"Wait, Fengjin! He really just came here to find something! Look, it's this thing..." Wang Xiaomie raised her hand to show the hairband and prevented him before the slight 'crackling' sound came, while Zhenbei was completely confused.
He didn't know why his newly acquainted acquaintance and friend were arguing, but his instincts told him that the guy in front of him was not someone to mess with. Zhenbei quickly stuffed the fish beads into her own bag and then hid behind Wang Xiaomie, peering out with half of her head.
Wen Fengjin looked at the hairband in Wang Xiaomie's hand, but instead of calming down, his expression became even more terrifying.
In Wen Fengjin's ancient era, giving a hairband to a man and a handkerchief or hairpin to a woman represented feelings of love. Conversely, demanding these items represented active pursuit.
But Wang Xiaomie didn't know, and he looked horrified as Wen Fengjin suddenly smiled and said softly, "I've changed my mind, Senior Brother. I don't want Mu Yi to kill him..."
Wang Xiaomie breathed a sigh of relief: "If you can understand, that would be..."
Wen Fengjin smirked and tilted his head: "Yes, rest assured, Senior Brother, I'll handle it myself."
Huh, I can rest assured—yeah, right!
Wang Xiaomie saw Wen Fengjin slowly raise his hand, his large ink-red sleeves billowing without any wind, his red clothes fluttering, his black hair drifting, and his pale face mingling together, giving off a hauntingly beautiful feeling.
Even at this moment, Wang Xiaomie couldn't help but think to himself: Damn, he's really handsome!
But before he could fully grasp what was happening, a surge of energy suddenly pushed him back. He had never imagined that someone could push another person against the wall with just a flick of the wrist.
In the blink of an eye, he was sitting on the ground, and Wen Fengjin had appeared among them, grabbing Zhenbei's neck with his hand!
Damn! He's like a teleporting ghost!?
"My Senior Brother's hairband is also something you desire!" Wen Fengjin held Zhenbei's neck as if he could break it with a little force, and Zhenbei was already lifted off the ground, in pain, grabbing and pulling at Wen Fengjin's arm.
"Don't be afraid, Senior Brother, I know you also hate him. Shall I take care of him for you?" While asking if it was okay, his tone was rising, with the excitement of a young man, as if asking if he could have a piece of candy.
He was even able to kill someone while turning his head to smile at Wang Xiaomie, who was stunned by his casual and deadly tone and expression, trembling against the wall as he watched Zhenbei struggle.
And the adult's desperate struggles did not even budge him! It wasn't just talk; he really would kill Zhenbei, and Wang Xiaomie clearly understood this fact.
"Um..."
The painful sound from Zhenbei's throat startled Wang Xiaomie, who quickly stood up from the ground and tightly hugged Wen Fengjin's arm, trembling and pleading in a voice almost on the verge of tears.
Wang Xiaomie was just an ordinary person, and he admitted that.
Afraid of death, afraid of killing, afraid of life slipping away, and also scared of criminals...
Even if he was considered weak and useless, Wang Xiaomie couldn't bear to see someone's life end in front of him.
I'm just an ordinary person... Zhenbei's struggles behind him had already started to weaken, and Wang Xiaomie trembled, pleading with the 'culprit' who had seemed normal yesterday.
When Wen Fengjin exposed his fierce fangs, Wang Xiaomie finally understood what Wen Fengjin was and what he himself was...
They couldn't be considered human anymore...
No tears could flow from his eyes. How could a body that had already stopped the flow of time and life have tears?
Wen Fengjin looked at the person who was about to cry with wide eyes of shock, looking at the face that looked so pitifully desperate, and then and overlapping with the past, just like that year, he had slaughtered his hypocritical fellow disciples one by one, and his Senior Brother had knelt in front of him with that same look of despair and sadness, begging him.
And then what happened? He still turned those people into cold corpses, and his Senior Brother never returned, never seen again...
Wen Fengjin panicked, and like a different person, he threw Zhenbei away, donning a strange and worried face as he crouched down and embraced Wang Xiaomie.
Being held tightly, Wang Xiaomie trembled, and Wen Fengjin held even tighter.
"Don't be afraid, Mian Deng, don't be... I misunderstood you, I was wrong, don't be mad at me, okay? Don't leave me, okay? I'll let him go. I'll give you what you want; don't leave me..."
"You'll forgive me, won't you? You've always been so understanding, so tender-hearted... Mian Deng, I was wrong, I'll carry you back..."
"Mian Deng, why aren't you answering me?"
Wang Xiaomie's horror couldn't be concealed, not even by his expressionless face. He was like a frightened lamb, stiff and still, and Wen Fengjin seemed to filter that out, smiling as he picked him up and walked back.
As they walked back, he would lower his head to gently nuzzle Wang Xiaomie's head, sniffing the scent with his nose.
Lying in those cold arms, Wang Xiaomie cautiously swallowed, not daring to move.
"…You're making me angry again. Why aren't you speaking to me?" Wind and rain lowered his head as if grumbling softly, his long hair falling over his face. The black eyes rolled, and the corners of his mouth tugged up, but his eyes were all bloodshot.
"…"
"I, I…" Wang Xiaomie couldn't control his fear, his lip trembling, unable to speak.
Wind and rain seemed to have heard something from Wang Xiaomie, and said to him, "I know, I know. I will have Mu Yi take them to the upper tomb passage. They came with someone else. I will have Mu Yi drive them all out. Don't worry, hehe, did I do a good job? Sleep light?"
"…"
I'm sure this big shot is definitely crazy! And he’s from the psychiatric department! But Wang Xiaomie didn't dare to resist. He quickly said, "Okay."
Wind and rain's eyes relaxed, and they continued walking happily. They walked for a long time, and Wind and rain kept holding onto Wang Xiaomie tightly, as if afraid he would run away.
Just as Wang Xiaomie was almost breathless and trembling with fear, he saw the familiar palace, and Wind and rain stopped in his tracks.
Looking up, Wang Xiaomie saw Wind and rain's chin tighten into a cold, expressionless face. He lowered his head and asked, "By the way, senior brother, did he come when you were using the restroom?”
"Yes..."
"Did you have any cover at that time?"
"No..."
"Oh no... If senior brother is seen by someone, I will be very jealous... So... I must give senior brother a small punishment." In the midst of Wang Xiaomie's horror, Wind and rain continued, “...”