Chapter 38: Is It You? Have You Come Back?
Feng Shi wanted to cover the child’s eyes again, but in the next instant, he realized something was wrong.
The little white dumpling’s eyes were staring straight ahead, fixed on his collar. The expression on his face was a mixture of shock, disbelief, and other emotions; in short, it was very complicated.
“What’s wrong?” Feng Shi was puzzled.
Looking down, he saw that his collar was wide open, revealing everything that should and shouldn’t be seen!
“Hey! You…” Feng Shi’s heart skipped a beat. He wanted to pull his collar closed, but a hand firmly grabbed his wrist, stopping his movement.
Clearly, this was just a child who looked four or five years old, yet his grip was astonishingly strong. In an instant, Feng Shi’s wrist hurt so much he suspected his bones were about to be crushed.
“Hiss!” Feng Shi frowned and sucked in a cold breath. Realizing something was truly wrong with the other party, he endured the pain and tried his best to soften his voice, asking, “What’s wrong?”
Shen Songhe’s breathing was rapid, and the bottom of his eyes was faintly red. Hearing the question, he looked up, locking his gaze onto Feng Shi’s eyes from below. The strength in his hand increased, and his tone carried obvious agitation: “Is it you?! Is it you? Have you come back?”
Feng Shi’s heart missed a beat meeting those shimmering eyes. He was confused by the question, but at the same time, a bit worried. He didn’t know if the little white dumpling was suffering from some hidden illness.
“Are you okay?” Feng Shi frowned. He raised his other hand and touched the little dumpling’s snow-white forehead with the back of his hand.
Fine beads of sweat had seeped out on Shen Songhe’s forehead. He slapped away Feng Shi’s extended hand.
He also realized that the person in front of him wouldn’t give him the answer he wanted. Consequently, his expression became colder than ever before, and he asked another inexplicable question: “What happened to the wound on your left chest?”
Feng Shi couldn’t react for a moment and asked back, “What?”
Shen Songhe repeated it with immense patience.
This time Feng Shi heard it clearly. He tugged at his lapel and looked down.
Above his flat left chest, a long, pale pink scar lay quietly.
Feng Shi didn’t know why the original host had this scar, but in his original world, he also had such a scar on his body.
Therefore, Feng Shi could only tell the truth based on his own memory: “I was naughty when I was young. I climbed a tree to steal someone’s apricots and accidentally fell, scratching it.”
It had bled a lot back then, and he had hidden it, daring not to tell his mother for fear of being scolded.
But actually, saying this was incorrect. The original host was raised by Shen Songhe since childhood; how could he lack apricots to eat?
Shen Songhe’s brows locked tight after listening.
He naturally didn’t remember Feng Shi having such an incident in his childhood, yet this scar was indeed exactly the same as in his memories.
He couldn’t be seeing it wrong, nor could he be remembering it wrong.
So, Feng Shi really wasn’t him…
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to admit it, but… it simply wasn’t him…
Shen Songhe didn’t want to think about it in detail. He released the hand shackling Feng Shi, clenching his fists tight, gritting his teeth to stop himself from going mad.
The person in front of him wasn’t the one he was looking for. He just looked like him, just looked like him…
He kept repeating this sentence in his heart until his emotions slowly calmed down.
Opening his eyes, he saw Feng Shi looking at him with a face full of concern.
“Little Whitey, why do you ask this? Is there something you need my help with?”
This looked just like the scene of a mental illness episode; how could Feng Shi not be worried? But the little dumpling pursed his lips, looking exhausted, as if he didn’t want to say a single word to him, so he had no choice.
Shen Songhe indeed felt tired. He closed his eyes and lay down, but that pale pink scar in his mind lingered and refused to disperse.
Once upon a time, he had also planted kisses countless times on the scar on a person’s chest…
But the scene suddenly changed, leaving only endless firelight, blood-red, and broken arrows piercing through flesh.
Shen Songhe opened his eyes in horror, biting the tip of his tongue hard, his body tense like a string on the verge of snapping, until he tasted the thick, sweet metallic taste of blood in his mouth.
Feng Shi frowned tightly, seeing the little dumpling curling up and lying with his back to him, seemingly asleep. After a long while, he took a blanket and covered him.
“Qingqing, what’s wrong with the little dumpling?”
The worried Feng Shi returned to his own bed and clicked open the panel to ask the System.
He had curiously asked a couple of times before, but the answer Qingqing gave him was that character information was confidential. No matter how Feng Shi pestered, it refused to reveal even a bit.
【Host Big Shot, because the character and character reactions involve the main plot, it is inconvenient for the System to reveal. The Host needs to dig it out yourself~ Come on, add oil (do your best)!】
Feng Shi was helpless: “This rhetoric again. What use do I have for this System!”
Qingqing: 【Everything is for the Host’s better life experience~ Don’t you think having suspense makes it more interesting?】
Feng Shi pinched its bun-face hatefully: “Interesting my ass, I just want to finish the mission quickly and rot properly!”
Of course, he was just saying angry words.
Feng Shi was not born to be someone who slacked off. From childhood to adulthood, his requirements for himself were never low. While maintaining his bottom line, he also strove to do his best.
Because he knew that only with sufficient ability could the beauty in his imagination be guaranteed.
Just like now, although he had a System and could use favorability to exchange for victory and cultivation, he was still used to relying on his own solid efforts.
If one day the System was gone, he wouldn’t be left without the power to protect himself.
Qingqing smiled but didn’t speak.
Possessing inside information, it couldn’t help but want to laugh seeing Feng Shi right now.
Truly a foolish little puppy; in the end, wouldn’t he still be pinned down and f*cked…
Qingqing covered its mouth, its expression a bit bitchy: 【Okay then, really looking forward to Host Big Shot’s reaction after knowing the truth~】
Feng Shi: “…’Then’ your ghost, Clip Voice System (Pick-me girl voice)!”
And with this expression, he suddenly felt that whatever the truth was, it wasn’t that important anymore.
After that, the night was quiet.
Early the next morning, Feng Shi, who had practiced cultivation all night and was refreshed and high-spirited, patted the Qiankun bag in his arms and hit the road.
Arriving at the place, just like last time, a crowd of disciples gathered in front of the Demon Slaying Tower. Their postures and behaviors were exactly the same as before, only with some new faces added and some familiar faces missing.
This time, the way the disciples looked at Feng Shi was no different from before, perhaps even more disdainful. Who knew what the rumors about him within the sect had twisted into to make them harbor such malice toward him.
But no matter what, Feng Shi wouldn’t take it to heart.
He searched for acquaintances in the crowd. After wandering for a long time, he finally found someone he knew.
“Senior Brother Zhou Ying!”
Feng Shi adjusted his hat and clothes, secretly holding his breath to make his complexion look rosier and more pleasing, and stepped forward with a brilliant smile.
When Zhou Ying saw Feng Shi, the surprise on his face was unconcealed. Then he also revealed a faint smile, polite: “Junior Brother Feng Shi.”
Seeing this, Feng Shi liked him a bit more from the bottom of his heart. Although the man was a bit arrogant at the start, daring to befriend him despite so many people’s criticism counted as true character.
“Senior Brother, can I go with you guys again this time?” Feng Shi stated the purpose of his visit, twisting his body shyly, his expression timid.
Zhou Ying looked at him, then looked left and right at the people under him.
There were a few who were with them last time, and also a few new Junior Brothers and Sisters. Everyone’s expressions were normal, so Zhou Ying took the lead and agreed.
“No problem.”
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