"This is just too crazy!"
"Yeah... and my purpose is very simple, I don't think that person is a good person, and this tomb is not easy to enter..." Not to mention the monsters guarding the tomb, that Wind Jin almost became a monster! Last time, he almost got choked to death without even seeing how the other party came!
Zhenbei touched his neck and looked at Wind Jin and Wang Xiaomei, saying, "If possible, I hope you can spare my big brother because of my informing you."
Wind Jin smiled softly and slowly approached Zhenbei. As Zhenbei's face turned paler, the black eyes that spread over half of the eyeball curved with interest and he asked, "Are you asking us to spare him?"
"Yes."
As soon as he said that, a huge and terrifying force suddenly pressed him, making Zhenbei unable to move. Zhenbei's wide eyes struggled to even breathe, let alone move, and his black eyeballs turned to Wang Xiaomei.
Wang Xiaomei didn't feel any discomfort at all, but was curious about why Zhenbei suddenly stopped moving.
Am I the only one feeling this?
Zhenbei weakly looked at Wind Jin and saw him curl his index finger and point it a centimeter away from his right eye.
"Do you have something that you're relying on hoping I'd help you, hm?" Wind Jin, in his red clothes and black hair, looked like a resentful spirit! The surrounding air and pressure became even more restricted. Zhenbei even thought he was about to suffocate. At this moment, Wind Jin spoke with a voice only audible to the two of them, with disgust and a sardonic laugh, "And you don't really want me to spare your big brother, do you?"
Zhenbei, in pain, looked at Wind Jin with an expression of incredulity.
"What are you... saying, cough!"
Wind Jin's expression disappeared, "What a sense of gratitude and informing? You do indeed want to tell us this message, but for what? Let me guess... because the last time you met my senior brother, you found out that he was just an ordinary person, with too much unnecessary kindness..."
"He doesn't have the fierceness and bloodthirst of the tomb demon you imagined, and he doesn't even seem to have any strength..."
"Even when you met me, you regretfully found out that you could leave the tomb unharmed."
"How can such a 'kind' tomb owner help you to kill someone...” Wind Jin's finger pointed at his forehead, and with a raised chin, he said, "Are you worried that if your big brother really succeeded, I wouldn’t let him off, so you’d rather share their information with us? This way, even though we won't kill him, it doesn't mean we will let him off easily."
"At that time, in this uninhabited underground, a severely injured person would be at the mercy of others..." It's like the whisper of a demon, revealing the most hidden darkness in people's hearts, and then bursting into a mocking laughter.
At this moment, the horror on Zhenbei's face receded like a receding tide. Although his sunny and cheerful face looked pale due to suffocation and was covered in cold sweat, he struggled to say, "You want to kill me in front of him..."
"Of course, that familiar scent on you repulses me." Wind Jin's eerie red pupils gradually expanded. "Although it’s troublesome, even if I really killed you, he wouldn’t remember it tomorrow."
He won’t remember it? Why, could the legend be true? Apart from obtaining eternal youth and immortality, the tomb owner has other powers?!
So it is...
Haha, so that's how it is...
"You can't kill me! I know..." Zhenbei quickly said in a low voice, and Wind Jin's pupils contracted sharply.
"As long as you help me, I will also help you in return!"
At that moment, Wang Xiaomei also noticed that something was wrong. He frowned and approached to put his hand on Wind Jin's shoulder, asking, "Feng Jin, what are you doing?"
In that instant, the crimson color in Wind Jin's eyes dissipated like mist, and the strange pressure Zhenbei felt vanished suddenly. He couldn’t help but kneel down on the ground, clutching his throat and coughing vigorously, struggling to inhale air forcefully. This scene startled Wang Xiaomei.
"My god, do you have asthma, bro!" Wang Xiaomei quickly squatted down to support Zhenbei but was pulled into Wind Jin’s embrace.
He was too forceful, making Wang Xiaomei stagger.
"No need to pay attention to him."
Not sure if it was an illusion, Wang Xiaomei felt that Wind Jin’s words were bone-chillingly cold. It was only much later that he realized it was a kind of suppressed killing intent.
But for now, Wang Xiaomei looked anxiously at Zhenbei, who was struggling to the point of vomiting.
How can I just ignore this! His appearance is too scary.
Although Wind Jin was blocking him, he still shouted carefully, "Zhenbei, Zhenbei? Are you feeling better?"
After vomiting for a long time, Zhenbei, still half-kneeling on the ground, waved his hand, "I'm fine..." Maybe because of the coughing, his voice had changed.
Wang Xiaomei "oh"ed, but before he could say anything else, Wind Jin circled around him, covering his view with his chest.
"What are you doing?"
"It's too dirty, don't look."
"Huh?" The corners of Wang Xiaomei's mouth twitched. What's dirty?
But they did chat for quite a while at the entrance of the restroom. Could it be that Zhenbei made him smell funny?!
After panting for a while, Zhenbei covered his mouth with the back of his hand and stood up, looking paler than before. He smiled brightly, "I'm fine now, and he has already agreed to help me!"
"Wind Jin agreed to spare your big brother? When did you guys discuss this?" Wang Xiaomei was puzzled, "What were you guys doing just now?"
He looked at the bulged Adam's apple and chin of Wind Jin and asked, "Did you really agree, Feng Jin?"
Wind Jin indistinctly answered, "Mm," and coldly said, "You don’t like bloodshed, so I’ll have Mu Yi and them drive the person away."
"I'm just not used to it..." Even if I turn into a sticky rice dumpling and might have to fight to the death with grave robbers, but people's hearts are biased. Wang Xiaomei quietly lowered his voice and said, "But we can't let others bully us. Zhenbei said there’s a man who seems quite powerful and wants to dig your heart! If we have no other choice."
Wang Xiaomei pursed his lips, his eyes twinkling with shrewdness, "Even if we did something to him, it could be considered self-defense. Moreover, we've been dead for so many years, is there a law for handling corpses?"
Upon hearing this, Wen Fengjin was momentarily stunned, then, he relaxed his grip on his arm and then tightened it once more, this time, however, much more gently.
"Senior Brother, you forgot that technically I haven't died, right?" Wen Fengjin said with a smile.
"Alright, alright, you're an old immortal, got it," Wang Xiaomei rolled her eyes, "You're already over a thousand years old, I don't think they'd have the heart to imprison an 'old man' of a thousand years."
"If you try hard and live a few more years, you can upgrade from 'thousand-year-old tortoise' to 'ten-thousand-year-old turtle'! And maybe even set a Guinness World Record or something."
"By then, we can both be placed in a museum. I'll be exhibited next to you. I'll be the thousand-year-old mummy and you'll be the walking fossil!"
As they spoke, a vivid image formed in their minds, causing Wang Xiaomei to burst into laughter.
Wen Fengjin looked at Wang Xiaomei, who was smiling softly.
"Do you understand? I'm not just being nice. If they really hurt you, even if you really did something, I will stand by your side," Wang Xiaomei said firmly, looking him in the eye, "So even if you do anything, don't hide it from me, okay?"
Wen Fengjin lowered his head and met his gaze. He felt his fingers twitch at these words, then slowly he pulled up the corners of his mouth and said, "...I won't lie to you, Senior Brother."
Sorry, even this sentence is a lie, Senior Brother.
Hearing Wen Fengjin's assurance, Wang Xiaomei smiled again.
Zhenbei gasped and silently watched their backs. Wen Fengjin's peculiar ability just now had caused a painful tightness in his chest, dizziness, and a desire to vomit.
The Lord of the Tomb is indeed formidable.
Fortunately, I can make use of it.
But even though it's an undead monster and a mutated corpse, they embrace each other like two real human beings, Zhenbei thought to himself with a soft smile.
Disgusting.
Oh, so disgusting, I feel like vomiting.
Zhenbei smiled brightly.
...
After Wang Xiaomei and Wen Fengjin finished speaking, Zhenbei scratched his head and awkwardly approached them, saying, "Xiaomei, thank you both. I never expected that you would actually agree to help me. I don't know how to thank you, and also, this gentleman... thank you, please, you must spare my big brother."
He looked at Wen Fengjin with clear eyes.
Wen Fengjin smiled ambiguously and said, "Alright, I will spare your big brother, I promise."
"Great!" Zhenbei grinned excitedly, looking like a big, friendly golden retriever.
But Wang Xiaomei couldn't help but feel that something was odd, like the ocean on a cloudy day, so calm yet terribly frightening.
Zhenbei said, "Although they have decided to come down after a week, they will arrive two days earlier to make preparations. I'll come down with them."
Wang Xiaomei blinked and asked as he wriggled out of Wen Fengjin's embrace, "Do you want the map?"
Zhenbei shook his head, "That's not necessary. I'm already satisfied that you agreed to my unreasonable request, and also, you didn't kill me when you heard that I wanted to steal your tomb..."
He looked down and then up again, saying earnestly, "Thank you, Xiaomei." Then suddenly he laughed, "Haha, sorry, your name is just not serious enough."
"It's all because my grandmother said that a humble name is easy to prosper..." Wang Xiaomei retorted, irritated, "Your name isn't great either!"
Wen Fengjin reached out, comforting him, "I think your name sounds nice."
Zhenbei chuckled, "According to my mother, my name was given to me by my brother."
"Ah?" Wang Xiaomei said speechlessly, "Your brother is really bold, and your mother is really brave to use that name!"
"Right..."
"Oh, by the way, I have to go! I sneaked out, and I've been missing for several days. If I don't go back now, my second brother will definitely scold me!" Suddenly Zhenbei remembered something and hastily picked up his backpack from the ground, brushing off the dirt from its surface on his back.
"Um, I don't know how to go back. Can you two help me...?"
Before Wang Xiaomei could say anything, Wen Fengjin calmly said, "I'll have Mu Yi take you out."
"Ah? That big lizard?" Zhenbei shrank back in fear.
Wang Xiaomei reassured him, "Mu Yi listens to Wen Fengjin, don't worry, it won't bite you secretly."
"That's good, that's good."
Wen Fengjin's eyes flickered with an inexplicable emotion as he turned around, closed his eyes, and walked toward the tomb passageway. After a while, the sound of a throaty tremor, 'giggling', came from the tomb passage.
A blood-red lizard-like figure Mu Yi crawled up to them.
As Zhenbei followed the lizard, he suddenly turned back and said to Wen Fengjin, "I will repay you when my big brother gets out safely."
Having said that, he turned his head and left following Mu Yi.
Wang Xiaomei looked at his departing figure, but was pulled aside by a large hand.
"Don't look at him," Wen Fengjin said coldly.
Thinking he might be jealous, Wang Xiaomei said with a smile, "Don't misunderstand. I just think his personality is really nice. Although he's a bit foolish, he dared to come here alone for his big brother. If I had a personality like him, would you like me more—"
Wen Fengjin interrupted, "..."
Wang Xiaomei: "What's with that expression, man?"
Wen Fengjin: ...Ugh.