Chapter 226: Volume 1, Chapter 226: I See Your Brow Is Dark (14)

The light in the room snapped on, the study's furnishings were retro and neat, harsh light fell into her eyes, she blinked a moment, then opened her eyes again and saw clearly the person sitting in the wheelchair before her.

His white hair, like the Milky Way, hung to his shoulders; his complexion was sickly pale, his brows and eyes depicted like an ink painting, tranquil and gloomy; cold white light slanted across his handsome, sharp face, and his dark suit was worn impeccably, exuding a dangerous, noble, aloof aura.

On his face, not a trace of his childhood remained; twenty years later, Yu Beihan seemed like a different person.

This sight left Jiang Zhi somewhat startled, doubting she had mistaken the person.

"Are you Yu Ze?"

That conspicuous head of white hair is clearly something only Yu Ze has.

Yu Beihan raised a finger; the study door was pushed open from outside, and a crowd rushed in.

In a few minutes, Jiang Zhi was locked by the man into a storeroom, her limbs bound, a cloth tied around her mouth to keep her from speaking.

777 whispered: "Host, the plot of you helping the villain Yu Beihan escape from the basement has been repaired."

Therefore, the current Yu Beihan is someone who suffered three years of torment in the basement, had his Imperial Purple Qi transferred by a Daoist, and had his legs crippled, his fate completely opposite to that of the male lead.

Jiang Zhi's face flushed with anger: "So all those things I did were for nothing?"

During the few days she accompanied him, she had tried hard to change Xiao Yanwang's fate, which had clearly been on the verge of success...

777 said: "I've already told you, Host, that you unintentionally possessed the villain—that was a bug; once fixed, everything will return to normal."

Jiang Zhi snorted: "A bug? I'm afraid the plot's divine pillar doesn't want to see the villain fare well, nor does it want to see the Son of Heaven it created, the male lead, fall short of the villain."

If the Imperial Purple Qi had not been transferred to the male lead as the plot dictated, the male lead's fate would have been only a dead end.

777 panicked: "Host, you can't say such things."

The Main God oversees every system's movements; if such words reached the Main God's ears, the host would be expelled.

Jiang Zhi leaned against the corner and fell silent.

Even if she had known this outcome back then, she would not regret rescuing Xiao Yanwang from the basement.

But right now she has a matter to attend to.

Chen Aqian is in danger tonight.

At that moment, the storeroom door opened, and the sound of the wheelchair rolling on the floor drew nearer.

Faint light streamed in from outside, and Jiang Zhi saw Yu Beihan again.

The summer night temperature was high, somewhat sultry.

Yet thick wool blankets were laid over the man's legs, he wore an outer coat, he coughed lightly at the corner of his mouth, then after a moment asked: "Who sent you to kill me?"

Jiang Zhi thought it absurd—did there exist an assassin like her?

The cloth binding her mouth was undone by a subordinate standing behind the man; she could finally speak, and looking at him earnestly she said:

"If I say I'm not an assassin, would you believe me?"

Beneath Yu Beihan's slightly lifted eyelids, his dark pupils held a cold, unfeeling hue; as she looked at him, he too looked at her.

The girl's black hair was tied back; below her plain bangs, her features were a typical doll-like face, a pair of unblemished almond eyes round, clear, and pure, meeting his gaze without fear; she wore an old, patched dark blue Daoist robe, her slight frame making her look like she had just come of age.

"Then what are you doing here?" he asked coldly.

Jiang Zhi wanted to speak but held back; she couldn't tell him she had helped him escape from the basement, so she was here to have him fulfill the promise he once made.

Surely he would think her mad and hand her over to the police.

Suddenly recalling the news she had seen by the roadside, the present Yu Beihan was no longer the kid manipulated in the basement; he is now a renowned and legendary figure of Hua Guo.

"I came to see you because I admire you."

Yu Beihan: "Take her to the police station."

As those bodyguards approached, the ropes binding Jiang Zhi's limbs snapped instantly; she raised her hand and waved at them, the talisman in her palm glowing.

"Clang—"

The bodyguards collapsed at the sound, unconscious.

Jiang Zhi rubbed her wrist, looked at the man sitting unfazed in his wheelchair, stepped closer, and said: "I've said I'm not here to kill you, yet you refuse to believe me."

Yu Beihan narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze sweeping over the talisman in her palm, his face cold and grave: "Are you an exorcist?"

Jiang Zhi tugged at her lip: "Yes, what of it?"

Yu Beihan's emotions fluctuated; the fingers resting on the armrest suddenly clenched, his other hand pressed to his chest, and he began to cough violently.

His face grew paler with each cough, like that of a critically ill patient, as if he might faint at any moment.

Jiang Zhi's fingertip brushed her right eye, and she saw that the man, deprived of Imperial Purple Qi, was shrouded in a thick black mist, cold and wrapped in utmost malice—like the Tang Sanzang meat that evil spirits crave to boost their power.

She pulled out a yellow talisman, quickly affixed it to his back, and chanted the incantation.

Golden light swiftly enveloped the man, dispelling all the dark mist.

But this yellow talisman can only last a moment; only merit can fully dispel it.

Merit... it also has to be golden merit, not just one person's—it requires the merit of thousands.

Now Yu Beihan's body is more like a bottomless pit, able to absorb endless dark malice.

Yu Beihan suddenly reached out and gripped her tightly, his breathing ragged, his chest heaving, his voice hoarse: "You… you get… get out."

Jiang Zhi tugged her wrist, but couldn't pull free.

Even at this point, the man still had such strength.

She had no patience to argue with him here; she slapped a continuous talisman on him, wrenched her wrist free, and snapped: "Only I can save you now, Old Yanwang; if you keep causing trouble, I'll strip your clothes and toss you into the middle of the road."

The utterly weakened Yu Beihan heard her, froze for an instant, a flicker of familiarity rose in his heart, unable to fathom why such a feeling would arise.

Jiang Zhi also couldn't just leave him there, so she simply pushed him out.

Chen Aqian's home is not far from here; after leaving the detached villa, the way was clear, not even a servant in sight.

She pushed him into the elevator, had just pressed the button, when she heard a faint, muffled sound coming from the wheelchair.

"You… where are you taking me?"

Jiang Zhi watched the talisman stuck on his back vanish before her eyes, and, helplessly, she stuck another one on, saying, "Don't worry—I'm not selling you off to the mountains to be a child husband."

Yu Beihan: "........."

He clearly felt his physical condition improve greatly; that murderous, brutal thought was tightly suppressed by something, not as painful as usual.

It's all thanks to the girl's effort.

But her words always leave people speechless.

Yu Beihan felt he was also acting strangely.

He had always loathed exorcist Daoists and their ilk, but toward her he felt no hatred—indeed, he let her push him into unfamiliar places.

"Do you know me?" he asked.

The elevator doors opened, Jiang Zhi pushed him out and walked forward, saying, "I don't know."

Yu Beihan frowned.

What does that mean? Does he know me or not?