The Book Soul Chronicles: Godslayer

“Penghui, Penghui, Penghui…”

Ye Qingyang walked along, shouting loudly. His voice was especially clear in the quiet night, but unfortunately, no one responded.

Ye Qingyang searched all the way to Eagle Cliff, carefully moving along the steep plank road, looking around as he went, cold sweat dripping down his forehead.

He and Wu Penghui often came here to collect herbs, but Eagle Cliff was very steep and few people came. Even the two of them were always extra careful when they came, let alone during the day.

Now he came alone, and it was nighttime. He could only use a torch for light and move more carefully step by step. The night wind kept blowing down the cliff, and Ye Qingyang could only try to keep his body close to the cliff wall to prevent himself from being blown down by the wind if he lost his footing.

The wind was sometimes strong and sometimes weak. Every time a strong gust of wind blew, the flame of the torch in my hand would flicker violently, and it was even in danger of going out. When the wind weakened, the flame would stabilize slightly, but it would still be in a precarious state.

In this dim and intermittent light, Ye Qingyang trekked across the cliffs of Eagle Cliff and arrived at a place where the trees were taller and the vegetation was denser. It was quieter here, and he couldn't see the moon at all. He could only see the dense canopy of trees. This was his destination, the place where they often gathered herbs.

Ye Qingyang glanced at the torch burning brightly in his hand, then began to search his surroundings, but there was no trace of it. Everything pointed to one thing: Wu Penghui had never come here to collect herbs.

"Where did he go? He has no reason to lie to himself."

Ye Qingyang pondered, gently rubbing his index finger against a large tree covered in scratches. This was an agreement known only to him and Wu Penghui. The vegetation here was dense, making it easy to get lost. The two of them had been quite disoriented when they first arrived, and in the end, they decided to mark their path on a conspicuous tree near the entrance.

A horizontal line represents two people entering, and a vertical line represents two people exiting. So every time someone comes here, there will be two new scratches, one horizontal and one vertical. But the scratches on this page are from a long time ago.

"There are no signs of anyone having been here, and no scratches on the trees. Peng Hui has never been here before, so where did he go?"

Ye Qingyang frowned, his face full of worry and confusion. He had no choice but to go back.

Just as he was going up the road and intending to return the way he came, he suddenly saw something emitting a faint light at the bottom of the cliff.

"Huh? Something seems to be glowing eerily!"

Ye Qingyang was surprised. He seemed to doubt his own eyes, rubbed them, and looked in that direction again.

There, a faint light shone through the tree canopy, standing out starkly in the dark night. This light was unlike the faint glow of fireflies in my hometown; it was exceptionally peculiar.

He was quite certain he wasn't mistaken, and at the same time, a voice inside him urged him to go and see. He was a very curious person, especially since he was only a teenager, so it wasn't strange that he was curious.

Ye Qingyang has a spirit of exploration, but he also knows that being too curious about some things can backfire, because he experienced something similar when he was a child. Fortunately, he is thoughtful and smart, so he managed to avoid it.

Ye Qingyang appears dull and honest, but in reality he is clever and quick-witted, adept at reading people's expressions, and has a delicate mind. He is taciturn only because he knows that talking too much can sometimes be taken advantage of, or rather, smart people don't need much explanation to understand, while unintelligent people will think that no matter how much you explain, it's just sophistry.

Therefore, he is not good at arguing for himself, and he feels it is unnecessary. He speaks when he should speak and keeps quiet when he should keep quiet. This is one of his principles in life.