Chapter 3: The First Day Jun is Not Here (3)
The second person to see was Ji Lianbing.
This woman was undoubtedly the most dangerous among the women around Juncheng.
It wasn’t that her actions were extreme, but because of her “uncertainty.”
Her necrophilia, stemming from childhood trauma, was actually an innate nature born from being surrounded by death and being cherished by the dead. How could such a person’s mind be normal? When she was with Juncheng, she appeared ordinary, but that was just a “superficial appearance.”
Once, in order to deny her love, she actuallyShattered that part of her mind.
With terrifying willpower.
During this summer break, as I spent time with her, I understood even more clearly that Ji Lianbing was merely a monster in human skin.
Juncheng successfully tamed this monster, but the price was his identity as a human; he became a zombie.
However, now that the one holding the leash is gone, what will the uncontrolled monster do?
The answer is right before our eyes.
Ji Lianbing’s room was clearly different from the others. It was more spacious than Kaoru Tsukiyose’s room, about twice the size.
Through the glass, there was a mass of blackness.
And there were guards.
A tall red-haired maid stood there, accompanied by another. This white-haired one must be Miss Shirley.
Miss Shirley saw us enter the room and greeted us with a smile, nodding slightly.
“Miss Zi’ai and Miss Yu Hui, you’re here to visit Young Miss, aren’t you? However, I regret to inform you that Young Miss is currently unable to receive guests.”
She spoke with certainty, indicating that this seemingly omnipotent maid, whom Juncheng had spoken of, had anticipated our arrival.
A demon who knows the past and predicts the future?
This maid,
I frowned slightly. This smiling maid’s ability was incredibly troublesome, a power as detestable as mind-reading.
Never mind. Since she hasn’t interfered so far, she probably won’t in the future.
People who are unfathomable generally don’t do unexpected things on a whim. Miss Shirley likely falls into the category of those who suppress their emotions. That’s why she neither saved Juncheng nor her own Young Miss, remaining a bystander.
“Is that mass of stuff Ji Lianbing?” ~ or La Xiao Keng
“Young Miss is in the center. There’s no immediate danger, but she just won’t listen to anything. We had no choice but to have the maid Yao Chun create a ‘space’ to calm her down.”
“Space?”
I concentrated my attention on the black mist on the other side of the glass again. Only then did I notice that the black mist wasn’t static but was spreading outwards.
This black mist emitted by Ji Lianbing would lead everything it engulfed to “death.” Humans and objects alike would meet their end. Was this red-haired maid the one preventing the spread of this deathly mist?
The red-haired maid noticed my gaze and said shyly,
“Could you please stop staring at me like that? I’m a bit unaccustomed to being stared at.”
“Is that so? My apologies.”
“No, no need to apologize! When I’m nervous, I tend to blink easily, and then my ability will fail. I’m really troubling you.”
“Blink?”
“That’s Maid Yao Chun’s ability, Zeno’s Paradox. She can create a paradoxical space within her field of vision. People inside the space can never reach the boundary of the space, only approach it infinitely.”
“Zeno’s…”
So, even though the death mist was spreading, it maintained the same size because it could never reach the edge of this space.
What an unbelievable ability.
“But to activate the ability, you have to keep your eyes open. You can’t blink? Wouldn’t that mean you can’t even sleep?”
Yu Hui is right. The red-haired maid just said her ability would fail if she blinked, meaning she has to keep staring at the target to create this space. She definitely can’t sleep.
“It’s fine. My record is thirty days without closing my eyes, so there’s no problem for now.”
“I hope Young Miss can calm down during this period. The other half of my reason for coming is to see you.”
“Don’t be in such a hurry to dismiss us. Half of the reason I came here is to see her, Wan.”
I stared directly at this unruffled white-haired maid.
“Wan.”
“Yes? What is it you wish to ask me?”
“You don’t know what I’ve come to ask you?”
“Heh heh heh. How could I possibly know what you’re thinking…”
“Is that so? Alright, then I’ve come to ask you how Juncheng can be resurrected. There was no sound of breathing, engulfed in complete si-
Instantly, the surroundings fell silent. In the already quiet room, I reached out and pressed the side of my head.
silence. As the red-haired maid reflexively turned her head towards us, Miss Shirley’s expression was that of ‘what nonsense are you spouting.’
I caught a glimpse of Yu Hui’s astonished eyes, and even Nana Yang had a look of disbelief.
They probably didn’t know the true identity of this white-haired maid.
If Juncheng was telling the truth, she should be ‘omniscient.’ proving that Juncheng’s words were true.
The only one who didn’t show surprise was Miss Shirley in front of me. This also
“Are you asking me?”
“Of course. Who else would it be?” I should also answer properly.
“Heh hah hah. Since you’ve ‘intentionally’ come to ask me, then the ma-
It seemed like she was hinting at something.
But the maid didn’t play coy any longer and spoke directly.
“First of all, resurrection is certainly possible.” I frowned. I also noticed that the black mist had stopped
This time, it was a sharp intake of breath. Yu Hui let it out. Nana Yang furrowed her brows deeply.
spreading. Normal life activities, and then re-insert the soul.
“The simplest resurrection is to restore the body while it remains intact, returning it to its normal state. In the strictly operating destiny system, this simple and crude method violates the principle that ‘the dead cannot be resurrected.’ It’s a BUG in the precisely operating system. Even if resurrected, they will encounter another ‘accident’.”
“This is destiny? There’s no way to revive. But as long as it conforms to
“Yes, this is destiny, also known as lifespan. Those who are pronounced dead by destiny, the resurrection ritual Young Miss once attempted is the highest-grade resurrection technique. Whether the body is gone, or the spirit is scattered, even if the- all can be re-condensed, but it requires immense sacrifice. Young Master Juncheng would not wish to be resurrected in such a manner. To repent and atone with his life.”
“That’s how it is. He wouldn’t be happy to be resurrected that way. He might exclude all these possibilities. So, another method…”
“Most resurrection techniques are similar, requiring a considerable price. Therefore, it would turn Young Master Juncheng into something else, rather than turning him into a zombie, although it wouldn’t be…
It’s like what Miss Li Nai did, but now this method, while not considered human, is a form of resurrection. There’s also reincarnation into demons, angels, spirits, etc., but this time it’s not achievable because there’s no vessel, no body.”
“Body into what? A blood slime? Like Kaoru
It was eaten by Kaoru Tsukiyose, leaving only a pool of blood. Can we reincarnate using only blood? That would
A ‘model’ like the one created by Kaoru Tsukiyose?
This isn’t funny at all. Using. If that’s the case, the remaining methods are few and far between.
“Yes, the body is gone, so such a method is naturally not feasible.”
One of the more reliable methods is the materialization of the soul.
“Materialization of the soul?” I didn’t feel anything upon hearing this, as I didn’t understand what it meant, so I naturally felt nothing.
But Yu Hui and Nana Yang both looked incredulous.
“What! Is such a thing possible in this day and age!”
“Of course.”
I asked Yu Hui beside me.
“Materialization of the soul? What does that mean? Why are you all so surprised? It means becoming an immortal.”
“Zi’ai, it’s natural that you don’t understand. Because that would mean making Juncheng ascend to…”
Is this the topic we’re discussing now? Ascend to immortality?
I really can’t understand your thought process. Why does talking about resurrection lead to a discussion about becoming a Buddha? She entered the realm of immortality and indestructibility. And Shirley
“For cultivators, the physical body is merely a burden. When ascending to immortality, one must discard the physical body.”
Miss Shirley directly stated this seemingly profound process in the most straightforward manner.
“Materialization of the soul…”
“Yang Shen?? The soul acts as the body, is that what it means?”
This way, it’s somewhat understandable. Since Juncheng’s body is gone, the method is to make a new one.
“Of course, that would take a long time. But generally speaking, resurrection is possible even without a physical body.”
“Yes, the body is gone, so this method is naturally not feasible.”
“Yes, the body is gone, so such a method is naturally not feasible.”
Miss Shirley suddenly appeared before me, bending down close to my face, our noses touching. She reached out and caressed my cheek. “Heh heh heh. Where did he go?”
“The real problem now is that Young Master Juncheng’s soul has completely disappeared. His eyes, however, were radiant, filled with the light of truth.”
My eyelids twitched violently. Shirley’s sclera turned pitch black. I felt
An overwhelming aura of ominousness emanated from her, enveloping me. And this aura seemed to be directed only at me.
Her smile was filled with ridicule, exactly like a demon.
No, perhaps she is a demon. “Perhaps Young Master Juncheng has already reincarnated?”
“Generally speaking, after a person dies, their soul enters the underworld. If they don’t make it in time,…”
Facing me with a graceful smile.
Miss Shirley looked up, her eyes and expression returning to normal, with her signature
“I will not interfere with anything. Young Master Juncheng also refused my offer of help.”
Zi’ai, I will see it through to the end.”
“Then just watch from the sidelines! Zi’ai, let’s go, Yu Hui.”
“In other words, as long as we find Juncheng’s soul, there’s a way to resurrect him. Very-
“Eh? Zi’ai!” Nana opened the door first and walked out.
I turned and walked directly towards the door. Yu Hui quickly followed. Nana Yang, closest to the door,
As I reached the door, I said without looking back.
“You can wait here.”
This was naturally said to the useless Young Miss. I don’t know what she’s thinking.
There’s no need to say anything more. How she interprets this word ‘wait’ depends on herself.
And I just need to do what I need to do.
No matter what anyone says, this point will not change. = =
Because this is what ‘An Zi’ai’ should do.
