GBT Chapter 108

Jiao Bai looked at the sickly Cen Jingmo in front of him, his mind still racing.

Cen Jingmo remembered his first playthrough, knew how he died in his past life, and now he had a second chance. But he lacked self-awareness and didn’t know the truth about the world.

This was fundamentally different from Qi Yi Liao’s situation.

As a reborn person, Cen Jingmo seemed to stand on the shoulders of fate, detached from the secular world that ordinary people were trapped in, focusing on things that science couldn’t explain.

Jiao Bai thought, Cen Jingmo had finished testing him and was now certain that he wasn’t just Wang Chuqiu reborn.

Cen Jingmo was waiting for him to give an even more outrageous answer than rebirth.

“Brother, Secretary Qi, please go out. I want to chat with Young Master Cen for a bit,” Jiao Bai said, squeezing his slightly cold fingers.

Zhang Zhen and Qi Huai both looked at him, not entirely agreeing with his decision.

Jiao Bai smiled and waved at them, “Just for a little while.”

As soon as the two left, the smile on Jiao Bai’s face disappeared. He picked up his glass of wine, about to gulp it down in one go, but then remembered his promise to Qi Yi Liao to drink as little as possible.

He paused and took a small sip instead. The wine was too strong, with a stinging sensation. He frowned in distaste, his breath now carrying a rich aroma of wine: “Young Master Cen, I was possessed by a demon when I went to get your medicine.”

The surrounding air seemed to still.

The fan-shaped shadow under Cen Jingmo’s eyelids flickered slightly, his dark lashes slowly opening like damp cicada wings: “Possessed by a demon?”

Jiao Bai nodded. You’ve already been reborn; surely being possessed by a demon isn’t too hard to accept, right?

“My Third Brother knows about this,” Jiao Bai sighed. “I often get possessed by demons at random times and do inexplicable things.”

He gave two examples, half-true, half-false: “My Third Brother told me to go to the temple to burn incense, and I did. I even asked for a safety charm. My brother can testify to this; he went with me. The rope on the safety charm broke when we were going down the mountain.”

“My constitution is special; the Buddha doesn’t protect me,” Jiao Bai said with a wry smile. “Strange evil things always possess me.”

Cen Jingmo stared at him, staring intently.

“Young Master Cen might find it hard to believe such an absurd thing, but what I’m saying is true. I have no reason to make things up,” Jiao Bai said with a sincere expression.

“Possessed?” Cen Jingmo moved closer to him, saying softly.

“Yes.” As soon as Jiao Bai said that, he suddenly smelled a hint of dog blood, and his lips twitched. This little fat ferret didn’t think that the one who just possessed him was… Li Jue from his past life, did he?

Oh my god.

There was a high probability!

Because in that case, his four suspicious points could all be explained.

He had to return to the Shen family and Nancheng to get close to Shen Er An.

Seeing himself in this life end up in such a state, he couldn’t help but sigh.

As for meeting Shen Er An’s secretary, that was one of his guardians from his past life; it was normal to feel emotional.

Getting the medicine made even more sense.

Besides Cen Jingmo, only Li Jue knew the location.

Hahaha, a perfect fit.

Perfectly f*ed!

Jiao Bai’s breath was a mix of medicine and wine. He met the eyes of Cen Jingmo, who was almost about to kiss him, and promptly caught the fleeting look of terrifying love in the other’s eyes.

This guy wanted to pry open his skull, lick his brain, peel off his skin, and gnaw on his bones inch by inch, chewing them to see if they tasted familiar.

Okay, Cen Jingmo had decided that Li Jue was inside him, one body with two souls.

“Being possessed must be very troubling for you. Burning incense isn’t working; why not ask a Taoist priest to perform an exorcism?” Cen Jingmo smiled politely.

Jiao Bai snorted inwardly. Cen Jingmo wanted him to leave this body and make room.

“What Young Master Cen says isn’t a bad idea,” Jiao Bai said thoughtfully. “As you probably know, my Third Brother is recovering from his injuries, and I need to take care of him. I really don’t have the time to find a Taoist priest. Maybe after a while…”

“There happens to be a Taoist priest on the island,” Cen Jingmo said, covering his mouth to cough, his danfeng eyes glistening.

Jiao Bai: “…” He was waiting for him right here.

Calm down, Cen Jingmo’s activity level is full. He doesn’t need to be messed with. He’s in the “Fated in This Life” group. To him, I’m a confidant.

“What a coincidence,” Jiao Bai said, feigning surprise.

“Yes,” Cen Jingmo said, trembling. “I think it’s a coincidence too.”

Jiao Bai saw that Cen Jingmo’s complexion was turning gray, and he was still retching, his stomach very uncomfortable, as if he was about to die. He casually said, without sincerity, “Why don’t you lie down for a bit?”

“Please help me, Mr. Jiao,” Cen Jingmo said with a weak smile.

Jiao Bai helped the Cen medicine jar to the couch, letting him lie down on the thick blanket: “I’ll go tell your people to call the doctor over. You have a doctor with you, right?”

His T-shirt was tugged. Jiao Bai turned back.

Cen Jingmo said softly, “Mr. Jiao, we haven’t finished talking about the exorcism.”

Jiao Bai pulled the fabric out of Cen Jingmo’s fingers: “No rush.”

Cen Jingmo’s expression was calm: “Having your body occupied sounds terrible. Don’t you want to be free as soon as possible, Mr. Jiao?”

Jiao Bai didn’t miss the gloom beneath Cen Jingmo’s calm.

He didn’t want the current one; he just had to explore the secrets of the world, latching onto his past life as soon as he sensed a hint.

To put it simply, this was called being sick.

To put it more complicatedly, Cen Jingmo’s life trajectory was changing.

In the second playthrough of “Broken Wings,” among the eight friends, not only Cen Jingmo, but also Shen Er An and Zhang Zhen had broken free from the original plot setting, their lives gaining things that weren’t in the original story.

Including Li Jue, his morbid infatuation had faded, and he no longer entangled with Shen Er An for life.

Qi Zi Zhi was another story; his character setting changed the most. He even got plastic surgery, gained a split personality setting, had a sweet little wife, and settled abroad.

As for Shen Ji and Qi Yi Liao, they were opposed to each other, his son seizing power and stepping down early. His official pairing hadn’t even appeared yet. Who knew what developments there would be later? In short, the trajectory beneath his feet wasn’t completely the same as the original story.

As for the Yu brothers, Jiang Yan, and Liang Dong, who weren’t on the friend list but had more connections with Jiao Bai, the first two weren’t mentioned in the manga. Jiao Bai didn’t know if their second playthrough was any different from the first.

The smog in Jiang Yan’s life had been swept away, and he would only get better and better.

Liang Dong, on the other hand, was miserable. He wasn’t suffering for love; it was revenge and drugs that were gnawing at him. But he was still young, the ending hadn’t arrived, and everything was unknown. So far, his character setting had also changed.

These people’s changes were all driven by Jiao Bai’s butterfly effect. They were saved by him, or they were heading toward a different trajectory outside the original story.

Only Qi Yi Liao didn’t follow the plot in the first playthrough. His awakened self-awareness was like a barb, growing on the body of the original manga.

The world consciousness’s authority had been challenged. It wouldn’t allow that barb to exist, but it couldn’t pull it out, either. It could only prevent the barb from growing.

In the second playthrough, it deliberately didn’t let Qi Yi Liao have it easy.

It made him watch as other people who followed the outline of the first playthrough changed in various ways in the second playthrough.

The butterfly effect affected him in small ways, but the important settings were immovable.

I’ve intentionally or unintentionally saved so many people, what’s wrong with one more Qi Yi Liao…

Jiao Bai unconsciously showed a bitter smile and worry.

The gaze cast from the couch was first suspicious, probing, then excited, fervent, and finally, mad.

“Li…”

What “Li,” get out with your dog-blood substitute trope. The emotion in Jiao Bai’s eyes instantly disappeared. He looked down from above, his eyes bright and distant: “Then how do you do the exorcism?”

Cen Jingmo stared blankly up at him.

“I can’t let an evil thing occupy my body. Then I’ll become a wandering ghost,” Jiao Bai said, turning to go to the chair. Suddenly, he felt a pain in the back of his neck.

He’d experienced that feeling last September, exactly the same.

A tranquilizer gun.

Cen Jingmo had had a heart attack a few minutes ago, but now he was actually hugging Jiao Bai, who was falling backward.

Jiao Bai’s body was lifted into the air. His consciousness fading, he thought, in this old-fashioned, dog-blood manga, 1 is stronger than 0, in all aspects. Even a sick ghost can give him a princess carry!

Cen Jingmo carried Jiao Bai to the bookshelf. He kicked a book with his foot.

A hidden door was revealed.

Before Jiao Bai lost consciousness, he remembered one thing: he had shed a few tears for Cen, the male supporting character, when he first read the manga.

Goodbye, you.

“Young Master Cen, the divination shows that there’s no dirty… no evil thing in his body. No, it’s that there’s no second soul.”

“Really, there aren’t two?”

“Wait, let me take another look!”

“…”

“Help! I, I, I, I saw it wrong! He has two souls, he has two!”

The old voice was terrified.

“What’s the other soul like?” At this time, another yin and soft voice sounded.

“It’s… it’s a woman. She’s crying. She says she misses Young Master Cen very much. That must be your deceased lover… Don’t kill me… Don’t come over… Ah–”

The screams quickly faded, leaving only a dying whimper for mercy.

“Bang.”

Another muffled gunshot.

It was at this moment that Jiao Bai’s sinking consciousness floated upward. Before he even opened his eyes, his first reaction was that his wrist hurt a lot, as if it had been cut open with a sharp object and bled.

The second reaction was that something was stuck on his face. It was a talisman, and there was more than one. The smell of the talismans was strong, right next to his nose and mouth.

Then, he felt himself soaking in water.

Not water.

So bloody. It was blood.

Jiao Bai suddenly forced open his heavy eyelids. In his drooping eyes was a dark red color, thick like blood plasma.

Black dog blood?!

It was all in a large wooden barrel.

Jiao Bai was really covered in dog blood this time. His mouth seemed to have that taste, and he had probably swallowed a few mouthfuls.

The sound of a heavy object being dragged away reached Jiao Bai’s ears. He immediately closed his eyes before he had time to check his surroundings.

A footstep walked over from not far away, stopping next to the wooden barrel.

Cen Jingmo looked down at the person in the wooden barrel, his eyes filled with disappointment, ferocity, and sadness mixed with memories, and then who knew what else.

Jiao Bai was worried that his tension would expose him, so he started thinking about other things to distract himself.

Most of the flowers and plants in the front yard of Lanmo Mansion had sprouted and grown.

In September, he would enter medical university.

When he returned from his trip to the island, Qi Yi Liao might wake up.

…

Cen Jingmo came prepared; the Taoist priest he hired must have had some skills. But the Taoist priest didn’t find the soul he wanted.

He still won’t kill me.

Not kill him, but observe him slowly. It would be many times more interesting than killing him.

To Cen Jingmo, he was a problem that he knew was strange, but couldn’t solve.

Damn it, wasn’t he supposed to be shifting his attention elsewhere? Why did he think of this again?

Jiao Bai was controlling his heartbeat when a hand landed on his neck.

The hand had thin, hard joints and a cold palm.

It didn’t tighten.

It just gently stroked him for a moment, one thumb rubbing against the beating of his pulse, again and again.

Cen Jingmo held Jiao Bai’s fragile, slender neck, never crushing it. He really was a good person.

Knowing that this person was pretending to be unconscious, he didn’t eliminate him along with the Taoist priest.

Cen Jingmo tore off the stack of talismans on Jiao Bai’s face, rubbed them in his fingers for a long time, and laughed, his breath trembling, his eyes scarlet.

A barely audible sob came from his throat.

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