Yin WUshu's shirt front was lifted open by a corner by Xie Bai, revealing a piece of skin near his chest.

Although the view was blocked by Xie Bai, who was bending down in front of him, Li Dong could still see several shocking wounds crisscrossing that piece of skin. The wounds looked like they were cut by a knife, long and narrow. Beneath those, there were even more wounds blocked by clothing, only revealing a hint.

Li Dong was completely dumbfounded, his mind racing.

The first thought that popped into his head was, ‘Could Senior Yin have some unspeakable kinky preferences?!’

After all, in the eyes of most people, Yin Wushu was simply not capable of being in danger. Li Dong had been with him for so many years and had never seen anyone be able to harm Yin Wushu in the slightest. It was Yin Wushu himself who had developed some perverse habits of extracting and burying hearts...

But Xie Bai was different from others. Although Li Dong had also been with Yin Wushu for over a hundred years, the time spent was not much shorter than Xie Bai's. However, it was still a superior-subordinate relationship, always maintaining a certain distance.

But Xie Bai truly lived with Yin Wushu. The Yin Wushu that others could see and the Yin Wushu that others couldn't see, he had seen them all.

At least in his memory, Yin Wushu could be injured, and not just once. Every time the injuries were different, sometimes burns, sometimes cuts from sharp objects... But no matter what the injury, it always appeared without a sound.

Xie Bai had never seen him in conflict with any powerful figures, and sometimes he didn't even leave the house, just like the current situation.

He watched as the wounds on Yin Wushu's body slowly healed at a visible rate, seeming to be on the verge of scarring in a while. This was enough to show that the wounds had not appeared long ago, otherwise all he would see would be flawless skin without any flaws.

A cold wind blew into the temple, brushing past Xie Bai's temple. He was suddenly startled, and then let go of his grip on Yin Wushu's shirt.

Yin Wushu leaned back against the back of the wooden chair, calm and relaxed. He tidied up his shirt, buttoning up the open coat. He smiled at Xie Bai, somewhat amused, "You move fast, all the buttons were shaved off by you, at least leave one for me to show off."

"What's the matter with these wounds?" Xie Bai's brows furrowed tightly, his tone cold and icy.

"Living for a long time, it's quite normal." Yin Wushu straightened his collar, adding, "It's just like catching a cold or having a fever for ordinary people, it's just detoxifying."

Here we go again...

Whenever Xie Bai asked him about his injuries in the past, this was how he answered, but never before had the wounds been so numerous and deep.

The first thing Xie Bai noticed that was off was when he saw a wound faintly visible beneath Yin Wushu's cuff, which meant that at least his entire upper body and arms were covered in wounds.

And Yin Wushu, with his character, never took injuries seriously. Because he felt that any injury on his body would heal in an instant, so he would even joke about injuries, as if those wounds wouldn't hurt at all when they first appeared on his body.

Xie Bai believed his words when he was young, but now he felt that Yin Wushu was simply talking nonsense with his eyes wide open.

What cold or fever, what detoxification... which detoxification could result from such a scene?!

"These wounds just appeared recently." Xie Bai stared at him, the firelight reflecting in his glossy eyes, appearing unusually warm, but it was definitely not a good mood, "But you've been with us the whole time, the only thing you did was to break that blood sacrifice formation."

Yin Wushu leaned against the back of the chair as he listened to him, wearing that kind of smile that was neither malicious nor sharp, yet it was impenetrable. Whenever Xie Bai, who used to be full of youthful vigor, saw this expression, he subconsciously felt like he had done something to amuse him, often filled with annoyance, wanting to do something to undermine authority and destroy family ties.

It wasn't until Xie Bai finished speaking that Yin Wushu sat up straight, unbuttoning the cuff of his shirt with one hand and flipping it up in front of Xie Bai, waving it slightly. "I said it was detoxifying, but you wouldn't believe it. Look, the speed of wound healing is almost the same as when I dug out my heart. Do you think a small blood sacrifice formation can have such power? Apart from myself, no one can leave me with so many injuries."

Xie Bai: "..."

Even when explaining, he had to boast about himself, as if poking a hole in himself or making a bunch of cuts was something good, probably the only person in the world like this.

At first explained, what he said actually made sense, making it impossible for anyone to refute. But Xie Bai had been fooled by him countless times and was already immune to this seemingly reasonable nonsense.

Even if he couldn't find immediate evidence to the contrary, Xie Bai didn't believe him. Not one bit.

In fact, Xie Bai had some faint suspicions before—Yin Wushu's strange injuries over the years were related to him. Or rather, they were related to the person who laid the corpse array on him.

As for what kind of relationship it was and how to unravel it, Xie Bai had no idea.

But he wouldn't ask Yin Wushu. With Yin Wushu's temperament, even if he asked, he would only divert the topic half-heartedly. He wouldn't say a word about things he didn't want to talk about, no matter how much he hinted around it. And the things he was willing to talk about, he wouldn't bother to hide.

It was more reliable for Xie Bai to directly find the person who laid the array.

Xie Bai looked at Yin Wushu's exposed wrist with a cold face, until the skin there returned to its original state and the last trace of the scar disappeared completely. He then withdrew his gaze, pulled out the wooden chair next to Yin Wushu, and heavily placed it in another sheltered corner.

He sat on the wooden chair, and the small black cat that had been lying on his shoulder for a while glanced around, then gently jumped into his arms, curling up on him like a small heater.

Xie Bai rested one hand on the armrest of the wooden chair, supporting his head, and the other hand stroked the little black cat in his arms, closing his eyes to rest.

In a way, he still retained some human habits, feeling hungry and needing rest, though just at a different frequency than ordinary people.

He slept lightly and had many dreams, each time a jumble of disjointed fragments, sometimes impressions from before he was five years old about the residual impression of the corpse array, sometimes illogical scenes, but more often than not, it was Yin Wushu.

Perhaps because he lived with Yin Wushu, or perhaps because of that seemingly teasing words from before, Xie Bai, who had only planned to rest for a short while, dreamed of scenes from the past again.

 

Translator : DarNan