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As soon as Chen San spoke, my attention was immediately drawn to him. I stared at Chen San, waiting for him to continue. His gaze seemed distant, as if he were recalling something.
I asked Chen San, "Who exactly is this old man?"
What Chen San said next shocked me: "I have seen him before. Back then, he was following someone named Lin Li."
Hearing the name Lin Li, I understood right away; that was him. However, I doubted that Chen San knew Lin Li was the same person I was thinking of.
After all, the Temple Guardian had followed Lin Li back then, so the Temple Guardian must not have been lying to me. He should be the "thing" behind those white eyes.
But how did the Temple Guardian die mysteriously after just one night?
"Lin Li?" I deliberately asked Chen San.
Chen San glanced at me and said, "You might not know Lin Li, but he is indeed a legendary figure whom many can only look up to."
I actually wanted to ask Chen San if he didn't realize that Lin Li was the White-Eyed People.
But it seemed that Chen San clearly didn't know. This piqued my curiosity; if Lin Li did not present himself to the world as the White-Eyed People, then what was his true identity?
I was just about to voice this question when Chen San interjected, "This Temple Guardian might already be over a hundred years old." After saying this, as if trying to cover up something, he hurriedly added, "Because I saw him twenty years ago."
However, Wang Wei seized the opportunity and chimed in, "How old were you twenty years ago?"
Chen San shot a glance at Wang Wei. For a moment, he fell silent, but I noticed a hint of red blood vessels bursting on his face.
It was fleeting and disappeared in an instant.
I called out to Chen San. He turned his gaze toward me, and I then asked, "What identity did he have while following Lin Li back then?"
"Just a servant," Chen San said.
"Is that all?"
Chen San replied, "The Temple Guardian isn't the focus; the key point is Lin Li. He's very mysterious."
I understood what Chen San meant: Lin Li was indeed mysterious, and the death of the Temple Guardian was trivial compared to the significance of the person behind it.
However, what Chen San didn't know was that Lin Li had permanently vanished from this world. His Ritual Burial had led to my current state of having white eyes.
This was a secret I would never reveal to Chen San.
But I thought Chen San wouldn't lie to me either. The Temple Guardian was undoubtedly linked to Lin Li, and thus also connected to the one behind these white eyes.
Just like Wang Wei.
Back when Lin Li was resurrected, Wang Wei had wavered, but the Temple Guardian had remained steadfast. He supported me firmly and helped my eyes be reborn.
He must have known Lin Li's intentions at that time. That's why he was so certain. Suddenly, a thought crossed my mind: the old man was "buried with him."
Perhaps when the Temple Guardian saw Lin Li completely leave this world, he chose to follow him into oblivion.
It wasn't impossible; otherwise, with that old man's abilities, he wouldn't have truly been scared to death! If that were the case, it would be utterly ridiculous.
I replayed the information in my mind. But why did someone take away the Temple Guardian's body? That puzzled me.
If the old man died last night, his soul should have long departed.
Moreover, when I checked the old man's body earlier, it hadn't been dismembered.
The bodies I saw behind the wall had all been dissected, yet the Temple Guardian's had not. Could it be that the person inside hadn’t even realized the Temple Guardian was dead? Perhaps they only discovered it after we forced them out from within and then took away the body?
As I pondered this, it seemed quite plausible. But did the Temple Guardian truly remain so loyal to Lin Li that he chose to be buried with him after Lin Li's death?
Was the person who carried away the body of the Temple Guardian really Third Uncle?
I was filled with confusion.
Yet, I could find no answers. That person's swordsmanship was extraordinary, capable of separating the soul from the body, which was truly unfathomable.
If someone had told me such things before, I would have never believed it, but just moments ago, I had experienced it firsthand.
Now I could only say that the world is full of wonders.
Xiaoru suddenly said, "Let's go. There's no point in staying here."
I took one last look at the temple before leaving, never expecting that such a secret lay hidden within its walls.
However, on the way back, I became increasingly convinced that the person was indeed Third Uncle. This was because Soybean had been in a similar state at that time—his soul had been stripped from his body, yet part of it remained attached to the flesh.
I clearly remembered Soybean's fate.
I recalled how terrified he had been when he mentioned Third Uncle.
I began to doubt Third Uncle; I just didn't have any evidence at the moment, but I was almost certain it was him.
He had taken away the body of the Temple Guardian—what could he possibly want with it?
I wondered if my parents knew anything about this.
Ah, it didn't matter. I would find out when I got home. By the time I arrived home, it was nearly noon, and my mother had already prepared lunch.
My father also came out. His expression still looked a bit grim.
I entered the house and called out to my mother, then turned to call my father. He responded and then invited Wang Wei and the others to sit down for a meal.
Wang Wei sat down without hesitation.
Perhaps it was my restless demeanor that caught my mother's attention. She turned to me and said, "If there's something on your mind, let's talk about it after dinner."
I had intended to say something, but in the end, the words never came out.
Jianjian was still standing behind me, so I gestured for her to sit down. She called me "Saning Brother," and it seemed she had something to say as well. I told Jianjian that we could discuss it after dinner.
My thumb was still bandaged from where Xiaoru, that crazy girl, had cut it. It was frustrating; I had two hands, yet she chose to injure my right thumb instead of my left. Now, I could barely hold chopsticks while eating.
What a twisted fate!
After a simple meal, my mother began clearing the dishes.
I wanted to slip into the kitchen to ask her about the true identity of the Temple Guardian and whether Third Uncle was really just Third Uncle.
Just as I made a move, Jianjian tugged at me.
I turned around, puzzled by her expression. Jianjian looked somewhat anxious, so I paused and asked her what was wrong.
She seemed hesitant to speak but pulled me outside instead.
With no other choice, I followed Jianjian out.
By now, I treated Jianjian like a younger sister. So when we reached the door, I asked her, "Did something happen?"
Jianjian replied with a soft "Hmm," then said, "Saning Brother, Zhang Fatty is looking for me."
Hearing Zhang Fatty's name instantly soured my mood, but I didn't let it show. I asked Jianjian what he wanted.
Instead of answering directly, she handed me her phone. On the screen was a long message from Zhang Fatty.
I spent a good five minutes reading it. Damn it, it was filled with pointless chatter. To sum it up, it boiled down to just a few lines:
"Jianjian, I love you, but I can't love you right now. I'm dying—will you come see me for one last time?"
"Damn it," I muttered, thinking about Fatty. No wonder he was better at picking up girls than I was back then.
A few words turned into a solemn vow as I reminisced about the past.
Jianjian asked me, "Saning Brother, what's wrong with Zhang Fatty?"
I replied irritably, "He's definitely asking for trouble."
"Should I go see him one last time? He can't really be dying, can he?"
I hesitated to respond, worried that Zhang Fatty might be pulling a trick again. I didn't want Jianjian to fall for his schemes.
That Fatty had taken my eye and all he said was sorry.
I took Jianjian's phone and texted back, "Fatty, don't die just yet. Wait for me for a month; I'll come see you one last time then."
After sending the message, I handed the phone back to Jianjian. She looked uneasy after reading my reply and asked, "Saning Brother, is that really okay?"
I assured her, "It's fine. Let's test his character and see if he truly loves you."
What I really meant was, "Fatty, let's see what kind of tricks you're up to this time!"
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