Host, the villain's corruption level has exploded!

Chapter 404: The Days of Elopement with the Villain (61)

The second sentence was said later. At first, they were confused when they went north, but later they realized that Chu Yao had demonic powers and could naturally create dreams, freely traveling through their affairs.

He hadn't taken the first sentence seriously. If those two caused Chu Yao trouble, he might still have a chance to find another way to suppress them. But as soon as the second sentence came out, he suddenly seemed to understand something.

Chu Yao must have had a purpose in doing those things. Whether Bei Shang is stupid, foolish, or not shrewd (Bei Shang: ??), he initially thought she wanted to use them as leverage. At the time, Bei Shang was dismissive: Bai Yu wouldn't get into any trouble, that was his belief. As for Song Zhishu… well, if something happens, so be it. "…" Damn it.

However, Chu Yao had already made her point clear, especially the last sentence, which made Bei Shang seriously consider it. In the end, he could only come to one conclusion: Chu Yao probably had her eye on that little happy guy.

This made Bei Shang uneasy. He was still self-aware. If he was unwilling to take Luo Geyan's essence blood, he could only hope that Chu Yao, who was angry for some unknown reason, would take revenge on the world and then take over this body. But now Chu Yao had a reason to live: Song Zhishu.

Others may not know Chu Yao's abilities, but how could he not? A single person managed to infiltrate the palace and wreak havoc in just a few days. If Chu Yao wanted to reclaim her body and live happily ever after with Song Zhishu, Bei Shang didn't think he had much of a chance.

“Miss Song, you must already understand. No matter how moving and sweet the words that man whispered to you in the dream he created, you have to admit that his deception of you is truly flawless. If you don’t wake up today, you will be living a life of pleasure in the gentle embrace woven by a man, while in the real world, everything you have will be reduced to dust.” Bei Shang spoke with increasing fervor, but perhaps still restrained by the urge to burst forth from his chest with anger and hoarseness, he suppressed the metallic taste in his throat and placed all his hopes on the young girl who had never been so silent before.

He's right.

For some reason, ever since she started explaining everything to him from the north, Song Zhishu had a premonition that what he said was true. However, she never expected that when she actually heard it, she would still stubbornly want to refute it and defend him.

Song Zhishu let out a long breath to cover up the sorrow that was about to overflow.

"Who woke me up?" She was exhausted, extremely exhausted. Song Zhishu leaned against the headboard, looked up at the wooden window, and asked softly.

"I woke up on my own." Bei Shang concealed the pain in his internal organs very well. He calmly took a sip of water and replied.

"White dumpling".

[...Host, I'm the one who woke you up.] The white ball of fur, having been in hiding for so long, appeared for the first time and explained directly, [Host, I noticed long ago that the world's fluctuations there were different from the original. By the time I found the source, it was already very late. Unless I wake you up now, you'll be trapped there forever.] The white ball of fur's tone was solemn. [Not only the original owner, but your soul as well, will be trapped in that dream forever.]

Song Zhishu did not show much surprise.

That's true. Given his appearance, it wouldn't be surprising what he could do or what kind of person he really is.

After all, he was a man whose every detail, from beginning to end, was impossible to fathom.

"Besides, host, you know that although the favorability rating is maxed out, the corruption value hasn't changed yet," the white dumpling continued. "If you stay trapped there forever, you simply won't be able to sway him."

Song Zhishu could understand it, but every sentence she heard felt like a thorn stuck in her heart, causing her excruciating pain.

"What do you want me to do?"

The hoarse-voiced Sang Bai paused upon hearing the voice, then looked up at the woman on the bed who was biting her lip with her eyes downcast.

Her two willow-leaf eyebrows resembled crescent moons, her emotions fluttering gently.

Bei Shang suddenly understood why Chu Yao was so crazy about this little girl.

Of course, his understanding is only one side of the story.

Ignoring the strange feeling in his heart, Bei Shang said coldly, "Miss Song, I know you are loyal and devoted to him, and he feels the same way about you." Not at all, he feels even more so.

“But you know, if he doesn’t die, there will never be peace here.” Bei Shang looked down at the beggar below and said desolately, “I consider myself a despicable person, taking away someone’s path to survival, but now, I’m glad I made this decision.” “Miss Song, I believe you understand that getting this body is the best answer.” Bei Shang looked at her, “I want you to negotiate with him and make him willingly turn to ashes and vanish into nothingness.”

"Pfft." Song Zhishu laughed out loud, and then went even further, her fair and beautiful face filled with endless mockery, "Beishang, don't imagine me to be so powerful, and don't think of yourself as so great."

They were all being manipulated by one person, but Song Zhishu had no intention of going along with him.

She loathed the wording of Bei Shang's order. Even if Chu Yao deserved to die and was utterly wicked, this body still belonged to Chu Yao. No matter how righteous he spoke, Chu Yao was still its master, always had been.

His journey north can only be considered, at best, that of a petty person who has at least rediscovered his conscience.

Seeing his unpleasant expression, Song Zhishu withdrew her smile and said indifferently, "I agree." Bei Shang's originally malicious eyes were instantly filled with surprise and excitement, making him look extremely comical.

Unfortunately, after saying those words, Song Zhishu lay down and did not respond no matter how Bei Shang called her. She was just thinking about things by herself.

Bei Shang had no worries about whether Song Zhishu was sincere. He understood pretty much when she woke up. If Chu Yao knew that the two of them were in the same room, his fate wouldn't be much better.

Why not take a gamble and let them meet?

“He should be coming out soon.” Bei Shang frowned, his lips turning pale, but he still managed a smile. “Miss Song, you should have a good chat with him.”

"........."

silence.

silence.

Song Zhishu was never a quiet person, especially when she was around Chu Yao, but now she could clearly hear Chu Yao's footsteps getting closer and closer.

Her ears twitched, but she didn't sit up.

"A-Shu?"

Again

This man knew how to exploit her weaknesses. For example, he knew that what Song Zhishu liked most was him calling her "A-Shu" in a tender and affectionate tone.