The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Chap 104
A wind lantern wandered around the peak of life and death, searching for the returning half of the lonely soul.
After the Soul Guiding Lantern lit up, the living could no longer see Mo Ran. He seemed to have become half a ghost. He walked on the limestone steps, walked through the corridors, and looked around.
Red Lotus Pavilion, Shuang Tian Hall, Sansheng Platform …
He had walked everywhere, but he could not see his shadow.
Mo Ran could not help but think, could it be that Shizun was extremely tired when he was alive, and did not want to see him after he died?
This thought made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave. He walked faster and faster, and his clothes brushed past the weeds. He suddenly saw a person standing at the end of the Bridge of Helplessness, cold and desolate. His palms were sweating, and his heart was beating like a drum. He anxiously ran toward that person.
“Shizun —”
The person who turned around was a soul that he did not recognize. It was probably one of the disciples who died in the Heavenly Fissure. Half of his face was covered in blood, and he stared blankly at Mo Ran.
“… I’m sorry, I got the wrong person.” Mo Ran stammered and hurriedly walked past him. The soul had lost his mind and could only watch Mo Ran pass by in front of him. He did not do anything. His corpse white body was frozen in place, like a silkworm that was left behind in the world.
Mo Ran could not help but feel even more nervous.
If Shizun’s soul was like him, becoming a walking corpse, what would happen? Even if he found him, would he be able to guard him until dawn?
His heart was filled with thoughts of war, and his footsteps became faster and faster.
When he looked up, he suddenly realized that he had unknowingly walked to the entrance of the Meng Po Lobby.
Mo Ran pondered, Shizun was not obsessed with food and drink. After his soul returned, he would not deliberately come to this kitchen.
Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he heard a soft sigh from inside the Meng Po Lobby.
That voice was very thin, but it was like a clap of thunder that exploded in Mo Ran’s head.
He almost staggered as he broke through the door, trembling as he raised the Soul Guiding Lantern in his hand. The Soul Guiding Lantern’s light was like the rising sun, warm but faint, and it illuminated the side of a figure in white.
His knuckles were deathly white, and his fingernails had almost sunk into his palms.
Mo Ran murmured, “Shizun …”
Half of Chu Wanning’s soul stood alone in the huge kitchen. His figure was a little faint, like an ink mark that had lost its color over time, but it was definitely his appearance.
He was wearing the white robe of mist that he wore when he died. The corners of his robe were stained with large clumps of blood. It was extremely mournful, so his skin was extremely pale. It was the color of smoke. It was as if his soul would disappear without a trace if there was a gust of wind.
Mo Ran held the lamp and looked at the Catoptric Deflection in front of him.
She wanted to walk faster, afraid that he would leave if she was too late.
He wanted to walk slowly, but he was afraid that if he rushed, the dream would shatter.
Thousands of thoughts intertwined, but his eyes couldn’t help but slightly redden. How much guilt surged into his heart? He only felt that he owed him. Standing near him, he really couldn’t show his face.
The lantern swayed gently.
When he got closer, he saw that he was busy. He seemed a little anxious and clumsy.
What was Chu Wanning doing?
He came behind him. He originally wanted to help that poor soul, but when he saw the scene in front of him, it was as if he was struck by lightning. After the huge shock dissipated, he suddenly opened his bloody mouth and fiercely bit down on his neck.
Mo Ran suddenly took two steps back and slowly shook his head, but he couldn’t say half a word.
At this moment, even if an awl was pierced into his chest and pulled out his heart, it wouldn’t hurt more, along with his blood vessels and crushed flesh.
He saw that Chu Wanning’s hands, the hands that had dragged him up more than three thousand steps before his death, were already bleeding profusely. They were slowly rubbing the table.
On the table, there were flour, seasonings, and meat.
Next to him, there was a pot of boiling water. The water had already boiled. Chu Wanning, this idiot, didn’t know to extinguish the fire a little weaker. The dense mist of water soaked everything around him very blurred …
Or perhaps it wasn’t the steam that blurred the eyes of the spectators, but Mo Ran’s own eyes that were wet.
Chu Wanning’s soul was slowly pinching the skin of the handkerchief. He originally had a pair of extremely nimble hands. Divine weapons and sharp weapons were moved under his slender fingers, and a ten thousand feet barrier was formed between his palms.
But now, his hands were broken and slightly trembling. He was carefully wrapping round handkerchief after handkerchief.
“…”
Mo Ran suddenly raised his arm and rubbed his red eyes, but he still couldn’t say a word.
Chu Wanning’s back was facing him. He seemed to have finally remembered that the water in the pot had been boiling for too long. He was afraid that if he didn’t do anything, it would dry up, so he looked for the pot again.
He rubbed it.
Yes, he rubbed it.
Mo Ran finally regained his senses from the pain that could drown him. He quickly walked over to his master’s side.
He saw it clearly.
After the three souls were separated, each of them would lose something. It could be memories, intelligence, flesh, blood, and bones.
And this soul that returned from the netherworld lost a part of its perception.
Chu Wanning, who returned from the netherworld, had blurred vision. His hearing didn’t seem to be that good either. When he knocked something, he couldn’t even tell where it landed. But even so, he still tried his best to make this ordinary bowl of Wonshou. It was as if this was what he liked to do the most when he was alive. He could find a moment of gentleness in this blurry water vapor.
Mo Ran looked at him and only felt that his heart was breaking. He only felt that the world was spinning. For a moment, he couldn’t think. He just stood there and looked at everything in front of him.
“Clang.”
Because the soul with blurred vision couldn’t see clearly, he accidentally dropped the salt jar in the Meng Po Lobby.
Chu Wanning seemed to be shocked. He silently retracted his hand. His face that was stained with mottled blood revealed an uneasy expression.
“What do you want to take …”
A hoarse voice sounded beside him. It was almost choked with sobs. It was extremely guilty and heartbroken.
“I’ll help you, okay?”
Chu Wanning was slightly surprised. But perhaps because his soul was incomplete, his emotions weren’t too shaken. He quickly calmed down.
Mo Ran, however, spoke with difficulty. He was almost begging.
“Shizun, let me help you, okay …”
The water in the pot was boiling. The dead in the kitchen was warm and lively, but the living were sad and silent.
After a long time, he finally heard Chu Wanning’s familiar voice. It was slow and steady.
“You’re here?”
“… Yes.”
“It’s good that you’re here. Wait for a while. When the handkerchief is done cooking, bring it to Mo Ran. ”
“…!”
Mo Ran was startled. He didn’t understand what Chu Wanning was saying.
He saw Chu Wan Ning caressing the plump, snow-white dragon hands one by one into the pot. Her face lost its fierceness amidst the steam, appearing exceptionally gentle. Then he said, “I punished him so heavily yesterday. He should hate me now. I heard from Xue Meng that he refused to eat. When you bring it to him, don’t tell him that I made it. If he knows, I’m afraid he won’t eat it. ”
Mo Ran’s mind was in chaos. It was as if a secret that had been dormant for half his life was about to break out.
“Shizun …”
Chu Wanning smiled bitterly. “I’m afraid I was too harsh on him. However, he had to change his habit of doing whatever he wanted to do. … Forget it, I won’t say anymore. Help me find a bowl, one that’s thicker. It’s cold outside. Bring it over so it won’t be cold. ”
Breaking through the soil, breaking through the soil.
As if he heard a slight shattering sound in his mind, a certain memory finally broke through the shell with its sharp teeth and claws. It screamed and pounced on Mo Ran like a ghost!
In a flash, the sky darkened.
Handkerchief.
Shi Mei.
Shizun.
… …
That was the first time he ate handkerchief made by Shi Mei. That day, he was punished by Chu Wanning because he mistakenly broke the famous flower that Madam Wang had planted. Heaven’s Inquisition had beaten him until his flesh was lacerated. His heart was like dead ashes.
He lay on the bed and refused to get up. He only thought about how he had picked the flower to give to his Shizun. Instead, he was mercilessly whipped. He felt that he must have been blind to fall in love with Chu Wanning. He must have been blinded by lard to feel that Chu Wanning was gentle and that Chu Wanning cared about him.
It was also that day that Shi Mei came to his room with a bowl of steaming red oil handkerchief. His gentle voice, warm tone, and heart-warming dragon handkerchief caused his disappointment in his Shizun to turn into a good impression of Shi Mei.
But who knew …
But who knew!!
That strand of soul stood by his side. Every dead person’s soul was different when they returned. Some, like Luo Xianxian, returned to see the story that they did not know after death. Others, like the person by the Bridge of Helplessness, had no attachments and only wanted to return to the place where they had lived before.
This strand of soul, Chu Wanning, had lost his eyes. He could not distinguish the voices of the people around him. He did not even know what time it was.
He returned to the mortal world probably because he felt that he had done something wrong and regretted it.
He wanted to make amends.
Thus, Chu Wanning finally made a decision that was different from when he was alive.
He scooped it up with both hands and put it in a bowl. Green shredded onions, creamy soup, and red oil toppings.
He passed the bowl to “Shi Mei”, but suddenly stopped at the end.
“In the end, I treated him too harshly.” Chu Wanning muttered.
There was a moment of silence.
“Forget it. I don’t want you to send it to him. I’ll go see him myself and apologize to him. ”
Mo Ran stared blankly. His face was as pale as his soul.
He originally thought that his master was too cold, as cold as steel, causing his heart to freeze into ice. But who would have thought that his master was so good to him …
The regret that he could not let go of in the mortal world was actually himself.
— — Apologize to him again.
The ice melted, turned into water, turned into an ocean.
Mo Ran slowly raised his hands and buried his face in his palms.
His shoulders trembled slightly.
Heart as hard as steel? Heart as hard as steel?
It’s not like that …
Mo Ran’s throat choked, and then he cried. He knelt down. He knelt in front of the remnant soul that could not see him. The Soul Guiding Lamp was by his feet. He stammered intermittently. He was so hoarse that he almost cried blood. Finally, he could not hold it in anymore and wailed.
He knelt in front of Chu Wanning.
It’s not like that …
He lowered himself into the dust. He grabbed Chu Wanning’s blood-stained clothes.
If Jun Fei’s heart is as cold as steel, I can’t be a stubborn stone. It’s just that I made a mistake in the past and wronged Jun Fei so many times … Just …
“Master, Master …” He was sorrowful. He curled up. “I’ve let you down. I beg you … I beg you to come back with me … ”
“Master … I beg you to come back with me. I was wrong. It’s my fault. I don’t blame you. I don’t hate you. It’s my fault for always making you angry. If you hit me or scold me in the future, I won’t fight back. Master, as long as you come back, I’ll listen to you … I’ll respect you, love you, treat you well … ”
But Chu Wanning’s clothes were so ethereal that it seemed like they would break at any moment.
Mo Ran hated that he could not cut open his chest and give him his heart, as long as he could hear his heartbeat again. He hated that he could not run out of blood and run into his veins, as long as he could see color on his face.
He hated that he could not do anything to make up for his mistakes.
“Master.” He finally choked on his sobs.
“Let’s start all over again, okay …”
In front of Tong Tian Tower, under the begonia tree.
The gentle Grandmaster raised her head. Her phoenix eyes widened slightly. The cicadas on the branches chirped a few times. The youth in front of her was laughing.
“Master Immortal, I’ve been looking at you for a long time. You’ve ignored me. ”
In the blink of an eye, twenty years had passed. Two lifetimes.
It was all in the past.
He was truly shameless and ambitious, yet he still had to say this sentence.
Master, let’s start all over again.
Was that okay?
I beg you, please pay attention to me, okay …
