Loving the Most Handsome Man in the Capital Novel - Chapter 288
288. The Return of Bai
The patriarch of this family was in deep grief over the loss of his son. After hearing that they had also lost a family member to the same murderer and were trying to have all the victims’ families join hands to track down the homicidal maniac, the man was deeply touched and answered their every question. When Mu Yun and the others had asked all the questions they wanted to ask, they rose to their feet and, feeling that there was nothing more the man could tell them, took their leave.
But when they were only a short way from the front gates, Mu Yun caught sight of a black-vested youngster standing there and looking at them.
He paused and turned his head to ask the patriarch, “Mr. Pei, who is he?”
Mr. Pei wiped his tears away, raised his head, looked around and asked, “Which one are you referring to, Master Mu?”
Mu Yun was just about to point in that direction when Luo Feng tugged at his sleeve. He glanced at Luo Feng, saw him shake his head and immediately caught on. “Oh, he’s already left,” he said.
A … ghost?
Mu Yun looked skeptically at the young man in a black vest, withdrew his gaze and was just about to resume walking when the ghost suddenly lunged at him.
Before Mu Yun could do anything, Luo Feng sent the ghost flying with a swing of his arm.
However, the ghost, unwilling to give up, came at Mu Yun again. This time a figure acted faster than Luo Feng. It was neither Yuan Ge nor Qin Hui, but …
“Back off, or I’ll take you apart!” A silvery female voice reprimanded the ghost, as a two-braided girl wearing a pink dress materialized in front of them with her back to them.
At the sight of the round plate in the girl’s hand, the ghost started trembling all over in fear and, hunched, slowly faded into nothingness.
Mr. Pei did not have a clue what had just happened. He had seen nothing other than a pretty girl in a pinkish dress yelling at the deserted open space.
But he could divine what was going on. They must have seen a ghost, one that had made themself visible to only these out-of-towners, avoiding being seen by him.
Mr. Pei knitted his brows and, looking apologetically at them, said, “I’m sorry. Something filthy of our family’s making disturbed you.”
“It’s okay,” Mu Yun said, and then they strode off.
Mr. Pei, after watching them leave, immediately conjured a wooden sword covered with some kind of red liquid, pointed it at a certain spot and ranted, “How dare you alarm my guests! Today you perish!”
A red glare suddenly burst out of the wooden sword which then whizzed in the direction it was pointed, and with that a despairing screech was heard. Mu Yun and Luo Feng, standing in the gateway invisible, watched Mr. Pei maltreating those poor ghosts of people who had died miserable deaths, anger glinting in their eyes.
Just now the black-vested young ghost had been trying to ask him for help rather than attacking him. It was only too obvious that these ghosts were held in captivity in this place by Mr. Pei, kept from being reincarnated.
At this moment, the black-vested young ghost, as though having sensed his presence, suddenly looked in the direction of the spot where Mu Yun was standing, an imploring look in his eyes, hoping that Mu Yun would come to their help.
A few minutes later, the ghost, seeing that Mu Yun showed no inclination to intervene, despairingly withdrew his gaze, enduring the lashes from Mr. Pei.
When Mr. Pei had stopped the ill-treatment, the ghosts disappeared all at once, going into hiding.
Luo Feng, with his arm around Mu Yun’s shoulders, took him away from the ancient mansion.
“The patriarch is the evil one, isn’t he?! I mean, those people are dead, but he won’t even leave their ghosts alone,” Mu Yun said. He did not know why, but this time around he, a person who seldom had sympathy for anybody, felt as though his heart were gripped by an iron fist.
His hand clutching at his chest, he said, “It was Mr. Pei that killed all of them, right?”
“Let it go. You have nothing to do with any of their deaths,” Luo Feng said consolingly, hugging Mu Yun.
“I know, but I’m still feeling depressed for no reason,” Mu Yun said.
“Master was affected by the Yuan Qi emanating from those vengeful spirits. Considering Master’s powers of endurance, the Yuan Qi from common ghosts wouldn’t have any influence on him, but there are countless resentful wights in that house, and they’re from various different eras, all of them kept from being reincarnated, which is why the Yuan Qi there has built up to the highest possible level. Even an immortal would’ve fallen prey to it, let alone Master,” a female voice said on the side.
It was only then that Mu Yun recalled the pink-dressed girl. He turned his head and looked, wonderment in his eyes. “You’re Bai?”
Not until this moment did Bai come to realize that she was in the form of a normal person. She immediately turned back into her usual straggly-haired self.
“Why did you change yourself back? You looked pretty good in that. I never noticed you’re so pretty,” Mu Yun smiled.
Bai lowered her head sheepishly but did not turn back into the other form.
At the same time, Mu Yun, because of the bond of Indenture between them, came to find out the reason why Bai was unwilling to change back to the appearance of a normal girl.
It had something to do with the cause of Bai’s death. Hu Fei had put her in his cross hairs solely because of her great beauty. She believed that she might not have suffered a fate like that were she less pretty.
Therefore, the matter of her appearance had always been a vexation of hers, like a knot she was unable to untangle.
Mu Yun stroked Bai’s head and said, “Remember, you’re still a cultivator, and someday you’ll have a different life and get to live like a normal person. Those things that happened before your death are all in the past, and none of them will happen again, so you don’t have to subdue your feelings anymore.”
Bai raised her head and looked through her loose black hair at Mu Yun’s sincere face, deeply touched.
Slowly, she changed back into the pretty, pink-dressed, two braided girl. “I see. Thank you, Master. I’ll try to be more confident and I won’t push my feelings down again.”
“Good. Let’s go and continue the inquiry.”
Mu Yun was astounded by Bai’s sudden appearance in this place, but he was not inclined to ask her any questions right away, planning to have her tell him the details when they returned to the summer house.
Still, he was very happy to see Bai back.
They wanted to pay a visit to the family of another victim, but a few minutes later they found that they had walked into a Matrix unawares. None of them had noticed anything until this moment, not even Yuan Ge who lived in this place.
It was because of a garbage can that Luo Feng sensed something out of the ordinary and came to realize that they were trapped in a Matrix.
“A Matrix? But why haven’t I noticed any sign of it? I mean, the couple of streets we just passed are different from each other, which means we haven’t been going in circles,” Yuan Ge said skeptically.
Luo Feng pointed at the garbage can a short way away and said, “Look at the number on that garbage can.”
Yuan Ge’s eyes darted in that direction. When he caught sight of the number on the garbage can, his face instantly changed. “Given the number on the garbage can, this should be Sihai Road, but all this streetscape suggests that we’re no doubt at Siyuan Road!”
“Seeing as the deployer of this Matrix fooled all of us, they must be pretty powerful.” Luo Feng, who had a shrewd idea of whose doing this was, stared at a certain spot and demanded aloud, “Zi Mu, get your ass out of hiding!”
“Ha ha … Your reputation is well-earned, Inferno. You saw through my Heaven-Earth Misdirection Matrix far sooner than I’d expected!” A voice came from somewhere above their heads and with that a masked young man materialized out of thin air in front of them.
“I can’t believe you’re hiding your face behind a mask. Are you disfigured or born ugly?” Mu Yun said, walking up to the man.
A cold expression flitted across the depths of Zi Mu’s eyes. He stared fixedly at Mu Yun’s handsome face, but the next second there was a sharp pain in the back of his hand. He abruptly jerked out of his trance only to find that he had raised his hand and was about to stroke Mu Yun’s cheek.
However, when his hand had been within an inch of coming into contact with Mu Yun, that bastard Inferno had whipped his hand!
He collected his thoughts as his eyes glinted frostily again. “You want to see my face?”
“No. What’s it got to do with me if you’re ugly or not?” Mu Yun replied contemptuously.
Zi Mu suddenly came at Mu Yun, targeting Mu Yun’s neck. Mu Yun promptly backed away and dodged Zi Mu’s hand reaching for his throat. “Why are you doing this? Do we have bad history? I don’t think I even know you.”
“Ha ha … It surprises me you haven’t recovered your memory yet. No wonder you don’t recognize me.” Zi Mu lifted his eyebrows.
But he knew that it would probably not be easy for Mu Yun to regain his memory, that maybe he would never be able to get those recollections back.
During the fight on that day, Mu Yun had nearly had his soul shattered and reduced to nothingness, and would very likely have disappeared for good instead of standing here if it weren’t for the fact that someone had immediately gathered part of Mu Yun’s soul and forced it into another body.
“Recover my memory? How could I not know about it if I’ve suffered memory loss?” Mu Yun was bemused.
Luo Feng pulled Mu Yun backwards behind him and, eyeing Zi Mu flintily, reprimanded, “Fuck off! Leave him alone!”
“Why should I do that? And who are you to tell me to fuck off?” Zi Mu slid Luo Feng a sideward glance that was heavy with his disdain for Luo Feng.
Then he shifted his gaze back to Mu Yun and said, “Mu Yun, remember, my name is Zi Mu, and we’ll meet again. So much for today!”
With that Zi Mu vanished into thin air, and the illusion vanished with him as the street returned to normal, a stream of pedestrians passing by.
Mu Yun, looking at the street that had been restored back to normal, inquired, “Feng, why did that guy say I suffered memory loss? What did he mean by that?”
“I don’t know that either. Maybe he mistook you for someone else,” Luo Feng replied.
It struck Mu Yun that things were not that simple. Besides …
“I kept having this feeling that that Zi Mu guy looks quite familiar. I seem to have seen him somewhere,” Mu Yun told him.
A hint of surprise flashed across Luo Feng’s eyes as he wondered, ‘Has Yun really been recovering his memories?’
However, he did not know that by saying “familiar”, Mu Yun was referring to something different than what he, Luo Feng, thought it was.
Next they visited the families of another five victims. When they had got all the information they could get and walked out of the house of the fifth victim’s family, it was already dark.
Luo Feng said to Mu Yun, “Let’s go home and come back here tomorrow.”
Mu Yun nodded in agreement and, looking at Yuan Ge standing beside them, asked, “Incidentally, how’s Pei Kang doing?”
“He was brought back home this morning,” Yuan Ge said.
“Could he move freely?” Mu Yun asked.
“Very. What’s the matter?” Yuan Ge asked.
Mu Yun, who had not confided to them that Pei Kang had lost consciousness at 12 o’clock last night, shook his head and said, “Nothing. Let’s just go back.”
With that they disappeared into nothing, reappearing a second later in the summer house.