Grudge Breaker

Chapter 4 Lord of Forgotten River-
  Wangchuan is in the new moon at this time, to be precise, it is the six hours when the waning moon and the new moon alternate.

A sliver of moon barely clung to the sky, and it coincided with the Ghost Moon. This is the time of year when the moon's energy is at its weakest.

Thick fog rises from the Forgotten River, and the soul-carrying boat floats on the water, looming, almost indistinguishable.

Nian Niang watched Song Weichen fall silently to the bottom of the water, a sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth, and disappeared into a black mist on the lonely boat.
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  Wangchuan is not really deserted.

Gu Cangyue, the Lord of Forgotten River, was hiding at the bottom of the black water, but he was extremely irritable and extremely weak.

These six hours of the year are also extremely dangerous times for his mana to dissipate and then regroup. At this time, he is even too weak to regroup, and can only barely survive in the form of a human soul. Anyone who knows a little bit of magic can All the monks could kill him.

So every time at this time, Gu Cangyue could only hide in the safest place for him - the deepest water of Wangchuan River, and count the seconds.

Ironically, spending time under the black water almost killed him.

This evil, sycophantic fallen angel who makes people tremble just by hearing his name actually has two major weaknesses. First, he is afraid of being alone; second, he is extremely afraid of the dark - related to his life experience, this Lord of the River of Forgetfulness The body of the bird is a Luan bird that lived in the wilderness of the Western Mountains in ancient times. Its whole body is white and its feathers are like the light of the silver moon. Unfortunately, although the Luan bird is born in auspicious circumstances, it is doomed to be lonely all its life. It is recorded in ancient scriptures, "The Luan bird comes out." , Wan Shi Ning, but rare and unique."

The longer the Luan bird lives, the lonelier it becomes, so it flies throughout the three thousand worlds, constantly looking for its kind, hoping for a slim possibility. One day, it flew over the Wangchuan River. It was the Ghost Moon and the moon phases alternated. In the faint moonlight, it saw its own vague reflection in the black water. It mistakenly thought that it had finally found the same kind of people, so it plunged into the water—— The Luan bird could no longer fly, and all its magic power was scattered in Wangchuan. From then on, there was no such great desolate god in the world, but there was Gu Cangyue, the lord of Wangchuan.

So the thing he hates the most and is the most intolerable is to be alone at the bottom of the water where he can't see his fingers. The darkness under the water of the Forgotten River is really despairing. This is a place where all light and sound can be absorbed. Below, everything is blind.

Gu Cangyue felt that she would go crazy if she stayed under the water for one more second.
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  While he was suffering, he felt a faint fluorescent light glowing in the darkness above his head. The luster was very much like the white feathers of the Luan bird in the past that glowed with the light of the silver moon. "Is there someone of the same kind who plunged into this water like me?" His heart beat like a drum, and he couldn't help but fly towards the light.

When I got closer, I saw clearly that it was a girl in a white robe, who had lost consciousness due to drowning and lack of oxygen. The light actually emanated from her body. "The water of Forgotten River can absorb all light. How is this possible?!" Gu Cangyue was puzzled, but then he discovered that the light was getting dimmed little by little.

The light must be related to the girl's vitality. Gu Cangyue quickly made a decision, just like a blind man who can no longer bear to return to the endless darkness after seeing the light. Without hesitation, he forcibly gathered the little mana he had left into a huge bubble that stored oxygen, and wrapped the woman in it.

The woman in white robe was still unconscious. Fortunately, the glimmer of light did not dim any further. With the bubbles, she could barely breathe.

Gu Cangyue used up all his magic power and could not even form a human soul. He could only stay by the bubble in the form of a luan bird soul. Because of the forced casting of spells, his recovery was slower than in previous years and he needed to spend more time underwater. Longer time also meant that his situation was more dangerous - but he felt that time was not so difficult anymore. Luanniao looked at the sleeping woman carefully, and there was finally light here.

who is she? Luanniao felt inexplicably close to him. What's going on with this gleaming light on my body? Is he a fallen angel like me? It seems that this white robe is from the Sichen Mansion, but if it is the grudge-breaker of the Sichen Mansion, how can it be a woman?

Gu Cangyue guarded the unconscious Song Weichen, with countless questions in her mind, but it was relatively easy to pass the time. It's just that the oxygen in the bubble is limited after all, and is about to be exhausted, but Gu Cangyue is far from recovering. If she is not returned to land, she will die. But in his current situation, he had no ability to send her back to the ground, and Gu Cangyue was in a dilemma.

Above the Forgotten River, the fog gradually dispersed and it was dawn.
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  The tinkling wind chime sounded, matching the sound of the alarm clock on her cell phone.

Song Weichen subconsciously reached out to find the mobile phone next to her. She closed her eyes and fumbled with it, feeling that her eyelids were heavy and exhausted.

"woke up?"

Startled, she sat up straight from the bed. Why was there a man's voice at home?
  Following the sound, what came into view was clearly an ancient room. The furnishings are simple but high-quality. There are many books on the bookshelf made of walnut wood. There is a flower table made of Xiangfei bamboo on the side, and a green pine bonsai is placed on it, which is very elegant. In the center of the room is a large walnut desk, with pens and ink placed on it, and steam rising from the tea cup, which contrasts with the curls of incense on one side of the desk.

The man who made the sound was sitting behind the desk reading a book. He was dressed in black clothes, and the book in his hand just blocked his face. All he could see was that the man's back was upright, and the fingers holding the book were long and well-defined.
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  "I'm so up, my eyes are still dreaming, I have to sleep for a while." Song Weichen mumbled and lay down again with his eyes closed.

No, this bed is so hard, and so are the pillows. Who has a square pillow? This is not my bed! Thinking this, she suddenly opened her eyes again.

The man is still there.

Still holding the book and reading it, he didn't move at all.
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  It's over, it's over, it's over, there must be something wrong with my brain. Song Weichen held his head and rubbed his hair into a mess.

jingle.

The crisp sound of wind chimes came again, and her eyes lit up. The alarm clock rang. She was indeed dreaming!
  He raised his eyes to follow the sound, and there was no cell phone anywhere. It was clearly the wind chimes hanging under the eaves that were ringing in the wind - a string of real wind chimes.

Song Weichen was completely desperate.

She lowered her head, folded her hands around her knees, and buried her face between her knees.

My mind was in a mess, with all kinds of images coming to me one after another, and I couldn't tell what was real for a moment. She felt like Michelle Yeoh in a movie she had seen before, experiencing the "transient universe", but in her multiverse, Song Weichen, there seemed to be no one she could rely on.
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  The chair moved and the footsteps stopped in front of the bed.

"If I arrive half a stick of incense late, you will freeze to death."

(End of this chapter)