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Chapter 627: That Other Person's Simp (Bonus Chapter)

The group eventually found Jingxuan in the cave where Song Zhishu had previously lived.

They all carefully discussed with Jingxuan how to bury her.

Jingxuan simply leaned against the stone, neither looking at the corpse nor at them, nor replying, but her blood-red eyes became even more ghostly and alluring.

They buried Song Zhishu with trepidation, keeping a low profile throughout, fearing that Jingxuan might explode at any moment.

But he remained indifferent, showing no sign of madness.

He's gone mad, a complete madman. The crowd sighed inwardly, then fixed their gazes on the round hill surrounded by the creatures of the mountains, its shadow stretching for miles.

It seemed as if the whole world was mourning for her.

Soon after, Jingxuan returned, carrying Su Chengrui's head.

The crowd was in a panic, taken aback by his sudden move and at a loss for what to do: they didn't even know what tool he used, or whether he used no tool at all.

For the next twenty days or so, he brought back a head every single day.

They're all males, that's all.

Slowly, slowly, everyone got used to his approach, and they sighed softly.

He's crazy

He's a madman

He remained stuck in his routine, resuming his old way of life. He went out at sunrise and returned at sunset, tending to his plants. But aside from his indifference and numbness, everyone always saw him as someone on the verge of death.

His eyes died

Even if those cold, silver eyes returned to their former state, they had lost their vitality.

His eyes, his voice, his hair—all were dead, dead so that everything was silent, dead so still and unyielding.

Even Chang Sheng could hardly say a word to him.

The moment you meet his eyes, you feel a ghostly stillness, a choking sensation in your throat.

He died silently, or perhaps he died a dramatic death long ago, a living corpse.

But then, he seemed to discover something heartwarming, and a smile even appeared on his lips.

The crowd was puzzled, but they only saw him whispering to a purple flower every day, and his words and actions were no different from those he used to say to his beloved.

He's insane, he's a madman.

The crowd sighed and wept as they gazed at the round mound.

"Ah Shu, I'm late today," Jingxuan said, smiling at the plant before looking up at the oriole.

"They always come to see you, birds, animals, flowers, and even your rabbit."

His voice was faint.

"Chang Sheng can already hold it. Your rabbit is only willing to approach Chang Sheng."

"Chang Sheng..."

He seemed to be thinking about something.

"After Ashu left, he became completely lost and confused,"

"He seemed to be watching Ashu's story end,"

"He probably thinks this is A-Shu getting revenge on him. It has nothing to do with A-Shu; if he dared to agree to Su Chengrui's request, he deserves to suffer a fate worse than death." The cold tone made the oriole flutter away.

“Ah Shu, how could your rabbit hate me just because I’m cold-blooded?” Jing Xuan’s eyes flickered with starlight and candlelight. He closed his eyes and laughed, “Me? I am the evil seed that this world has produced.”

When he was conscious, the world was just a vast ocean.

He created all things, yet he could not fill the void in his own heart.

Later, land appeared, then living things appeared, and then humans appeared.

But none of this was what he wanted, it wasn't.

He was indeed a god, yet he was also utterly malevolent, exuding a murderous aura.

God, eventually bored, decided to go down and see for himself. Seeing that all things were harmless and soft, he cruelly created the snake, which all living beings avoided. Seeing that all things were not poisonous and had low potency, he cruelly created the first poisonous snake.

He drifted aimlessly through the journey, yet remained detached from worldly desires, retaining the coldness he felt before he lost his memories.

It does suit the snake. "I'm not just a silver-ringed snake," Jingxuan put down her hands that were weaving the flower wreath and gently stroked the purple plant in front of her. "What Ashu doesn't know is that I can become whatever I want."

For example, when I gave her that quilt and clothes, there was a brief golden python.

“Ah Shu must have been very worried while I was unconscious,” Jingxuan said, carefully and gently weaving a flower wreath in her hands. “But I don’t want to lose Ah Shu.”

That attack, intended only to elicit forgiveness from Song Zhishu, unexpectedly severely damaged his soul and restored his memories—thus, the god who created all things.

But how could a mere mortal body possibly have the power to harm a god's consciousness?

He had to temporarily put down his body to go and see.

“This Heavenly Dao who replaced me is quite bold,” Jingxuan said, fastening the wreaths one by one. “Seeing that I was confused, he realized that Ashu was there.”

“That Lei, he was the one who wanted to take Ashu away,” Jingxuan said calmly. “Ashu, I don’t know what we had in the past, maybe a lot, but I really can’t remember.”

“If Ashu leaves, will I still meet many more versions of myself?” Jingxuan put the last wisp of vanilla into the pot, her lips bitter. “It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter if there are other versions of me. As long as it’s me, that’s fine.”

He muttered to himself

"I just need to save Ashu."

The lavender swayed in the wind, sometimes bowing its head.

Like a lover bowing devoutly

Everyone could only sigh as he talked to himself.

He's crazy

He's a madman

Jingxuan would go to that plant every day, regardless of wind, rain, or scorching sun. He seemed to have endless things to say, yet he was merely repeating himself. Each time he came, he would relive the scene of his return, witnessing his lover being pierced with his own eyes.

But he seemed to have gotten used to it, still chatting away with the purple fragrance, repeatedly chewing on his unbearable cycle of reincarnation.

Until one night, when the stars trembled and a scare struck, the lavender vines raged wildly, dancing slowly with the moonlight and the evening shadows.

Like a soft body

As Jingxuan walked in, Lavender seemed to sense something and withdrew her aggressive demeanor.

It waited for the startled girl to bend over.

I smeared some purplish-blue juice on his lips

That was the allure and love that drove him mad.

The next day, snow and frost fell, and the lavender withered in an ordinary cold winter.

Jingxuan stood by the withered branch, his eyes filled with tenderness for a long time. He said...

“A-Shu,”

"Next time we meet,"

"Kiss me."

The crowd sighed softly as they listened to his hysterical voice.

He's crazy

He's a madman

Then the cycle of heaven and earth will begin again.

Ah-Shu, could you please continue to entangle me with the romance and beauty?

—Jing Xuan, *The Madman's Language*

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"Calm down!" The man grabbed the boy who was on the verge of losing his mind and sighed.

"So close! So close!" The boy gritted his teeth, tears welling in his eyes. "We know you did your best." The man was silent for a moment, his brows furrowed with weariness.

"This is an opportunity and loophole I finally managed to seize! Who knows when she'll encounter such a spiritually rich world again!" The boy collapsed, covering his face in despair: "Is this really how it has to be...? Is she really going to be endlessly controlled like this...?"

"Keep your voice down, don't disturb your mom."

The boy then lowered his voice and rallied himself: "No matter what, I will definitely bring her back."