Our Burial Ground

When she was in the same space as Yu Xing, the Lingren always had a good temper and never talked back when she was mocked.

The door connecting the room and the corridor closed slowly, indicating that the two had just entered.

Yu Xing didn't want to argue, as that would make him seem childish, and besides, he didn't have any goals he needed to achieve through words right now.

"Sit down?" He raised an eyebrow, inviting the Lingren to sit down with a half-smile.

Come to think of it, it's been a long time since we last met face-to-face.

The Lingren never showed up at the base, so they didn't really see them.

In Yu Xing's memory, "the last time" should be a live broadcast of the Death Parallel Line. At that time, although the Lingren was only a slice of power, his mind was intact.

Afterwards, there was the game played by Han Yan, and the rumors heard from others. The eight deaths on the Dead Silent Island consumed time and further distanced him from the Lingren.

This time, they were in the same instance, but the other party didn't immediately go crazy. Instead, they waited until now to meet. Yu Xing had already prepared herself mentally.

Therefore, one should remain emotionally stable, but also vigilant.

The Lingren readily sat down opposite Yu Xing, his smile faint, and his high ponytail gave him a dashing air that Yu Xing had never seen before.

He reached out to pour tea, pushing the teacup towards Yu Xing, his brows and eyes gently relaxing. "Young Master, how have you been?"

"The old folks really do like this tea." Yu Xing didn't take it, staring at the tea for two seconds.

Yi Qing clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction while sitting on the chaise longue.

"Brother Jiu, please have a seat." Yu Xing pulled out a chair for Zhao Yijiu casually handed him a cup of tea. "Have some water to soothe your throat. I heard this is called Longevity Tea; maybe drinking it will grant you immortality."

Zhao Yijiu: "..."

He hadn't forgotten that the tea was poured by the Lingren; he took a sip with a blank expression and found that it tasted terrible.

So he quickly finished his drink, then poured himself another glass, which tasted much better.

"What happened on your way here?" Yu Xing ignored the presence of the Lingren and first sought out Zhao Yijiu to find out what had happened.

They entered the corridor about an hour earlier, yet they arrived much later than expected.

Zhao Yijiu said in a low voice, "Just now in the corridor, I saw a lot of dead people, all of whom I killed."

"I didn't erase their memories, but the moment I saw those corpses, I knew they all died by my hand. I'm all too familiar with the wounds inflicted by Stop Killing."

"It's all fake, just a test of mental fortitude," Yu Xing pondered. "Did you look at the murals?"

"Murals?" Zhao Yijiu was stunned. "No. I don't understand them. The murals are just a blurry lake, and the wind chimes overhead are ringing on their own. I can't even touch them. Apart from the corpses, everything else is very boring."

Yu Xing nodded to indicate that he understood.

The trials were different, and what we saw was indeed different. However, the murals shouldn't have changed. Was Zhao Yijiu unable to see them because he didn't have the power of the curse within him?

That Lingren should be able to...

What's with the wind chimes? He thought they were just decorations in the corridor, perhaps connected to the power of life and death. Turns out, only he can touch them?

"And then?" Yu Xing asked.

"I had some self-doubt, but I quickly resolved it. I could have moved forward immediately, but the Lingren..." Zhao Yijiu frowned, looking disgusted, "Those corpses came to life under his control and chased after us to kill."

"You've misunderstood," the Lingren interrupted Zhao Yijiu's description, speaking slowly and deliberately, "If I were in control, why would I be hunted down as well?"

"The corridor can disguise the signs of your murder, and it can also disguise the signs of my manipulation. It simply used my abilities to make those corpses make us move backward."

"Zhao Yijiu, you haven't spoken to me the entire way, but the moment you see A Xing, you slander me..." The Lingren smiled, "That's not good."

Zhao Yijiu frowned even more deeply. "I'd rather slander you."

Lingren: "... I see."

He observed Yu Xing's expression and blatantly provoked her. "Look, kids are so naive. Not only are they prejudiced, but they also don't apologize when they're exposed. I'm talking to you about something very serious—like those corpses, deliberately trying to make us back off."

Yu Xing didn't take this kindergarten-like behavior to heart at all, and he wasn't surprised at all by the Lingren's mention of "stepping back."

The corridor leads to death behind and life ahead. The corridor uses corpses and murals to deceive him. Zhao Yijiu and the Lingren are two people. The methods used to deal with one person do not work, so they use two methods at the same time, not only to interfere with them mentally, but also to force them back step by step through battle.

The further you retreat, the closer you get to "death".

Given the real interference, and the fact that it was done using the Lingren's abilities, it's understandable that they were held up.

It's probably not just that.

Yiqing said that it was because both of them had something they couldn't let go of that made them so slow.

But neither of them said anything.

Yu Xing didn't pry. He looked at Yi Qing, who was watching the show from the sidelines, and reminded her, "Now that everyone's here, can we move on to the next stage?"

Yi Qing floated up casually, waving her fan. "I noticed you didn't know anything when you arrived. Aren't you going to take this opportunity to ask the Lingren what he wanted you for?"

"Oh, right!" Zhao Yijiu exclaimed, and Tong Kong shrank back, "He said there's something here that could kill you."

"Not here, but somewhere far more terrifying that this place connects to." The Lingren's gaze sharpened slightly. "The Yin Yang City."

"Does Yin Yang City have anything that can kill me?" Yu Xing narrowed his eyes, realizing the answer in an instant. He couldn't help but laugh, his tone laced with sarcasm. "My dear Lingren teacher, what can kill me can also kill you, right?"

The Lingren didn't deny it; on the contrary, he seemed quite pleased with Yu Xing's wording. "Well, that's something that can kill 'us'."

Yu Xing was slightly annoyed by the Lingren's deliberate emphasis on "we," and continued coldly, "Let me think about why you used Zhao Yijiu to drag me here. It's because there's something in this world that can prevent our resurrection, and that's in Yin Yang City. Originally, Yin Yang City was a place we couldn't reach, but now, due to the system, Yin Yang City is about to open."

"You want to destroy me, and you also have self-destructive tendencies. Anyway, you've had this idea for a long time—either kill me, or die by my hand, right?"

"It's the same this time. You don't want to make decisions yourself; you just want me to take the initiative, so you can enjoy it whether you succeed or fail. Lingren, you're still so arrogant, thinking of yourself as the boss, while I'm just a player challenging you?"

Yu Xing looked at the Lingren's slightly widened eyes and sneered, "Don't be surprised by my understanding of you. Although we haven't seen each other for so many years, there are some things I can understand after thinking about them carefully."

"I am indeed surprised, but also pleased." The Lingren licked his lips, as if suppressing a dryness in his throat. He suddenly turned to look at Zhao Yijiu, "Do you know why Yu Xing understands me so well?"

Zhao Yijiu's expression shifted, a sense of foreboding creeping over her: "I don't want to know—"

"Because he, like me, has self-destructive tendencies." The Lingren suddenly burst into laughter, "Hahaha... You think you cured him? You completely pulled him out of the hell I created for him? No... Once he's done what he wants, he'll definitely commit suicide."

No one can change anyone else.

The Lingren's voice was gentle, but her words chilled the heart. "That's right, Zhao Yijiu. No one can change anyone else. The final outcome was already predetermined. Yin Yang City is a graveyard."

Yu Xing coldly watched him go mad, pressing down on Zhao Yijiu's agitated head with one hand. "Whose grave is this?"

The Lingren said with certainty and happiness, "Ours, our grave."

Yu Xing let out a breath.

"You've become even more perverted, Lingren."