Chapter 51: 51 Disagreement

However, Song Cheng did not give up; instead, he rested his elbows on the table and pondered, organizing the information he knew, attempting to find some sort of plan.

When the Yin energy subsides, the Taboos each fall into a deep sleep.

When the Yin energy surges, the activity of the Taboos intensifies, and after awakening, they begin to expand their territory.

Inferring by normal logic, the purpose of their territorial expansion is very likely to occupy more Yin energy.

It is just like a snake in a game of Snake crawling and patrolling across the land, eating clusters of Yin energy.

The more Yin energy it eats, the larger the snake becomes.

Big snakes eat small snakes, and after eating, they become even larger.

This is the greatest possible way for a Taboo to grow stronger, or at least one of them.

Tanghe Village is so close to Shanghe County, yet Song Cheng had not seen a single Ghost servant of Yun E; even though Shanghe County had not suffered a siege by Ghost servants these past few days, blood was inexplicably flowing from his eyes. Both these points were sufficient to corroborate his conjecture.

This little snake, Yun E, is currently being devoured and is struggling bitterly to hold on.

In order to eat the little snake, the big snake slowed its siege on the city; and he, who has a close connection with Yun E, also suffered harm.

The candlelight flickered as the youth pondered.

Perhaps he already had an answer in the depths of his heart.

But his limited morality was desperately hiding that answer, making it difficult for him to speak of.

Suddenly, he saw An Chenyu opposite him reveal a look of astonishment.

Song Cheng was startled; he hurriedly stood up and rushed to a bronze mirror in the Young Miss's boudoir. Looking inside, he felt his scalp go numb.

In the mirror, his pupils, which were gathered in the center, were splitting, as if tadpoles that had been clustered together were beginning to swim outward. Black and white were chaotically intermingled, spreading out until his entire eyeball looked as if it were wrapped in a layer of "zebra stripes," or as if many tiny pupils had appeared within his eyes.

A burning sensation came again, and two lines of blood flowed from his eyes once more.

His vision began to shift again, constantly performing a "rollercoaster-like rise and fall" between "1 degree" and "thousands of degrees" of nearsightedness, suddenly up and suddenly down, making him dizzy.

The youth braced his hands on the table, lowered his head, closed his eyes, and then shook his head violently, wanting to shake off this uncomfortable feeling.

Just then, he heard a "creak" of a door opening behind him.

The Young Miss An hurried out.

The door closed again.

Song Cheng called out, "An Jie?"

No one responded.

'Did An Chenyu run away? Was she scared by him?'

Song Cheng clenched his fingers.

But this suspicion did not last long; soon the sound of the door opening came again, and two sets of footsteps approached, accompanied by the sound of the two women talking.

"Jia Er, little sister, what is wrong with Song Cheng?" An Chenyu's voice came.

She had not run away in fear, but had hurried to find Tong Jia, who had the closest relationship with Song Cheng.

Tong Jia shook her head repeatedly, then together with An Chenyu, she helped Song Cheng onto the couch, and subsequently, Tong Niangzi sat down to the side, taking his pulse and checking him over.

After it was all done, she had discovered nothing.

There were no signs of any illness; one could even say there was no illness and no problems at all.

The only problem was that these eyes of Song Cheng's were given to him by Yun E.

Tong Niangzi suddenly understood as well: something had happened to Yun E.

And just as the two women were nervous, the pupils in Song Cheng's eyes, which had been scattered like fluff, suddenly gathered back together, though the edges were a bit strangely blurry, looking like the way ink drops onto rice paper and creates a smudge at the edges.

"I am fine."

Song Cheng said, while looking around.

Sure enough, his vision had decreased, but it was only a bit blurry when looking at things; it was still acceptable.

Then, he looked at the Young Miss An and said, "I scared you."

An Chenyu shook her head and said, "I was not scared. Even if you tell me you are a Ghost, as long as you still remember me and know our relationship, then we are still husband and wife."

Song Cheng said, "I am not a Ghost..."

Having said that, he paused, and then recounted the matter of Yun E in detail.

After he finished speaking, he gave a self-deprecating smile: "I am actually a blind man."

As the seven words fell, he saw An Chenyu's favorability jump sharply, changing from 96 to 99.

Song Cheng:??? The Young Miss said "I understand" in a soft voice, then looked at Song Cheng with a rare expression, and continued: "In that case, it is Yun E who has met with trouble."

Song Cheng nodded.

Then, he saw a cold glint flash in An Chenyu's eyes; it was not a coldness directed at him, but rather the "cold thinking of someone who has cast aside all humanity" that a chess player has when pondering their next move.

He suddenly thought of Guan Xi. When An Chenyu was fighting with her brother and dispatched Guan Xi, had she also had this kind of thinking?

Before long, An Chenyu's gaze lowered slightly, and she said indifferently: "Little Song, what do you think if we find a way to connect the Yunhe to the Tanghe?"

These words were so cold they lacked even a shred of warmth; even Hu Niangzi could not help but shiver upon hearing them.

Connecting the Yunhe to the Tanghe—this was to send evil Ghosts across the length and breadth of the land.

The consequences were completely unimaginable.

An Chenyu said indifferently: "Little Song, we cannot use the perspective of the past to look at the present."

"The world has changed; if you cannot adapt to it and find the opportunity to grow stronger within it, then you will become a stepping stone for others."

"Yun E has a deep connection with you; at the very least, I have never heard of anyone being gifted eyes by an evil Ghost."

"Since that is the case, her becoming stronger will only be to your benefit."

Tong Niangzi said in astonishment: "But, but if it comes to this..."

An Chenyu said calmly: "In these chaotic times there is a Ghost Tide; which Ghost is not a Ghost, and who can eliminate them?"

"In the end, isn't it just raising Gu to produce a Ghost King, just like that Emperor who reigns over the Huangcheng."

Since that is the case, why not replace the Ghost in power with one better for little Song, and better for us?

There is nothing left to fight for in the land of the living; is the Underworld now choosing the emperor?

If Yun E ascends to power, we shall have the merit of supporting a dragon.

"Are kings, nobles, generals, and ministers born with a special lineage?"

The dignified and graceful beauty spoke words only the pathologically ambitious would say, her calm tone hiding an irrepressible killing intent; wrapped within her delicate, beautiful body was a chess player with the heart of a monster.

A chess player who loves to trade pieces.

Life and death, annihilation, all pass through her palms, leaving not a trace in her heart.

All for the sake of the final victory or defeat.

Tong Jia was completely stunned.

With her brain, she had never even imagined the things An Daxiaojie was saying; not only had she never imagined them, but hearing them now, she felt incomparable panic and fear. An Chenyu said: "Little Song, this is just something your sister is saying; whether it can be done is not that easy."

The construction period for the Yunhe has only just begun, and now it has been struck by a Ghost Tide.

After the Ghost Tide recedes, we still need to insert our own people into the Yunhe project, and later quietly connect it to the Tanghe; who knows how much effort that will take, or if it can succeed.

It would be better if we just start, and when we reach the final step, you can make the decision."

She closed her eyes slightly, then opened them again, and said: "I believe we are not the only ones doing such things.

Even without the close connection of the Gifted Eyes, this world is vast, and there will always be people who have connections with evil Ghosts, subsequently being utilized by someone or some faction.

Such is the state of the world; we must be the butcher's knife, not the fish on the chopping block."

Complex emotions flashed through Song Cheng's mind.

The boudoir had become a place of plotting.

After a long while, Song Cheng said: "An Jie, I want to find a hidden and safe place to take you, Tong Niangzi, and Ying'er to live well."

Evil Ghosts have the power of evil Ghosts, and the human world has the cultivation arts of the human world; as long as one is strong, it is not impossible to protect oneself and survive for a long time.

To fight in troubled times is like crawling into a meat grinder, and that is even more true when one has to crawl into two meat grinders at once.

Whether we can survive or not is hard to say."

An Chenyu rested her chin on her hand, looked at him, and then said: "Little Song, you are my man, so I will listen to you.

However, I can quietly make some small arrangements, right?"

Song Cheng nodded.

Suddenly, he was stunned, because he saw that An Chenyu's favorability had actually become 100.

The first change was because she knew about his relationship with the evil Ghost, and he had not hidden it.

The second change was because he had his own resolve; was he being admired?

Behind the red gauze curtains, An Daxiaojie glanced at Tong Niangzi and said softly: "Tonight, let my husband spend the night with me."

Tong Niangzi felt she had finally returned to a domain she could adapt to, so she laughed, sat by the bed, and said: "A great beauty like An Jiejie, you're getting a bargain."

After saying this, she ran off herself.

After a long while, the two bathed and changed clothes.

The cold and glamorous An Daxiaojie untied the man's sash, flipped over onto him, pressed her hands on his shoulders like grabbing ropes, her willow eyebrows slightly furrowed, her sandalwood mouth emitting soft moans, riding through the night, fiery and hot.

(End of this chapter)