TRYMBPIETM 150: When I went in the Past (32)

Fang Mingge held his breath, and Cheng Shang’s expression also shifted slightly.

Luo Ting and Luo Huaiyu, standing beside Cheng Shang, frowned, their faces clearly showing confusion.

At a slightly farther distance, the sight of Xing Shuangzhan’s expression made Daoist Du Ming tense up, and in an instant, he began to suspect that Xing Shuangzhan had already lost his rationality.

But it shouldn’t be.

Isn’t Chi Qingzhou nearby?

How could he allow Xing Su to lose his mind?

His mind was in a bit of a mess. He wanted to contact Cheng Yufei and the others, but after meeting Xing Shuangzhan’s cold gaze, he dared not act rashly.

The atmosphere was tense.

Xing Shuangzhan looked around, and soon furrowed his brows, looking toward Luo Huaiyu and the others with a hint of questioning in his gaze.

“Is Qingzhou still busy? At such a critical moment, none of you went to protect him? What if someone ambushes him?”

Luo Huaiyu and Luo Ting: “……”

Cheng Shang and Fang Mingge: “???”

Du Ming Daochang, who had been lost in thought for a long time: “Ah?”

No, Xing Su, King of Ghosts, do you even hear yourself?

With Chi Qingzhou’s strength, who would dare ambush him?

Oh, wait.

Daoist Du Ming paused, recalling the hallucinations he had just experienced. He deeply felt that even just looking at Chi Qingzhou was already a death sentence, let alone attempting an ambush.

He was speechless, and for a moment, he couldn’t even remember the cold aura Xing Shuangzhan had when he first opened his eyes.

Cold aura? What cold aura?

It must have been an illusion.

Lovesick brains don’t have cold auras.

Everyone’s gaze was filled with awkward hesitation. Xing Shuangzhan saw it but didn’t care.

He glanced over at Chi Qingzhou, still conducting the ritual in the distance, his eyes filled with gentleness and affection.

His little contractor was so pitiful.

There were always people with ill intentions watching him, such as the Chi family couple, the ghost deity, and even the reincarnation system.

When Xing Shuangzhan fused with the dragon vein, he fell into an incredibly real illusion.

Although the intention was to respond to an emergency, such behavior was inherently illogical and would naturally lead to even more difficult-to-discern illusions.

At least in the beginning, when Xing Shuangzhan’s memory was blurry, he didn’t immediately realize whether what he was experiencing was an illusion.

And now, though Xing Shuangzhan was sure those events would never happen again, he still couldn’t help but suspect that they had occurred on another timeline.

If, much earlier, Chi Qingzhou hadn’t been so eager to make friends and had only stayed with him, not hearing about No. 66594 from Cheng Shang beforehand, what would have happened?

Maybe No. 16594 wouldn’t have appeared at all, or maybe it would have, but Chi Qingzhou wouldn’t have been prepared for it, and wouldn’t have known how to rid himself of the system sucking on his soul. He would have been forced to face an even more chaotic situation.

In the illusion, Xing Shuangzhan saw himself still trapped in Jingming Mountain, with no one around Chi Qingzhou to protect him.

When No. 16594 forcibly bound him, he couldn’t even find anyone to discuss it with.

His father only wanted to use him to divert misfortune and save the soon-to-collapse company, not caring at all about his life or death.

His older brother thought he would surely pretend to be innocent, using his parents’ guilt to snatch the inheritance of the company, resorting to slander and suppression, wishing everyone would believe he was an ungrateful wolf.

His mother would say a few caring words, but took no action. She would shed a few tears and was praised as a kind mother, while many outsiders felt sorry for her.

In contrast, Chi Qingning, the cuckoo occupying the magpie’s nest, was more restrained.

There were certainly reasons for Chi Qingning thinking Chi Qingzhou posed no threat, but more so, Chi Qingning also realized that his biological parents weren’t good people.

After meeting his biological parents and younger brother, Chi Qingning immediately understood that the conflict between Chi Qingzhou and them wasn’t a small matter.

To grow up safely in this family, one needed not only a strong mental constitution but also great planning and execution abilities.

Chi Qingning disliked Chi Qingzhou but was unconsciously impressed by Chi Qingzhou’s abilities.

He became more and more disgusted with his biological parents and didn’t want to interact with them.

What he didn’t expect was that because of this, his biological parents became more and more overbearing, demanding money from him while speaking recklessly, revealing something that made his hair stand on end—

It turned out that he and Chi Qingzhou hadn’t been swapped at birth, but had been switched by his biological mother.

His biological mother had worked at the Chi family and, after harboring evil thoughts, had originally feared the Chi family’s surveillance and nannies, thinking that even if she found an opportunity to act, she would be discovered.

But to her surprise, after she gave up on this idea, the cameras in the Chi family villa began to break down one by one.

The repairman stated that these cameras were imported goods, and parts had to be airlifted from overseas, meaning repairs couldn’t be done for at least a week.

Between replacing the cameras and waiting for repairs, the Chi family chose the latter.

Chi Qingning’s biological mother was tempted again.

She observed and found that every Wednesday, many nannies went to clean other properties of the Chi family. After a brief hesitation, she ultimately took action.

Having been in this circle for so many years, Chi Qingning immediately sensed something was wrong from these words.

After begging Fu Wenan for help in investigating, he quickly started pushing to marry Fu Wenan, so they could move out together.

Naturally, the Chi family disagreed.

This was their little koi fish, nurtured by their own hands. How could they send it to the Fu family?

The Fu family members were also very reluctant.

They all knew that Chi Qingning was not the biological child of the Chi family, and they had no desire for the heir to marry such a partner.

Chi Qingning didn’t want to die, was too busy with his own survival, and was still hoping Chi Qingzhou would save him. How could he possibly help Chi Qingzhou?

So, in the end, Chi Qingzhou had to face the system that had bound him to its whims.

With Chi Qingzhou’s determination and willpower, even if the system pulled out all its tricks, it could never deceive him into choosing rebirth.

Xing Shuangzhan knew full well that no matter what difficulties Chi Qingzhou faced, he was confident he could handle them.

So, the repeatedly defeated system had no choice but to calculate and make Chi Qingzhou undertake a disgusting task to please Fu Wenan, then, using the system rules, judged the task incomplete and forcibly reversed his time.

The experience with the ghost deity showed that this time reversal was false.

The entire world had not been reset; a period of time had merely been stolen.

This act, which could be said to challenge the heavenly law, would have caused the system to be destroyed by the heavens the moment it took such an action, if it weren’t for the fact that it had a host of immense importance.

But the system had bound Chi Qingzhou.

Xing Shuangzhan could not determine whether the system deliberately chose Chi Qingzhou, or if it itself was unaware of the operational rules.

In the illusion, this move made the heavens hesitant, and in the end, they had no choice but to handle the situation cautiously.

After stealing a large amount of time, the system became more powerful, and it was now easier for it to harm Chi Qingzhou’s soul.

As a cultivator, how could Chi Qingzhou not understand the importance of soul integrity?

He had no choice but to temporarily submit, using the time from completing the task to accumulate strength.

Every task issued by the system was equally disgusting.

In its view, the victims were harmed because their ability to please others wasn’t strong enough.

It required Chi Qingzhou to feign flattery, to endure body and soul abuse, countless hardships, and to be discarded like trash, only then could he leave these people in despair.

When these people, unable to adjust, started regretting, using all kinds of methods to suppress, control, and force Chi Qingzhou back, he would then drag them into the so-called crematorium, making them live in regret from then on.

There were no tricks, no emotions, it was purely a gamble on the chance of others realizing their conscience.

If the gamble was won, the system would “generously” offer some benefits; if lost…

Then it would be the complete destruction of the soul.

After all, the system was supposed to make the host “reborn” and only after this could the host enjoy the “fruits of victory.”

Xing Shuangzhan watched the entire scene, helplessly observing Chi Qingzhou being looked down upon and mocked by various people while trying everything to help him, only to fail because in the illusion, he was still asleep.

He was furious, nearly going mad. In his rage he was able to approach the illusion with a more objective attitude.

…No, he still couldn’t be objective.

Even knowing it was an illusion, Xing Shuangzhan was still very upset.

He hated the version of himself in the illusion who couldn’t leave Jingming Mountain, hated the system that harmed Chi Qingzhou, hated those who looked down on and suppressed Chi Qingzhou, and even hated those who merely watched without doing anything.

Sometimes, indifference itself is a form of abuse.

From the moment he entered the illusion, Xing Shuangzhan never forgot Chi Qingzhou.

But this anger also slowed down his exit from the illusion.

It took some effort to break the abnormal course of events in the illusion, and even though he saw Chi Qingzhou finally break free from the system, Xing Shuangzhan still couldn’t shake off the momentum.

The system’s repeated time reversals left irreparable scars on Chi Qingzhou’s soul in the illusion.

Xing Shuangzhan was heartbroken and anxious.

If such a small thing as the system could hurt Chi Qingzhou when the timing was right, how much worse could others do?

Who knew if the ghost deity had completely disappeared, or if anyone else harbored ill intentions towards Chi Qingzhou?

How could he leave Chi Qingzhou alone to activate the formation?

What if someone plotted against him?

Xing Shuangzhan looked around, frowning in dissatisfaction at Luo Ting and the others, then his gaze fell on Du Ming, his expression turning wary.

“People from the Paranormal Control Bureau?” His voice was cold. “I remember your name is Du Ming?”

Daoist Du Ming gave a bow and answered, “My name is indeed Du Ming.”

Xing Shuangzhan: “When did you get here?”

Daoist Du Ming, not fully understanding his meaning, cautiously replied, “Not long ago.”

Xing Shuangzhan: “Oh, really.”

His tone was very indifferent, making it hard to tell what he was thinking.

Daoist Du Ming felt a little strange, hesitated for a moment, but still didn’t ask.

The tomb chamber fell silent again.

As time passed, the atmosphere became more and more oppressive.

Daoist Du Ming felt uneasy and couldn’t help shifting his slightly numb right leg.

The next moment, Xing Shuangzhan’s expression suddenly darkened.

“You don’t seem like someone here to protect Qingzhou.” Xing Shuangzhan said coldly, “You, someone from the Paranormal Control Bureau, appearing at this time, what are your intentions?”

Du Ming: “…???”

He stared at Xing Shuangzhan’s displeased expression for quite some time, and for a moment, his face showed a trace of dazedness.

No, Xing Su, do you even listen to yourself?

With that suspicious look on your face, do you think I’ll do something to your beloved?

Clearly, the one causing the spiritual pollution is your beloved, not me!

Who would be crazy enough to ambush Chi Qingzhou? Isn’t that like asking for death?

Daoist Du Ming was choked, almost out of breath.

Looking at Xing Shuangzhan’s serious face, he almost wanted to drag those colleagues from the Paranormal Control Bureau who were always suspicious that Xing Shuangzhan might go mad and force them to watch.

With this worthless attitude, Xing Shuangzhan, does he really deserve to be called a world-ending ghost?

A love-struck fool, does he deserve it?

He doesn’t deserve it!

Love-struck fools only deserve to circle around their beloved, playing the world-destroying game is beyond their capability!