A few days later, Yin Ren made an excuse and left the Municipal People's Hospital with Zhong Chengshuo.
However, since that day, Yin Ren began to disappear. Zhong Cheng said that due to his apparent status as a flesh figurine, it would be difficult for him to take the initiative without Yin Ren taking him with him.
When Yin Ren was away, he could only wait at home.
The residence in Ping'an Manor is still the same. Zhong Cheng said that he was sitting on the edge of the bed cautiously, his hands touching the edge of the bed. This should have been the life he had been used to for many years, but now it had become unbearably quiet.
The scenes in the memory world still lingered in his mind.
Zhong Cheng said he never knew he was once so big. He used to have limited perception and limited cognition. Now that he was trying to recall earlier experiences, it was like asking an adult to recall what it was like when he was under one year old—a completely disconnected version of his perceptions.
He couldn't remember it anyway.
He was like a baby left alone in a deserted world, not knowing why he was born, where he came from, and what he was.
Zhong Cheng walked to the closet, struggled for a while, took out the cheese-flavored potato chips from the closet drawer, and chewed each piece slowly. The crunchy sound reverberated, and the fragrant and slightly salty cheese flavor mixed with the aroma of roasted potatoes quickly spread between the lips and teeth.
Unfortunately, this familiar smell failed to calm Zhong Chengshuo.
It carries the ominous blood of the Great Heavenly Master and the evil spirits, but has become a cursed spiritual weapon that least welcomes murderous intentions and malice, cursing all "murderers" in the world.
Accompanying him is the lingering pain of pollution and the loneliness destined to linger in the wilderness.
This is a murderous weapon made by Yin Ren himself and sworn with blood.
His body was torn into pieces, flesh and blood splattered everywhere, which successively promoted the birth of six evil spirits, and directly pushed the prosperity of evil things to the peak. Verification is also very simple. Just use Shi'an's most advanced laboratory and compare the nature of the evil power of "Shi'an Fierce" with your own flesh and blood.
He subconsciously turned his back to the corner and tensed up vigilantly.
The emotion called fear gradually spread, this time it came thinly and softly, like a soft thorn, scratching deep in his heart.
Zhong Cheng said taking out the spicy crayfish flavored potato chip bucket and pulling it open. The evil consequences flowed quietly on it, and the dark red light was so beautiful that it made your heart tremble.
All this is due to the divine descent caused by me thousands of years ago.
To be honest, until now, Zhong Cheng said he only knew that he was Yuan Wu. As for what happened on the other side, he really couldn't recall anything.
If the legend of the Great Heavenly Master Zhong Yi is correct, Yin Ren's lunatic mother was probably contaminated by the evil force and became insane. When Yin Ren was still a baby, he absorbed excessive evil power and came to the world as a human evil creature.
Faced with all this, what would Yin Ren think
What would Yin Ren think
Yin Village is a good village. If Yin Ren was born normally, he would be able to live a stable and sufficient life as a mortal. He would live in the most stable period of the Gong Dynasty and would not be exposed to the wars hundreds of years later. That person does not need to stay away from the world, does not need to seal his former companions with his own hands, and does not need to witness the pain of Yin Village's destruction.
In the past few days, Yin Ren has been consciously avoiding him. Is it because he can't get over the hurdle in his heart and needs to think alone
But Zhong Cheng said he couldn't be happy.
Just when Zhong Cheng was about to carefully savor this delicate and delicate emotion, the bedroom door suddenly opened quietly. Zhong Cheng said he was too focused on thinking, and his whole body was shaken, and he almost cut his finger on the sharp fruit.
There is not much suspense about this matter.
If it were the old Zhong Cheng, he would definitely be excited about this matter. Whether from the perspective of research on divine descent or tracing its own origins, this is a great progress.
But he knew that Yin Ren could also guess that - looking at this posture, the eighth achievement of the Divine Conquest a thousand years ago was caused by himself.
There is no need to take one's own life when one's body is about to collapse.
Zhong Cheng said, putting his fingertips against the blade and slowly closing his eyes. It's like touching a lover who is not around.
Then he saw Yin Ren with a strange expression.
It was late autumn, and Yin Ren tucked his long hair into a hat and wore a dark red sweatshirt, dressing up quite modernly. At this moment, he was holding his hands behind his back, and the expression on his face was indescribable—a mixture of satisfaction and anticipation, as well as a subtle cunning.
"What, it turns out to be a bad consequence."
Yin Ren stretched his neck and looked at the potato chip bucket.
"It's so mysterious, I thought you were hiding something particularly exciting."
"Special items hidden in the room...such as the two pornographic books that Lu Xiaohe found on your bookshelf?" Zhong Cheng said, thinking carefully.
The small pride on Yin Ren's face instantly turned into great bitterness.
Listening to Zhong Cheng's retelling, Shi'an and his party should have witnessed the tragic battle in which the Great Heavenly Master swept away the Yi Luo army. Yin Ren didn't know how long this shock would last. He only knew that it would eventually end, and it would not be enough to erase Ms. Lu Xiaohe's wonderful memory.
"It's human nature!" Yin Ren blushed a little.
Zhong Cheng said yes and looked at Yin Ren with all his strength. He squeezed out the emotional intelligence he had accumulated for a long time, trying to detect the clues that Yin Ren "wanted to alienate".
And Yin Ren also looked at him up and down. For a moment, the two seemed to be competing with each other as to whose gaze was more penetrating.
"… never mind."
Yin Ren was defeated by that particularly serious gaze.
He cleared his throat, walked up to Zhong Chengshuo, and finally stretched out his hand hidden behind his back. In Yin Ren's slender fingers, there was a small bag that was not thick or thin. It was wrapped in gray and black gift paper with a rabbit pattern, and tied with a red ribbon flower.
"Tomorrow is your birthday, I confirmed it with my uncle and aunt."
Yin Ren snorted.
"We are going to your parents' place for dinner tomorrow. This gift is quite special, so you should open it first."
Zhong Cheng said and looked at Yin Ren blankly. He was still holding the evil fruit in his hand and was frozen in place for a moment.
Yin Ren tilted his head and looked at him for a while, and suddenly realized: "I understand, you are probably thinking about things in the memory world, and think that the divine descent you caused has rewritten my life, and I will be unhappy with you because of this. I won't be happy with you these days. "Zhu Jia, you don't think I'm avoiding you, do you?"
Zhong Cheng said, slowly turning his head away and no longer looking directly into Yin Ren's eyes.
Yin Ren sat down on the bed, his expression distorted for a while, but he couldn't hold back his smile after all. He pulled the pillows and quilt on the bed, built a soft altar with three strokes, five divided by two, and then put the gift box up.
Then he snapped his fingers, and a little flame appeared in the air. The computer that Zhong Cheng said turned on automatically and randomly played a piece of calming music composed of natural elements.
"I have been in your body, and I know your state at that time. The divine descending must not have been your intention. Why should I be dissatisfied with you because of something that is beyond your control?... But then again, I do I want to live a mortal life." Yin Ren sat cross-legged in front of the soft altar. He took off his hat and his long hair flowed on the bed sheets.
"It's just that the experience of being the Great Celestial Master Zhong Yi is equally precious to me. And at this moment, I am experiencing the best life that a mortal can experience - I have no worries about food and clothing, good health, a lover by my side, and a long life. s future."
Zhong Cheng stood there quietly, his eyes unblinking behind his glasses.
"I am offering my offerings now just for a wish."
Yin Ren blinked slyly, stood up, and almost collapsed the temporary altar. He grabbed the delicately wrapped gift box and handed it to Zhong Chengshuo with one hand.
Zhong Cheng said, taking the box with both hands and looking at Yin Ren a little at a loss.
“My wish is that my lover likes it—if he doesn’t, don’t tell me.”
Zhong Cheng said his throat moved and he pursed his lips. The light of evil flowed slowly, and he used it to gently cut the gift ribbon. Zhong Chengshuo gently opened the rabbit-patterned wrapping paper without tearing it anywhere.
Inside the package was a hard-cover notebook.
The surface of the notebook is dark and looks quite business-like. The paper is thick and the workmanship is very good. Zhong Cheng said he carefully opened the cover and found that the four-character title "Compendium of Yuanwu" had been neatly written on the inside page, and a rabbit wearing glasses was drawn below the title.
Zhong Cheng said, his fingers paused slightly and he turned to the next page.
That's Yin Ren's handwriting.
To be fair, Yin Ren's handwriting is not mature. But he wrote very seriously, his handwriting was neat and pleasing to the eye, and there were no typos. Line by line inside, it records the "suspected Yuanwu" creatures discovered by the Great Celestial Master Zhong Yi during his hundreds of years of walking in the world.
Appearance, habits, characteristics, communication methods... Yin Ren recorded them concisely on paper in vernacular, and even included simple illustrations for each one.
Zhong Cheng said that he quickly flipped through the pages, and after most of the notebook, there were only blank pages left. The interrupted position is painted with Gao Mengyu's "Cat".
That's where it all started.
"You said you like books." Yin Ren touched his nose, "It will definitely become a book. Let me give it to you first."
Zhong Cheng said that his hand holding the notebook tightened slightly. For some reason, his throat felt a little sore.
"It's still half empty," he whispered, unfamiliar emotions flowing through his blood.
"Yes, it's still half empty. We need to improve it together, great scientist."
Yin Ren stood up completely, stepped over the bedding platform, and opened his arms.
Zhong Cheng said taking two steps forward and responded to the hug. He buried his face in Yin Ren's neck and smelled the man's scent.
"Happy birthday." Yin Ren's chest was shaking.
"Your wish has come true. This is my first wish that has been fully realized."
Zhong Cheng said in a muffled voice.
"...I've never liked anything so much."
I have never liked someone so much.
Yin Ren patted him on the back: "Speaking of this, I always feel that it would be a pity to give up the wish of 'eating apples every day'. Brother Zhong, let's talk about it, can I change it?"
"Um?"
"I like your dad's wish-making style better." Yin Ren murmured, "I also have an important person who fell from somewhere and was seriously injured. He was stuck in the crack and dying. If he hadn't been lucky, he would have definitely Die there in pain and confusion."
"Based on his condition, it's impossible for him to fall 'accidentally'. I want to get to the bottom of it. I want to know who is behind all this."
"Please use this wish to replace the wish of 'having apples to eat every day'."
Zhong Cheng said and tightened his arms, and the dark notebook lay quietly on the edge of the bed.
"...Okay." He said softly.
Haigu People's Hospital.
In the ward, a thin little girl leaned against the bedside, looking at her parents beside the bed with bright eyes.
"Tell a story!" she smiled coquettishly.
"What do you want to hear?" My mother motioned to my father to pour some water, and she sat down by the bed.
"The story of Death," the girl said, "The doctor sister told it, I want to hear it again!"
The mother flipped through the storybook in her hand in confusion. It was a picture book called "Little Red Wolf" and it did not contain any elements related to the God of Death.
"What did that doctor sister say?" Mother put away the storybook and asked softly.
Maybe the doctor brought the storybook with him and didn't want to bother others all the time. There are only a few fairy tales anyway, just wait until she hears what they are and then buy them.
The little girl frowned and tried to remember for a while.
"A long time ago, a country had day and night. Its inhabitants would be born because of the day and die because of the night."
"Later, a hero appeared. The hero discovered that the night was the incarnation of Death. In pursuit of a better world, the hero summoned his companions to destroy Death together."
"Death has disappeared, and so has the night. Everyone has gained eternal life and will no longer die of old age."
The little girl's mother thought for a while and couldn't think of any fairy tale that matched the number. However, the content of this story is simple and ordinary, and it is possible for the doctor to improvise in order to encourage the patient.
"It's a good ending." She touched her daughter's head.
"No."
The little girl shook her head.
"She said the story wasn't over yet."
Volume 9 Two Tigers
(End of chapter)