Wang Xiaomie trembled almost with a blank head, reaching for the cowhide notebook next to his pillow.
He found this notebook from the backpack of the tomb robbers in the side hall. He had been alone since childhood, without friends or relatives, and being afraid of loneliness, he had the habit of writing diaries since childhood. Whenever he took it out, it could bring him some joy.
The styles and structures of the two books were completely different, one was obviously ancient and the other was clearly modern.
But the same thing was that they both had six big characters written on their covers!
[Wang Xiaomie's Diary]
"……"
These childish markings, looking like those of a preschooler, and the font was ugly, seemed like something a dung beetle would scribble when drunk...
...Hmm, I wrote it, that's for sure.
Wang Xiaomie opened the two notebooks with a wooden face.
Left hand, first page: [Wang Xiaomie's diary: Today is the second day I became someone's wife in the underground tomb, I'm hungry…]
Right hand, first page: [Wang Xiaomie's diary: Today is my second day in ancient times as someone's senior, I'm hungry... hey~!]
"……"
"……"
Hey, what the heck! And there's a wavy line! Your uncle, wavy line!
Wang Xiaomie clapped the notebook shut, shaking like a person with Parkinson's disease. How could I have written something like this? How could this kind of writing, clearly done by someone with a mental disability, have anything to do with a handsome and dashing me?
I've never been to ancient times, never seen or heard of those memories…
Calm down—Wang Xiaomie, you have to stay calm—!
So he turned to the second page of his diary.
[Wang Xiaomie's diary: In order to prevent others from reading my diary, I have decided to use pinyin! Why not use English? Because I can't, hahaha! Am I super smart or what? Wink~]
"……"
"……"
Calm down, I have to stay calm, caaaaalm—What the hell#%￥#@%&—wink my ass!
Putting aside the secrets revealed in this notebook, just looking at the full-on teenager-ish tone above, Wang Xiaomie covered his face, feeling embarrassed.
The Wind snorted beside him, "This one is your essay, most of the characters on it I don't recognize, and there are some strange symbols. At that time, I called in all the scholars and subordinates who are good at foreign languages, and countless people gathered around this notebook and studied it for a long time, but still couldn't figure out what's written inside. Since you're here now, why not read it to me."
Wang Xiaomie: "…"
… So many people + public + research together = a large-scale execution scene.
Weird, the funeral home? Should I just cremate myself? Yes, I've been dead for a long time, I want to die again today.
The Wind snorted, "What's wrong, senior? Why don't you read?"
Wang Xiaomie hung his head and looked at the notebook, then turned another page: [Wang Xiaomie's diary: The food at the academy is too good! I have to recite a poem: The kitchen master's culinary skills are top-notch, osmanthus sugar cake and Dajiao, if you ask, what else is there to pick? Bring out some meat dishes. Hmm, I'm really talented, hehehe! Goodbye!]
Wang Xiaomie: "…" Don't look! Close your eyes! This idiot isn't me—It's not me—!
The Wind was urging him, "Since you don't want to read it, have you found anything?"
"I did find something," Wang Xiaomie said.
"Oh?" The Wind asked with a smile, "What is it?"
Wang Xiaomie cried with a laugh, "The fact that I am an idiot."
Smiling through, jdg.
The Wind: "…"
"Senior is saying something I can't understand again. But I believe senior, after reading this, must understand what's going on."
With a heavy heart, Wang Xiaomie nodded, and he flipped through several pages, where there were several similar paragraphs: 'I saw that child today, how can the future destroyer of lives be like this.' 'Ah, I found that speaking and writing can't reveal the existence of that thing, but I will do the mission well. If I fail, I will have to delete my memory and fart, too strict…'
There was also: 'The little kid is so cute! I must raise him to be a well-rounded child!' 'And what's with this setup, training the future destroyer from a young age, being the moonlight in the heart of the villain, oh my, such an idiot… idiot xx!'
After reading half of the diary, Wang Xiaomie put down the notebook and massaged his head for several hours, while the Wind had been by his side all along.
Wang Xiaomie shook his head, though feeling incredulous and clueless, but after finishing reading this diary, combined with various time-travel rebirth novels he had read online before.
He probably knew that his past self had been bound to a system for some reason, and the 'that thing' and 'idiot xx' mentioned in the diary probably referred to the system.
And his mission might be to care for the future destroyer, giving him warmth and education in his miserable childhood, turning him into a kind person…
Having thought about it, Wang Xiaomie raised his eyes to take a look at Wen Fengjin.
Feeling his gaze, Wen Fengjin, dressed in a bright red and black robe, unconsciously revealed a sinister smile, with a dark look in his eyes, a quirk at the corner of his mouth, and a red mark on his forehead, looking as if to say, "I'm going to take your life today."
Wang Xiaomie: ...Boss, do you think you can pass the ethics, intelligence, physique, beauty, and labor tests? Especially the sports test?!
Well, no need to ask, the system isn't blind either. Seeing such a big shot, with a wave of its hand, his memory was erased, and he was sent back to the modern world.
Maybe he hiccuped out of nowhere because of the system.
After Wen Fengjin said he died, he built an underground palace, collected rare treasures, and even planted a love tree. He really waited for him in the underground palace for over a thousand years.
And for Wang Xiaomie, from the present to the ancient times was just a moment for the system, so maybe in reality, he had just failed the mission last night and had been summoned into this body by the long-waited Wen Fengjin...
Damn, the more I think about it, the more I feel like he and Wen Fengjin are the male version of the movie "The Myth"?!
And if it's really as he suspects, he's lucky to have the system; ancient or modern, it's just a word from the system...
But what about Wen Fengjin? How did he spend over a thousand years guarding his body?
And based on his self-knowledge, maybe he had casually approached the other person because of the mission, wanting to play around, but ended up with this unclear relationship.
What kind of infatuation and obsession does Wen Fengjin have...
Think about it from another angle, if I were left alone underground with a body...
Damn, Wang Xiaomie rubbed his arms. Not to mention a year or two, he couldn't stand it for ten days or half a month! Even a grave robber would be itching to chat with someone for ten bucks.
No wonder the big shot Wen had a different expression every day, like he was experiencing multiple personality disorder.
It's all because of the pressures of life~~~
He flipped to the end directly and found that the diary only went up to the day of Wen Fengjin's coming of age ceremony, and the subsequent diary was torn by someone.
Wen Fengjin beside him squinted his eyes, reached out and took the diary from Wang Xiaomie's hand.
He said, "The pages here were damaged by the time I got a hold of it. Since Senior Brother has already seen it, I'll put it back to preserve it."
Wang Xiaomie scratched his head. "But isn't this my diary? And it seems like there's another one in the wooden box, can I read that one?"
Unexpectedly, after he finished speaking, Wen Fengjin's face suddenly turned cold, the pasted-on smile receding like a tide, his long and narrow pupils suppressing something eerie, as if he wanted to be gentle but his cold, lowered voice was even more terrifying.
"Senior Brother, do you think you can distance yourself from me so clearly now? Moreover, Senior Brother, you're mistaken. That's not your notebook, it's mine."
"But I clearly saw... there was a 'Wang' on it..."
"Senior Brother."
"Ah?"
"Don't make me angry~"
"..."
In all my years, this is the first time I've seen someone say 'angry~' with such a ferocious undertone...
"Senior Brother, when you came to replace the real Mengding with this body, I sensed it, so since I was seven, the person I wanted to approach, the one I wanted to obtain, was a wandering soul from an unknown place. But I'm fortunate. I even prayed for you to stay here forever. I was afraid that you were just a returning spirit. Every day, I was careful to maintain this secret, covering up your mistakes."
So, except for the people from before, on the day of the coming of age ceremony, the secret guards sent by that dog emperor to kill me and the academy dean who discovered that you were suspicious and requested to get rid of you were all dealt with by my father's old subordinates.
The difference this time was that you found out that day...
That was probably the beginning of your alienation... Wen Fengjin tilted his head, put his hand on Wang Xiaomie's face, his eyeballs not moving, causing Wang Xiaomie to shudder, then his mouth curled up and he raised it slightly.
"Now that you know my secret, Senior Brother, are you going to distance yourself from me? Are you going to think that I only love the previous owner of this body?"
Wang Xiaomie shook his head frantically, fearing that if he did it slowly, the big shot would do something drastic.
And there's nothing worse than discovering that your current boyfriend is actually your ex-boyfriend, especially when it looks like you've completely forgotten about them, plus saying, "Don't treat me as a replacement!"
Wang Xiaomie swallowed hard: Wen Fengjin has a really good temper.
Just as he thought so, Wen Fengjin said, "Senior Brother, I've suffered a lot these years..."
The tone of his words and the expression on his face were as terrifying as a female ghost in a movie saying, "Ah~ I died so tragically~"
"I was wrong! And I have no memory now, how was I supposed to know? Oh right! Why didn't you show me this thing earlier?!"
Wen Fengjin's expression slightly changed, then relaxed. He said, "After just waking up those few days, the memories of death were so painful. I didn't want you to remember them."
"Oh." Wang Xiaomie remembered what he said before, they were chased because of the elixir, and it seems that they were tortured in the end, especially when he died. It must have been a huge blow for Wen Fengjin, and he didn't want me to remember it. Wang Xiaomie's little brain was stimulated by a series of things, and he sat in the coffin, slowly sorting it out.
When Wen Fengjin saw that Wang Xiaomie quickly believed him and saw his bewildered face, his smile deepened.
The blood sacrifice hadn't been completed then. Without the control brought by the blood sacrifice, what would happen if Senior Brother remembered the things I did to you and left me again?
And... harboring guilt towards me, depending entirely on me in this underground palace...
I really like it.
If I don't restrain myself, I might end up hurting him, right.
Ha~