Invade the World

  Chapter 179 The Unique Boy in the World

  Zhu Qingyue’s fingers were moving down the boy’s earlobe in her arms, and then she began to rub the skin on the side of her neck again.

  This kind of action seems to be taking advantage of her, but the girl doesn't have any guilty conscience in her heart, but is doing harassment in an upright manner.

   Hmph, who made him lose consciousness in front of him! This is entirely his own careless fault.

   At this moment, Zhu Qingyue suddenly put down her hand and looked forward if she felt it.

   Above the porch opposite, the old man’s face, originally embedded like a relief, with a painful and distorted expression, slowly calmed down and became gentle and soft. Song Deshou’s facial contours were also slowly fading, diminishing and disappearing;

  At the same time, Zhu Qingyue found that the ground and surrounding walls were violently shaking.

  From time to time, dust and cement fragments are shaking off from the head, and the amplitude and intensity of the shaking are rising rapidly, and the whole house soon seems to be pushed to the edge of the cliff, in a precarious state;

  A series of dark cracks, like branches growing from trees, climbed from the wooden floor under the feet to the wall, and finally climbed to the ceiling, spreading in all corners of the room.

  Zhu Qingyue raised her head again, and she found a faint light falling from the top of her head, and the light slowly fell on the young girls, like fluttering feathers.

   is not the light inside the haunted house, but the sunlight from the outside world that belongs to the real world.

  The light wasn't really dazzling, but Zhu Qingyue couldn't help but squinted her eyes and watched quietly the gleams of light from the expanding cracks.

For a while, I couldn’t tell whether it was day or night. It was sunlight or moonlight that fell into the center of her pupils, but the warmth around her was slowly rising, and fresh air poured into the nasal cavity little by little, blocking the atmosphere in the haunted house. Swept away.

   Refreshing and happy.

   "It's been a long time."

  She muttered to herself.

  The fusion of the evil spirit and the haunted house slowly lifted, because the existence of the evil spirit itself was dissipating.

  So, as they planned before, once the evil spirit that is the core of the haunted house disappears, the haunted house will also fall apart.

  ...In other words, Xiangyang succeeded.

  The girl loosened her finger slightly, and retracted all the surrounding threads.

  Zhu Qingyue gently exhaled, a relaxed smile appeared on her cheeks.

  Unconsciously, the girl’s white forehead was already stained with a few crystal beads of sweat.

Although neither the old man in the haunted house nor Song Yao, who is possessed by evil spirits, can threaten her life, Zhu Qingyue's ability seems to be able to solve them easily-in fact, the difficulty is really not high, after all, the power of the "line" It's self-explanatory; but the consumption of girls when using their abilities is real.

  She had already planned to finish it by herself.

   "Clear Moon."

  The girl heard a weak cry in her arms.

   She lowered her head and found that Xu Xiangyang's face was very pale, her eyes half-closed and half-open, a wave of anxiety surged in her heart.

   "What's wrong? You, are you okay!"

  When the squad leader was full of anxiety, and a pair of small hands began to touch him to check the situation, Xu Xiangyang spoke with some difficulty and stopped her reckless behavior.

  "It’s just a little tired...it’s too much consumption. It’s nothing, don’t you and Xingjie also have this time?"

  The boy smiled. He reluctantly raised his hand and stroked the girl's bangs, brushing his fingertips on her forehead, stained with a small drop of sweat.

   "I... just did the same thing as you..."

  Zhu Qingyue grabbed his hand that was about to fall, and then gently pressed it to his face, as if wishing him to feel the delicateness and softness more carefully.

  The girl with short hair sighed softly, and couldn't help saying:

   "You, you could have not worked so hard..."

   "——I succeeded."

  The boy interrupted her conversation. He suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the girl's other free wrist. The palms of the two people overlapped in a slightly strange posture.

  He turned sideways, watching her quietly.

  Zhu Qingyue was attracted by the young boy's bright and clear eyes, and his pupils were reflecting her appearance.

  The corners of Xu Xiangyang’s mouth rose even more, revealing a tired but brilliant smile.

   "...Yes, you succeeded."

  Finally, Zhu Qingyue nodded gently. She knelt on the ground, holding the boy's hands.

  The face of the girl is like the blossom that grows in the middle of the flowerbed when spring comes, blooming with a smile that makes people unable to look away.

  Four eyes meet, everything is clearly stated.

  ……

   "How did you... do it? Was it hard?"

   Seeing that there is still some time before the haunted house completely collapsed, Zhu Qingyue asked. She is still very interested in the specific process that takes place in the spiritual world.

   "If you work hard, it's a bit."

  Xu Xiangyang tried to recall the situation at that time.

   "After I successfully invaded, I first read its memories, and after that, I was stopped by the opponent's consciousness."

"Fortunately, the battle is carried out in the world of consciousness. According to the previous experience, my psychic ability is good enough to fight against it in quality. What's not enough is mainly because the opponent is a monster, but I have never I haven't tried to fight against people...so, I have to learn how it wants to kill me, I try to imitate it."

  The usual methods used by the old man in the haunted house, such as creating dark positions and air currents all over the body, Xu Xiangyang has all successfully replicated in the world of consciousness.

  I have to say that this is a thrilling and exciting attempt. After all, Xu Xiangyang is just a psychic. In the real world, he can’t use superpowers like evil spirits or psychics.

  In addition to this, he tried his best to imitate Qingyue and Xingjie's abilities, creating "threads", summoning dark whales, and even various other evil spirits he had ever seen.

  Of course, it was his own extraordinary psychic ability that played a decisive role in this process.

  In this process, Xu Xiangyang slowly learned how to grasp his own ability positioning.

   To make an inappropriate analogy, if the various psychic abilities can be regarded as superpowers in the general sense, he himself can be regarded as a "telepathic" superpower.

  Of course, this statement is not true in the strict sense. This is because the psychic ability does not originate from genes in the body, but from another world, which itself is closely related to human consciousness and soul.

  However, he can indeed do something that other psychics cannot achieve...

  This is "special".

  His experiment was successful, and the worries of the past disappeared.

"Finally, the confrontation of consciousness between me and it became just like the last time, entering a stalemate of see-saw back and forth. I thought at the time: It’s hard to tell if it goes on like this. Whoever wins or loses will be on the front line, but the other side is not. A monster of human nature, but my willpower may not be that strong...I am worried, afraid that I will lose if I pay attention."

   "Sounds dangerous."

  Zhu Qingyue listened carefully, while clutching his hand tightly, applying force unconsciously.

  Xu Xiangyang in turn clasped her little hand, and said with a smile:

   "It's very dangerous."

"then you……"

   "In the end, we have to rely on dialogue."

  ……

  ——"Would you not want your grandson to be locked in this house for the rest of your life, and live a life without people and ghosts?"

  After he discovered that Song Deshou and the spiritual world appeared, his first sentence was this.

  The old man in the haunted house showed no signs of being affected, so he directly chose to do it. But even when the confrontation between the consciousness of a person and a ghost entered a white-hot stage, Xu Xiangyang still did not give up, constantly sending signals with similar meanings to the other party.

  The evil spirit Song Deshou’s face is always a stiff smile, which is obviously far from the definition of a person; but in matters related to Song Yao, it does show a seemingly human side.

  This may be related to Song Deshou’s obsession before his death. Song Deshou's motivation for becoming an evil spirit was to protect his grandson; his method of death was also abnormal, not being corroded by the power of a haunted house, but being transformed by a young evil spirit called "Gu".

   Regardless of the reason, the old man in the haunted house is already the most intelligent human evil spirit Xu Xiangyang knows. The memories he saw through the psychic... are the proof.

  So, Xu Xiangyang never gave up.

  Until the last moment, he finally received a response from the evil spirit Song Deshou:

   "It probably thinks it's impossible to beat the two of us? Even if I lose, you will still be there."

He said.

   "In short, when we were about to fight until we both lost, Song Deshou chose to give up. He hoped that we could take Song Yao out of this haunted house and let him live a normal life."

   "So, did you agree?"

  Zhu Qingyue thought about it seriously, and whispered.

   "It's not impossible. Without Song Deshou, he can't do much. Personally, it doesn't matter what the guy's outcome is."

   "Yes, I promised him. But..."

   Xu Xiangyang said in a deep voice.

   "I lied. I lied to him. I didn't intend to let it go."

  "……"

  Zhu Qingyue blinked without speaking.

  "During the psychic process, I saw the memories of the past of the grandfather and grandson. Song Yao indeed had a very unfortunate childhood."

  Xu Xiangyang sighed deeply.

"His parents are always arguing, insulting each other and fighting. One night, Song Yao saw his father threatening his mother who was about to run away with a knife, but was killed by his mother during the fight. But the woman couldn't bear this kind of blow and committed suicide by cutting her wrist in the bathroom..."

  In a sense, Song Yao and them belong to the same category, but unfortunate families have their own misfortunes.

  The difference may be: did you find a trustworthy companion, did you go astray.

  But... it is one thing to generate empathy, but another to make a decision.

   "He killed several people. I don't intend to forgive him, because it's not my final decision whether to forgive or not."

   "That's better."

  Zhu Qingyue nodded, she asked tentatively:

   "But you still don't look very happy."

  Xu Xiangyang scratched his hair with some annoyance.

   "Yes, I thought I could lie easily. But when I saw Song Deokshou's expression..."

  The scene at that time reappeared in his mind.

  After he made an affirmative answer, a stiff smile appeared on the mask-like face of the old man in the haunted house.

  This relief, this is probably the last remaining human manifestation of Song Deshou, who became an evil spirit.

   "It may be because I was in the state of consciousness at the time. In that case, I wanted to lie and deceive people. It was really difficult because I had to deceive my heart first..."

  He couldn't hold back the tiredness that came up, and yawned.

  "Fortunately, I did it in the end. I was just a little tired."

   "Are you tired? Yeah, you have fought hard, and you will definitely feel tired now."

  The girl tilted her head and opened her arms towards him with a smile.

   "Come on, it doesn't matter, lie in my arms and have a good rest."

  Xu Xiangyang looked at the squad leader with gentle brows and eyes, and his expression looked like "a young mother who is singing a lullaby to the child in the stroller", and he couldn't help but hesitate. But his eyelids could not stop fighting up and down.

  As soon as the psychic war was over, Xu Xiangyang’s energy was almost exhausted. At this time, he was trying to cheer up and report the situation to the girl.

   "Qingyue, can I really...?"

"Of course."

  Before she finished her words, Xu Xiangyang's eyelids were already closed, and he staggered down towards the short-haired girl.

"--Thanks for your hard work."

  Zhu Qingyue gently hugs him who is sleeping.

  She didn't feel relieved until she felt the teenager's even breath on the back of her hand.

   "Actually, you really don't have to work hard..."

The squad leader sighed softly. Her fingers stroked his frowning eyebrows unconsciously, trying to stretch them out.

  She heard a trace of unconcealable heaviness in Xiangyang’s remarks. The test he faced in the spiritual world must not be as easy as he showed in his words.

  Zhu Qingyue thought, stroking the hair of the boy lying on her lap, and unconsciously hummed the ballad her mother had sung to him.

  The girl sings in a low voice, quietly lingering around the two of them.

  This week, the time they spent together in the haunted house, like gurgling water, flows in the hearts of girls.

   "I want to be a special person, especially for you."

  When Zhu Qingyue heard these words, the expression on Xu Xiangyang's face made her remember.

But.

  But ah...

  The girl moved her finger down and stroked it gently on his lips.

  After hesitating for a moment.

  She slowly and slowly bent down.

  ……

  The tendency of haunted houses to collapse has intensified, and the gaps between the walls of the corridors have become more distinct.

The transparent sky light sprinkled across every corner of the haunted house without hesitation, like clouds and fog, like the sunrise when the sun rises and like the twilight when the setting sun is sinking, the huge beam of light shining obliquely, quietly Shrouded the two young people sitting and lying in front of the door.

  The girl’s pale cherry-colored lips kissed the boy’s forehead softly.

  Zhu Qingyue’s kiss was like a soft petal, which was blown by the breeze from outside the house and fell on Xu Xiangyang’s body.

  There is always only one thing, and if it is lost, it will never come back again: some people are the most special from the beginning, and no one can replace it.

  She leaned down and whispered in his ear:

  "——To me, you are the one and only person."

  ……

  I don’t know how long has passed.

  When Zhu Qingyue straightened up, she heard the sound of a world falling apart, and a long and long sound that seemed to come from the depths of the ancient ocean.

  The voice is very familiar.

  Zhu Qingyue raised her head again, she saw a huge black shadow, slowly swimming through the gap of the expanding roof, and could vaguely see the tentacles moving like a forest below.

  (End of this chapter)