Le baiser inoubliable de Ghost Lips

Chapitre 5

"How can anyone come up to such a dirty place?" Yi Xian muttered under his breath.

"Shh," Yi Kong stopped him, not wanting Yi Xian to alert the people on the tower.

Yi-hyun stuck out his tongue and quickly shut his mouth.

On the seventh floor, as the light grew brighter, Yi Kong and Yi Xian finally reached the seventh floor.

The light came from a single candle, a red candle as thick as an arm, which sat quietly on a dusty, broken table. This floor was no different from the others, except... there was a bed.

The bed was placed next to the table. The sheets looked clean, the white coarse cloth spotless. There seemed to be something covered under the sheets, but Yi-hsien and Yi-kong didn't pay much attention. Instead, they turned around to look around.

"Damn it, where did he hide?" Yi-hsien cursed as he impatiently rummaged through the things around him.

"Yi Xian, monks should be mindful of their words," Yi Kong kindly reminded him.

Yi-hyun stuck out his tongue as usual and didn't say anything more.

A gust of cold wind blew in through the broken tower window, gently brushing against the candle, causing the sparks to flicker wildly, before blowing towards the white sheet. In an instant, the sheet was ripped open...

With a loud thud, Yi Xian crashed to the bottom of the tower like a stone thrown from a great height. A stream of bright red blood spurted from his head, and his body swayed a few times before becoming still.

Yi Kong slowly walked down the ruined tower and came to Yi Xian's side. Yi Xian stood there blankly, his once bright and piercing eyes now empty and lifeless. He stood there motionless, accompanied by gusts of cold wind...

The lights went out, and the ancient pagoda was plunged into darkness once again.

The Tailor (15) - "Every Second Morning"

Old Fu tugged at the bundle tied to his back, inside which lay his most precious possessions: a large pair of silver scissors, a leather pouch filled with numbered sewing needles, and some balls of thread in different colors. Besides these, there was only a black ledger. There were no clothes, no silver, not even a single extra item, because none of those things mattered to Old Fu.

Xu's mother took a white handkerchief from her sleeve and gently wiped her mouth a few times. Then, extending her orchid-shaped fingers, she said in a coquettish voice, "It's been so long since I've walked this far; my legs are killing me!" As she spoke, she leaned against a large tree beside her, bending her thick back and gently massaging her knees. The bundle she was carrying fell heavily to the ground with a crisp, pleasant sound, kicking up a thin layer of dust. Xu's mother coughed twice and quickly reached out to pick up the bundle.

"Looks like you've made quite a bit of money over the years!" Mo Bai's voice seemed to come from his nose, somewhat muffled and sarcastic. He dusted off the dirt on his clothes and said with some displeasure, while pulling his bag over his shoulder again.

"Hmph, your tea stall business is doing quite well, and now you've got a beautiful bride. I think you're quite wealthy now." Madam Xu took out a small bronze mirror from her bosom and tidied her face as she replied.

Mo Bai ignored Xu Mama and turned around to find a smooth rock. He swept it a few times with his hand and said shyly to Xiao Xiang, "You must be tired too. Sit down and rest for a while."

Xiao Xiang smiled slightly and slowly sat down on the rock.

"Sigh, once you have a wife, you forget about us old friends." Mrs. Xu couldn't resist making a sarcastic remark, while putting away the bronze mirror.

His ears stood still, his eyes stared straight ahead without blinking, his hands gripped the wooden spoon, rubbing it up and down, his mouth tightly closed, staring blankly with a blank expression.

Old Fu glanced at Ear without saying a word. He had been observing Ear the whole way, always suspecting its identity and trying to find out more about it, but he couldn't find any opportunity. However, he knew there was something wrong with Ear! But what was the problem? Old Fu looked at the wooden spoon on Ear's chest. It was indeed very unique, Old Fu had to admit.

The morning air was filled with an indescribable dampness. The fallen leaves completely obscured everyone's view, and as they walked along the flagstone path, a strange feeling welled up inside them. Just then, a crow swooped down, dropping a small clump of foul-smelling bird droppings that landed squarely on Xu's mother's head. A woman's shriek echoed through the valley, and a flock of large, unidentifiable birds took flight from all directions of the woods, instantly transforming the forest into a noisy, bustling place.

Suddenly, the bell rang, its sound echoing through the valley...

Old Fu stopped in his tracks, and he suddenly looked up. He finally heard that familiar voice again.

Xu's mother stopped in her tracks. The handkerchief she had been waving in the air fell down with the sound of the bell, gently floating on the muddy ground.

Mo Bai stopped in his tracks, his large, fan-like ears swaying back and forth with the sound of the bell, like a monkey hearing an alarm signal.

Xiao Xiang gently brushed the strands of hair in front of her and looked up. Although she didn't know where they were going, she knew from their expressions that the place ahead was where they were going. But there was only one temple there. Why would they go to a temple?

His ears remained silent, and he lowered his head to fiddle with the wooden spoon in front of his chest.

"We've arrived," Mo Bai said calmly, his voice devoid of any emotion.

We've arrived, we've really arrived.

Yi Jing shook the clothes he had just washed and neatly hung them on a bamboo pole. This was the last one. After washing this one, he could finally get a good rest. He took a breath, found a step, leaned back, and sat down, closing his eyes to enjoy the warm and gentle morning sunlight.

Yi Jing seemed to hear a few soft footsteps, and he opened his eyes.

"It's you! Why are you so light? Trying to scare me!" Yijing said with a smile when she saw who it was.

The other party remained silent.

"Hey, Yikong, what's wrong with you today? Why aren't you saying anything? Why do you look so pale? Did Master scold you?" Yijing was puzzled. He really didn't understand why he had such a deadpan expression.

Yi Kong suddenly laughed, a very charming laugh. He swayed his slender waist, took a few more steps forward, and slowly raised his hand.

Yijing finally saw clearly what was in his hand.

A sewing needle, with a red thread attached, danced gently in the air, passing through the dampness, and quietly came to rest on Yi Jing's throat, leaving a deep red mole on it. Yi Kong revealed a satisfied smile.

"My skills are getting better and better!" In the instant Yi Jing collapsed, he clearly heard Yi Kong's last words. His eyes widened instantly. He wondered if he had misheard. Yi Kong was actually speaking a woman's voice! But none of that mattered anymore, because he was about to die.

The Tailor (16) - "Who are you chatting with?"

Kong Bei walked over with steady steps, the prayer beads in his hand making a soft sound as he manipulated them with his thumb.

"The abbot is here!" someone shouted, and everyone immediately stepped aside to make way.

Kongbei slowly took a few steps forward, his brows furrowed. Yixian was dead, and Yikong knelt beside him, staring blankly at him.

"Yi Kong." Kong Bei called out, but Yi Kong did not respond.

"Yikong, what exactly is going on?" Kongbei asked solemnly.

"Abbot, it's no use asking him anymore. We've been calling him for ages, but he hasn't responded at all," Yuanjue whispered from the side.

Kong Bei frowned again. He didn't know what had happened, but he had an inexplicable sense of unease.

“Abbot, Yixian…” Yuanjue hesitated for a moment, unsure whether he should speak, but after thinking for a moment, he continued, “Yixian looks like he fell from a height.”

High up! Kong Bei suddenly looked up and saw the ancient tower standing there quietly, its broken walls occasionally revealing its discontent, with some useless fragments falling down.

"Who allowed them in!" Kong Bei suddenly raised his voice and shouted.

“Abbot, no one allowed them to go in, and besides... that ancient pagoda has always been sealed off.” Yuanjue had never seen the abbot so angry before, and was startled. He quickly pointed to the gate of the ancient pagoda and said.

The door was indeed sealed, and the large lock on it remained unchanged for the past twenty years.

"Put Yi Xian's body in that empty room in the backyard, take Yi Kong back to his room, and keep a close eye on him." Kong Bei didn't want to say anything more and turned to leave. In that instant, he glanced one last time at the ancient tower that had been locked up for so long.

late at night.

Kong Bei didn't sleep. He paced back and forth in the room, prayer beads in hand, looking uneasy, with beads of sweat on his forehead. The events of the day had kept him awake. He didn't know what had happened, but he had a feeling that something was about to occur.

"Knock knock." A knock sounded at the door. The sound was very soft, but Kong Bei heard it very clearly.

"Who is it?" Kong Bei hesitated for a moment before asking.

There was no answer, followed by two soft knocks on the door.

Who could it be? Kong Bei casually placed the prayer beads in his hand on the table, slowly walked to the door, and slowly opened it.

It was Yi Kong. His eyes seemed to reveal an indescribable eeriness. He seemed to be smiling, and that smile seemed to be greeting Kong Bei.

"It's you. You've come to see me so late. Do you want to tell me what happened?" Kong Bei said, avoiding his gaze. That kind of look always made him feel uncomfortable.

Yi Kong didn't say anything, but strode in.

Kong Bei ignored him, turned around, walked to the table, sat down, and casually picked up the tea on the table and took a sip.

Yi Kong smiled, his smile as radiant as a newly blossoming flower. He finally spoke: "Kong Bei, how have you been?"

Kong Bei suddenly spat out the tea he had just drunk, and the teacup fell to the ground. He stared at Yi Kong with wide eyes, unable to believe what he had just heard.

Yi Kong slowly sat down opposite him and said, "I've come to see you." He smiled, and his smile became very gentle. He gently placed his hands together on the table.

"You...you..." Kong Bei stammered, his body already trembling violently.

“Me? I’ve come to see you. It’s been thirty years. You’re still the same, though you’ve aged a bit, but you’re about the same as you were thirty years ago,” Yi Kong said, gently stroking his face with his fingers. “Unfortunately, I’ve also grown old.”

Kong Bei gasped, but finally mustered the courage to shout, "Who are you?!" His voice was so low that he could barely hear it himself.

"Me? Haha!" Yi Kong suddenly threw his head back and laughed loudly. His laughter echoed throughout the room, and his face was distorted from laughing too hard.

Kong Bei opened his mouth but couldn't say a word. His body fell backward and he collapsed to the ground.

Yi Kong finally stopped laughing, looking at Kong Bei with a strange expression and saying, "Can't you recognize my voice at all? Haha!" Yi Kong let out another chilling laugh, then waved his sleeve and walked out of the room, leaving Kong Bei alone in the room, letting out a shrill scream.

He simply couldn't believe it. He didn't believe his eyes, and he certainly didn't believe his ears. He just wanted it all to be an illusion, but...

Yi Kong did speak.

Yikong was a monk.

Yi Kong's voice, however, belonged to a woman.

Kong Bei recognized that woman's voice.

How could Xue Qiuqiu's voice come from Yi Kong's mouth?

The Tailor (17) - "A Road in My Memory"

arrive?

Mo Bai mentioned it.

As Mrs. Xu mentioned.

Old Fu mentioned it.

But now everyone is sleeping in the woods.

Xiao Xiang couldn't understand their behavior at all, but they seemed completely unconcerned about her strange looks.

Mo Bai gently patted Xiao Xiang's shoulder, as if coaxing a baby in swaddling clothes. His expression was gentle and kind, like a kind-hearted old father. Xiao Xiang slowly closed her eyes to the soft melody he was playing. She felt really tired and really needed to rest. Although she could only use the stone slab as a bed, the thick cotton clothes that Mo Bai had placed on it gave her some warmth.

His ear had long since been pressed against a hard rock, and he was fast asleep, snoring softly from his nose. Old Fu reached out and gently pushed his ear, but it didn't move; he continued snoring and fell back asleep. Old Fu nodded in satisfaction.

"Are they all asleep?" Xu's mother took out the bronze mirror again and tidied her slightly messy hair.

"They're all asleep," Old Fu replied, glancing at Xu's mother. He couldn't understand how anyone could see in the mirror in such darkness.

Mo Bai gently draped an outer garment over Xiao Xiang and said, "It's so cold outside, won't they get cold sleeping here?"

Mrs. Xu immediately rolled her eyes at Mo Bai and said in a fake tone, "Hmph, I think you've really forgotten what we should be doing now that you have a wife!"

Mo Bai sighed softly. Xiao Xiang's arrival brought him a lot of comfort, but also a lot of worry. He suddenly realized that he had become somewhat emotional.

"It's getting late, we should go." Old Fu also covered Erduo with an outer garment. Although he had never trusted Erduo, Erduo was now his apprentice and his only family member, so he had to care about him to some extent.

Madam Xu put away the bronze mirror, Mo Bai touched his large fan-shaped ears again, and Lao Fu slowly stood up. They all looked in the same direction, remembering a road there, a very ancient road.

The water was dirty, and the aquatic plants were so black that their original color was no longer visible, but a few small gray fish were still swimming freely in it.

Old Fu took out a black rag from his person and wrapped it around his nose and mouth.

Mo Bai took off his outer clothes and wrapped them around his head, leaving only his two monkey-like eyes exposed.

Reluctantly, Xu's mother wrapped the white handkerchief around her face.