Monster Escape Room Re-Employment Chapter 38

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“Luo Su… although he used extreme methods and made big mistakes, he must have loved you in the beginning.”

Luo Su didn’t have much trouble with his words. He had said very subtle words several times before to break his guard…

Lou Xian was stunned, as if he didn’t expect Luo Su to have such feelings for him, and was confused: “Love? Isn’t it hate?”

“There is a word called hate out of love.” Jiang Lingyi twitched the corner of his mouth, trying to show a smile, but it only seemed more bitter. “Maybe he didn’t know how to express it correctly, maybe he was hurt by your gesture at that time… But the starting point of that obsession, I think… is the same as mine.”

“What about you?”

As if to deny this conclusion, Lou Xian asked.

“Why don’t you hate me? I’ve been hurting you since college…and now I’m involving you in our personal feud…”

“…You deserve to hate me.”

Jiang Lingyi listened quietly.

Every human being is different. He could not explain to Lou Xian why Luo Su’s love gave birth to hatred and destruction.

All he can explain is his love.

He looked back at Lou Xian’s moist eyes tenderly.

“That’s like denying that my love for you is happiness. I… don’t think this intention is wrong in any case.”

He took Lou Xian’s hand that was tightly grasping the hem of his clothes, gently pulled it down, and wrapped it in his palm.

“I never thought about letting you go in order to survive.” Jiang Lingyi’s voice was soft but unwavering, “Even if I die a hundred or a thousand times… as long as I have you at the end, I feel… as if I can hold on a little longer.”

He said half-jokingly: “Or… do you think it would be better for me to be with someone like Lian Moqin?”

“No!” Lou Xian almost immediately shook his head and retorted, tightening his arms again, as if he was afraid that he would really disappear.

“I don’t want that…”

This childish reaction made Jiang Lingyi’s heart feel warm again.

“Well, that’s no problem.” He whispered, giving Lou Xian a comforting kiss, “Don’t worry, I’m not a man who is easily struck down by death.”

“But…”

“Don’t worry, I already have an idea.” Jiang Lingyi vowed, “I want you to do me a favor.”

“Just say it.”

“I want to see Luo Su’s heart.”

Lou Xian frowned: “His consciousness is now parasitic on you. Although it cannot be separated, it can be invaded in reverse by going to a deeper illusion.”

“However, that is completely his domain. Once he enters, even I can’t interfere. If you are killed by him there, you will never wake up again.”

“I know you want to talk to him, but isn’t it too risky…”

“Opportunities always come with risks. It’s not an option to waste them like this.”

Jiang Lingyi paused and continued.

“I also want to bring another person in…”

…

Consciousness sinks into the deep sea.

Jiang Lingyi felt like he was falling continuously. Finally, a boundless wilderness suddenly opened up before his eyes.

The sky is pale without the sun, the earth is cracked, and strong winds stir up yellow sand and dust. As far as the eye can see, there is only endless desolation.

He had seen this scene, a place where people determined to sacrifice themselves prayed to the Serpent of Shura.

There is a small figure in the wilderness.

The child was about ten years old, with ragged clothes and a sallow complexion. He was walking alone on the dry ground with bare feet.

He walked very slowly, falling down from time to time, his knees bleeding, and he gritted his teeth and got up again.His eyes kept looking to the end of the wilderness, where there was nothing but deeper desolation.

“Grandpa…why don’t you want me anymore? Why did you leave me to him…I’m so scared…he’s so big and scary…I never know what he’s thinking…even you think I’m a burden and don’t want me anymore…”

Looking at him, Jiang Lingyi couldn’t help but think of the countless times she had walked alone on that sycamore driveway.

Although the scenery on both sides is completely opposite, neither the dry and hot earth nor the lush trees will answer their calls.

No family, no companions, no destination.

It is neither a smooth road nor a dead end, it can only be said to be a living and empty road.

A gust of wind and sand blew by, and Jiang Lingyi squinted his eyes. When he opened them again, the scene in front of him had turned into a dilapidated thatched house.

The child seemed to have grown up, but was still very thin.He was huddled on the cold straw mat and shivering, his breathing was rapid, his cheeks were red, and he obviously had a high fever.

The wind and rain were raging outside, almost threatening to blow away the drafty house at any time.The candle shadow in the room trembled and swayed violently. He looked at the faint light, thinking that when it went out, his life would come to an end.

In the groggy state, a silver-green shadow slid into the room silently, and the cold snake body gently hugged the child’s hot body without any words.Luo Su unconsciously hugged the cool scales, like a drowning man grabbing the only driftwood, and gradually stabilized his breathing.

At dawn, the shadow disappeared, and there was a bowl of water and a few rare spiritual herbs beside the bed.

In the early morning valley, the child grew into a teenager, practicing the most basic spells over and over again, but always failed.

Suddenly, a trajectory passed by him. He followed the trajectory to reconstruct the technique and mastered the trick for the first time.

In the evening in the town, the boy grew up into a young man, only to realize that the Snake of Shura was despised by the world.

He got into a quarrel with others and was eventually beaten to a bruised face and driven out of the town.

Jiang Lingyi looked at these fragments of memories with complicated emotions in her heart.

He could feel the throbbing in Luo Su’s heart, which was a feeling mixed with awe, dependence, and vague admiration like a young bird.

What Lou Xian gives is indeed not warmth in the human sense. His distant presence is, for a lonely child in the wilderness, willing to drink poison to quench his thirst.

On a night of thunder and lightning, Luo Su was caught in an evil cultivator’s lair for several months and suffered inhuman experiments and torture every day.

In despair, the crowd suddenly fell into chaos. He saw the giant snake that could not be accommodated in his sight open its abyss-like mouth, feasting, swallowing everyone and even this space into its belly.

The blood and severed limbs dripping from between the fangs seemed to turn into blood rain falling from the sky, drenching him all over. The fear and wails of people before their death echoed dullly in his abdominal cavity.

——This is the Shura snake that devours everything.

The amber vertical pupils slowly looked down and saw Luo Su, who was standing there blankly.

Luo Su wanted to say something, but found that his throat was tight and he couldn’t help but move back a certain distance.

He noticed the small movement and continued to stare at him motionless, his eyes showing no emotion or attempt to understand the intention of his move.

In his view, deliberately controlling the scope of devouring without affecting Luo Su was already a sign of credibility.

From that day on, Luo Su understood a cruel fact: the “master” he admired, relied on, and even secretly longed to be close to was essentially a completely different existence from him.

Lou Xian does not have and will not have human fear, pity, and complex emotions about the loss of life.

If it can never be reached, if it is always separated by an incomprehensible barrier, then…

It’s better not to let him have that illusion of gentleness in the first place.

“Luo Su…”

Jiang Lingyi murmured.

This feeling was all too familiar to him.

The most hateful thing about the ruthless Lou Xian is that he is easily misunderstood.

In college, Lou Xian clearly didn’t understand what love was, but he agreed to date Jiang Lingyi, giving him futile hope.

Human beings will regard his indifference and indifference as otherworldly tolerance.

Perhaps, there is only a thin line between the two.

Luo Su seemed to hear his call and turned around suddenly,

“Who told you to watch this?! Get out!” he screamed.

The surrounding scene instantly faded back into the dark wilderness, and the black storm rushed towards Jiang Lingyi fiercely!

…Even the smell in this storm was familiar to him. It was the malice from his own race that Luo Su had constantly experienced.

But Jiang Lingyi did not retreat, but rushed forward into the storm.

He opened his arms, and under Luo Su’s astonished eyes, he hugged the trembling body that was exuding hostility.

Just holding hands or patting shoulders is not enough to express his mood at the moment.

“…I understand.” Jiang Lingyi closed his eyes, “The kind of road that never ends no matter how hard you walk, the kind of place where no matter how much you call, there is no response…I am the same as you.”

Luo Su froze, then struggled fiercely: “What do you know?! You, you, a latecomer who is held in the palm of Lou Xian’s hands! Why do you say you understand?!”

“Uh-”

Just as he struggled and screamed, it seemed that because of this deep contact with consciousness, Jiang Lingyi’s memories about the Jiang family flowed out uncontrollably and poured into Luo Su’s consciousness. His movements suddenly stopped.

He saw Lu Bing’s expressionless profile, the spotless guest room, the servants’ whispering eyes, Jiang Xinyue who wanted to snatch everything from him, Jiang Jiujie who was even less human than Lou Xian, and his mother Jiang Xin’s crumpled suicide note dripping with water.

Luo Su’s eyes suddenly widened.

“You…you…” he said in disbelief, “Why can you still…smile at him like that?!”

“Because I have transcended the past, because I have decided… to love the inhuman side of him as well.”

“Isn’t this like…”

“I also fell in love with the death that followed him.”

Perhaps this is the highest state of Aiwujiwu.

“Don’t talk like you are great!” Luo Su’s voice became sharp again, but there was a hint of wavering and pain in the madness, “You are just lucky! If I lived in your world -”

“There is no if.” An old, hoarse voice filled with endless sorrow suddenly broke in.