Super détecteur de fantômes

Chapitre 30

Ji Mingyue did not turn her head. Instead, she gripped the sword, and blood flowed from between her fingers, staining her pale yellow dress red.

Her voice was somewhat hoarse, with a hint of bitterness: "Kill her, Xiaoye. Don't worry about me, kill that woman!"

Young Master Xiaoye: "But the Palace Master..."

"Wait a minute."

The urgency in his eyes vanished in an instant. Su Chenche drew out half of the sword, blood splattering on his body, making his jade-like face appear extremely alluring.

He slowly raised his eyes and said, "Palace Master Ji, or rather Ji Lianya, you recognize this sword technique, right? This is my father Su Shenyan's signature sword technique, and there are no more than five people in the whole world who know about it."

"You used to be very close to him."

Ji Mingyue roared, "Enough! I don't want to hear anything about him!"

Su Chenche paused for a moment before saying, "He likes you."

Ji Mingyue opened her mouth, then suddenly burst into laughter: "Nonsense! He never loved me; his heart only belonged to your deceased mother! My deep affection was completely betrayed. At sixteen, I disregarded my reputation and followed him for three years, just to beg for even a sliver of his true feelings. And what did he do? One moment he was tenderly telling me he would teach me to play the piano, and the next he was telling me I could leave, that he had already arranged a marriage for me... This kind of person, this kind of person..."

That was more than twenty years ago.

Everything is yet to begin, yet nothing has happened.

That year, Ji Mingyue wasn't called Ji Mingyue yet, and the man who would change her life hadn't appeared yet.

She is Ji Lianya, a proud daughter of heaven, born into a prestigious family, with stunning beauty, proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and arrogant to the point of being overbearing.

Disguised as a man, she went out of the manor to play. On the way, she repeatedly spoke rudely, which angered the local thugs. At night, they brought dozens of men to block her and her maid in an alley. Meanwhile, Su Shenyan, who was drunk, had just climbed over the wall of Rouge Alley and landed in front of her.

His bright, sparkling peach blossom eyes blinked as he smiled at her, his gaze both incredibly tender and incredibly cold.

He said, "Little girl, do you want me to save you?"

That ethereal, pale purple figure was thus etched into her heart.

It was like a destined calamity.

Once you meet, there is no escape.

He saved her, taught her how to frequent brothels, took her to taverns, accompanied her to temple fairs to watch sacrifices, introduced her to all sorts of people, and told her all sorts of stories, which she listened to with rapt attention.

Then, naturally, she fell in love with him.

When she came of age, her parents arranged a marriage for her, which she could not refuse. She then made a decision that she would regret for the rest of her life...

She wanted to be with him.

Even when she was sitting in Su Shenyan's mansion, looking disheveled and eating cold food, she felt so close to happiness...

Unfortunately, it's all just a flower in the water or the moon in a mirror.

Indeed, to Su Shenyan, she was nothing more than a young girl he could amuse himself with. How could he possibly fall in love with her? She was naive, thinking that gentleness meant liking, and that indulgence meant caring... But she never expected that Su Shenyan had already been through countless relationships. What kind of woman hadn't he been with? Why would he care about a little girl?

Su Chenche didn't interrupt her, but simply said calmly, "What if I said things aren't as you think?"

He looked quietly at Ji Mingyue, who seemed dazed, his tone carrying a hint of coldness that was barely perceptible.

However, it is unclear whether they did not notice it or deliberately did not look at it.

Shen Zhili, who was being coerced by Young Master Xiaoye, was also quietly watching him. Blood was constantly gushing from the large and small wounds on her body, but Shen Zhili only pursed her lips, letting her face remain pale, but she herself was like a bomb that was constantly brewing.

Su Chenche... didn't you have amnesia? Didn't you recognize me as your wife and your beloved because I was the first person you saw?

So how do you remember your father?

Is lying to me really that fun?

Chapter 26

As darkness fell, the air still carried the scent of unmelted snow and ice, a reminder that winter had just ended.

Cold and desolate, eerily quiet.

Blood, drop by drop, fell onto the cold ground, suddenly exploding into a dazzling blood flower.

Su Chenche's originally gentle voice took on a cold tinge in this environment: "His wife is dead, and he stayed in Jiangnan, living a life of debauchery, with countless lovers, but each relationship lasted no more than a month. You've been with him for three years, and you still can't see anything... He's an absolute coward, a pathetic wretch who doesn't even dare to love..."

There was a hint of disdain in his tone.

He dared not betray his wife, dared not face his children, dared not be sincere, nor dared to ask for sincerity.

He toiled for this his whole life, and only died to find peace.

Ignoring her bleeding wounds, Ji Mingyue retorted sharply, "He's your father! It's none of your business how he behaves!"

Su Chenche: "He died a few years ago."

Ji Mingyue was taken aback, and slowly said, "Dead? I clearly..."

Su Chenche said calmly, "The half of his life that you gave him was quickly squandered by him. I thought you knew that."

years ago.

At that time, she was already Ji Mingyue, the infamous female demon and master of Mingyue Palace, Ji Mingyue.

Her beauty was unparalleled, and her aloofness and stunning allure were breathtaking.

The thought of revenge tormented her repeatedly. Her personality had always been extreme and biased, and she could not swallow such humiliation. So, after years of scheming, she used all the power she had at her disposal to set up that scheme, whether it was her beauty or money, or even sowing discord, and she even got a kidney transplant from him.

—After all, he had other things he couldn't give up, and she had tried anything that could threaten him.

The deep wound began to spread with unbearable pain.

For a moment, Ji Mingyue was in a daze. The image of his pale, bloodless face, his brows furrowed in pain, floated before her eyes. At that time... how much pain he must have been in.

Overwhelmed by the pleasure of revenge, even reason was completely lost.

Ji Mingyue suddenly grabbed Su Chenche's clothes, pursing her lips: "What did he look like when he died?"

Because of this movement, the blade embedded in her body went even deeper.

"Palace Master!"

Young Master Xiaoye exclaimed in surprise.

Su Chenche: "Anyway, you wouldn't believe me even if I told you."

Ji Mingyue: "Tell me!"

Su Chenche smiled coldly: "What good would it do to tell you? He's already dead anyway, so the answer is no longer important."

Ji Mingyue's voice was hoarse: "I don't believe it!"

Su Chenche: "Even he himself doesn't believe it, but... otherwise, why would he be so eager to push you away, and why would he be threatened by you? Do you really think he's helpless against your tricks? Even the white silk you're using now was a gift from him. One bolt of thousand-year-old silk is in my aunt's hands, and the other is in yours..."

"...He's dead. Nobody knows about your relationship. Otherwise, why do you think you'd be standing here unharmed, entangled with your male lover? He never told anyone until his death..."

Ji Mingyue stubbornly replied, "I don't believe it!"

All I remember is the cold look he gave her on that last night.

All I remember is the woman he was now holding in his arms, teasing him.

All I remember are three years of wasted effort...

But they forgot all his gentle smiles, forgot his soft voice, forgot those memories they once cherished most.

She is selfish, she is cowardly, and she is domineering.

She was blinded by her inner resentment and anger.

However, in the end...

Ji Mingyue's internal energy suddenly surged, and she pulled out the sword with her bloodied hand gripping the blade.

A hint of crimson appeared in her eyes, and Su Chenche frowned slightly.

He went mad from practicing qi cultivation.

Ji Mingyue drew her sword and slashed again, but instead of blocking, she swung her white ribbon and attacked Su Chenche, her face contorted with rage.

As the two figures locked in combat transformed into streaks of light and shadow, advancing deeper into the tunnel, accompanied by the continuous sounds of heavy objects breaking upon impact, the sword in Young Master Xiaoye's hand trembled.

Suddenly, I felt a heavy weight on my shoulder.

Shen Zhili leaned on his shoulder, her arms hanging down, and closed her eyes as if she were very tired: "Go if you want to."

Blood was seeping through Shen Zhili's clothes, but her tone was not blaming; her face was pale and her brows were slightly furrowed.

Young Master Xiaoye was taken aback: "You don't hate me?"

Shen Zhili: "Why should I hate you?"

Young Master Xiaoye: "Don't you think I'm framing you...?"

Shen Zhili: "You didn't do it." Her voice was low but firm. She raised her eyes slightly. "At first, I did have doubts, but I trust my own judgment more. When you said you believed me, you really meant it."

A moment of awkwardness, and the sword blade moved away.

Young Master Xiaoye lowered his head: "I'm sorry, I couldn't stop them, and I even had to use you to threaten them... and you actually..."

Shen Zhili took out a special blood-clotting wound medicine from her bosom and laboriously applied it to herself, chuckling softly, "People always need to have something they firmly believe in, otherwise life would be too tiring."

For example, she believed that Young Master Xiaoye truly considered her a friend, not just someone he was using; and she believed that even if she returned to Rejuvenation Valley, her senior brother wouldn't kill her...

"It's alright. You must be worried about Ji Mingyue. Go on your way."

Young Master Xiaoye paused for a moment, then took off his outer robe and covered Shen Zhili with it before rushing inside.

The people from Mingyue Palace had all followed Ji Mingyue inside, leaving only two servants to guard her. They were not very attentive to her, probably because she was weak and covered in blood.

Shen Zhili easily incapacitated the two with silver needles, glanced at the gold with a pained expression, and crawled out along the original path without looking back.

The chill outside was still sharp, and the cold wind was biting.

The remaining snow bent the treetops, fluttering down from the branches.

Shen Zhili sneezed, shrank his neck, crawled back, stripped off the two people's clothes and put them on himself before crawling out again.

Although it was cold, the sky was cloudless and the sunlight was brilliant.

A damp and cool scent seeped in through the loosely covering clothes, yet this scent felt all the more real.

It's finally out!

Shen Zhili swayed, gently pressing her head, which was dizzy from excessive blood loss. Fortunately, the blood loss was still within an acceptable range... Although she would be weak for a few days, at least she wouldn't die.

She clenched her fist tightly, vowing never to set foot in this place again.