Chapter 48#
Turning Point#
“Lu Yan, I miss you.”
No answer came from the “Listening to Speech.” Yin Yuheng seemed to hear the sound of killing, noisy discussions, and the crackling of a great fire burning.
The change of ownership of the Demon Clan was likely not a smooth matter.
Yin Yuheng’s gaze softened, and he said softly, “You will win.”
Yin Yuheng had always hated the plot, but at this moment, he was very glad that Lu Yan had reached the end in the plot.
The fragrance of “Relocating Emotions” gradually faded, and the moonlight shone into the carved window frame.
Shen Liyuan had not yet woken up, his eyes were slightly red, and no one knew what he had dreamed of.
Yin Yuheng looked at this person who was similar to his personality but ultimately different, and a trace of pity suddenly appeared in his eyes.
“It’s a pity you don’t know how to love someone.”
Before Lu Yan came to his side, Yin Yuheng thought he didn’t know how to love either.
The person he clearly didn’t like, yet had to be duplicitous with; the thing he clearly was unwilling to do, yet had to execute. Yin Yuheng had also had expectations, but whether it was Li Guanghan or Zhu Anning, they all ultimately disappointed his expectations just as expected.
What exactly is liking? If you like someone, why would you constantly hurt them? He walked alone in the endless darkness until someone lit a lamp for him.
Thinking of Lu Yan, Yin Yuheng gave a gentle smile and quickly retracted it.
Dark clouds drifted past the window, obscuring the moonlight. Yin Yuheng seemed to have some premonition; he suddenly raised his head, looked toward the sky, and frowned bit by bit.
Little White’s panicked voice sounded in his sea of consciousness: “Brother Heng! What happened just now? Something suddenly invaded your dream, I tried my best to resi—”
“Little White,” Yin Yuheng suddenly interrupted him, “What exactly are you?”
Little White was stunned, forgetting most of what it wanted to say. Only after a long while did it say blankly: “I am a book spirit, aren’t I?”
While it said so, it felt inexplicably uncertain. It remembered that it should be a book spirit, but it always felt like something was wrong. It was a bit confused: “I…”
Yin Yuheng laughed: “It’s okay if you can’t remember, don’t panic.”
“All these years, you’ve stayed by my side, talked to me, comforted me, until now. You haven’t forced me to do anything. When I’m unwilling to follow the plot, the punishment I receive doesn’t come from you.”
“You feel sad for me. You want to protect me, you just can’t do it sometimes.”
“Actually, I’ve always regarded you as a very trusted friend.”
Little White was stunned, suddenly wanting to cry, but also a bit uneasy: “Brother Heng, why are you suddenly saying so much?”
Yin Yuheng didn’t speak. A strange sense of drowsiness hit him, and he was unsteady on his feet, falling back onto the bed. He closed his eyes, his long eyelashes hung down, and his whole body trembled, seemingly enduring some kind of pain.
“What’s going on? Brother Heng!”
“The ‘plot’ can’t hold back anymore,” Yin Yuheng said softly, “It finally realized that everything has escaped its control. It tried its best to turn things back, trying to talk to me in my dream… but found itself failing.”
The plot was interlinked, pulling one part would affect the whole body. As long as the major plot points were completed, there were not many restrictions on Yin Yuheng in the details. This also gave Yin Yuheng an opportunity.
At first, it was perhaps just a small expression.
Later, it was an unexpected action.
Finally, Li Guanghan, who shouldn’t have discovered the truth that year, recognized his true savior; Zhu Anning, who shouldn’t have fallen in love with Yin Yuheng, developed an extraordinary obsession with his senior brother. Lu Yan, who should have used Yin Yuheng, offered a sincere heart; even Yin Yuheng, who originally hated Lu Yan, finally chose to like him.
“Reaching the turning point of the plot, it found that everything has deviated.”
“Do you think it’s possible for Lu Yan to destroy my memory and torture me now?”
Little White said without hesitation: “How is that possible!”
“So,” Yin Yuheng smiled, “How should this sadomasochistic love story continue?”
Little White was stunned.
Yin Yuheng suddenly let out a muffled groan and bent over to cough blood.
“So it’s anxious, finally deciding to do it personally.”
Little White, floating in Yin Yuheng’s sea of consciousness, couldn’t help but tremble slightly: “Brother Heng, I, I feel danger—”
With a splitting headache, Yin Yuheng panted: “I know, it wants to force me to follow the plot, force me to forget—or, it wants me to die.”
Little White’s voice disappeared for an instant.
Yin Yuheng laughed: “Just kidding, don’t panic. At least before the plot ends, I won’t really die.”
The protagonist of a tragic novel is still the protagonist.
His consciousness became more and more blurred, and there seemed to be an unchallengeable will descending upon him. Yin Yuheng panted with difficulty. At this moment, he again felt that sense of suffocation of being imprisoned, manipulated, and controlled.
Little White began to sob: “Brother Heng, Brother Heng! Don’t go to sleep…”
Yin Yuheng suddenly took a long sword from his storage pouch and slashed his palm. The sharp pain brought a brief clarity to his mind.
“I don’t want to sleep either… I actually guessed this day would come.”
“You guessed…?”
“Yes.”
Yin Yuheng suddenly let out a sneer. The plot had already deviated, and it was even pushed to the point of forcibly intervening to change the development of events, trying to use the same old tricks as before to make him forget.
Yin Yuheng thought, Can it really get its wish? The so-called fate and heavenly way are just like this.
Just…
“I didn’t care about these things before, and even thought about pushing things along to do some things… death can also be a weapon,” Yin Yuheng said in a low voice, “But now, I suddenly have some regrets.”
He was reluctant to part with someone.
He didn’t want to make that person sad and unhappy, didn’t want to make that person angry, and even more, didn’t want him to blame himself.
Yin Yuheng suddenly raised his hand again, trembling and reaching for the “Listening to Speech” by his ear, his voice becoming hoarse due to weakness: “Lu Yan…”
This time, fortunately, Lu Yan’s voice finally came from his ear: “A-Heng?”
Yin Yuheng tried to slash his palm again to maintain consciousness, but his whole body was powerless, and the sword fell to the ground.
“Lu Yan, if you could come to my side once, you can have a second time, right?”
“Lu Yan… I believe in you, and I also believe in myself.”
After saying this, Yin Yuheng weakly lowered his hand and slowly closed his eyes. Blood dripped down his fingertips, dyeing the embroidered quilt and the floor red. Lu Yan’s voice stopped for a moment, and his intuition seemed to sense something was wrong: “Yuheng, where are you? Yin Yuheng!”
Yin Yuheng couldn’t speak; he had used up his last ounce of strength.
Lu Yan’s shouts in the “Listening to Speech” became more and more anxious.
There was a subtle sound in the room; it seemed that Shen Liyuan had woken up.
*
Shen Liyuan had a dream, and in the dream was the person he liked.
That person reached out to him, pulled him out of the mud, and was good to him without leaving a trace… although, that person actually didn’t put him in his heart.
The effect of the “Relocating Emotions” incense gradually faded, and Shen Liyuan woke up from the dream, sitting up in a daze. His first reaction was to turn his head to look at Yin Yuheng on the bed.
Would the “Relocating Emotions” incense allow him to have this person forever?
If Yin Yuheng could really fall in love with him and become the special one in Yin Yuheng’s heart, he would definitely use everything to be good to him from then on. He was his bright pearl, the treasure he would always like.
However, when he saw everything clearly before him, he suddenly stiffened all over. He was stunned on the spot, his expression blank.
He saw the blood dyeing the embroidered quilt and the blood-stained sword lying by the bed. He saw Yin Yuheng’s pale face and heard Lu Yan’s shout from the black communication artifact on Yin Yuheng’s earlobe, but the voice disappeared after a moment.
Even though it was a room with doors and windows tightly closed, Shen Liyuan felt a bone-chilling current surge. He raised his stiff hands, rolled his wheelchair, and threw himself to the bedside. His face was terrible, and he shouted in a trembling voice: “Someone, come!”
He panicked and reached out to check Yin Yuheng’s pulse. A look of terror gradually appeared on his face; in disbelief, he again reached out his hand to check Yin Yuheng’s breath.
No pulse, no breathing.
Shen Liyuan’s face was distorted: “No, impossible!”
He tried to pick up the youth with closed eyes on the bed, but the wheelchair limited his movements. He fell forward in a daze, tumbling out of the wheelchair. His legs couldn’t support his body, and he knelt before the bed.
He couldn’t care about anything else anymore, frantically grabbing the bed and crawling up. His eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was hoarse: “Yin Yuheng! Wake up!”
No matter how many plots and calculations a person had, at this moment, they were all panicked and incoherent.
“You’re asleep, aren’t you? The incense has finished burning, you can’t continue sleeping… Wake up, wake up… Your Highness…”
Someone heard Shen Liyuan’s shout and rushed in hurriedly, and seeing a bed of blood and the seemingly maddened Shen Liyuan, they stayed in place in terror.
“Bring the medicine! The best one,” Shen Liyuan suddenly shouted heart-rendingly, “Now!!”
Exorbitantly priced spiritual elixirs were pushed into his mouth, but the youth still had no response. Shen Liyuan refused to believe it and shouted madly: “How is it possible? He was just fine, how could he—”
It’s impossible.
“Don’t try to lie to me, how could anything happen to him? Keep bringing the medicine, he will wake up!”