A Debt of Love
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
In Zhou Yang's vision, this world suddenly began to tremble!
A thunderous roar erupted from all directions, exploding in his ears one after another.
He saw cracks meandering and undulating across the heavens and earth, tearing the entire world to shreds in an instant!
Then, Ding Ling's sorrowful cry rang in her ears, "Sir, sir..."
"I'm here, I'm here..." he responded in his heart.
However, Ding Ling was completely unaware of this response.
--This world suddenly abandoned him and cast him far away.
A chaotic torrent swept over his consciousness, constantly drawing it back to his original body.
The "Knife Credit Ledger" quickly turned to its second page, where Ding Ling's personal resume was transformed into words written in blood:
"You disturbed "Xi"."
"Retribution is not retribution; cause and effect are intertwined."
"The debt has been settled; all karmic consequences are now cleared."
The rows of blood-red characters trembled, seemingly about to settle completely on the pages.
At this moment, the last column of blood-red characters suddenly began to wriggle and change:
"The debt has been settled; all karmic consequences are now cleared."
"The debt has been settled; all karmic consequences are now cleared."
"The debt has been settled, the karmic consequences are hard to erase..."
Finally, these eight bloody characters stained the paper, turning that page into a blood-soaked basin!
Beneath the basin of blood, a solemn and icy voice echoed repeatedly, questioning. "Karma arises, cause and effect flourish."
"Is there no regret in creating karma?"
"Is there no regret in creating karma?"
"... No regrets?"
Each question was answered with a firm female voice, "No regrets."
No regrets.
No regrets!
That was the sound of Ding Ling.
"Buzz..."
Zhou Yang was completely enveloped in darkness.
From the darkness, Ding Ling's singing voice rang out:
I rode a white horse, passing through three passes...
I changed into plain clothes and returned to the Central Plains...
"Abandoning Western Liang —no one cares..."
All I want is...
"Wang Baochuan..."
"Sir, you are my Wang Baochuan now..."
Ding Ling left a sigh in Zhou Yang's heart.
Zhou Yang suddenly opened his eyes and was about to call out Ding Ling's name, but the darkness of the room and the smell of incense inside immediately pulled him back to reality.
He returned to Guan Village.
It was still dark outside the window, and the incense sticks burning in the clay stove had only burned a small portion of the rope at the foot of the bed.
Only a little over an hour has passed.
But Zhou Yang felt that he had experienced many of the most unforgettable things in his life in Daliangzi Village.
He stared blankly for a while before hurriedly taking out the "Knife Credit Ledger" to examine it, not even bothering to untie the ropes binding his legs at the foot of the bed.
Turn to the second page of "The Knife Credit Ledger".
The entire page was stained red with blood.
Whose blood is this?
Zhou Yang dared not think too deeply about it, for the thought alone would cause him some heartache.
On the blood-red pages, the two black-lettered titles hanging on the far right instantly caught Zhou Yang's eye:
"A debt of love."
"In the beginning of creation, who was the seed of love?"
Love arises without warning, and deepens with each passing moment.
"You owe a debt of love to the Opera Lady Ding Ling."
"This post serves as proof that cause and effect are intertwined, and karmic retribution is linked. All stories that are related to ' Opera Stage Flat,' ' Opera Lady,' and 'opera' may lead you into a karmic entanglement with Opera Lady."
Ding Ling left you a paper garment.
Sure enough, behind these lines of text was a paper garment about the length of a finger.
As long as Zhou Yang had the will, he could take the garment from the Knife Credit Ledger.
But his mind was a complete blank at the moment, and he had no time to pay attention to the garment.
He couldn't understand it--
At that time, his clear distinction with Ding Ling had silenced the ghostly charm of the opera, and Ding Ling was bound to escape.
Why did she eventually become the "Opera Lady"?
Zhou Yang still remembers that at that time, in that big house near Daliangzi Village, they looked at the Zeng family genealogy together, and on the altar was a memorial tablet for "Ding Jiu Opera Lady".
Is Ding Ling the same person as Ding Jiu?
Or is it that the Opera Lady wasn't originally Ding Jiu, but Ding Ling became the Opera Lady after this incident?
Are the Opera Lady and the Opera Ghost the same person?
"They are not the same one." The second question had barely formed in Zhou Yang's mind when he immediately had the answer, "The Opera Ghost is the transformation of Zeng Guiyun, the last member of the Zeng family. The Opera Lady appeared before it."
Zeng Guiyun longed for was to transform herself into the Opera Lady.
"It is clear that the Opera Lady is more of an identity than a fixed one."
"But this identity is clearly related to ""."
When Zhou Yang was abandoned in Daliangzi Village, the "Knife Credit Ledger) stated that he disturbed a "monster".
This demon must be related to the Opera Lady.
It could even be the Opera Lady herself.
So, what is a xi?
Zhou Yang had read many frivolous books and knew the saying that ghosts who die become spirits.
Based on this, could the xi be a higher level of ghost?
Puppet, Ghost, Demon... is this how the levels are divided?
Is there a hierarchy between ghosts and demons?
Or maybe, the ghost does not refer to a higher level of ghosts, but a general term for a certain type of ghost. Zhou Yang felt that this guess was unlikely, because the "Credit Dao Account" constantly reminded him of the word "blood" at that time, which was enough to show that the ghost was very scary.
If it were the work of a ghost, it wouldn't have caused such a strong reaction in "The Knife Credit Ledger).
These thoughts kept popping into Zhou Yang's mind, leaving him no time to think about anything else.
Even the heavy sadness in my heart seemed to have lessened a little.
But when he saw Ding Ling Ling's resume at the end of the book, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness:
"Karmic Retribution Body: Ding Ling (human body)".
Mindfulness: None.
Identity: None.
Ability: Breathing of the Ghost (Right Mindfulness Lock Level 5).
"Draft of Divine Makeup and Ghost Painting (Gate of Opening Averting God)."
She seemed to already know that Zhou Yang could use his good deeds to Imprinting her personal abilities.
Therefore, he prepared this resume well in advance, and insisted on including the two abilities that Zhou Yang needed most on the resume.
Zhou Yang can use his good deeds to Imprinting these two abilities.
He sighed, his gaze finally falling on the paper garment tucked inside the book.
The garment was not a flamboyant or extravagant theatrical costume, but rather a cross-collared Daoist robe.
Zhou Yang reached out and pinched the paper garment pasted on the page of the book. With a gentle tug, the garment bulged out of the paper and grew in the wind until it reached a size similar to Zhou Yang's height.
He knew perfectly well that it was a garment made of paper.
But the paper garment in front of me doesn't look like it's made of paper at all; it looks exactly like a garment made of ordinary cloth.
Inside the dark blue cloak, there were small characters sewn together with stitches.
May I, Zhou Yu, be protected by gods and spirits.
May my Zhou Lang live a long and peaceful life.
May my Zhou Lang live a long and prosperous life.
After each line of small print, there is an awkward smiley face.
As Zhou Yang looked at the clumsily embroidered smiling face, Ding Ling's face involuntarily surfaced in his mind.
This debt of affection is too light.
But it's too heavy.
He didn't care at all about being dragged into a karmic entanglement with Ding Ling again because of the drama—he couldn't wait to see Ding Ling again right now.
But all of this cannot be done immediately.
Zhou Yang's eyes welled up with tears. He hugged the cloak and sat there listlessly until dawn.
Knowing that it cannot be obtained suddenly, I entrust my lingering thoughts to the mournful wind.