The tone was very brisk, with a bit of self-deprecation mixed in.
Si Yuwu laughed to himself and continued: "Although Sikyong didn't say anything, I guessed that he only raised me to give the old monster a suitable body."
"Maybe one day, I will die quietly, and then there will be another soul holding my face, using my body, to ascend to the supreme position in the world. In this case... can I be regarded as another kind of soul?
The way is free?"
Shen Qingqing fell silent, a turbid air was held in her heart, making her unable to breathe. After a long time, she suddenly raised her head, and there seemed to be fire burning in her bright eyes.
"Do you want to resist?" she asked.
Si Yu shook his head gently and laughed again, "Do you think I haven't resisted? It's useless... This face is the result of my hard work."
He raised his right hand and placed his fingertips on the cold silver mask, quietly and slowly stroking the tiny patterns on it, as if touching the ugly red marks under the mask.
"The old monster has been buried in my body. No matter how hard I try these years, I can't get it out of my body. I can only seal it here and ignore it desperately, trying not to be affected by it.
Live the life I want.”
"But there is no way..." Si Yu lowered his palms, his voice mixed with deep disappointment and exhaustion, "I can't fight that old monster, not even a wisp of his soul. As long as he hooks his fingers,
I have to go back to Zhaixing Pavilion obediently, just like a dog."
In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed, and he has long been accustomed to the life of being a dog and a sacrificial object in the Star Reaching Pavilion. He can even proudly say the words "Chief Disciple of the Star Reaching Pavilion" in front of outsiders.
Only in the dead of night can his blood, which has not yet completely cooled down, revive, and he will make a wish to the bright moon in the sky, promising a free and bright future.
"Shen Qingqing, do you still remember the question you asked me before?" Si Yu leaned on the back of his chair, looked at the red lanterns hanging high above his head, and murmured softly: "You asked me why I went to Ningyang County to find you.
I said I was just passing by and taking a look."
"Actually, I lied... I have a very, very small hope in my heart. I hope that you will be a very powerful person, powerful enough to get rid of Sikyong and that old monster, and then I will be free."
That's why he invited her into the Star-Zhaing Pavilion in a joking tone, secretly observed her every move in the dark, and stepped forward when she needed help...
"So, isn't what I want to do now just what you want?" Shen Qingqing asked him.
"No." Si Yu shook his head, "I admit that you are very smart and powerful, but this is far from enough... You are a very kind person, and such a person is far more valuable alive than dead, so I hope you can
Alive."
Just let him continue to struggle in the quagmire alone, it doesn't matter anymore anyway.
Shen Qingqing looked at him steadily and uttered five words: "Si Yu, you are scared."
He replied: "Yes, I'm scared."
He also had a traitorous nature, and he was once rebellious, but that traitorous character and arrogance had long since been worn away by endless pain.
He was just scared, so scared that he would rather hide in a thick disguise to paralyze himself than face the reality head-on.
The room fell into deathly silence again.
After an unknown amount of time, Si Yu could feel his lost strength gradually regaining its strength. He stood up slowly while holding on to the edge of the table, and said to the two people in front of him: "You can think about it slowly, I'm leaving."
"Wait a minute." Shen Qingqing stopped him, "Let's finish the drawing before leaving. I want to give it a try...How will I know that I'm really not good if I don't try?"
"Besides, some things cannot be avoided."
Even if you kill Sikyong and the Queen this time and escape the disaster temporarily, as long as the old monster is still alive, the future will not be stable.
The longer time passes, the higher the old monster's cultivation level will be, and the greater the potential threat. It is better to cut through the mess with a quick knife.
Si Yu stopped and the setting sun shone through the window lattice and fell on his masked profile. The silvery white light shone brightly, making his entire body look like a fragile glass doll.
For a moment, he turned around without saying a word, bent down and picked up a pen and started sketching on the paper. After half a stick of incense, a complete and detailed topographic map appeared on the white paper.
Si Yu put down his pen, said "take care" to them, turned around and left without looking back.
The stove on the table had long been extinguished, and little bits of red oil were messily floating back and forth in the small iron pot, like the incomplete and mottled red rouge on the temples of an aging beauty, which was so desolate that one couldn't bear to look directly at it.
*
Late at night, the capital, which had been busy all day, finally fell silent.
Shen Qingqing and Meng Yuan said goodbye to Fang Zhenshan and others in a secluded corner outside the palace, got on the lazy ball and quietly arrived at Zhaixing Pavilion.
Most of the disciples in Zhaixing Pavilion have already fallen asleep, and only a few are patrolling and keeping vigil in various corridors and arteries. It is hot and late at night, and everyone is sleepy and tired. There is no need to be vigilant at all.
The two of them easily avoided the patrolling disciples and arrived outside the room where the old monster was enshrined.
From the outside, that room seemed to be no different from other rooms. There were no windows, the door was closed, and it was pitch black. Only those who knew the situation would know how dangerous it was inside.
Shen Qingqing pulled out the soul-suppressing ruler in advance and walked towards the closed vermilion wooden door with all her energy.
The door was not locked, so he pushed it open with a gentle push of his hand. The moment the door opened, a strong green light pierced his eyes, and Shen Qingqing lost her vision instantly.
It was as if someone poured a bucket of green paint on his head, and everywhere he looked was green.
"Qingqing?" It was Meng Yuan's voice, coming from the rear left.
"I'm here." Shen Qingqing responded and slowly walked towards him following the voice. As soon as she took a step forward, a sharp and evil aura rushed towards her.
"Be careful, there's something dirty!" Shen Qingqing shouted and jumped to avoid the attack based on her intuition.
The fierce ghost missed one blow and quickly launched another round of attacks. On the other side, Meng Yuan also heard the sound of sword dancing.
Obviously, there was more than one dirty thing in front of them.
After escaping several attacks in succession, Shen Qingqing has adapted to the invisible environment. She holds her breath and concentrates, using the evil spirit to identify the location of the fierce ghost, while running her skills to launch an offensive.
With a one-foot sweep, golden light burst out, piercing the chest of the winged ghost hovering in mid-air like a sharp arrow.
"boom!"
The fierce ghost fell to the ground and spat out a mouthful of smelly black blood.
At the same time, the green confined space shook violently.
Then there was another loud "bang" sound, and another fierce ghost crawling on the ground was kicked ten feet away by Meng Yuan. The strong body of the fierce ghost hit the space barrier, and a crack instantly opened in the tightly sealed space.