Chapter 216: First Volume_Chapter 216 I See Your Hall of Impression Is Dark (4)

First Volume_Chapter 216 I See Your Hall of Impression Is Dark (4)

At night, when Yu Beihan fell asleep, Jiang Zhi naturally returned to his body.

She was a ghost, felt no drowsiness, the fever on her body had subsided, a meal tray shoved in was placed at the door, filled with leftover food and cold meat; Father Yu would not let the boy die, and the food could barely fill his stomach.

No wonder this body suffered malnutrition; it was the age for growing, yet there wasn't even a proper meal.

The basement door suddenly opened, a Daoist entered, and without a word ordered someone to take her away.

With both hands held at her sides, she was led out of the basement, through the study, to the front of a bedroom.

This was the first time Jiang Zhi came out in the villain's body; due to the limited range, she had not been here before, everything around was extremely unfamiliar, and the subordinate standing behind her did not treat her as a person, looking at her as if she were an object.

The Daoist knocked on the bedroom door and then went inside.

The room was darker and colder than the basement, the walls covered with talismans; when she arrived, countless talismans emitted a faint light red glow.

The sight was eerie and terrifying.

Jiang Zhi raised her forehead, vaguely seeing the boy lying on the bed, breath faint, his hair scattered on the pillow as white as snow, his face shrouded in heavy deathly aura, like a critically ill patient clinging to life.

Father Yu said: "You may leave now."

The subordinates all left, leaving only the four of them in the room, including the one on the bed.

"Xiao Ze can't wait any longer," Father Yu said, his face grim, hands clenched, to the Daoist.

The Daoist said: "I have a way."

Father Yu, hearing this, turned his gaze to him, paused a few seconds, then shifted to the boy lying on the ground.

"Good." The man's refined, warm visage flashed a hint of ruthlessness, appearing somewhat ferocious in the faint red light.

The Daoist chanted the incantation at extreme speed.

Black incantations sprouted all over the boy's body, spreading like vines across his skin.

At this moment, Jiang Zhi, who was controlling the boy's body, nearly fainted from pain, clearly feeling life draining from his body and gradually transferring to the unconscious youth on the bed.

This damned Daoist actually traded life for life, using Yu Beihan's life to replenish the male lead Yu Ze's withering vitality; no wonder the villain in the story is lame and frail, even a common cold could kill him.

The reason is here.

The Yu family and the villain's Yu clan were mortal enemies, battling in the marketplace for years. Until the Yu clan bore their sole son Yu Beihan, their business flourished and they prospered everywhere.

The Yu family's sole son Yu Ze suffered a grave illness, lying in bed sustained by medicine; the family enterprise gradually declined, and under a scheme deliberately devised by the Yu clan, the Yu family went bankrupt directly.

The business district was inherently survival of the fittest, like a vicious dog pouncing on food, devoid of any feeling.

Father Yu hated the Yu clan intensely; after listening to the Daoist's slander, he learned that the Yu clan's sole son Yu Beihan was actually an emperor's reincarnation, bearing supreme purple aura, while his own son lingered on his sickbed, his fate having reached its end.

He could not bear this grudge; after a year of plotting, he kidnapped Yu Beihan, intending to transfer that imperial purple aura onto his own son.

The Daoist's aim was to obtain the imperial purple aura for himself, but he could not transfer it from Yu Beihan.

As for the male lead Yu Ze, he was the best choice, possessing pure white benevolent aura and having never done evil; as long as the transfer was made via the altar, the imperial purple aura would belong to the Daoist.

But despite his countless calculations, he never imagined that Yu Ze was the world's Son of Heaven; all his efforts were in vain, merely making a wedding dress for the male lead.

Jiang Zhi suffered immensely, clinging to consciousness, unwilling to faint.

If she fainted now, the boy who had just awakened would wake in pain and take her place, continuing to endure these sufferings.

Much time passed.

The boy's complexion on the bed improved slightly, and Father Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

The Daoist said: "He still needs to stay here for one night."

The spellcraft linked their fates; as long as they waited for the young master's fate to return to normal, the boy could be brought back to the basement.

Father Yu looked emotionlessly at the boy lying on the ground as if unconscious, walked toward the door, and as he passed him, kicked him aside, saying: "Thank you, Daoist Master Wang."

Father Yu left, and the Daoist withdrew his greedy gaze, also departing.

In the spacious bedroom, only Jiang Zhi and the boy on the bed remained.

Her bodily pain had lessened somewhat, no longer as severe as before.

They were so at ease leaving her with the male lead Yu Ze in one room, presumably thinking she currently lacked even the strength to stand.

The boy did not, but Jiang Zhi did.

She summoned all her strength, leaning on the wall to stand, her steps staggered as she walked to the bedside.

At this moment, the male lead's fate was the opposite of the villain's; he was gravely ill, his fortune wretched.

And if the villain had not been captured here, he would now be living in the Yu clan like a prince.

The two were like they had been reincarnated into the wrong wombs.

But as the plot progressed, Yu Beihan's life became even more tragic.

Jiang Zhi did not care where that imperial purple aura would be transferred; at this moment she only wanted Yu Beihan to escape suffering and leave this place.

To live the days he desired.

Jiang Zhi rarely used the abilities from worlds she had previously experienced; this time she broke her precept.

Jiang Zhi withdrew her gaze, moved her heavy steps to the table, picked up a stack of paper, then immediately bit her fingertip and smeared it on the paper.

Stroke by stroke she traced out a talisman.

In a certain cannon-fodder world she had once visited, she had worked as an exorcist, for over ten years lived in seclusion in the mountains drawing yellow talismans and wielding a peach-wood sword to slay ghosts; thus she was familiar with the Daoist's spellcraft and setting up altars and formations.

The villain's body possessed strong mental power; aided by the imperial purple aura still not transferred from his person, she drew two talismans.

Then she folded a paper person, dotted a drop of blood on its brow, and placed it in her pocket.

After doing all this, she was exhausted and lay down on a soft wool carpet to rest.

The boy on the bed woke up, his eyes blind, his hair turned white from an unstable soul, dark circles under his eyes, he propped himself up and called out into the air.

"Is… anyone there?"

Jiang Zhi couldn't be bothered to respond to him and continued sleeping.

The youth Yu Ze was thirsty, his movements slow, he lifted the blanket intending to get out of bed.

Jiang Zhi saw this, and spoke in a composed voice: "What do you want to do?"

Yu Ze heard the unfamiliar, childish voice of a boy, was stunned for a few seconds, then after a moment spoke softly: "You, who are you?"

Jiang Zhi had been in pain for half the night; although she knew none of this was his fault, she still couldn't help taking it out on him, saying, "I am your father."

He froze for a moment, as if he couldn't hear the malice in her voice, and smiled, echoing: "Really?"

Jiang Zhi: "You're sick."

She scolded him and he still laughed; if that's not being sick, what is?

Yu Ze exclaimed, "How do you know I'm sick?"

He has been seriously ill for a long time, always lying in bed, never having gone outside, and he is blind, having never even seen the outside scenery.

Jiang Zhi: "……"

No wonder he is the most saintly, pure‑good character in the plot, his whole body radiating holy light, just short of being worshipped.