diskusbooks Chapter 51 The Dry Red Well
Chapter 51 The Dry Red Well
The spiritual world of Kazama Ruri.
Ye Jingchen opened his eyes.
A dry well overgrown with weeds. A red well.
Appeared before my eyes.
Kazama Ruri stood steadily at the well's edge, holding a floral paper umbrella, her face expressionless, like a withered scarecrow in a wheat field.
"You shouldn't have dragged me into the spiritual world!" Ye Jingchen confidently walked to the red well, held the well opening with his hand, and glanced at Kazama Ruri.
Kazama Ruri was inexplicably unable to move. Her eyes darted around as she looked at Ye Jingchen. "What did you do to me?"
Ye Jingchen made a grasping motion towards a small pebble on the ground, and the pebble floated up and drifted toward Ye Jingchen's palm.
Ye Jingchen flipped his hand over so that his palm was facing up. The small pebble floated above his palm. He stared at the pebble and said calmly, "The human spirit has a certain capacity. The volume of my spiritual power is beyond your imagination."
I have tried my best to compress the volume of my mental power, just like compressing carbon dioxide gas into a solid. You should be able to understand, right?
In short, if you relax even slightly, your mental world will explode.
Bong!
The suspended pebbles exploded like stars at the sound of Ye Jingchen's voice!
The small pebbles scattered in all directions, but under Ye Jingchen's intervention, the speed was very slow, like a movie scene played at 0.25x speed.
Seeing that the fragments had mostly scattered, Ye Jingchen clenched his fist and said, "Put them back together!"
The scattered fragments of stone, like a video playing back frame by frame, return along the original trajectory of the explosion and recombine into the original small stones.
The pebble floated in the air again.
Ye Jingchen stretched out two fingers, gently pinched the pebble, and turned his head to look at Kazama Ruri with a playful expression.
For the first time in his life, Kazama Ruri felt fear in his eyes. He had never felt fear even when facing a king. He knew what Ye Jingchen's display meant, and he pondered in his heart: "Is he trying to tell me that he can manipulate me as easily as he manipulates a pebble by displaying such amazing skills?"
"What...what are you going to do?" Kazama Ruri asked in a panic.
“I don’t dislike you. On the contrary, I admire your second personality. It’s very much to my liking.” Ye Jingchen snapped his fingers.
Kazama Ruri instantly realized he could move again. He reached out and pulled the fine snow from the ribs of his paper umbrella, then rushed towards Ye Jingchen without hesitation. "How can I allow someone else to snore beside my bed? Especially not in my own mental world!"
Ye Jingchen made an "OK" sign with his left hand, pointing the circle formed by his index finger and thumb at Kazama Ruri.
Talk softly, "Knock!"
A giant fox head made of spiritual power appeared out of thin air and bit Kazama Ruri in one bite!
Kazama Ruri struggled to support himself with his hands, but the sharp fox teeth easily pierced his palms. He sensed that he might really die and looked at Ye Jingchen, "I won't resist anymore, let me go, I can't hold on much longer."
Ye Jingchen smiled faintly, "You should understand, I know exactly how long you can hold on, there's no need to rush!"
Kazama Ruri endured the pain, her face deathly pale.
Ye Jingchen patted the mouth of the Red Well and glanced at the bottomless darkness inside. "Hey, is Yuan Zhinu here? I know you're listening to us. Come out and show yourself!"
suddenly!
A bloodstained hand reached out from the well and rested on the well opening!
A boy who looked very much like Kazama Ruri climbed out of the Red Well and stood in front of Ye Jingchen... no, it should be said that Kazama Ruri looked very much like him.
Source virginity.
He looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a hint of youthful naiveté on his face.
He was wearing a school uniform with blue and white stripes.
There was a clear, penetrating wound on his chest, a pain left to him by Genjiro when he was nineteen.
"Tsk, your entrance was rather creepy." Ye Jingchen patted Yuan Zhinu's head.
"It's good that you didn't scare the adults." Yuan Zhinu was a little afraid of Ye Jingchen, shrinking her head and lowering it.
His eyes darted around, occasionally stealing glances at Kazama Ruri, who was struggling painfully inside the giant fox head's mouth.
Ye Jingchen understood Yuan Zhinu very well. After all, her body had been pierced by her dearest brother's sword, making it difficult for her to trust others again.
"You must have heard what I said to Kazama Ruri in the real world about the background of you three sisters, right?" Ye Jingchen withdrew his hand from Genji's head and asked softly.
“My lord, I heard everything.” Genji’s head remained lowered.
"Do you want to return to the Snake Clan?"
A glimmer of longing flashed in Genji's eyes. The Snake Clan had her dearest brother, her unfamiliar sister, and her father whom she had never met. If she went back, they would be a complete family of four.
Yuan Zhinv felt as if her mouth had escaped his control, and she uttered, "I want to."
When Kazama Ruri heard Genji utter the word "want," his heart instantly turned to ashes. He cried out in grief and indignation, "Genji, you're despicable! The Snake-Headed Hachike and Genji treated you like that, why did you even go back?"
With a hoarse voice, as if she had used up all her strength, Yuan Zhinü raised her head to look at Kazama Ruri, "But he is my brother!"
"But it wasn't Genji who protected you, it was me!" Kazama Ruri closed her eyes in despair, a tear sliding down her cheek.
He gave up struggling.
The giant fox head instantly shattered Kazama Ruri.
He transformed into countless firefly-like points of light in the air, which gathered into a small black sphere of energy.
Ye Jingchen reached out and grasped the small black energy ball, which floated into his palm.
Ye Jingchen peered into the small ball; inside were:
When Kazama Ruri takes control of the physical body.
Memories of diligently practicing various sword techniques.
Memories of the massacre of the Snake-Headed Eight Clans.
Memories of being a Kabuki performer on stage...
Ye Jingchen, controlling the small ball, turned to look at Yuan Zhinv, "I'm not trying to shirk responsibility, but it was indeed his choice. He seemed very tired at the end of his life."
Although he confines you to the red well of the spiritual world, he actually lives a more tiring life in the real world than you do, bearing all the darkness and filth on his shoulders.
All things bear yin and embrace yang, and the energy is in harmony.
Now, it's your turn to bear these burdens; this time, it's called 'courage.'
Ye Jingchen handed the small black ball to Yuan Zhinu.
Yuan Zhinv tremblingly reached out and took the small black energy ball.
The moment it was obtained.
Countless memories of Kazama Ruri flooded into Genji's mind.
In an instant.
Two lines of clear tears slid down Yuan Zhinv's cheeks.
Genji gently stroked the small black ball. In his memory, he saw Kazama Ruri, on countless dark nights, holding the blood-stained snowflakes, wrapped in a blanket like a child, trembling in the corner of the bed.
"So... you can be afraid too. I'm sorry... I was too cowardly." Yuan Zhinu raised her hand to wipe away her tears, and she mustered up her courage to look into Ye Jingchen's eyes.
"My lord, is Kazama Ruri truly dead?"