Super détecteur de fantômes

Chapitre 85

Shen Zhili subconsciously looked up.

The moment Yu Lian saw her, he suddenly took a step back.

A strand of wet hair clung to her forehead, and Yu Lian's voice was slightly hoarse and tinged with an unconscious mockery: "Who exactly are you?"

Shen Zhili answered quickly: "I am Shen Zhili, the Valley Master of Huichun Valley."

After a long silence, Yu Lian glanced at Shen Zhili again, then lowered her eyes and asked, "What else do you want to know?"

Before Shen Zhili could speak, Yu Lian had already spoken: "You should be able to guess... the former Holy Maiden Jiyue was the mother of Prince Twelve Nights. She betrayed the Divine Sect, had an affair with a man, and colluded with outsiders to break into the Divine Sect's Holy Temple in an attempt to escape. However, she was ultimately killed on the spot because her body was weak after giving birth to Prince Twelve Nights..."

Except for the last point, it was almost exactly what Shen Zhili had guessed.

"So who are you?"

Shen Zhili asked softly, "Over the past few days, Yu Lian has always spoken to her gently, but his temperament changes drastically when he mentions Su Chenche."

Even from a distance, one could sense Yu Lian's deep-seated hatred for Su Chenche.

Yu Lian: "Right Protector of the Divine Cult..."

Shen Zhili interrupted him: "You know that's not what I want to ask... Why do you hate Young Master Twelve Nights so much?"

This time, Yu Lian remained silent for an even longer period.

So much so that even the ground he was standing on was soaked, the dripping water echoing hollowly until it stopped, before Shen Zhili heard his reply: "The man who gave birth to me is Yu Yan..."

Yu Yan, the former leader of the Demonic Cult.

However, Yu Lian's mother was not a saintess, which meant that Yu Lian could not become the new successor of the Demonic Sect. But what was even more unbearable was that even his father was unwilling to acknowledge his existence. That man deprived him of the right to use the surname Yu, because he was nothing more than the product of the Demonic Sect leader's one-night stand with a female servant of the Demonic Sect. Yu Lian's existence was a stain on his perfect love. That man... wished he could kill him.

More than twenty years ago, on that night, not only did Ji Yue's life vanish, but also the last vestige of Yu Yan's humanity.

However, the son born to the woman who ruined everything can live in the light, receiving the love and praise of everyone. He can openly and righteously fight against the demonic sect to avenge his mother's death in the name of righteousness, and he can even be with Ye Qianqian...

His mother, the female servant, died without even leaving her name; she was buried in the desert with a handful of yellow earth.

No one remembers; even resentment becomes insignificant and not worth mentioning.

How could I not hate it?

Shen Zhili listened silently to Yu Lian's words, speechless for a moment, then sneezed violently.

After a long while, she raised her head and looked at Yu Lian: "What does that have to do with me? Even if I sympathize with your plight, your situation wasn't caused by me or Young Master Twelve Nights... And you've told me so much, aren't you afraid I'll tell others, or..."

Yu Lian chuckled softly, flicking a speck of crystalline powder from her fingertip.

Caught off guard, Shen Zhili was hit by the powder. Instantly, an overwhelming and irresistible drowsiness washed over her. Shen Zhili's mind was so fragile that she couldn't even keep her eyelids open.

He picked her up with his wet hands and walked outside.

The last sound that Shen Zhili heard seemed to echo from a very distant place.

"The pollen from the yellow hibiscus flowers in your yard, combined with the juice of the poisonous wolfsbane unique to the desert, will gradually diminish and eventually destroy a person's memory..."

"Why did I come to you? Because you are Su Chenche's beloved, and I want him to experience the pain of unrequited love..."

"Get some sleep. When you wake up, you'll forget everything that happened today..."

Her slightly suspended arm drooped down, and Shen Zhili completely lost consciousness.

The bright light shone on my eyelids, slightly dazzling.

Shen Zhili slightly blocked with her palm before getting up. Not far away, a man sat on the table, his upper body slightly leaning forward. His two naturally slender fingers elegantly flipped through a medical book, and his movements were extremely pleasing to the eye.

Seeing that Shen Zhili had woken up, the man stood up and said in a gentle voice, "Cough cough... Fortunately, the cold hasn't penetrated your bones yet."

Looking at him from afar, a hint of confusion flashed in Shen Zhili's eyes, but she quickly regained her composure and said with a hint of helplessness, "Guardian Yu... could you please stop talking about Young Master Twelve Nights and Guardian Ye today?"

Yu Lian paused for a moment, then asked her, "What day of the month is it today?"

Shen Zhili was puzzled, but after a quick mental calculation, she concluded, "It must be either the third or fourth year of junior high."

Yu Lian said gently, "...No, today is already the eighth day of the month."

"How is that possible!" Shen Zhili exclaimed, "I clearly saw it yesterday, oh wait... where's the little yellow bird?"

As Shen Zhili spoke, the little yellow bird poked half its head out from under her blanket. Shen Zhili was surprised and lifted the obviously fatter little yellow bird with her palm: "...You've gotten so fat in just one night!"

“I fed him,” Yu Lian said in a low voice.

Shen Zhili looked at Yu Lian with a strange expression, then at the little yellow bird, and asked suspiciously, "What are you going to do?"

Yu Lian: "Nothing much. Do you want to see Prince Twelve Nights?"

“Young Master Twelve Nights…” Shen Zhili’s voice trailed off slightly, as if he was thinking, but the next moment his brows furrowed, “Guardian Yu, what exactly do you mean? What you told me before was just to break me up with Young Master Twelve Nights, so why are you doing this now…”

A hint of coldness flashed in Yu Lian's eyes.

She still remembers... so she can only try harder to forget that good memory and replace it with hatred.

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Where is Prince Twelve Nights?

The black-clad disciple was grabbed by the collar and lifted up, his limbs unable to move, his voice filled with fear: "This... I really don't know."

Hua Jiuye raised his hand, the violent impulses within him almost bursting out of his chest, his expression instantly becoming extremely ferocious: "If you don't know, then die..."

"Let him go."

A small stone was thrown towards Hana Kuya's hand.

As soon as Hua Jiuye stopped, the demonic sect disciple fell heavily to the ground, and the pebble became embedded deep in the wall.

People with such internal strength... Hua Jiuye knows only a handful of them.

Fueled by her anger, Hua Jiuye suddenly turned around and darted toward the source of the sound with lightning speed. Then, she swung her fist and delivered a clean and decisive punch to the face of the person who had come at her.

His face, which had been punched, immediately turned bruised and purple.

Hua Jiuye raised his fist and threw another punch, but this time the punch didn't land properly; instead, it was tightly wrapped in the other person's fist.

Su Chenche spat out a mouthful of blood and smiled, "Enough is enough."

Hua Jiuye raised her leg and kicked him: "Where's Zhili?"

Su Chenche deftly deflected it.

Hua Jiuye: "Didn't you say you loved her? Where is she now?! Ye Qianqian said she gave her to you! ...Where did you take her? I knew it! Who else but you could let Zhili run away from Huichun Valley without a word! If anything happens to Zhili, you surnamed Su, I'll make you pay with your life!" By the end, her voice sounded like it was being ground out from between her teeth.

Su Chenche paused for a moment, which was unusual, and then chuckled, "Okay."

Chapter sixty-eight

"Chirp chirp..."

Shen Zhili rubbed her eyes and looked at the little yellow bird in her palm.

The little yellow bird blinked its innocent big eyes, its glossy downy feathers happily rubbing against Shen Zhili's palm, feeling soft and comfortable.

Raising her eyes, Shen Zhili looked around. The pale yellow flower buds in the bushes in the courtyard were gradually blooming, emitting a delicate fragrance.

I was squatting on the ground when a voice sounded behind me.

"Aren't you cold?" The gentle-looking man draped a fox fur coat over Shen Zhili.

Shen Zhili subconsciously took a step back, but the man grabbed her arm and carefully tied the ties on the fox fur coat.

Shen Zhili opened and closed her lips twice, then said, "You..."

Yu Lian said softly, "The weather is getting cooler. If you like yellow crape myrtle flowers, you can pick some and put them indoors." He turned around and, as if by magic, took out a jade-necked vase, inserted several flowers into it, and placed it in Shen Zhili's palm.

A faint, refreshing fragrance wafts through the air.

Shen Zhili lowered her head, looking at the flowers: "I..."

Yu Lian supported Shen Zhili's shoulder and pushed her into the house: "You're not feeling well, you should go back and rest first."

Day after day in the small courtyard, time seemed to slow down without anyone noticing.

Shen Zhili found that her memory was getting worse and worse. Things she just remembered would become blurry in the blink of an eye. Sometimes she couldn't even remember why she was there or who she was.

...Am I already old and experiencing memory loss?

Of course, that's impossible.

The woman reflected in the water was still young, but her face was pale and she looked very haggard.

Even though Shen Zhili was slow to realize something was wrong, she couldn't remember. The only way was to write it down while she still could.

Taking advantage of Yu Lian's absence, Shen Zhili wrote down the remaining fragments of her memories and kept them close to her body in her clothes. Every day, the first thing she did upon waking up was to peruse those papers, and then pretend that her memory was getting worse and worse in order to deceive Yu Lian.

Perhaps due to overconfidence, Yu Lian had no doubt about Shen Zhili's feigned performance.

Despite this, Yu Lian kept a close watch on her, not only locking the main door but also nailing the windows inside the house shut.

...Is this how you treat someone who is about to lose their memory?!

Shen Zhili looked bewildered, but her gaze carefully swept over every corner of the courtyard. After a moment, she sighed helplessly in her heart... It seemed that she could only wait for an opportunity to appear.

Weary birds fly north, fallen leaves cover the ground.

Yu Lian sat down next to Shen Zhili, her brows slightly furrowed.

Shen Zhili swallowed the last bite of the food he had brought her and asked in a calm tone, "What happened?"

Yu Lian nodded, his brows relaxing into a slight smile: "Something not so good has happened." He stood up, picked up the medicine bowl, and held it to Shen Zhili's lips: "Drink today's medicine first."

Shen Zhili frowned almost imperceptibly and gently shook her head: "No...it's too bitter."

Yu Lian placed a small paper packet in Shen Zhili's arms and coaxed him softly, "This is candied fruit... Drink this and you won't feel the bitterness when you eat it."

Shen Zhili closed her eyes briefly, then opened her mouth and swallowed.

Her eyes flickered, and Yu Lian asked, "Do you remember who Young Master Twelve Nights is?"

Shen Zhili looked up, her eyes filled with confusion: "Young Master Twelve Nights..." She lowered her head, "Let me think, that name sounds so familiar..."

Yu Lianxiao: "It doesn't matter if you don't remember... He was a heartless man. He hurt you, deceived you, and you hate him very, very much, even choosing to forget your memories of him..."

...Yeah, right.

Shen Zhili continued to look at Yu Lian with a puzzled expression.

Yu Lian gently stroked Shen Zhili's half-long hair, her tone extremely gentle, yet with a hint of regret: "...But I feel that you're letting that heartless man off too easily. Forgetting him and letting him live happily ever after with his sweetheart, you're actually...not at all willing."

...Your resentment is none of your business.