Chapter 399

Chapter 399: If I Die, Will You Forgive Me?
“Do not mind him. Hurry and tell me where you have been these days and what fun things you have run into!”

Yao Wu Jihappily dragged Yu Zhao away.

Yu Zhao followed her lead and kept talking with her, no longer paying any attention to Wang Sheng.

After the two of them left, Wu Shao Zhen’s trembling body slowly calmed down. He glanced around, and after making sure no one else was nearby, he raised one hand like a blade and cut open his wrist again.

Then he bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of tongue blood.

His tongue blood was not bright red, but a deep, dark purple-black. It gave off a strange scent that only insect beasts could smell.

The insect beasts roaming inside his body all surged at once. In the blink of an eye, several bulging lumps rose under his skin, making him look extremely eerie.

One insect beast after another crawled out of his wounds and scrambled to eat that single drop of tongue blood in the jar.

When Wu Shao Zhen saw that the number of insect beasts was about enough, he immediately closed his wounds, letting the insect beasts pile up around the cuts and pull at his skin.

His face did not change as he grabbed those fierce, ugly insect beasts with his bare hands, stuffed them into his mouth, chewed them slowly, and swallowed them down.

Wanderer Bao Hua and Yao Wu Jionly knew that his body was immune to insect poison. They did not know that his true form was an insect beast, and the lowest kind of insect beast at that.

Any insect beast was a great tonic for him.

All of his earlier reactions had only been to fool them.

He had planned to lie low for a while and wait for a chance to escape when they were off guard.

But now, he had changed his mind.

Before he left, he wanted to meet Yu Zhao alone, just once.

Whether Yu Zhao remembered him or not, he would make sure Yu Zhao knew he existed.

…

Yu Zhao did not yet know that something filthy had set its sights on her again.

After she finished catching up with Yao Wuji, she went to Clarity Sound Temple to visit Long Fei Fei.

Long Fei Fei was not much better than when Yu Zhao had left. Only the bandages all over her body had been removed. If one ignored her slightly sickly look, she was leaning crookedly against the bed and looked almost like a normal person.

“Yu Zhao! Yu Zhao! You came back at the perfect time. Help me throw those bastards from Five Elements Dao Sect out! They are going to make me die from anger!”

As soon as she saw Yu Zhao, Long Fei Fei could not wait to complain. She even slammed her fist on the bed, her eyes round and bright with fury.

The moment Yu Zhao heard this, she knew Long Fei Fei must have met Fang Cheng Lang and the others, and it sounded like some trouble had happened.

That only made Yu Zhao more curious. She pulled a chair over and sat across from her: “Tell me. What happened?”

“That guy called Fang Cheng Lang is sick in the head! After he found out I was hurt, he started coming here every day, saying he wanted to take care of me. Who needs him to take care of me? He comes with a face so long it looks like he is at a funeral. Just looking at him is unlucky. He is not even as likable as that bald Bu You!”

Long Fei Fei had already built up a belly full of anger from lying in bed every day. On top of that, she was being pestered by Fang Cheng Lang every day. She was already on the edge of exploding, and it would only take a tiny spark to set her off.

Yu Zhao looked at her with a faint, teasing smile: “You do not like Fang Cheng Lang?”

Long Fei Fei acted as if she had been deeply insulted: “Why would I like a block of wood who cannot understand human speech? Yu Zhao, you can insult me, but you cannot insult my taste!”

Yu Zhao could not help but laugh.

In their last life, Long Fei Fei had fallen in love with Fang Cheng Lang at first sight. Even though Fang Cheng Lang rejected her again and again, she never gave up. She had even said things like she would marry no one but him. In the end, she had moved him and they had a short-lived romance.

“What are you laughing at?”

Long Fei Fei felt Yu Zhao’s smile was strange and asked in confusion.

“Nothing. I just wanted to ask if you really do not want to see Fang Cheng Lang again.”

“I do not! Not even a little!”

Long Fei Fei hugged her head and groaned.

A stiff, boring man like that would only bring her endless pain. She never wanted to be with someone like him again.

Wait, that was strange. Why did she say “again”?

“I will talk to Bu Yan and the others and have them stop the people from Five Elements Dao Sect from coming to see you.”

Yu Zhao also did not want to see Fang Cheng Lang and his companions, so she could only ask Bu Yan to pass the message.

Long Fei Fei’s attention was quickly pulled away by Yu Zhao’s words. She nodded again and again: “Good, good. Tell those baldies that it is best if they drive them all out of Clarity Sound Temple. Do not let a single one stay.”

After a few sentences, Yu Zhao noticed that Long Fei Fei’s lips were turning pale, so she stood up to take her leave and told her to rest well.

Under Long Fei Fei’s reluctant gaze, Yu Zhao stepped out of the room. She walked a few steps forward, turned a corner, and saw a figure in moon-white robes walking toward her.

Yu Zhao let out a light laugh. It seemed she did not need to trouble Bu Yan after all.

She took one step to the right and stopped in the middle of the main path.

She did not deliberately release any pressure, but the aura around her was still impossible to ignore.

“Little Six…”

Fang Cheng Lang also saw Yu Zhao standing in the middle of the path. His lips moved twice before he managed to let out a barely audible call.

Yu Zhao also looked Fang Cheng Lang up and down.

They had not seen each other for some time, and Fang Cheng Lang had already formed his Nascent Soul.

Counting the time, this was two years later than when he had reached the Nascent Soul stage in their previous life.

“Fang Cheng Lang, you have memories of your previous life, right?”

“Yes.”

If anyone else had asked, Fang Cheng Lang might have hesitated. But since it was Yu Zhao asking, he answered without a second thought.

“In that case, you should be able to guess whose hand Long Fei Fei died at in your last life.”

“…Yes.”

This time, Fang Cheng Lang stayed silent for a long while before he answered.

“In that case, why are you still looking for Long Fei Fei?”

Long Fei Fei’s death had nothing directly to do with him. But he had mistaken the real murderer, poured his anger out on an innocent person, and kept close contact with the true killer.

He had not done a single thing that could be considered fair to Long Fei Fei. Where did he get the courage to try to rekindle their old feelings?

Fang Cheng Lang’s face went pale. His lips opened and closed, but not a single word came out.

He knew he should not come looking for Long Fei Fei.

Long Fei Fei did not know him and blamed him because of Yu Zhao’s matters. She did not want to accept any kindness from him at all.

But he could not control his body or his longing.

As long as he could see a lively, breathing Long Fei Fei, even if she hit him or cursed him, he would accept it gladly.

But Yu Zhao’s words ruthlessly pierced the Phantom Mirage he had spun for himself.

Long Fei Fei did not want to see him.

Just as Yu Zhao would not forgive him.

The more he did, the more mistakes he made.

Looking at Yu Zhao’s calm face across from him, Fang Cheng Lang felt endless pain like sharp blades cutting his heart.

A single tear slid down without a sound.

“Little Six… I do not know what to do anymore. I am sorry to you, and I am sorry to Feifei, but I really… really know I was wrong… I never wanted to hurt either of you…”

Fang Cheng Lang was in so much pain he could hardly breathe. His voice was choked and rough.

He opened his hand and stared at his empty palm, then clenched it tight.

“I just wanted to win you both back, but I cannot hold on to you… I cannot hold on to anything… Little Six, my heart hurts so much. If I die, will you forgive me? Then I will go die, all right?”

Fang Cheng Lang suddenly grabbed the hilt of his sword. A blinding white light flashed.

He raised the blade to his neck and stared at Yu Zhao in despair, his face ashen and empty.