The door to Room 1115 was half open. Rays of light from daybreak crept into the darkness, where everything was still a mess.
A faint metallic stench of blood seeped out of the door…
Baili Wuchang’s footsteps paused. The smell stimulated his nerves, the veins in his temple pulsing uncontrollably.
With a flick of his wrist, Baili Wuchang procured a pair of black sunglasses. He quickly put them on to cover his eyes. As long as he didn’t see that blaring scarlet color of blood, he could still retain a shred of rationality.
Wen Nuan stood by Baili Wuchang’s side. This was the second time he had seen him pull out these sunglasses, so he curiously glanced at them a few more times.
Baili Wuchang didn’t give him a chance to observe. He pushed open the door to Room 1115, and with a little more force, he would tear the door off its hinges.
Baili Wuchang said coldly, “I’ve always hated the word ‘misunderstanding’.”
Wen Nuan quickly grabbed hold of Baili Wuchang’s wrist, stopping him from pushing the door open. He said in surprise, “What are you going to do? You’re not going to tell Senior An about all this, are you?”
If he did, wouldn’t everything Ying Zi did go to waste?
“Hah—”
Baili Wuchang laughed for some reason, lowering his gaze to look at Wen Nuan. “Do you really believe Ying Zi had no regrets like he said? If that was true, he wouldn’t have told his entire story to an irrelevant party.”
He hit the nail on the head. Wen Nuan had no way to refute.
As to why Ying Zi told Wen Nuan his entire story, it definitely wasn’t because of Wen Nuan’s friendly face…
Ying Zi said he had no regrets, but in his heart, there were bound to be things he couldn’t let go of. He liked the young man so much, and he really wanted to stay with him; he had done so much just for the young man’s sake. Was everything going to drift away as the first ray of morning sunshine came, obliterating and distorting everything?
Even if the young man never found out the truth, Ying Zi still hoped that after everything he did, he would still be able to leave something behind…
This was probably his last selfish struggle, and the last unspoken regret he had.
“But…” Wen Nuan hesitated. He could understand Ying Zi’s line of reason. “Even if Ying Zi had regrets in his heart, the thing he wanted the most was for Senior An to quickly continue living.”
“I’m really not a good person.”
Baili Wuchang listened to Wen Nuan speak, and without heads or tails, he said such a thing, pushing open the door to Room 1115.
The ancient double-edged sword Baili was born with a rich murderous spirit. Baili Wuchang never thought of himself as a good person; why did he have to take other people’s pain and happiness into consideration? The only thing Baili Wuchang knew was what he wanted to do, and what he was supposed to do.
“Even if you live in pain, it’s better than ignorantly living forever in deception…”
With this last sentence, Wen Nuan didn’t have the time to stop him. Baili Wuchang had already stepped into the room where the chaos was.
“G…” Guest…
Wen Nuan raised his hand, but his words stuck in his throat, unable to come up or down. In the end, he shook his head helplessly. He thought to himself, Nice-waist guest’s words are so chuunibyou. It turns out that chuunibyou doesn’t affect only humans. This kind of temperament propagates even through Hell.
Wen Nuan roasted Baili Wuchang in his heart, then quickly followed inside Room 1115.
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Su Mu stared at Wen Nuan, face full of disbelief. “You…What did you call me?”
“Senior An, it really is you.” Hearing his words, Wen Nuan no longer doubted who it was.
The person left in the room was the real Su Mu. “An Xiangbei” had his wishes fulfilled, returning to his own body, becoming the young man that Ying Zi had cherished in his heart…
But now, Ying Zi had no way of staying by the young man’s side, nor did he have any way of staying behind Su Mu…
“Ying Zi lied to you.”
Baili Wuchang got straight to the point, not a word of nonsense spoken as soon as he stepped foot into the room. He told everything completely without concealment.
“Li…ar…”
“Liar…”
“Big fat liar…”
Su Mu’s eyes were wide, his entire body trembling. He subconsciously raised his hand, pressing down on his chest. His heart ached. Remorse and shock were like a wave drowning him, making him unable to breathe.
Wen Nuan had said before, if you like a flower, you could choose to give it soil and water. If you like a flower, you could also choose to pick it for yourself. This was actually what Ying Zi had said, but Wen Nuan hadn’t divulged all of it; he’d only spoken half.
Ying Zi told Wen Nuan, he didn’t know what ‘like’ was until he met Su Mu. It was Su Mu who taught Ying Zi, if you really like a flower, even if you want to pick it for yourself, you’d hesitate to hurt it…
Baili Wuchang looked at him coldly. “You escaped from Hell before, and I should be taking you back. However, you’ve been given life again, and Ying Zi’s spirit has left. As a living person, you’re no longer under my jurisdiction to handle.”
As soon as Baili Wuchang finished speaking, he turned and left.
Wen Nuan looked at the dispirited Su Mu. He had a bellyful of corny jokes and funny bones, and he could do just about anything, but comforting others was one thing he really couldn’t.
“Guest, wait for me…” Wen Nuan quietly and quickly chased after Baili Wuchang. He ran after him, thinking, What a terrible situation. I shouldn’t have come.
“Wait a moment, I…Huh—!!!”
Wen Nuan ran out of the room once he saw that Baili Wuchang was about to disappear, hurrying to chase him. But who would have thought that a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of him. Wen Nuan almost collided with the black shadow, appalled.
Hearing Wen Nuan’s exclamation, Baili Wuchang paused to turn around.
Wen Nuan was behind Baili Wuchang, but in between the two, there appeared another figure.
Baili Wuchang frowned. “Ying Zi.”
His words were not a question, but a statement.
“Ying Zi?”
Wen Nuan’s head was in a tizzy. He raised his head to look at the figure in front of him.
“He looks quite handsome,” Wen Nuan couldn’t stop himself from saying with a sigh.
The tall and broad man looked considerate and protective at first glance. Even though he didn’t smile, his brows and eyes made it look like he was, giving people the impression that he was amiable.
Ying Zi nodded and said, “That’s me.”
“Wait a minute…” Wen Nuan was at a loss, his brain unable to compute. “How can you be so handsome? Shouldn’t shadows be a mass of darkness? Senior An said you didn’t have eyes, a nose, a mouth, or anything, and that other people couldn’t see you; how could…”
“No, no,” Wen Nuan interrupted himself, shaking his head. “More importantly, Ying Zi, shouldn’t you have disappeared? How are you here?”
Speaking logically, between Ying Zi and Su Mu, only one could survive. The blood sacrifice had worked, and Su Mu became a living person again, so Ying Zi should have disappeared with the morning light.
Wen Nuan didn’t believe it. His eyelid twitched, and he quietly muttered to himself, “Was it all just crocodile tears? That would be too insincere.”
Ying Zi smiled, sure enough, looking quite kind. He said, “I’m also rather surprised about why I didn’t disappear. However…”
Earlier, during the blood sacrifice, Su Mu was revived. Ying Zi was cast out of Su Mu’s body, disappearing in front of Su Mu.
Su Mu thought that Ying Zi’s spirit had scattered and disappeared, but by some miracle, Ying Zi didn’t wither away like he thought. He stood perfectly well in front of Su Mu.
And once the first ray of morning light came into the room, Su Mu’s eyes could no longer see Ying Zi.
Su Mu had already died once, so he was no longer exactly the same. His all-seeing eyes had been impaired, so he could no longer see ghosts and gods. He was just a normal person now.
Even though the Hell Chain Hotel was built on the yin-yang borderline, people could only see ghosts and gods here after midnight. By the time morning came, their all-seeing eyes would return to normal.
In this way, a new question disturbed Wen Nuan’s mind. If Su Mu couldn’t see Ying Zi, then why was he able to see him during the day?
Ying Zi’s words interrupted Wen Nuan’s train of thought. Ying Zi said, “However, I think I know the reason why I haven’t disappeared now.”
“Why’s that?” Wen Nuan asked curiously. “How are you completely okay?”
Ying Zi raised his hand, pointing to the back of his own hand. “Because of this.”
“This?” Wen Nuan looked over. The back of Ying Zi’s hand had a strange mark on it, like a flower petal. If you didn’t look too carefully at it, you would think it was just a scar, and that there was nothing weird about it.
“A mark?!”
Baili Wuchang couldn’t control his shock. In a flash, he appeared in front of Ying Zi, his face grave. “Who are you?”
In front of Baili Wuchang, Ying Zi respectfully lowered his eyes and said, “Lord Baili, long time no see.”
“Lord Baili may not remember, but we’ve met before.” Ying Zi touched the mark on the back of his hand. “I previously begged your Master for a favor before. This mark is a debt I owe him.”
Ying Zi was not a normal shadow. Actually, he had lived for a long time. Time had whittled away at his memories, so there were some things he couldn’t remember clearly.
Ying Zi said, “I had forgotten the matter regarding this mark before. However, the blood sacrifice revealed this mark to me earlier, saving my life. It made me remember something from the past…”
Baili Wuchang didn’t have the patience to listen to him slowly reminisce. He snapped, “Do you know where he is? Tell me where he is!”
Ying Zi slowly shook his head. “I’m sorry, Lord Baili.”
Hope had ignited in Baili Wuchang like a gas flame, but it just as quickly extinguished.
Ying Zi said, “Since that incident, after Master’s soul scattered, I never saw Master again…”
Though Wen Nuan didn’t understand what they were saying, he could tell that Baili Wuchang’s mood had been pushed to the edge, so nobody had better poke at him in the next moment, or else they would invite disaster.
But speaking of which, regarding the mark on the back of Ying Zi’s hand, Wen Nuan felt like it was more and more familiar…
Like…
He had seen it before.
Familiarity was like ripples in the water, slowly undulating. Gradually, the ripples turned into a whirlpool, ceaselessly rotating, expanding, distorting.
Wen Nuan felt his head spin. It was like he had sunk into the whirlpool himself, and he couldn’t stand up straight. His body tilted, but he didn’t perceive it at all, falling backwards.
The expected pain didn’t hit him. A pair of strong arms caught Wen Nuan in their embrace. At the same time…
There was a familiar feeling.
Dazed, Wen Nuan couldn’t open his eyes, his eyelids becoming heavier. His struggle was in vain, like a powerless ant, and finally, he was swallowed by darkness.
Wen Nuan fell into a dream…
The author has something to say: [Mini Theater]
Lord Baili: There’s no way my Master is a waist-con.
Wen-Little-Nuan: …
Lord Baili: There’s no way my Master could tell corny jokes.
Wen-Little-Nuan: …
Lord Baili: There’s no way my Master couldn’t have a birthmark.
Wen·Smiling Dimple·Little-Nuan: Guest, do you need special service?
Lord·After Special Service·Baili: …Awesome.
Oh oh, will he realize that’s him?
Thanks for the update 🤣❤️🤣❤️
Aaaah so much reversals ! Thank you for tranlating
The mini theater in the end always have meee… Lol
Aaaa I had hope that Su Mu kept the eyes so he could see Ying Zi
So bittersweet that su mu can no longer see ying zi during the daytime but im glad ying zi didn’t die fr! 😭 Also, wen nuan’s past memories slowly coming back to him? 👀
Thanks for the chapter 💕