"Actually, I don't think there's a need to be so direct between us."
Why did Chinese people like to discuss business at the wine table? It was because of the atmosphere created by the wine and the people accompanying them at the table. When discussing business, everyone had room to advance and retreat, so it wouldn't be so awkward.
Su Bai nodded. "But you also know that too good a feeling is fake, so it's better to let the dream fall in time. At least you can retain some good memories of the past."
"I need you to do something for me," the existence in the coffin admitted directly.
"Help me recover Ji Xiang first," Su Bai said.
"Why don't you listen to what I want you to do first?"
"If you don't help me recover Ji Xiang first, I can't even be bothered to listen." Su Bai was still leaning against the wall of the coffin, his tone relaxed and calm. "That's my bottom line."
Everything was based on helping Ji Xiang recover first. Otherwise, there was no room for discussion. This was Su Bai's attitude. There was no room for negotiation.
As for whether the existence in the coffin would trust him, Su Bai wasn't sure. After all, this person had been ruthlessly tricked by Su Yuhang twenty years ago. Now that it was Su Yuhang's son, it was still unknown whether he would choose to trust him.
After jumping into a big pit once, would he continue to jump into a similar small pit?
Who knew, what if the other party really didn't believe him?
"Hehe."
The person in the coffin laughed, but it was still impossible to tell what he meant. This was because he spoke without any emotion, so it was difficult to guess what he was thinking. Moreover, he was in the coffin, like a woman with half her face covered, so it was difficult to see his true appearance. Of course, he had lived for so many years, so even the stupidest person could cultivate to become a human at this time. Moreover, although he had been tricked by Su Yuhang in the past, the fact that he was qualified to be tricked by Su Yuhang was enough to show how outstanding he was.
After a long time.
The other party responded.
"Okay."
Then, a black halo floated out of the coffin and slowly landed on Ji Xiang's body. This was a kind of nourishment, using his own soul power to help Ji Xiang recover.
This was an extremely high price. Because the next time they entered and left the story world, the broadcast would help the listeners completely recover. However, the broadcast would not care about matters related to the soul. It would choose to treat it differently.
For example, if you were possessed by the devil, the broadcast would not help you to wake up. It would only help you to heal the external injuries that the broadcast had identified. Of course, if your soul was severely damaged, the broadcast would also help you to recover. However, this was the result of you voluntarily giving the source of your soul to others. It was not created. Instead, it was one of your own actions that caused your own soul to weaken. The broadcast would not care about you.
In short, if it was your own doing, the broadcast would help you recover. If it was your body, the broadcast would help you recover. If it was your soul, the broadcast would not do anything to you. If it was your soul, the broadcast would do nothing. You could try. After so many years, there seemed to be only two people who could avoid the broadcast's tracking and identification. Even an existence like Lychee had to leave obediently by train.
The soul power of a big shot Listener was indeed powerful. It seemed that only an expert of this level could be extravagant enough to use his own soul source to help a great demon with strength comparable to a high-level Listener recover its soul. Moreover, it was very likely that it was a big shot Listener who specialized in the soul. Even someone like Liang Sen could not do it to this extent. This was Su Bai's own opinion, and it was also the intuition of a high-level Listener.
Su Bai was still leaning against the wall of the coffin, watching Ji Xiang's aura slowly recover bit by bit. This was the result of the recovery of memories and self-recovery.
When Ji Xiang began to remember that it was Ji Xiang, its previous temperament would slowly return to its body. It was just like the movie 《God of Gamblers》, Chow Yun Fat's acting before and after losing his memories. After all, a person's temperament and that person's memories or experiences were almost the same. When you forgot who you were, the temperament that originally belonged to you would disappear or become unrecognizable.
"You didn't even tell me what you wanted me to do for you before directly taking action. Are you really not afraid that I will go back on my word?" Su Bai asked in confusion. The other party actually trusted him that much?
Being trusted by a big shot Listener for no reason, Su Bai would not foolishly feel moved. On the contrary, Su Bai was more doubtful, because he really did not think that the person in the coffin would be so assured that he would keep his promise after paying such a great price to help him heal Ji Xiang.
Even a low level Listener shouldn't be so naive, right?
Soul force that was as dense as liquid continuously flowed out from the coffin, merging into Lucky's body. Lucky began to slowly stretch its body, its eyes that originally carried a bit of naivety began to become clearer, like amber in the depths of the sea, deep and aloof, carrying a kind of unapproachable attitude.
Su Bai took out a cigarette and lit it. The smoke rose in spirals, but it made Su Bai's mind a bit flustered. Ji Xiang was captured together with the little fellow on that rainy night. When Ji Xiang's soul recovered, it meant that its memories would also recover, and the truth regarding that rainy night would also completely surface.
Although Ji Xiang had never spoken before, Su Bai knew that if Ji Xiang wanted to express its intentions, it was still very simple. After all, it was a great demon, it was just too lazy to speak the human language and too lazy to eat human food. However, Su Bai did not believe that this cat would continue to remain silent when it came to the matter of the little fellow.
Seeing Ji Xiang's blank appearance at home with fresh milk in its mouth, this cat's love for the little fellow was no less than his own father's.
After taking a drag of the cigarette and feeling his lungs fill up, he slowly exhaled. Looking at the enticing soul power flowing out from the coffin, Su Bai opened his mouth.
"If there's more, give me one as well."
"Sooner or later, it will all be yours."
The person in the coffin suddenly responded.
Su Bai was stunned for a moment. He shook the ash off his cigarette, but did not say anything. There were some things that the person in the coffin might know, but he did not. That was why he could be so certain and confident.
He did not even ask whether he would go back on his word or not.
Ruyi crawled in front of Ji Xiang. It could sense that its former companion was slowly returning. Towards this, Ruyi was still very calm, and could even be said to be somewhat indifferent.
The two cats did not form a CP in this long period of darkness. Even in the past, everyone played their own games. They were actually equivalent to the guardians of the Land of Proving the Dao. Their role was similar to the stone lions in front of the gate of a noble house, but they were more terrifying and ruthless.
Of course, they were only responsible for guarding the Land of Proving the Dao. They would not be offended by people or listeners who accidentally entered. As for the big shots who came here to prove the Dao, they were at a level that they could not deal with.
It still remembered that back then, the man with an evil smile squatted in front of it and its companion and said a lot of wonderful things about the outside world. It chose to retreat because it did not think that the outside world was very good. It felt that continuing to live here was also not bad.
In the end, his companion still followed the man and left this place.
It was not disappointed because it did not have any real companionship. Now that it was back, it was accompanied by a human. In these years, it should have a good relationship with many humans. At least, the human sitting on the steps and smoking must have treasured it.
It was coming back.
After returning, that human could not casually touch its head.
Ruyi thought so in its heart.
The world of cats was indeed much purer and simpler than that of humans. Of course, at their level of life, they did not have to worry about being cold and discouraged. They did not need to look for food in the garbage dump, nor did they need to act cute to please their owners. Naturally, they could do as they pleased.
Unknowingly, Su Bai's cigarette was about to burn to the end.
At this time, the soul power in the coffin stopped flowing. When the last wisp of soul power entered Ji Xiang's body, Ji Xiang closed its eyes and its body began to tremble.
This was a sign that its soul had been repaired and reawakened.
Su Bai threw away the cigarette butt, walked down the steps, and squatted down in front of Ji Xiang.
Ji Xiang slowly opened its eyes, but Su Bai suddenly turned his head to look at the coffin and shouted:
"What's going on?"
Because when Ji Xiang opened its eyes, what Su Bai saw was a pair of cat eyes suffused with a bloody light. Su Bai's first reaction was that there was a problem with the treatment of the person in the coffin. Because the soul was an existence at the soul level, and this aspect was the most sensitive. The slightest mistake could lead to a disaster!
Ji Xiang's clear and cold eyes were gone. At this moment, it suddenly became vicious!
"Meow!!!!"
Su Bai did not continue asking about the person in the coffin. Instead, he turned his head to look at Ji Xiang. Because in Ji Xiang's cat cry, Su Bai did not hear complete hysteria and violence, but a deep sorrow!
"Meow!"
Ji Xiang's body turned into a wisp of black light and rushed out. Su Bai immediately followed.
"Meow!"
"Meow!"
Ji Xiang was crying out miserably, like a cuckoo crying blood!
In the end, Ji Xiang climbed over the altar and came to the side of the Yellow Springs. It began to scream at the Yellow Springs.
Two streams of blood tears flowed out from Ji Xiang's cat eyes.
His cries were questioning, sorrowful, and angry.
It was hoarse and hoarse.
Endless sorrow, endless anger, and endless … disbelief.
This was a feeling of being betrayed by the person closest to it. At this moment, Ji Xiang almost shouted until its throat was hoarse. The cat's tears mixed with blood kept dripping down.
The surging water of the Yellow Spring was suppressed by the sad meowing of the cats, on the rock walls, on the banks of the river.
It kept echoing …
