Super détecteur de fantômes

Chapitre 92

The faint sound echoed in the empty underground space, bringing a strange sense of peace.

Shen Zhili closed her eyes briefly before realizing something was amiss. Why did she care so much about Su Chenche? Why did she feel so angry, sad, and unbearable when she saw him get hurt for her sake? Why did she feel heartache because of a single sentence from this man?

"We knew each other before, didn't we?"

Su Chenche: "Mm."

Shen Zhili's voice was very soft: "I'm sorry, I don't remember..."

Su Chenche quickly replied, "It's alright!"

Shen Zhili: "What?"

Su Chenche: "It's okay to forget..." His voice was clear and calm in the darkness. "Whether you remember or forget, what I care about is you. No matter how many times, I will make you fall in love with me again."

It's less about confidence and more about certainty.

...that kind of unwavering determination to do it no matter what the cost, no matter how difficult or painful it may be.

Shen Zhili lowered her eyelashes, her heart churning like a stormy sea.

It's impossible not to be moved, but within that feeling, there seems to be some unease hidden within.

"Hmm..." Su Chenche frowned slightly, as if he had touched the wound.

Shen Zhili instantly regained her senses.

"Just bear with it."

Shen Zhili, with one end of a tinderbox in her mouth, took out several bottles of commonly used wound medicine and silver needles and catgut thread hidden in her sleeve, and calmly lifted the hem of Su Chenche's clothes.

Although the wound had healed considerably, the repeated tearing made it look even more grotesque and terrifying than when she had first stabbed it. As the initial shock subsided, Shen Zhili's hand gradually steadied. She used the numbing powder on the needle tip to reduce Su Chenche's pain, bit the needle tip, threaded the needle, and cleanly and neatly inserted it into the wound in Su Chenche's abdomen.

Su Chenche let out a muffled groan.

Cold sweat trickled down Shen Zhili's forehead, and her hand paused. She mumbled, "If it really hurts, bite something to distract yourself, but whatever you do, don't bite your tongue."

Then, threading the needle, they carefully sewed up the bloody mess.

The stitching was acceptable, and Shen Zhili felt a little relieved. Suddenly, she felt a chill on her shoulder and realized that one side of her clothes had been pulled, revealing half of her alluring shoulder.

...I hope Su Chenche isn't going to bite her shoulder!

Before the thought had even faded, Shen Zhili felt Su Chenche's warm lips pressed against her bare shoulder.

...He...he can't be serious, can he?

Shen Zhili was about to shrink away, but seeing that she had finished half of the sewing work, she gritted her teeth and thought, "Fine, it won't kill me if Su Chenche bites me."

I continued working, but instead of the expected pain in my shoulder, it felt like someone was licking my shoulder, a slight tingling sensation mixed with the stickiness of a tongue touching it.

Taking a deep breath, Shen Zhili realized... that, without her noticing, the sensation on her shoulder was being amplified a million times over, making even the slightest movement of Su Chenche seem to carry an indescribable erotic connotation.

What's going on?!

Suppressing the urge with sheer willpower, Shen Zhili focused on the stitching in her hands.

Alright! It's sewn up!

As Shen Zhili put away her needlework, she was about to take a break when Su Chenche's fingers touched her cheek, igniting a series of indescribable pleasures.

Su Chenche's deep voice seemed to contain infinite allure, captivating and enchanting: "It seems... the love potion has taken effect."

Shen Zhili's lips trembled: "What is a love potion..."

The tinder in his mouth fell to the ground and went out with a "snap".

After adjusting her clothes, Su Chenche pressed Shen Zhili's head against his shoulder, his voice low and gentle: "It's nothing, it'll be fine in a moment."

Before the tinder went out, he clearly saw that this place was obviously an underground palace-like place.

There were no windows or curtains on any side; everything was made of earth and was very simple and dilapidated. There was a stone door at the far right back that led out.

The room was small, and it only contained him and Shen Zhili.

The others probably fell somewhere else.

Shen Zhili snuggled against him, but she remained rational and did not struggle too much, which aggravated his wounds.

However, for Su Chenche, it was already tough enough.

He blinked, considering whether to do something, when a rumbling sound of huge rocks scraping together rang out. Looking up, he saw a stone wall rapidly descending from directly above them.

Holding Shen Zhili close, Su Chenche tried to dodge by turning to the side, but suddenly the person in his arms broke free and fell headfirst into the stone wall.

The speed was too fast, and Su Chenche didn't have time to pull Shen Zhili back. He could only see a fleeting scene before the stone wall fell, in which a man in white stood quietly with his eyes fixed on him, as if he had been waiting for him for a long time.

His eyes were dark and smug.

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Beyond the stone wall.

Picking up Shen Zhili, Yu Lian continuously turned the mechanisms, climbing up layer by layer.

Shen Zhili closed her eyes tightly, bit her lower lip, and tried to suppress the inexplicable surge of emotion surging within her body with the stinging pain.

"What's wrong?" He asked after helping Shen Zhili sit down on the couch.

Shen Zhili opened her eyes in a daze.

The man before her had a gentle appearance and a mild voice, but his eyes lacked warmth, making Shen Zhili feel very uncomfortable. She leaned back slightly and asked warily, "Who are you?"

"Don't you even remember me?"

Yu Lian bent down slightly and stroked Shen Zhili's hair with his fingers; the hairpin was indeed gone.

Without a hairpin, long-distance control becomes extremely difficult.

Because of his touch, Shen Zhili's face flushed uncontrollably.

Yu Lian was somewhat surprised and asked softly, "Were you drugged with aphrodisiacs?"

Shen Zhili gasped, "No!"

As she spoke, she avoided Yu Lian's hand, which slid down onto her cheek.

...In fact, even she herself didn't know what was going on.

Yu Lian held her hand still for a moment, then smiled and said, "It's only been a few days, you wouldn't have fallen for that Twelve Nights again..."

Shen Zhi bit her lip tightly, unable to open her mouth.

Yu Lian's gentle voice gradually took on a distorted tone. He grabbed Shen Zhili's shoulders and growled, "Why? What's so good about him? Why are you all bewitched by him! I've known you longer and treated you better, haven't I? Why didn't you fall for me? Haven't I been good enough to you? Tell me why!"

His fingers tightened, causing Shen Zhili's shoulder to ache terribly.

Although she felt sorry for him, she wasn't moved at all. Shen Zhili forced a smile and said with difficulty, "The person you want to ask about isn't me at all."

The hand holding her shoulder gradually loosened.

Her long hair fell down, covering Yu Lian's eyes: "Yes, it's not you."

As an illegitimate child without any official status and unable to practice martial arts, he was destined to suffer a childhood of bullying.

At first, the children her age were somewhat wary, but ever since that incident...

"Hmph, so what if I bully you? I'll beat you up too. Come on, hold him down... Ah, Master."

Yu Yan, dressed in a dark robe, glanced at them expressionlessly. His emotionless gaze swept over Yu Lian, whose face was being pressed firmly to the ground, and he turned and left without lingering for even a moment.

"Hahahaha, look, the cult leader doesn't care about you at all. There are even rumors that you're the cult leader's son. How could the cult leader treat his own son like this? I think you're just a bastard!"

...He only ever cared about that woman; he was more emotional when he saw her son than when he saw him.

The bullying became commonplace afterward.

"Beat him up, beat him up, hahaha..."

"It'll be more fun to hang him up, see how his face turns as red as a pig's liver!"

"Look at him, look at him! He's been bullied and is crying. Oh my, have you noticed? This kid's skin is smoother than a woman's, and his temperament is softer than a woman's too. I don't know..."

He was pinned to the ground with his limbs pinned down, and the leading boy was undressing him while revealing an excited expression that he couldn't understand.

However, in that very instant...

"Ahhh!" Accompanied by the boy's pig-like screams, a severed wrist flew up.

Yu Lian raised his hazy eyes, and what he saw was a bright and dazzling crimson, like red lotuses blooming all over the mountains and fields, arrogant and beautiful, almost burning his eyes.

A cold, arrogant, and emotionless female voice slowly rang out: "Get out of here, all of you."

Those who had been swaggering in front of him immediately seemed to be frightened and disappeared in a panic.

The girl clinging to the nine-ringed broadsword reached out her hand to him and asked calmly, "Can you get up?"

He dared not answer, and whispered, "That was... the elder's son. You cut off his hand..."

"That's what I need to worry about," the girl said impatiently. "Are you getting up or not?"

He held her hand; it was small and not warm, yet it set his whole body ablaze.

The girl grabbed him and turned to leave, but then seemed to remember something and tossed him a booklet from her bosom: "Here, take this. I can't read it, but it might be useful to you." She paused, then added, "Also, a real man should have some backbone. Don't cry for no reason."

That was a poisonous scripture, which only high-ranking disciples of the Demonic Sect could possess.

He stared at her retreating figure for a long time, as if something was bursting out of his chest.

For her, it was just a passing fancy.

For him, however, it was the only piece of driftwood left for a drowning person.

Then, no matter what position he reached with his superb poison skills, he would do his best to fulfill her requests without hesitation.

Because he loved her, more than anyone else.

But why... would she fall in love with Prince Twelve Nights?

The mere existence of that person was unbearable for him.

He wants to take it all... he wants to take everything he owns.

Yu Lian suddenly raised his hand, and another silver hairpin was inserted into Shen Zhili's hair. He murmured gently, "Forget about Young Master Twelve Nights, be with me, forget about him..."

Shen Zhili's eyes suddenly went blank, only her body reacted honestly and simply.

Yu Lian laid Shen Zhili flat, his fingers lingering on the knot of her clothes.