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I stared at Clay Bodhisattva, who looked so innocent and adorable as she said, "Saning Brother, I don't know."
I felt momentarily speechless.
But then I thought about it; if the River of Despair were that easy to find, it would be overcrowded by now.
Just then, Clay Bodhisattva said to me, "But Saning Brother, I know someone who knows."
"Who?"
I waited for Clay Bodhisattva to continue.
She told me, "It's you, Saning Brother."
I glared at Clay Bodhisattva, thinking to myself that if I knew, I would have gone there already instead of waiting here. But looking at her expression, she didn’t seem to be joking.
"I..."
Clay Bodhisattva nodded.
Chen San and Xiaoru also fixed their gazes on me.
I said, "How could I possibly know where the River of Despair is?"
"Clay Bodhisattva said, 'Saning Brother, you will know soon enough.'
Listening to this vague statement, I felt a bit confused myself.
But just then, Wang Wei said, 'Saning, I know something has changed.' My gaze immediately shifted to Wang Wei as he continued, 'Saning, the orientation of this room has changed.'
How could the orientation of the room change? The layout of a house is determined when it is built, usually facing south.
If there were no unexpected circumstances, Wang Wei's house should also be facing south.
However, Wang Wei's claim that the position had changed caught me off guard. He added, 'There must be some bastard who altered the orientation of my house.'
I quickly asked, 'What changed?'
Chen San listened and then turned around the room. He confirmed that it really had changed.
I looked around and saw nothing unusual; how could it have changed? But I couldn't make sense of it. Damn it, I said to Wang Wei, 'Just explain it clearly.'
Wang Wei replied, 'There are more things in the room now, and some of the furniture has been moved.'
'Can't we just move it back?' Clay Bodhisattva innocently suggested.
'This stuff has a fixed nature; it can't be moved back,' Wang Wei said with a grim expression.
'Damn it. Who is plotting against me? Could it be Zhang Dexin? That guy was just at my doorstep earlier.'"
Previously, Wang Wei had seen Zhang Dexin and had avoided him.
Chen San and Zhang Dexin knew each other; they had once made a secret agreement. Otherwise, Chen San would never have risked going to the East City Ruined Temple. I felt uncertain about it all.
Wang Wei had enemies, and he had never revealed who they were.
I was almost certain it was Zhang Dexin. However, Wang Wei had never confirmed it.
But soon, Chen San said, "This matter probably wasn't done by Zhang Dexin."
Wang Wei immediately became displeased and retorted to Chen San, "How can you say it wasn't Zhang Dexin? I think that old bastard did it."
Chen San didn't argue with Wang Wei.
Instead, he continued, "Saning, the Evil Being might have come back."
Upon hearing this, I felt a chill run down my spine. I had just returned, and now the Evil Being was knocking at my door. Wasn't this a bit too precise?
Chen San went on, "The orientation of this house has likely been altered for more than just a day or two; it must have been some time. Besides, this house isn't yours. The Evil Being probably discovered that it has some connection to you. However, you haven't lived here before, so the bloodshed isn't yours but belongs to the owner of this house."
Chen San was right; I had never been to Wang Wei's home.
After hearing Chen San's words, Wang Wei's face fell as he said, "This can't be true."
Chen San replied directly, "It is true."
Wang Wei naturally knew this was real; otherwise, he wouldn't have noticed that the house had changed, that the orientation of the rooms had shifted, leading to a buildup of ominous energy.
"Wang Wei," he said to me, "Saning, you have to help me with this."
But since the Evil Being had appeared, it was clearly targeting me. Last time, it hadn't taken my eyes, but this time it surely wouldn't let me off easily.
What exactly would this so-called Third Funeral be like?
Xiaoru cast a disdainful glance at Wang Wei; it was clear that Wang Wei was no match for Xiaoru.
Clay Bodhisattva also held a poor impression of Wang Wei, especially after he had kicked a girl last time.
Jianjian sat on the sofa, looking somewhat lost in thought. I had no idea what Jianjian was thinking.
I said to Wang Wei, "Why are you so anxious? What are you afraid of?"
Wang Wei replied, "Saning, as long as you're here, I'm not afraid."
Clay Bodhisattva bluntly told Wang Wei, "Someone like you deserves to face some misfortune."
Wang Wei called Clay Bodhisattva "sister," which sent chills down my spine. After tidying up, we went out for lunch. During the meal, Wind Tree was also brought along.
Wind Tree hadn't seen me for several days, so when she saw me, she called out "brother" and rushed into my arms, quietly sobbing.
I gently stroked Wind Tree's head.
"Wind Tree" suddenly said to me, "Brother, I want to tell you a little secret."
Even such a small child has secrets now. I only heard "Wind Tree" say, "Brother, I like you."
I was taken aback; I almost spat out the drink I had in my mouth after hearing that.
Fortunately, "Wind Tree" continued, saying, "Brother, I like your eyes. Your eyes are getting prettier."
Hearing this, I finally let out a sigh of relief.
After finishing dinner, "Chen San" and "Xiaoru" said they had something to do and left.
As "Xiaoru" was leaving, she told me, "Saning, Chen San doesn't have much time left."
I responded with a simple "mm," not saying much more.
Chen San doesn't have much time left? Isn't he supposed to be immortal? Immortals should live forever, yet this immortal seems to be facing death now.
"Chen San" called out to "Xiaoru," and she followed him.
The reason I didn't say much was that they had too many things they hadn't told me.
There are too many secrets surrounding "Chen San." I suspect his life and death are definitely related to that "Dead Monk."
That "Dead Monk" is terrifying. If it really is the "Dead Monk," can I help him? Can I save him? The secrets lie within my eyes.
I took a deep breath.
On the way back, Jianjian finally couldn't hold it in any longer and said to me, "Saning Brother, has something happened to Fatty?"
I was momentarily stunned by the question because something had indeed happened to Zhang Fatty.
I nodded slightly but didn't answer directly.
As I looked at Jianjian, I suddenly noticed blood seeping from her eyebrow. At first, I thought I was imagining it, but after a few more glances, I confirmed it—there was indeed blood.
Blood was seeping from her eyebrow.
I felt a bit surprised and said to Jianjian, "Your eyebrow..."
Jianjian wiped it with her hand and replied, "Saning Brother, I'm fine. What exactly happened to Zhang Fatty?"
To be honest, I still had some concern for Zhang Fatty; otherwise, I would have told Jianjian about him long ago instead of dragging it out until now.
I sighed, unsure of what to say.
Jianjian then showed me her phone. It was a picture—a gruesome image featuring none other than Zhang Fatty.
He was covered in blood, and one of his eyes was nothing but a dark hole.
The sight of that picture sent chills down my spine. Damn it, that damned Evil Being really dared to go this far.
However, this is Zhang, and I think he deserves it.
Zhang Dexin has contacted me, and Jianjian has reached out as well. Of course, I care more about Jianjian. I truly see her as a sister.
As night fell, I let a drop of blood fall into my eyes. The pain surged through my body like an electric current, but I managed to hold it in.
The blood turned my eyes back to their normal black color.
But will these eyes allow me to see eternal light? Jianjian is going to meet Zhang, and there's nothing I can do to stop that. Back then, I didn't realize how much Jianjian liked Zhang. Now, it feels like I've come to understand; sometimes, just because feelings aren't expressed doesn't mean they aren't deep.
I stared at my phone, which displayed four words: Welcome Back.
I know whose number this is—Evil Being. The Third Funeral has already begun. I don't know whether these eyes bring me more disaster or more pain; all I know is that I still haven't uncovered the mystery behind them.
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