Looking at his beautiful face, he seemed younger than me. Calculating back a thousand years, I wondered if Susu was actually a pedophile!
I carefully asked, “How old are you?”
“I just turned 1,700 this year.”
Seventeen hundred! Definitely a child. I didn’t expect Susu to have such tastes. Although he might have been adorably cute as a child, he was still a child.
I shook my head and sighed, suddenly freezing and staring at him: “You’re not the Ghost King, you’re not Mu Chuan.”
According to the records, the Ghost King Mu Chuan should be around 3,000 years old now, in the prime of his life. How could he be this young?
“Mu Chuan” heard this, his face darkening: “Susu, I finally grew up. Why do you still only remember my elder brother! You promised to marry me when I grew up, but you’ve forgotten everything and only remember him!”
“I hate you,” he let go of me and sat aside, sulking. “You don’t remember Ya Ya, you don’t remember me, but you remember my brother.”
I helplessly said, “When did I say I remembered your brother?”
He challenged, “If you don’t remember, why did you call his name looking at my face that day at the Ghost Gate?”
I grumbled internally, then suddenly asked, “If you’re not Mu Chuan, where is the real Mu Chuan?”
Following the fragrance of Huahua, I walked to the pavilion, where dappled shadows of flowers and trees intertwined on Qingyuan and Huahua. I sighed silently when a startling voice came from behind: “Susu!”
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Hearing this voice, my head buzzed, and I slowly turned around, greeting expressionlessly: “Mm.”
Mu Yin had already bounced forward, gripping my hand: “Why does your complexion still look so terrible? It seems I must help you recuperate. You’ve been asleep for four days.”
“What? Four days?” I almost jumped up; no wonder my whole body ached. I was eager to leave, as tomorrow was the day of executing the mission, and I couldn’t delay here any longer.
Huahua had already run over, hugging me: “Sister, you’re finally awake. Huaer has been so worried.”
I gave her a meaningful look. If I couldn’t leave tomorrow, the curse would be unable to be cast, and the mission would fail.
Huahua’s little face crumpled, about to cry, tugging at Qingyuan’s sleeve: “Brother Qingyuan, please help my sister check if her eyes are working properly.”
Oh, heavens, just strike me down!
Qingyuan glanced at me and said flatly: “Nothing seems wrong.”
As we were chattering, a small person stumbled in, panicking: “My Lord, someone has broken in! We can’t stop them!”
Qingyuan’s expression instantly froze, walking determinedly towards the door. Huahua’s face changed: “It’s Brother Chen.”
Seeing her hurry over, I followed closely. I must say, Chen’s timing was terrible. It was already extremely difficult to take Huahua away; protecting him would be even more challenging.”
Arriving at the front courtyard, I saw the lotus-blue clothing, undoubtedly belonging to Jian Chen.
After several days apart, his eyes had gained more vicissitudes. His slightly rumpled clothing suggested he had been searching for Huahua these days.
My heart stirred. Since he could enter, it meant the ghost gate had reopened. I suppressed my excitement and began considering how to take them away.
Huahua saw Jian Chen and walked towards him: “Brother Chen.” After two steps, Qingyuan stretched out his hand to block her.
Jian Chen gripped his long sword, staring at Qingyuan: “You’re the ghost creature captured by Yu’er that day.”
“So what?”
Their voices were cold and murderous, likely to fight within two sentences.
I actually hoped they would battle, giving me a chance to escape with Huahua. But Huahua tightly gripped Qingyuan, stubbornly saying: “Don’t hurt my Brother Chen.”
I truly despised Huahua, secretly wiping away tears, stepping forward: “Although Huahua is a demon, the ghost realm is unsuitable for her long-term stay. The Pear Garden is her proper residence. Qingyuan, you understand this, right?”
I sneered: “When I first met you, I was curious why you would practice such a forbidden technique. It wasn’t until Huahua mentioned Baiyu that I understood – you didn’t want Baiyu to die, didn’t want Huahua to die, so you chose to use your own life to stop that calamity.”
But you forgot one thing: you three have depended on each other for a hundred years. Whether lovers or family, they have become irreplaceable. What would they do if you died?”
Jian Chen, exhausted, replied: “If not this way, what else could I do? Watch Huahua die?”
I pursed my lips, words on the tip of my tongue, yet unable to speak. I am the God Monarch of the Divine Realm, an observer who cannot say too much, even if… watching the three of them face life and death, defying fate.
I hate this feeling.
Mu Yin frowned and said: “Susu, even if reborn, your Divine Realm cannot change the affairs of our Ghost Domain, right?”
I almost wanted to hug and kiss him, nodding: “Of course. Even if the Divine Realm turns everything upside down, it won’t affect you at all.”
Mu Yin’s clear eyes brightened: “That’s simple. When all is said and done, isn’t Baiyu’s calamity not happening in our Ghost Domain? If we close the Ghost Gate for those few days, Baiyu can’t enter, and the calamity will naturally be resolved. None of the three need to die.”
Qing Yuan pondered for a moment: “No problem. But since it involves the Divine Realm, if others find out, there might be objections.”
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Mu Yin’s eyes flickered, thinking for a moment: “Then let’s use my birthday celebration as a pretext to close the city gates for three days.”
“Feasible.”
I breathed a sigh of relief, but Jian Chen still frowned deeply. Even with the Ghost Gate closing, no one could predict the outcome. If something went wrong, who might die was unknown. And once Huahua returned, he would fall back into his ordinary self from three years ago, unaware of subsequent events.
Unknowingly, we seemed to have placed an extremely large bet.
I was originally an observer, yet I don’t know why I’ve become nervous.
Let everything go smoothly.
You Nong, My Nong is over, and I pulled Huahua, placing a mark on her forehead, silently chanting a spell.
A misty red light spread on her forehead, gradually enveloping her body. The light of heaven and earth dimmed for a moment, and I had sent her into the tunnel from three years ago.
At this moment, I could have easily escaped back to the divine realm without anyone noticing, and I would have been safe. But I wanted to stay and see how Huahua had changed the fate of others.
When bird songs and flower fragrances reached my ears, I was already in the pear orchard. Looking around, I saw Huahua glancing in all directions, seemingly trying to determine which point in time she had returned to.
That was Qing Yuan.
If calculated this way, there were still two days before White Jade would encounter her heavenly tribulation. Later, White Jade would go to the ghost realm to find the Rebirth Flower, then be poisoned, forcing Sword Dust to kill her. All destinies would be decided in these two days.
At this moment, Huahua could not see me. After collecting herself, she walked near the pear tree and looked up, calling out, “Brother Qing Yuan.”
Qing Yuan slowly lowered his head, frowning at her. A cold wind swept past me, rushing towards his direction – the consciousness wind, presumably sending back the memories of Qing Yuan from three years later.
If the memories returned and he went back to close the ghost gate, everything would be fine. I let out a long sigh, but before the cold air could reach, I saw Qing Yuan raise his hand and disperse the cold air…
Huahua, seeing he was ignoring her, said, “Brother Qing Yuan, Huahua will let you go now, just remember to go back and close the gate.”
