nucmednet Chapter 308 Misleading
Chapter 308 Misleading
Chapter 308 Misleading
Yan Xun swayed on the swing. "Yes."
"You went to see him again?" Xie Qingdu asked.
"Yes." Yan Xun looked down at the ground. "I had those dreams again."
Xie Qingdu didn't ask him why he went to see that conman. "You asked me what my roommate's name is."
"Is he a relative of my roommate?"
Yan Xun nodded.
"It doesn't seem quite like him," Xie Qingdu said, "but I couldn't see his face clearly either."
He was referring to the charlatan who stopped Yan Xun.
“His beard is fake,” Yan Xun said.
He swung back and forth on the swing, not looking at Xie Qingdu, and instead talked about his dream and the truth that Ning Hengyuan told him.
"...So, your grandmother helped my distant relative change their fate by using me as a scapegoat?" Xie Qingdu summarized the information Yan Xun had given him.
He looked at Yan Xun, "Is there anything else?"
"Yes." Yan Xun still didn't look at Xie Qingdu, but just recounted all the past events of Luoyin Village in one go.
After saying that, he jumped off the swing, looked left and right, as if he was stretching his body, and said, "There are so few people here."
At this moment, Yan Xun had gained a god-like perspective. He could see himself looking around nervously, as if worried that Xie Qingdu would say something he didn't want to hear.
Xie Qingdu remained silent for a long, long time behind him. Yan Xun wanted to see his expression, but from the perspective of the dream, he was behind the two of them and could not see Xie Qingdu's expression—he guessed that this might be because of his past self, who did not turn back at that time.
Why aren't you saying anything?
In the end, Yan Xun, who was not yet 20 years old, couldn't hold back and turned to look at Xie Qingdu first.
"...I just need to digest this a bit," Xie Qingdu said slowly.
You don't believe me, do you?
Yan Xun did not return to the swing. He said to Xie Qingdu, "I also find it hard to believe."
Yan Xun muttered, "I don't want a son as big as you."
Xie Qingdu chuckled, "Maybe he's lying to you."
"What are the benefits?" Yan Xun asked.
"Who knows?" Xie Qingdu said.
"He's so capable, why did he have to put you in this family?" Xie Qingdu said. "He could have easily put you in the Ning family."
"My roommate may not be a good person, but his family is well-off."
Yan Xun was speechless. Finally, he walked to the swing in a huff and plopped down. "So he was lying to me?" He swung on the swing again. "And I was worried for so long."
“Assuming what he said is true,” Xie Qingdu said, “then what is his purpose?”
“I am the child of his mentor, and he, as a relative of my roommate, did not seem to be very friendly to me.”
"To you..."
"It doesn't seem that good?" Xie Qingdu said.
This is also what Yan Xun finds strange. The master orchestrated Xie Qingdu's death—he didn't participate directly, but he was stirring things up all along—not only harming Xie Qingdu, but also taking revenge on his own grandmother.
The former Yan Xun fell into deep thought, swinging the swing incessantly until he finally broke down, grabbing his hair in frustration, "Aaaaaah! This is so hard!"
“But the things in my dream were so clear…” he said to Xie Qingdu. “I had never heard the dialect he spoke before, but I could understand what he meant.”
Next to the swings in the city park was a sandy area where children played. Xie Qingdu got off the swings and gestured for Yan Xun to come to the sandy area with him.
"You said that in that dream, you often dream that someone is cursing you and saying that you are unlucky." Xie Qingdu drew a circle on the sand with a twig.
"Then in your dream there's a child who follows you and says he wants to learn real skills." He then drew another circle in the sand.
“That person’s child, which is me,” Xie Qingdu drew an X, “was killed by the villagers, so that person researched many methods to try to revive the child.”
In the past, Yan Xun squatted down next to Xie Qingdu, watching him draw circles, "Yes."
Player Yan Xun looked at the two of them, and suddenly realized something—
He was misled by Zhou Ji and Ning Hengyuan.
The diary only briefly described "my" dream.
The magic of dreams lies in the fact that they are sometimes from a first-person perspective and sometimes from a third-person perspective. The dreamer may not be that person, but the little beggar who has always been by his side.
Ning Hengyuan kept hinting to Yan Xun that he was the child who followed him around, the one who was meant to learn real skills.
But if the little beggar has already become his apprentice, it's normal for his house to have those strange and unusual things. The villagers avoid looking at him, perhaps just because "I" am a dirty little beggar.
Ning Hengyuan was not lying about one thing.
On the night the villain accidentally fell into the ravine, the little beggar might actually have gone to find him.
More likely, the so-called accidental fall is nonsense—the other party had studied the reincarnation spell for so long that they could have easily set up the magic array at the bottom of the ravine in advance.
He was just waiting for the little beggar to come to him that night. He abandoned his identity as a "big villain" and was resurrected in the little beggar's body.
The real little beggar was imprisoned by his magic, and after Xie Qingdu was dug out, he was reincarnated into the Lou family using a secret method.
Luoyin Village has been in the business of observing the spirits for many years, so they shouldn't be so superstitious about the spirits—although Yan Xun had previously guessed that the other party wanted to bring the dead back to life, which was why the people of Luoyin Village were so wary.
But now that I think about it, how many dead people have the villagers of Luoyin Village seen?
Ning Hengyuan must have come back from the dead, or perhaps he intended to use the "Yin Sha" for some other purpose.
His deliberate writing to his grandmother was just a smokescreen... Judging from the details in those letters, he had been researching unorthodox magic and engaging in harmful activities.
“I think you’re not the person he’s talking about,” Xie Qingdu said, pointing to the circles on the sand. “He’s lying to you.”
"But I've seen Luoyin Village in my dreams." The past Yan Xun looked at the circles on the ground, then turned to Xie Qingdu. "If I'm not him, then who am I?"
"Maybe you're the child from my dream?" Xie Qingdu pointed to another circle. "Didn't you dream about him in your dream too?"
Xie Qingdu put down the branch he was holding. "So what if you are that person?"
He said to Yan Xun, "Why treat things you don't remember as your past life?"
“Even if what he said is true,” Xie Qingdu pointed to the fork, “I still have no connection with that dead me.”
He stood up, pulled Yan Xun up with him, and patted the dust off his knees. "It's getting late, shouldn't you be going home?"
Yan Xun in the past seemed to have sneaked out, and his phone kept vibrating in his pocket as he spoke.
Yan Xun took out his phone, said he would be back in a little while, and then hung up.
“Let’s go, I’ll see you off,” Xie Qingdu said.
Yan Xun followed beside him, "Where are you going?"
"I'm going back to my dorm," Xie Qingdu said.
Yan Xun turned her head to look at him, taking a slight step forward. "You really don't care?"
As he walked, he started walking backwards, looking at Xie Qingdu opposite him, "If it were me, I would definitely be very sad."
Xie Qingdu chuckled, "I don't care that much."
He seemed to see through Yan Xun's implied meaning, "Are you hurt because of what he said?"
The two had left the city park and arrived at the entrance of a 24-hour convenience store. Xie Qingdu stopped and asked, "Want some cold drinks?"
"It's my treat."
Player Yan Xun watched all of this from a god-like perspective. He watched himself and Xie Qingdu walk into the convenience store, sit on the long bench near the window, and eat popsicles.
"I'm not sad." Yan Xun leaned against the table, biting into a light blue popsicle. "I just find it a little hard to accept."
"Is it hard to accept that you and your parents have no blood relation whatsoever?" Xie Qingdu held a lemon-flavored popsicle in his hand.
"...You make it sound so easy," Yan Xun muttered.
“If what he said is true,” Xie Qingdu said, biting into a lemon-flavored popsicle, “I have no relation to my parents.”
“I was originally adopted.”
"I thought I was abandoned, but now I think I might have grown out of the ground." Xie Qingdu said in a light tone, with a hint of finding joy in hardship.
Yan Xun munched on a Ramune-flavored popsicle without saying a word.
Finally, Xie Qingdu reached out and patted his head. "Your parents never mentioned this, and your grandmother didn't show any reaction either."
Why think so much?
“If he were a good person, he wouldn’t be saying all this nonsense to you,” Xie Qingdu said. “Whether he’s a child trying to repay a debt of gratitude or someone who fell into a ravine and died.”
"Since he knows everything."
"Why didn't you just tell me?"
Xie Qingdu asked Yan Xun, "He knows what my distant relatives are doing, but he doesn't tell me."
"He knew what my roommate was doing, but he didn't stop him."
“No matter how you look at it, he doesn’t seem to have anything to do with good people.” He said to Yan Xun, “He told you about my distant relative’s scheme, making you torn between your family and me.”
"Are you up to no good?"
Yan Xun seemed to have been persuaded by Xie Qingdu. He quickly finished the popsicle in his hand, and then his head started to ache from the cold.
Xie Qingdu reached out and covered his forehead, "I told you not to eat so fast."
Yan Xun felt the warmth of Xie Qingdu's hand. "You'd better not reach out."
"I feel your hands are also very cold."
Xie Qingdu put down his hand, holding the popsicle in his mouth, and said, "After you finish eating, I'll take you home."
He finished his lemon-flavored popsicle and threw the trash into the convenience store's trash can.
"So how did you do on the test?" As the two walked out of the convenience store, the welcoming voice rang out again at the door.
"I feel alright," Yan Xun said.
They walked slowly along the convenience store. "A few days ago, my family said they wanted to change my name," he said to Xie Qingdu, "but we haven't decided on a name yet."
“My uncle also went home a few days ago.”
"He showed me some photos of him visiting strange and unusual places."
"You have a younger uncle?"
“My dad’s younger brother.” Yan Xun walked a little faster than Xie Qingdu, and he walked backwards. “He’s like me, not very interested in my grandma’s business.”
"Forget it, I'll just say it directly. Like me, I think it's all just superstition."
"It seems you don't think so now."
Yan Xun didn't say anything, but turned around and walked away with his back to Xie Qingdu.
This area is an old residential area with streetlights that work intermittently. Xie Qingdu stepped forward and walked to Yan Xun's side. "How is your relationship with your uncle?"
"It's alright, isn't it?" Yan Xun said.
"Anyway, our relationship is better than his relationship with my dad."
"Actually, there's something else I haven't said," Yan Xun muttered. "My grandma's health isn't as good as it used to be."
"My parents seem to be worried about something."
"What are you worried about?" Xie Qingdu repeated the question. "What could you possibly be worried about?"
"I don't know," Yan Xun said, stopping in his tracks. "I overheard it."
"To be precise, Shuangshuang told me."
Yan Xun said mysteriously to Xie Qingdu, "They seem to be talking about the strange things that have been happening in the family recently."
"People knock on the door every now and then, but there's nothing on the security camera."
"Grandma hasn't been feeling well lately, and they don't want to bother her."
"I heard that they are planning to invite a master to secretly take a look."
"Ning Hengyuan?" Xie Qingdu asked.
"Probably," Yan Xun said, kicking a pebble on the ground. "They don't know any other masters either."
"Didn't your grandma stop it?"
“I heard that… she seemed to have been harmed by something recently, which damaged her health, and she has been recuperating at home ever since.”
Have you seen the news in the newspapers before?
"What news?" Xie Qingdu asked. "I'm usually busy working and don't have much time to pay attention to these things."
“It was a celebrity who had retired from the entertainment industry,” Yan Xun said. “He was killed by his live-in lover, who then committed suicide in the room.”
"Later, a real estate agent wanted to sell the house, but strange things would happen every time they went in."
"That's why I asked my grandma to handle it."
“But there seemed to be a lot of resentment in that house,” Yan Xun said. “My grandmother’s health has been poor ever since she came back.”
“I used to see news reports saying they had a great relationship, how could something like this happen?”
"I saw online that they later found a master to handle it, and that's how they resolved the resentment in the house."
"That master is Ning Hengyuan."
Yan Xun started walking forward again, "But I always feel something's off."
He asked, puzzled, "Why is it about him again?"
"Could it be that there are no other masters here?"
At this moment, Yan Xun was walking with his back to Xie Qingdu, so he naturally couldn't see Xie Qingdu's expression.
But inexplicably, Yan Xun suddenly had a god-like perspective again. He saw Xie Qingdu's expression behind him, as if the other person was thinking about something.
“It’s quite a coincidence,” Xie Qingdu said.
“That’s what my parents are worried about,” Yan Xun continued. “They suspect that the house has been haunted, that something is coming to visit.”
"We're also planning to move."
Having said that, they had already passed through the residential area and returned to the bustling street.
The night market economy is booming lately, and Yan Xun and Xie Qingdu saw many vendors along the way, weaving through the crowd.
Finally, Xie Qingdu escorted Yan Xun home.
Only then did Yan Xun learn about his original home in his dream.
"I'm leaving," Xie Qingdu said to Yan Xun.
I'll keep an eye on what you mentioned.