this world. Of course, the most crucial thing was that he wanted to ask Ning Weichen some things.
Hearing footsteps, Ning Weichen threw away his phone, his peach blossom eyes smiling as he looked over from afar. In an instant, Ye Sheng could clearly detect the frivolity, wantonness, and aggression in his gaze.
Only this dangerous gaze quickly faded, replaced by purity, gentleness, and a warm smile.
“Brother finished washing?”
Asking a question that was nonsense.
Ye Sheng said: “When are you sleeping?”
Ning Weichen blinked and smiled: “I’ll sleep whenever Brother sleeps.”
Ye Sheng felt it was more awkward to stand at the door, so he walked in. The second day after he met Ning Weichen in the car, they had slept in the same bed, and it was that kind of very narrow bunk.
Thinking about it carefully, it was actually nothing.
His thinking was really led astray by a group of people.
When Ye Sheng sat down, he forced himself to ignore Ning Weichen’s half-smiling gaze beside him. To force himself to calm down, Ye Sheng went straight to the topic, his eyes calm: “Ning Weichen, have you met all the other Executors of the Bureau of Supernatural Affairs?”
Ning Weichen pondered for a while and smiled: “Some I have, some I haven’t.”
Ye Sheng: “Hmm?”
Ning Weichen said: “The top ten Executors of the Bureau of Supernatural Affairs perform their own duties, wandering around the world, their whereabouts difficult to predict…”
Ning Weichen smiled brightly and said: “Brother is interested in Executors?”
Ye Sheng didn’t deny it: “En.”
Ning Weichen thought for a moment and said: “I don’t know much about the Bureau of Supernatural Affairs, but I know there are a few Executors with fixed positions in the top ten. The third place [Prophet] assists Tianshu at the headquarters; the fourth place [Turing] specializes in the ENIAC sector; the sixth place [Oracle] serves as the principal at the First Military Academy. As for the others, I only remember the seventh and the ninth, one is [Demeter], and one is [Atheist].”
Ye Sheng: “Demeter?”
Ning Weichen: “En.”
Ye Sheng frowned and didn’t speak.
He knew this name. This was the Goddess of Harvest in ancient Greek mythology, in charge of the growth and recovery of plants.
In mythology, Demeter possessed boundless mana, able to make plants lush and the earth prosperous, or make all things wither and not a blade of grass grow.
Espers in reality certainly didn’t have such powerful strength.
But the ability of the Seventh Executor, Demeter, must be related to plants.
Plants?