Crimson Flowers
The Lingren couldn't quite describe his feelings; he felt utterly lost.
Why doesn't Yu Xing come to him for revenge? Why doesn't she experience deeper despair with him? Just let him go a little longer, just a little longer...
Year after year, he didn't actually go looking for Yu Xing to come back. He had a sense of relief that "if I can't find him now, then it's just the end of it." It wasn't until he revisited the old places near the Yu family home, as if it were a common occurrence, that he saw Yu Xing and Hua Subai outside the newly opened exhibition hall.
I never expected Yu Xing's rationality to recover to this extent.
What Yu Xing never expected was that Hua Subai, who had appeared once and then disappeared, would become a new friend of Yu Xing during his absence.
This was the scene he found most unacceptable.
Watching the two talking in the sunlight, the Lingren stood in the shadows and slowly revealed a sickly smile.
He Hua Subai die in vain; not only was complete death not enough, but he wanted to torture her again and again, to make her suffer even more than if she were in hell!
He told himself that even if he had to kill Yu Xing, who had become friends with the person he hated most, he would have to kill Hua Subai first.
However, Hua Subai's Spiritual Sense was too strong. When he wanted to disappear, even the Lingren couldn't find him. His power was too similar to Hua Subai's.
Having searched in vain, the Lingren chose to create a "person" to search for Hua Subai in his place.
Perhaps because he wasn't tall enough, he created a very tall shell, sealing off the possibility of this "person" gaining emotions, and then filled it with a piece of his own memory.
The flower seeker, who has no name but a goal, was born here.
--The above are all memories of those who sought flowers.
Or rather, the memories were directly given to him by the Lingren.
Rather than being an independent person, it would be more accurate to say that he is a clone who possesses the memories of Lingren but lacks the mindset and emotions of Lingren.
The Flower Seeker knew everything about Hua Subai and Yu Xing, but it meant nothing to him, and he had no particular feelings for Yu Xing.
He has no emotions, so he won't be conflicted; he also has no morals and no fear.
At first, he was most similar to the Lingren, because all his knowledge came from Lingren.
Later, the flower seeker experienced many things in his own life and gradually became different from the Lingren. What remained unchanged was that he always knew what he should do and understood how to be loyal to the Creator.
In the years that followed, he found Hua Subai many times. The Flower Seeker cleverly mastered a shortcut—he would spend more time lurking around Yu Xing. After a few years, Hua Subai would inevitably appear beside Yu Xing, and then he would make his move.
That's why... even Yu Xing felt that Hua Subai was elusive, appearing and disappearing without a trace, often bothering him for a while before vanishing.
Because when Hua Subai is being chased by the Flower Seekers, he can calmly disappear back into the crowd.
At this moment, Xunhua's heart raced, and the cold glint of the scissors almost froze into ice, dripping onto the neatly folded clothes.
"Hey, that's not yours, is it?" The female boss still looked over, squinting her eyes. "Go back to your seat."
The flower seeker paid no heed, gripping the cold handles tightly with both hands, the sharp metal thorns piercing the fabric.
"... So annoying." The female boss stood up cursingly. No one knew how she moved, but she was initially some distance away, and in an instant, she appeared right in front of the man seeking flowers.
Her pale, slender hand gripped the blade of the scissors directly. The womanizer paused in his stab-like motion, finally giving the female boss a glance.
Neither of them spoke as they stared at each other. When the female boss noticed the unwavering resolve in his eyes, her lazy expression finally vanished.
"You want this person dead?"
The flower seeker replied gently, "Yes."
The female boss was silent for two seconds, then turned to look at the courtyard full of rare and exotic treasures, especially the exaggeratedly large tree branches surrounding the table; it was hard to mistake them for ordinary tourists.
She asked, "Personal grudge?"
The flower seeker's tone was exactly the same as before. "Yes."
"Some say villains die from talking too much." He calmly looked at the female boss, a fierce glint in his eyes that seemed completely different from his own. "The more you talk, the less likely you are to achieve your goal."
As soon as she finished speaking, the lines on the scissors suddenly emitted a deep black halo. The female boss's expression changed drastically, and spots of lividity appeared on the skin of her hands as the lines burned her.
She immediately let go, took two steps back, and the flower hunter's scissors took the opportunity to pierce solidly into the pile of clothes.
A flash of cold light streaked across the room, instantly shredding the neatly folded clothes into pieces, the thick, blood-red fabric fluttering and scattering.
Meanwhile, in the private room on the second floor, Hua Subai, who was confronting the system, was torn apart.
The system felt it was upright and had nothing to fear—at least for this moment.
It wasn't the creature that killed anyone; it just seized the opportunity to make a series of harsh remarks after foreseeing that Hua Subai would be killed by the Flower Seeker at this time.
This is such a wonderful thing!
Backyard.
Female boss. "..."
She looked at the flower seeker with apprehension. Things had come to this point; she had tried to stop him, but had failed. So...
They probably won't lay a hand on her again, right?
I never expected there would be someone like this in this tour group. Shouldn't this kind of ability be exclusive to ghosts?
The cold wind suddenly became stronger.
The howling wind swirled up some snowflakes that seemed to have come from nowhere, and her lifeless, childlike eyes involuntarily shrank back.
She witnessed a scene she would never forget in her entire ghostly life.
The blood-red fragments that had already scattered on the ground suddenly began to wriggle.
They began to gather together as if they were alive, and the flower seeker watched this scene with indifference, without stopping them.
Pieces of fabric were piled up together, forming a raised shape in the chaos. Then, a figure appeared out of nowhere and grew in the raised space, quickly growing from the size of an infant into an adult.
The tattered clothes were instantly reassembled into a harmonious red garment, which enveloped the person.
This is the style of Fenglong Uniform, with wide robes and sleeves. The person depicted is expressionless, and his handsome and gentle face is somewhat distorted at this moment. The outer robe shines on him, giving him a bright and divine appearance.
The female boss, Tong Kong, was struck by an earthquake.
The flower seeker finally managed a smile.
This is not meaningless mockery, but proof of victory.
"It really is you." Hua Subai raised his head slightly, looking at the flower seeker who was half a head taller than him, showing no emotion.
He raised his hand, and the wide sleeve slid down his arm, revealing a forearm with twisted patterns just like those on scissors.
The patterns emitted a black aura, forming a chain-like restraint that suppressed the surge of his power.
The Flower Seeker is indeed annoying, after all, he was created by the Lingren with great effort to specifically restrain him, and the suppression of him extends to the level of rules.
"Finally, I dragged you away from Yu Xing." The Flower Seeker said sarcastically, his large scissors clicking. "If you hadn't been clinging to him from the beginning, I wouldn't have needed to risk breaking the rules."