He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 191 After Raising Ghosts, I'm Now Lying Down (24)

A light drizzle fell, and the scent of roses mingled with the damp smell of earth in the air.

"The weather can change in an instant."

Wen Yan looked up, but could no longer see the sky; the dense, suffocating clouds conveyed an indescribable sense of oppression.

The burning sensation in Jiang Yu's eyes, which had just been tingling but not stinging, faded when he stepped out onto the muddy ground.

Wen Yan held it in her palm; it was cold and hard, like a stone that had just melted and flowed out of the ice. She could barely hold it.

The drizzle blurred her vision, but Wen Yan remained completely dry, showing no signs of mist despite standing in the rain.

Wen Yan's eyebrows twitched slightly as she raised her hand to catch the rain, but the raindrops drifted off her hand and fell at an angle.

The rain seemed to favor her.

Wen Yan took two steps forward, paused, and turned back, only to find that Xiao Bao hadn't followed.

Xiao Bao huddled under the eaves, his toes sticking out a tiny bit. As soon as the drizzle hit, the backs of his feet froze, and he couldn't move at all.

"elder sister."

Xiao Bao looked at Wen Yan standing in the rain as if nothing had happened, a look of confusion flashing in his eyes.

"Fine, you can stay here."

"Okay." Xiao Bao nodded obediently, "Sister, your dog is missing."

"Never mind it, it should go find something to eat."

"Oh."

Xiao Bao responded, turning his gaze away from Wen Yan and staring at his frozen instep. He picked up a fist-sized stone from somewhere, smashed the sole of his foot off, and threw it aside.

In no time, the broken leg grew back, and Xiao Bao got up, hugged the little dumpling, and stood there like a door god.

With him standing by the door, the people rushing out hurriedly stopped and reluctantly took a detour to the other side to find an exit, which saved Wen Yan a lot of trouble.

The rose garden is so large that it seems to stretch as far as the eye can see, making one wonder if it occupies the entire hilltop.

Wen Yan wondered if she had so many roses when she first entered the manor.

The roses, saturated with sap, were a deep red, trembling and bending the branches, their large, bright red buds lying on the ground, seemingly about to break at the slightest touch.

The scene became even more bizarre.

The connection between her eyes and her body was severed the moment Wen Yan stepped into the rose garden, and the faint feeling in her heart also dissipated.

Wen Yan initially didn't think much of it, thinking that bringing her here like a child was enough, but who would have thought that the rose garden was so big.

Finding him here is like finding a needle in a haystack.

The burial depth is unclear, as is the condition of the remains. If they are not intact, piecing them together will take time, and examining each and every piece will be time-consuming.

She considered using some gadgets to create a little spectacle, but then she remembered that Jiang Yu was still lying in some unknown patch of soil, so she abandoned the idea.

It's really frustrating to feel like you have to rely on intelligence instead of brute force.

Now is not the time to think about these things. Wen Yan put aside her idle thoughts and began to think seriously.

Holding the wooden stick, he tapped the muddy ground repeatedly, secretly figuring out where to start.

The roses drooped their noble heads, and Wen Yan walked for a long time but still hadn't reached the end of the rose garden.

She kept glancing back, but the villa disappeared into the darkness. This angle and this size were always so familiar to her; she had never truly escaped this encirclement.

Wen Yan suddenly stopped in his tracks, his eyes flashing. Since he couldn't find him, he would find a way to get him to come out on his own.

Wen Yan was certain that Jiang Yu was there, watching her from a place she couldn't see.

As dusk approached, the area around the villa was exceptionally quiet, devoid of any other people. Wen Yan's feet ached, and the surrounding environment was pitch black; the dense darkness almost swallowed her whole.

The wooden stick she was using to probe the way broke in two when she accidentally hit a stone. She could only try to step carefully in the muddy field to avoid getting caught on thorns.

No matter how careful I was, my fair skin still ended up with quite a few wounds.

Every step was difficult.

"Jiang Yu".

Wen Yan choked up, her grievances suddenly bursting forth as another cut appeared on her calf.

"Jiang Yu... Waaah... I'm afraid of the dark."

Last time, he carried her back to school on his back; this time, she was all alone.

Gazing at the boundless rose field, as night fell, even the strongest woman's eyes reddened and tears streamed down her face.

Ignoring her image, Wen Yan fell to the ground, the crushed roses seeping juice and staining her skirt dark.

Wen Yan buried her face in her palms, crying so hard she bent over, tears streaming uncontrollably from between her fingers. Her body trembled, more heartbroken and broken than the heavy roses in the garden.

The sobbing did not elicit Jiang Yu's patient coaxing; instead, it brought the sound of a dim lamp, its flickering light swaying weakly overhead.

A slanted shadow cut across the face, making it even more frightening.

Wen Yan's eyes were blurry with tears when a dark shadow suddenly appeared before her, twisting and turning, baring its fangs and claws like a monster.

She trembled in fright, and the two black glass beads she was holding slipped from her grasp and rolled away.

Seeing that she had lost her protection, the drizzle rushed forward to freeze her into a block of ice.

It was cold; the wind was as cold as a gale in the dead of winter.

Wen Yan closed her eyes, and the tears that slid down her face were almost frozen, more piercing than icicles. She was about to tough it out when someone gently wiped them away.

He hurriedly opened his eyes—it was Jiang Yu!

Wen Yan finally burst into tears, forgetting everything else, and threw herself into his arms.

In surprise, my body passed through him, and all I saw was his phantom.

"Research, research."

He opened his mouth, his voice hoarse and not pleasant compared to his usual clear and cold voice, but Wen Yan didn't care about that because Jiang Yu was very weak.

A thin, blurry shadow, as if projected in front of her.

Wen Yan wanted to cry, but a red aura touched the corner of her eye. She hurriedly tried to grab it, but she could touch the aura but not him.

Jiang Yu felt even colder; the yin energy emanating from his body made her tremble, most noticeably in his eyes.

His eyes were completely black with no whites, and when he looked at you, it was as if you were looking into two black holes. Black liquid gradually flowed out of his eye sockets, and then he wiped it away.

A cold wind blew, and her tear-stained cheeks were damp and cold. She looked at Jiang Yu, speechless. Nothing was more painful than witnessing the suffering of the one she loved.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Yan Yan." He didn't hesitate.

"What about you?"

He remained silent for a long time.

Wen Yan cried again.

Is the price of remembering her to forget oneself?

Jiang Yu was puzzled, but he suppressed his resentment and wiped away her tears. Seeing that she was crying so hard, he said, "Don't cry. If you want, I can call you Jiang Yu too."

I don't know whose name it was, but she kept repeating it over and over, and she even managed to stop crying when he agreed to call her by that name.

Jiang Yu was inexplicably annoyed, but when he saw Wen Yan's red eyes, he forced himself not to care.

Wen Yan wiped away her tears with both hands, sniffed, and decided to put aside her grief for the time being; finding his remains was the key.

Where is your body?

Jiang Yu froze. Did she...she know he was a ghost?

Seeing that she seemed to accept it well, Jiang Yu was inexplicably happy, but he didn't want to take Wen Yan to find his original body, so he kept quiet.

Seeing that he pursed his lips and didn't speak, Wen Yan thought he was asking for a reward, so she lightly bit his lip without any hesitation... and then her lips passed through the afterimage...

It caused a huge embarrassment.

Jiang Yu noticed her movement and silently wrapped his resentment around her arm.

I'd almost forgotten about this.

Wen Yan raised her hand and unceremoniously slapped the resentful air several times.

This made Jiang Yu's entire ghost tremble.

The most sensitive spot on his body was the wisp of resentment clinging to Wen Yan's arm; her kiss almost made him dissipate.