Jiuyang's harsh sarcasm did not arouse the anger in my heart, but made me calmer.
He secretly drilled a hole in the membrane in my mind, which is extremely detrimental to me.
To give the simplest example, I have a luxurious villa filled with precious furniture.
I am the sole owner of this villa and have the key to the door.
Outsiders who want to enter the villa must ask for my permission or get the key from me.
But now, although I still have the key, the window has been smashed.
Unfortunately, the broken window cannot be repaired, so it can only remain broken.
In this way, outsiders dare not come in during the day because I, the master, am at home.
But at night, while I was asleep, the window became a "target of public criticism."
Outsiders can come in and out as they please, using my private villa as a hotel.
In addition, after seeing the precious furniture in the house, the outsiders became dissatisfied and tried to poison me, the owner, and take the house as their own.
Just like what Jiuyang did tonight, he dared to steal the body quietly and bully Tang Jingyue, what about tomorrow?
Will I bully Lingxi, or hurt Xiao Yuer, Pei Chuan and other people close to me?
Or will he do something even more "harmful"?
This idea flashed through my mind, and I was horrified to find that I couldn't find any strategy to counter it.
It's like being stuck in a quagmire, unable to move forward, and helpless.
I moved my computer chair and sat by the window, staring blankly at the crescent moon in the sky.
The moonlight is so bright and flawless.
But my heart was clouded and lifeless.
Can we just sit back and wait for death?
I asked myself and answered: No, it can never be like this.
I can control myself, but I can't control Jiuyang's thoughts.
Especially once my three souls and seven souls are completely fused by him, what awaits me will be the desperate situation of being replaced.
So I can't wait any longer, and I don't have time to wait.
I urgently need a solution to my soul's entrustment, so as to gain a ray of life for myself in the last few days.
And this ray of vitality is in Kunlun.
Yes, I can't find the clues I want in Ghost Street. I have no other way except Kunlun Library.
Of course, even if I go to Kunlun, I may not be able to successfully get rid of Jiuyang.
But if I don't go, there is only a dead end waiting for me.
Thinking of this, I began to think about how to express my thoughts to Lingxi tomorrow.
According to her, she wanted me to go to Kunlun Mountain after being promoted to Huang Lingshi and become a disciple of San Bo.
However, time waits for no one. Within half a year, there are too many variables.
I can't afford to gamble, and I can't gamble with everyone's lives.
Sighing heavily, I stood up slowly, making a decision in my mind.
We have to go to Kunlun Mountain, and we have to get there as quickly as possible.
Life or death depends entirely on nature.
When I am really desperate, I will choose to burn my body and die together with Jiuyang.
This is the best ending, whether it is for me, Lingxi, Kunlun, or the whole of China, it is the best.
...
I had a sleepless night and thought about many things.
Things from my childhood, happy things, unfinished things, things I want to do.
Until daybreak, when the sun shone into the room, I took out my mobile phone and called home.
Grandma always gets up early. At this point, she is probably already doing laundry in the yard.
"Dududu... hello." The phone was connected, and grandma's old and familiar voice came through.
