When the familiar sound of someone’s defenses crumbling reached her ears, Yun Ji felt quite pleased.
Ah yes, this was the satisfying taste of Wei Sheng being tongue-tied and defenseless.
Compared to Wei Sheng’s sticky, coquettish whining, the sound of him wanting to chop her up was much more pleasant to her ears.
…Had she truly become mentally ill?
Yun Ji mocked herself internally, while simultaneously soothing Wei Sheng in a tone one would use to comfort a child:
“Alright, alright, don’t be angry.” I didn’t mean to, my hand just slipped for a moment, just slipped for a moment.”
Wei Sheng glared at her furiously.
She met his gaze without a hint of guilt.
After staring at each other for several seconds, she broke into a radiant smile: “I thought I’d never see you again! I’m so happy to see you!”
The feeling of being revived was absolutely fantastic!
Her little companion remained utterly adorable!
Wei Sheng couldn’t stand Yun Ji’s utterly unsubtle way of speaking. His ears grew warm, though his expression remained unmoved, maintaining a stern face as he merely snorted.
When Yun Ji had fallen unconscious, she had no idea how terrified he’d been!
Yet Yun Ji could laugh heartily all by herself, completely unconcerned about anyone else’s distress.
If she weren’t immobilized, she’d probably be rolling around laughing.
Her laughter made it impossible for Wei Sheng to maintain his stern expression.
Lin Shu, who stood closest to her, became flustered by her laughter, looking utterly helpless and unsure what to do – not laughing seemed antisocial, but joining in would only make him bubble and crackle all over.
Seeing Yun Ji so delighted, Wei Sheng finally couldn’t help but chuckle along: “Alright then, you’re not easy to kill. You know what they say – the wicked live for a thousand years!”
Who are you calling wicked!
Yun Ji felt indignant and was about to retort when Lin Shu spoke first:
“The Corpse Poison you contracted is quite peculiar. I’m short on ingredients, so a complete cure isn’t possible. Are you feeling any discomfort now? Any chest tightness, shortness of breath, or difficulty breathing?”
Yun Ji shook her head: “No, just my throat feels a bit uncomfortable…”
As her words trailed off, she suddenly paused.
Wait a minute.
Wait just a minute!
Could she speak?
“I-I can speak?!” she exclaimed, her eyes widening in excitement. “I’m talking right now, aren’t I? Not just making noises?”
Lin Shu looked momentarily confused: “Of course. While my medicine can’t completely neutralize the poison, allowing you to speak normally isn’t difficult.”
Yun Ji cheered aloud!
Being able to speak might not mean much to others, but to her it represented a monumental step forward.
At least this proved that although her transmigrated life had been unlucky, it wasn’t completely hopeless – things could still get better!
Seeing her so overjoyed, Wei Sheng couldn’t resist commenting:
“I thought you’d noticed already.”
She hadn’t stopped talking since waking up.
Wei Sheng had grumbled to himself for a long time before eventually crawling back on his own.
Under normal circumstances he’d never willingly return by himself.
He was the Demon Lord!
He was the noble, proud Demon Lord who’d been raised on gold pearls and agate since childhood!
Since Yun Ji had thrown him out, she should at least comfort him a little, right?
But look at her!
One moment yawning incessantly, the next laughing happily – she didn’t look like she intended to coax him at all!
But there was nothing to be done about it.
Yun Ji had just woken up, her body was still weak, and she happened to regain her ability to speak normally – it was natural for her to be happy.
…He’d forgive her just this once.
If Yun Ji ever threw him out again, he wouldn’t forgive her so easily!
Wei Sheng managed to calm himself down, regained control of his hands, and moved closer to Yun Ji. Relaxing, he gently leaned against Yun Ji’s arm.
Yun Ji wanted to pat his head but lacked the strength. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the hands that had brought him over and asked curiously, “What happened to the little finger on your left hand?”
Wei Sheng replied, “Who knows? Maybe it got blown away by the wind.”
What kind of wind could blow away someone’s finger?
Does that even make sense?
Seeing how frail Wei Sheng looked, Yun Ji’s protective instincts took over. She hurriedly comforted him, “Don’t worry. It’s normal to feel weak when you’re shattered like this. We’ll definitely find your finger, and as soon as we do, I’ll piece it back together for you—perfectly, without a single misalignment!”
Who are you calling weak?!
Wei Sheng scowled, muttering after a long pause, “Fine, do whatever you want. So annoying.”
Yun Ji patted his head.
He closed his eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
It was wonderful—he didn’t have to return to that pitch-black emptiness anymore.
It was wonderful—she was still alive.
…
When Shen Yinshuo woke up, he was in a foul mood.
Anyone would be upset after being knocked unconscious by a shower of shredded flesh.
His rage, twisted by inner demons, was filled with self-destructive impulses and hatred for everything around him.
If he hadn’t been pinned to the rock, he might have already hurt others or himself.
Opening his eyes, even the surrounding darkness irritated him. But as his vision focused and the darkness faded, he soon spotted Yun Ji sitting beside him.
She was still in the same spot where she had collapsed earlier, leaning against the rock, meticulously gathering Wei Sheng’s scattered flesh fragments.
“You’re awake?” he said.
Yun Ji looked up, her eyes curving into smiles. “Yep, and I can talk again! A blessing in disguise! Shuo Shuo, you’re finally awake too. Once I finish collecting these pieces, I’ll help wipe your face!”
Compared to her earlier wails, her voice was now just as energetic and lively.
Shen Yinshuo, however, wasn’t in a good mood and spoke impulsively, “Next time you want to die, find some corner to do it. Don’t come to me, and don’t let me see it.”
Yun Ji widened her eyes. “No, I will come here.”
She refused to die alone in a corner.
If she were selfless, she might have quietly slipped away to some remote spot to avoid troubling others with her death.
But she wasn’t selfless.
Hadn’t she taken care of her companions precisely to avoid being alone in this hopeless darkness?
When she sensed death approaching, she mustered all her strength, carried Wei Sheng, and rushed to Shen Yinshuo—just so the two of them would be with her. She didn’t want to die alone in some forgotten corner.
As for what they thought or whether they were frightened, she didn’t care.
But if they were to die, she would stay with them too.
After all, they were companions!
She declared righteously, “Besides, I don’t want to die at all! This time was unavoidable. How can you find me annoying, Shuo Shuo!”
Seeing Yun Ji’s fierce will to live, Shen Yinshuo averted his gaze, but his mood suddenly brightened immensely.
That furious, self-destructive urge seemed to vanish like smoke in the wind, revealing a clear, serene sky within.
He let out a sigh and was about to ask after Yun Ji when he heard her mutter under her breath, thinking he couldn’t hear:
“So petty, no wonder you got knocked out by shredded flesh.”
Shen Yinshuo: ?
“Wei Sheng!” he raged. “You dog who only knows how to stab people in the back! Can’t spit anything decent out of your mouth and now you’re corrupting Yun Ji too!”
Wei Sheng, who hadn’t spoken a single word throughout: ???
What did this have to do with him!
He looked at Yun Ji.
Yun Ji appeared utterly innocent, blinking her eyes once, then again.
His anger redirected back toward Shen Yinshuo, so intense that his entire head seemed to bounce with rage.
Why hadn’t he just smashed Shen Yinshuo to death? Always bullying people for no reason – look how frightened he’d made Yun Ji, she wasn’t even speaking anymore!
While Wei Sheng and Shen Yinshuo were arguing, Yun Ji observed her surroundings.
That highly capable Tornado Inmate had disappeared somewhere.
Lin Shu was guarding the Human Cauldron.
She approached and asked, “Can this really contain a person’s body?”
The furnace appeared shorter than her legs.
Lin Shu: “Yes, this Human Cauldron counts as a Magical Artifact. The internal capacity isn’t affected by its external appearance.”
So this was a Magical Artifact!
Yun Ji grew more curious: “Then where does the fire inside come from?”
Through the furnace’s cracks, she could see flames dancing within, though she had seen this furnace before without any fire inside.
Lin Shu calmly replied: “The person inside has been cursed. If anyone tries to touch him, he ignites. When I was refining medicine and touched him a couple times, he started burning.”
Yun Ji: ?
“If I remember correctly, Wei Sheng said you wouldn’t harm the person inside?”
Lin Shu: “I’m not harming him. He can’t burn to death anyway.”
Yun Ji: ?
The Tornado Inmate was truly merciful for only sweeping them up into the sky!