Casa vacía en el abismo

Capítulo 8

Wenqing: "Sometimes my world isn't that appealing."

Ya-hsuan suddenly asked Wen-ching, "Is there a way to see things that others can't see in the shortest amount of time?"

Wenqing: "What do you mean?"

Ya-hsuan: "It's a ghost."

Wenqing: "I could see it all along, so I don't know why I could see it."

Ya-hsuan: "Oh! So you mean you were born with the ability to see?"

Wenqing: "Hmm!"

Ya-hsuan: "Then wouldn't I have a way to see your world?"

Wenqing: "That's not necessarily true. My master said that if someone sheds a tear on me, they can see my world."

Ya-hsuan: "Dropped your tears? Why does that sound so familiar? Why would Master suddenly say something like this to you?"

Wenqing: "I don't know, maybe he just saw a magical grandmother on TV and was moved by what he said."

Ya-hsuan: "I think it was just a joke your master made."

Wenqing nodded: "But sometimes I don't know if Master is serious or just saying it casually."

Ya-xuan: "Okay, by the way, you haven't eaten all day, do you want me to cook noodles for you?"

Wenqing: "How about we eat at a restaurant today?"

Ya-hsuan: "You suddenly thought of that? Great, anyway, someone's paying for it."

Ya-xuan excitedly ran back to her room to change her clothes. Wen-qing saw Ya-xuan's happy appearance and felt a strange feeling in his heart. It was probably the first time he had ever felt like he liked someone.

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Reply [30]: (13) Breach of trust

"Thanks to your help last time, my arch-rival suddenly died, which caused my company's performance to grow by at least 100%." The boss had an arrogant smile on his face: "Young master, with the experience from last time, I hope you can help me get rid of another opponent."

Wenqing: "I told you I would only help you once."

Boss: "Don't talk like that. You've taken a lot of benefits from me, haven't you?"

Wenqing: "That was given to the temple by you, it has nothing to do with me."

The boss flicked his cigarette: "Since you're always going to throw the cart before, I'll have to tell you again, if this goes to court, I think you'll lose more than just profits."

Wenqing: "Those benefits are of no use to me at all."

Boss: "Ha! It's a small matter to accuse you of fraud, but what if this gets into the news? These days, there are plenty of reporters who love this kind of story."

Wenqing: "You..."

Boss: "No matter what, I still have the upper hand."

Wenqing: "I've done it for you this time, is there going to be a next time?"

Boss: "That depends on whether I need you in the future."

Wenqing: "Then I'll have to listen to you for the rest of my life?"

Boss: "That's right. Okay, stop nagging and go take care of the person in the photo."

The boss pointed to the photo on the table, then turned away, not wanting to face Wenqing. Wenqing took the photo and left.

In a manor surrounded by guards, the white-haired youth looked around and decided to enter from the back. He quickly ran towards the back of the manor, where, as expected, there were fewer guards. The white-haired youth quickly dispatched the guards at the back gate with his sword, peered inside, and quietly explored the manor. Suddenly, he saw a large hall with four or five guards in front of it. The white-haired youth knew that his target for the day was inside. Without hesitation, he used four sword talismans to eliminate the guards, kicked open the hall door, and sat his target for the day: "Boss Chen, come with me."

Mr. Chen's face showed no panic: "I knew you would find me sooner or later."

White-haired boy: "You knew I would come?"

Boss Chen: "I knew you'd come the day Old Zhang fell into a coma, but even with the help of my sorcerer and his troops, I still couldn't stop you."

The white-haired boy smiled and said, "Alright, enough nagging, come with me."

Mr. Chen stood up and followed the white-haired youth out of the manor. The guards around them saw Mr. Chen being held down by the white-haired youth and no one dared to make a move. As they walked, just as they were about to reach the place where the white-haired youth had imprisoned Mr. Zhang's original soul, the white-haired youth was suddenly slashed in the back. When the white-haired youth turned around, he saw that Mr. Chen had already transformed into a ghost general: "Give me back my head!"

After speaking, the ghost general swung his blade again, severing the white-haired boy's right arm cleanly. The boy raised his sword and threw it at the ghost general, but the ghost general easily blocked it. The ghost general approached the boy step by step, forcing the boy to retreat. With one hand missing, he couldn't perform any spells. The ghost general swung his blade again, and the boy instinctively raised his remaining hand to block. Amidst a spray of blood, the boy lost his left hand as well. The ghost general showed no sign of stopping, sweeping his blade towards the boy's neck. The boy's screams echoed through the desolate wilderness.

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die!" Wenqing woke up from her panic. Yaxuan, who was beside her, was holding medicine to bandage Wenqing's hands. A sharp pain shot through both hands. Wenqing asked curiously, "What happened to me?"

Ya-hsuan: "By the time someone finds you, you'll be lying on the roadside with your hands covered in blood. Did you run into a street racer?"

Wenqing: "A street racer?"

Ya-hsuan: "That's right! Otherwise, how could you have been slashed like this? You still have a wound on your neck."

Wenqing painfully raised her hands, revealing two obvious knife marks on them. Wenqing knew perfectly well how these two wounds had been made.

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Reply [31]: (14) Deposed Emperor

"Uncle-Master, you know this injury wasn't inflicted by a human, right?" Wenqing asked from his office.

Master Uncle: "Hmm! I know, you must have encountered a ghost."

Wenqing nodded. Martial Uncle said, "The person who could hurt you must be someone important. Can you tell me who hurt you?"

Wenqing: "The ghost general I killed before."

The master uncle's face darkened: "This is troublesome."

Wenqing: "Uncle-Master, can you save me?"

Uncle-Master: "I can save you, but I have conditions for exchanging them."

Wenqing looked puzzled: "A trade-off?"

Uncle-Master: "Of course."

Wenqing: "What are the conditions?"

Master Uncle: "That goes without saying, of course it's the mental techniques of Fire Extermination Forest and Sea Eye."

Wenqing: "What do you need these two mental cultivation manuals for?"

Master Uncle: "Which ruler wouldn't want to learn these two supreme methods?"

Wenqing: "These two methods are merely divination techniques and will not significantly enhance your magical power."

Master Uncle: "Hehe, of course you, a junior, don't know that this divination method contains the highest mental technique of the Junmen. Once you've learned it, you'll definitely be able to recite it. Just recite it for me."

Wenqing: "This method was taught by my teacher. Without his permission, I cannot tell anyone else."

Master Uncle: "If you tell me, I can save you."

Wenqing: "No, I can't exchange this with you."

Uncle Master: "It seems you're not afraid of death." As soon as Uncle Master finished speaking, he raised his hand, formed a finger seal, and chanted an incantation. Then, he unleashed dozens of sword lights. This sudden attack caught Wen Qing off guard. The sword lights pierced through Wen Qing's body. Wen Qing asked in surprise, "Uncle Master, why are you doing this to me?"

Master Uncle: "I've been setting up this scheme for quite some time now, all to strip you of the magic."

Wenqing: "Layout?"

Grandmaster: "That's right. Your master's dethronement, including the introduction of the wealthy merchant to you, was all a scheme I set up. When you violate the rules of the Monarch's Sect, you will also lose your magical power. If you reveal the secret of the cultivation method, I might spare your life."

Wenqing: "You're so insidious."

Uncle-Master: "I'm cunning. When your grandfather was purging the imperial family, did he leave us any way out?"

Wenqing: "So you're one of those useless rulers."

Upon hearing the words "deposed emperor," the grandmaster flicked his left hand, sending Wen Qing flying into the air: "Deposed emperor, dare you call me that again?"

Wenqing was severely injured and had no chance to fight back. He looked around and suddenly called out, "Master!" His grandmaster looked back. Seeing that the opportunity was there, Wenqing grabbed some sand from the ground and threw it at his grandmaster's face. By the time his grandmaster opened his eyes, Wenqing had already disappeared.

When Ya-xuan arrived at the temple, she couldn't see Wen-qing. She asked her grandmaster where Wen-qing had gone, and he shook his head: "I haven't seen him all day."

Ya-xuan: "How could that be?"

Uncle-Master: "If you see him, tell him I'm looking for him again."

Ya-xuan nodded, and her master handed her a talisman: "Give this to him when you see him; his energy has been too weak lately."

Ya-xuan: "What is this?"

The master smiled and said, "This is a talisman."

Ya Xuan took the talisman and left the temple to look for Wen Qing, but after searching for a long time, she still couldn't find Wen Qing.

On a hot afternoon, Ya Xuan's legs ached from walking. Seeing a pavilion ahead, she decided to head towards it. Before she even reached the pavilion, she saw Wen Qing lying there. Ya Xuan rushed over and shook Wen Qing's body, but Wen Qing was already unconscious. Ya Xuan cried out to heaven and earth in vain, so she simply carried Wen Qing on her back and ran to the hospital in the city.

Upon arriving at the hospital, the doctor took Wenqing to the emergency room for examination. After a while, he came out and told Yaxuan, "Aside from the superficial injuries, I can't find any other reason why he's been unconscious. Please admit him to the hospital; we'll observe him for a few days."

After listening to the doctor's advice, Ya Xuan went to complete the admission procedures. By the time Wen Qing was brought to the ward, it was already midnight. Ya Xuan took out the talisman that her master had given her and placed it on Wen Qing's body, praying in her heart. Perhaps she was too tired, because Ya Xuan eventually fell asleep by Wen Qing's bedside.

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Reply [32]: 15) Soul Stealing

As Ya-xuan walked through the pitch-black fog, she kept asking herself, "Where am I?"

Ya Xuan looked around aimlessly. There was no sound except for the wind and footsteps. As she walked, her legs ached. Just as she was about to stop and rest, she suddenly heard a lot of footsteps behind her. Ya Xuan instinctively turned around and saw many blurry figures appearing one by one in front of her. This sudden situation made Ya Xuan instinctively run forward, but the footsteps behind her got closer and closer. Along with the footsteps came the sound of chains. Ya Xuan didn't dare to turn around and just ran for her life. Suddenly, Ya Xuan felt a chain binding her waist.

"Let me go! Let me go!" Ya Xuan screamed repeatedly. When she turned around, she saw a group of ferocious-looking people, and the one leading them was none other than her martial uncle.

Ya-xuan: "Master Uncle, please save me!"

Uncle Master ignored Ya Xuan's pleas for help. After gesturing to the surrounding ghosts, the ghosts began to drag Ya Xuan away with him.

"Master, what does 'no-thought' mean?" Wenqing asked her master.

The master thought for a moment and said: "No-thought is a state of being without thoughts."

"A state without thoughts? That's no different from being a piece of wood," Wenqing asked curiously.

The master smiled and said, "It's not that you have no thoughts. Being without thoughts is a kind of acceptance, a kind of understanding."

Wenqing was still puzzled. Her master said, "Just as water acknowledges the existence of a bridge pier, going around it is a form of understanding."

Wenqing: "What does that have to do with Wunian?"

Master: "Acknowledge everything about others, but have no other thoughts in your heart."

Wenqing: "Is it because you've seen through everything that you have no other thoughts?"

Master: "You could also say that seeing through things is a sign of wisdom, not just observing coldly. Everything in this world has its own natural balance. Understanding the principle means acknowledging its existence, and not overthinking it is seeing through things."