Gatekeeper of Myriad Worlds Chapter 154

Zhong Lifengluo is dead.

Not only dead, but his corpse is submerged in this glass vessel, open for observation.

Shen Ye gazed at this young master from a prominent family through the glass.

For some reason, there was no vengeful pleasure in his heart; instead, it grew colder.

Song Qingyun was too efficient.

People.

In her eyes, they were merely tools that could be discarded or killed at any time.

Shen Ye looked at her.

She smiled sweetly at him, lowering her voice and saying:

“Only you know I killed him, don’t tell anyone.”

“Is it to avenge me?” Shen Ye asked.

Song Qingyun pouted prettily, reaching out as if to hit Shen Ye.

Shen Ye’s heart tightened, then relaxed, and suddenly he also reached out and caught her hand in mid-air.

He gently caressed her hand.

Her delicate body trembled slightly, and she gently lowered her head, revealing her fair and beautiful neck.

Neither of them spoke.

In a general sense, this young man and woman should have become a couple.

But they stood silently before the large glass vessel containing Zhong Lifengluo’s corpse, letting the ambiguous atmosphere slowly spread, both thinking of other things in their hearts.

“Brother Shen Ye.”

“Hmm?”

“Are you satisfied with this explanation?”

“…There are others.”

Song Qingyun looked up, gazing at his face, and softly said:

“Killing the chief culprit is enough—after all, you still have to live in this world, and you have to follow the path of the Hun Tian Sect straight to success. You need friends, not enemies.”

“Brother, let me tell you something from my heart.”

“When you stand by my side in the future, you need to learn to use people, not to make people hate you.”

“Alright, since the chief culprit has been eliminated… I can’t possibly kill everyone from the prominent families, it’s unrealistic,” Shen Ye sighed and said.

“You’ve grown a lot, Brother Shen Ye,” Song Qingyun said with pleasure.

As she spoke, the nine-headed, one-eyed, vertical-pupil giant snake floating behind her opened its eyes together and looked at Shen Ye.

—It was starting to observe him!

What did this mean?

Shen Ye pretended not to know, and just as he was about to speak, he saw Song Qingyun take a step forward and gently hug him.

“Annoying,” Shen Ye said.

He didn’t move.

Song Qingyun chuckled, gently leaning on his shoulder, and said:

“Go and persuade my sister; I really can’t bear to see her suffer from illness anymore.”

“Okay, I’ll take care of this for you—provided your sister listens to me,” Shen Ye said.

The monster floated in mid-air, looked at Shen Ye a few times, and then returned behind Song Qingyun.

What did it want to do?

Shen Ye waited quietly.

However, no faint light appeared in the void, nor was there any prompt.

“My sister still remembers what happened back then, so she should listen to you,” Song Qingyun said.

“I’m not so sure about that,” Shen Ye said.

“By the way,” Song Qingyun suddenly said, “that greeting card you gave my sister back then, she accidentally lost it. I apologize to you on her behalf—you wouldn’t mind such a small thing, would you?”

“That was my intention, and she actually lost it?” Shen Ye’s tone became heavier.

Song Qingyun glanced at him, seeing some annoyance in his expression, then buried her head on his shoulder again and continued:

“Don’t blame her, she’s just a little careless.”

“Hmph.”

“I’ll go call my sister now; you think about what to say to her.”

“Okay,” Shen Ye said.

Song Qingyun left his embrace and walked out of the room.

Shen Ye’s expression sharpened. He looked around and saw that the pavilion was empty, with no one else and no surveillance equipment.

He took a few steps back, returning to the glass

vessel, and whispered:

“How did you die?”

—Gloomy Whispers activated!

Inside the glass vessel, Zhong Lifengluo opened his eyes blankly.

The entire glass vessel was filled with liquid, sealed, so he couldn’t speak or make a sound.

But his expression was full of resentment and unwillingness.

Under Shen Ye’s gaze, the corpse raised its hands and made a hugging gesture.

Then the corpse pressed against the inside of the glass, opened its mouth, and showed the mouth shape to Shen Ye:

“Die!”

Hug.

Die.

Understood!

“What kind of skill is her hug, do you know?” Shen Ye asked.

The corpse opened its mouth to speak, but no sound came out, and its expression became anxious.

Clang!

A soft sound. A faint light appeared in the void, gathering into words:

“Although you cannot hear it, the other party did speak the name of that spell, which your ability sensed and presented as follows:”

“Embrace of Xielatama.”

“Otherworldly sacrificial ritual, special summoning spell, forbidden spell.”

“Description: The person embraced has been implanted with a reverse summoning beacon. When the caster activates this spell, the embraced person will be teleported to the lair of the evil god.”

“—The Beginning of Decay.”

The faint light dissipated.

Shen Ye stood still, trying to suppress the chilling coldness in his heart.

No wonder she hugged me.

So I could die at any moment?

Now, she can modify my memories at any time, and teleport me to the evil god at any time.

“You may leave,” Shen Ye said.

The corpse immediately closed its eyes and floated in the liquid again.

—No, I can’t forget this move of hers.

Shen Ye took out his card, called up the input method, and casually typed a few words:

“A hug can kill.”

A voice came from afar behind him:

“What are you doing?”

Shen Ye didn’t have time to select a recipient—

The one at the top of the communication list was Nangong Sirui, who had just been added as a friend.

No time to change the person—

Shen Ye pressed hard on the card, and the message was sent!

“My card is different from yours, so I decorate it,” Shen Ye said without looking back, randomly clicking to buy a set of fashion for his avatar.

On the card.

Sun, sand, coconut trees.

Shen Ye stood by the sea, wearing sunglasses, with one arm around a beautiful woman.

Song Qingyun appeared next to him, saw the image on the card at a glance, and playfully hit him.

Shen Ye looked indifferent and put away the card.

Song Qingyun’s gaze moved from him, then glanced at the corpse in the large glass vessel, and finally turned to the entrance of the pavilion.

“My sister is here,” she said.

Shen Ye looked back.

Song Yinchen, in a wheelchair, stopped at the doorway, curiously looking at Shen Ye.

The girl, like her sister, was wearing a long white dress.

“Are you—Brother Shen Ye?”

She asked.

“It’s me,” Shen Ye nodded.

His mind went blank for a moment.

Oh no.

What just happened?

He only remembered Song Qingyun leaving to bring Song Yinchen; nothing actually happened in between.

No!

I must have done something!

I should have—

I should have taken the opportunity to ask the corpse how it died.

So did I ask?

Something moved in his clothes.

It was the card.

Shen Ye slowly moved away from Song Qingyun and walked towards Song Yinchen.

Song Yinchen had the talent to activate memories.

She should not be affected by Song Qingyun’s move.

But for Song Yinchen, from childhood to adulthood, everyone around her would be controlled and have their memories modified again and again, only she herself could always stay clear-headed—

It was too suffocating.

That she had lived until today was already a testament to her extreme resilience.

“It’s been many years since we last met, what happened to your legs?” Shen Ye asked.

“My legs have problems; I can’t stand up. Also, my health isn’t very good,” Song Yinchen said.

“You can’t go on like this—you should go to a temple, burn some incense, and get a peace charm to carry with you. I’ve tried it, and it works,” Shen Ye said.

After speaking, he casually pulled out his card and glanced at it.

Nangong Sirui had replied:

“Bro, I’m just looking for true love, not dying for love.”

Above this message was the one he had sent:

“A hug can kill.”

Hug.

Can kill?

A segment of memory suddenly appeared in Shen Ye’s mind.

—Yes, he had talked to the corpse and learned about an incredibly powerful reverse summoning spell!

He had recalled this memory!

“My sister doesn’t believe in deities,” Song Qingyun’s voice came from afar.

Shen Ye casually put the card back into his pant pocket and said:

“Or you could get her a deity pendant and have her wear it around her neck; it might work.”

“She’s unwilling,” Song Qingyun said again.

Pendant.

Song Yinchen, however, understood.

He had given her a pendant!

That last sentence was a hint that he was on her side.

So were his memories still intact?

Song Yinchen, however, showed no expression, calmly saying, “It’s useless. My illness has been with me for a long time; it can’t be cured. Various methods have failed.”

Shen Ye changed the subject: “Then follow your sister’s method and sign a contract with a deity; that can save your life.”

Song Yinchen looked at him, then at Song Qingyun who was standing far away in front of the glass vessel, observing them.

She hesitated for a moment.

“Brother Shen Ye,” Song Yinchen finally spoke.

“Hmm?”

“Can you take me to see Zhongzhou City below? This is my wish—if you grant my wish, I will listen to you.”

After she finished speaking.

Song Qingyun’s brow unfurrowed, but her face was still full of contemplation.

Shen Ye, however, shook his head, walked back to Song Qingyun’s side, and whispered:

“Your sister is just an ordinary person. She has her own life. Why do you bring her into the 법界 (Fa Jie – realm of magic) and give her unrealistic fantasies?”

“I… I’m doing this for her own good,” Song Qingyun said.

“She already has unrealistic fantasies now, she wants to participate in the joint welcoming party for the three schools. What should we do about that?” Shen Ye asked again.

“As long as she signs a contract with a deity, she will also become a professional,” Song Qingyun said.

Shen Ye sighed and asked, “Is this the only way?”

“Yes,” Song Qingyun said.

—The logic holds!

Go to Zhongzhou City, sign a contract, cure her illness, and become a professional.

Don’t go to Zhongzhou City, cannot sign a contract, cannot cure her illness, and cannot become a professional.

Although Shen Ye didn’t know why Song Yinchen insisted on going to Zhongzhou City.

But she must have her reasons.

Now everything pointed to Zhongzhou City.

Go.

Or not go?

Now it depends on whether Song Qingyun is willing to let her go.

—After all, this was the logic she personally established in front of Shen Ye.

Would she go back on her word?

Or would she agree?

“We’ll go together

.”

Song Qingyun spoke.

She took Shen Ye’s hand, walked back to Song Yinchen, and smiled, “Shen Ye and I will go with you to Zhongzhou City.”