It was the evening of the third day when Han Shangyang returned to the guest room. In the past two days, he had been searching for people day and night with the disciples of Xue Yan Valley. He barely ate any food and only drank a few sips of water. After all, he was a monster.
His endurance was indeed better than that of ordinary people, and the disciples who accompanied him changed several batches. When the people who accompanied him in the first round of searching saw him after changing shifts, they couldn't help but exclaimed and asked if he had rested.
His body was not tired, but his heart was very tired. This inner fatigue would also be reflected on his face, no wonder they said so. Later, when Senior Zuoyun found out about this, he took over for him personally and had people take him back to rest.
I just gave up. Unfortunately, a strong wind blew in the afternoon and the sky was very dark.
It was like falling into the night early. They all estimated that there would be a spring rain tonight. It rarely rained in Xueyan Valley, and even if it did, the distribution of rain clouds would be very scattered. After all, if it rains heavily, there will be accumulation in the valley.
The snow will be washed away easily, and this place will not have such a name.
It started to rain half way back when Han Chang went back. The rain was not heavy when it first fell, so he had to speed up his pace while the road was not too muddy. In spring, the rain was still cold, and it was very strange.
His heart has gained nothing.
When he entered the room, his hair was already wet and strands stuck to his face. Xie Zhe grabbed a handkerchief and handed it to him. He waved his hand and said no. A slight heat wave spread over his body, and his clothes and hair dried.
Xie Zhe raised his eyebrows, feeling strange, but he was too lazy to say anything. Han Sheng originally planned to ask about Ling Huan's situation first, but after seeing Xie Zhe's clothes clearly, he asked this question first:
"You...why are you wearing Xue Yanzong's clothes?"
"I've washed that one, but the others are still dirty. I don't have to change it, so I borrowed one first."
"Is that so... Speaking of which, those disciples told me that Ling Huan woke up that night." Han Chang immediately turned to the topic, "How is the situation now? Is she feeling better? About Miss Xue... did she say anything?"
As he said this, he subconsciously looked towards the wall. Opposite the wall was Ling Huan's room. Xie Zhe quickly made a silencing gesture, asking him to keep his voice down, then pulled him further away, and then said:
"Don't mention it. She started crying when she woke up that day, and she cried all day and night... She cried and vomited all over me, including yellow bile and water. You weren't there, so you don't know how heartbreaking it was. I didn't dare to ask anything.
, but she was banging her head against the wall like crazy, unable to stop her. She also scratched her face and pulled her hair until there were blood marks on her neck. For those who don’t know, they thought she was possessed by some evil spirit.
, but Dr. Gu Zhong and I are convinced that there is no such thing..."
The slight fatigue on Han Chang's face was replaced by shock. From the person described by Xie Zhe, he could not be connected with the always quiet Ye Lingquan. Then, he realized something from Xie Zhe's description.
.I believe Xie Zhe himself understood this from the strange things he experienced personally.
"We went to the bottom of the cliff that night. Didn't you say that her cat suddenly disappeared? So I guessed this possibility and thought that she broke the shamisen. But I went there again the next day, and still...
Not even the body was found.”
"There is no one, but does it have her breath?" Xie Zhe was also very concerned, "I heard that many people who fell down from the mountains survived. Those branches, vines, and weeds made it possible for them to fall to the ground.
As for being fatally injured, maybe she is not seriously injured and can still move around on her own, and then..."
At this point, Xie Zhe couldn't go on. All of these are just beautiful hopes, which do not mean they are reality. The two of them looked at each other in silence for a long time. It was completely dark, and the candlelight that was about to burn out was in the room.
It looked particularly bright inside. The rain outside was a little louder, and it kept falling.
"By the way, about Yun Waijing..."
"Let's not mention that for now, it's not important." Han Chang waved his hand, "Is she resting now? I want to take a look."
"Well, it's a little better today. I have a warm-hearted female disciple to help take care of it. I'll take you to have a look."
After that, Xie Zhe led him out to Ling Huan's room next door. Neither of them took an umbrella, after all, it was only a few steps away. But as soon as they reached the door, they heard a girl's shout from next door.
, and a series of clattering sounds of tables and chairs. These sounds may have been there originally, but they didn't listen carefully, and they ignored it because they were mixed in with the sound of rain. The two of them didn't dare to waste a moment, and quickly stepped forward to break open the door.
"What are you doing?! Miss Ye, you have to calm down! Someone is coming quickly!"
Then the two saw a shocking scene: Ye Linghua was holding a pair of big scissors in one hand, and her arms and sleeves were covered in blood. The female disciple who was taking care of her was panicked, her face turned pale, and she was covered in blood due to constant arguments with Linghua.
Xie Zhe immediately rushed forward to snatch Ling Quan's scissors, while Han Sheng pulled the female disciple away and gave him a pause.
After doing this, none of the tables, chairs or benches were where they should be. Xie Zhe found that he couldn't pull Ling Huan's scissors, and she kicked him wildly, so he had to grab her wrist and pin it behind her back.
.Although this scene looks like a police officer controlling a prisoner, there is no other way.
"What's going on? Why did it happen like this? Are you injured?"
Han Zhang pulled a stool for the female disciple to sit down, and distanced the distance between the four of them. The female disciple's eyes were still wide open, her hand pointed at Ling Huan was still trembling, and so was her tone of voice.
"She, she, after she woke up, she suddenly searched for things in the room!" The female disciple said incoherently, "I, I asked her what she was looking for, but she didn't say anything, and then she pulled out a pair of scissors, and just
——Prick yourself! I can’t stop it! I can’t stop it!”
The female disciple was probably frightened, so she started crying after saying that. Han Chang still didn't understand why, so he had to pat her on the shoulder, and then persuaded her to go out for a rest, and called a few doctors to help. They would handle it for the time being. Female disciple
The disciple nodded, sobbing and trotting all the way. Ling Huan probably had no strength, so Xie Zhe finally found an opportunity to grab the scissors and throw them away.
"Look at her hand! How's the injury?"
Hanshang came over and lifted up her bloody sleeve, checked it carefully, breathed a sigh of relief, and said it was just a skin injury. Then they carefully helped her sit down and asked her why she did this.
"If you don't do this... if you don't do this," Ling Huan seemed to be still unconscious and talking in his sleep, "If you don't do this, there is no other way. I have to, I have to, I have to... do something -
-I want……"
Xie Zhe and Han Zhang looked at each other, wondering what she wanted to say. But it was not difficult to guess that she was extremely guilty of Mi Yin's disappearance, and maybe she was punishing herself in this way.
"Don't think too much. It's not your fault. You can't blame everything on yourself."
Ling Huan shook his head repeatedly: "No, you don't understand... you don't understand. This is all my fault, it's my fault. Maybe, maybe I'm too selfish in my heart, because I want to live - no, no, no
Like this, I do it because...because of it, I can only do this, I can't help it..."
She was vague, and all her language expressions made her look so crazy. They knew that Ling Huan must have been greatly stimulated by the accident. No matter who commented on the person in danger from an outsider's perspective, it was
It's very unreasonable. Regardless of whether Miyin's disappearance is directly related to her
relationship, she should not be blamed to any degree at the moment - unless she pushed Mi Yin off the edge of the cliff. But they all believed that Ling Huan would never do such a thing. She could only feel guilty for it
I'm afraid it can only be because she failed to save someone...even if it has nothing to do with whether she could have done it in the first place.
Ling Huan's chaotic breath suddenly stopped. Xie Zhe looked at her in confusion and found that she was staring at his waist.
When Ling Huan suddenly reached out to draw his sword, he threw the entire scabbard at Han Zhang. Although Han Zhang didn't know what happened, he reacted quickly and caught Fengyun Slash, allowing Ling Huan to pounce.
Nothing. She suddenly lay down on Xie Zhe's lap, as if all her energy was just for this moment, and her strength was gone in an instant. She was as heavy as a lifeless corpse.
Xie Zhe tried to lift her up and let her sit upright again. There was no luster in her eyes, and she was like a puppet at the mercy of others. Her arm was still a little damp, and the wound was still dripping with blood. Wasn't she in pain?
"What is...what's wrong with you?" Xie Zhe's voice was very soft, not like asking a question, but more like mumbling to himself.
He raised his head and glanced at Han Zhang, who shook his head helplessly. Both of them were worried. Since she was stimulated this time, she went completely crazy and would never be the same again. Since it was he and Han Zhang who let him go at that time.
The two people left, which led to the current situation, so these two people cannot escape the blame.
"Stop blaming yourself," Han Chang finally said, "This matter is all our fault. We thought that it was safe in Xueyan Valley, and nothing would happen if we let the two girls go on their own, but we didn't expect... to blame
Just blame us, but if you want to hurt yourself, we won't agree - unless you hurt us first. We can all let you do this. This is our... responsibility and retribution."
Ling Huan, who had been silent at first, suddenly seemed to have regained consciousness. She spoke clearly and eloquently:
"No, you don't understand. Even without what you call a mistake - I still have to cut it off."
"Cut it off?"
"Cut what?"
The two of them concentrated their attention. Xie Zhe sat more upright, and Han Sheng no longer leaned against the wall, but stood up straight. Ling Huan looked at his bloody arm and became silent again.
"I will probably become very bad one day..." she murmured softly, "but if I can escape its control - then everything can return to normal... Miyin will not..."
"Don't be silly. How can your hand have a will of its own? It is a part of you. It can never control you. You are its master."
"Hanshang is right. Didn't Lord Jiyue also say it? Your hand just contains a spiritual power, and it will never produce your own thoughts. Moreover, there is no talisman attached to it.
