Chapter 294 Yàn Shēng (1)

The moonlight in the small village does not seem to drive away the summer heat, and the sticky and stagnant air comes from all directions, attaching to people's hearts.
The bamboo basket for catching loach is tipped to one side, with the bamboo basket being deep, and the reptiles in it twist their bodies vigorously, splashing mud everywhere, like a drowning person struggling to escape from a whirlpool.
A young girl who was being bullied saves a boy in trouble.
The culprit is a middle-aged man who is known to be honest and hardworking in the village. No one believes that he could do such a thing. The man stubbornly insists, "I didn't force her, she seduced me first! I didn't do anything!"
The girl who still had a touch of innocence had never encountered such a shameless person before. She tried to defend herself, but soon found herself unable to utter another word, silently shedding tears.
The suspicious gaze of the villagers fell upon the victim, turning their initial righteous anger into whispers and pointing fingers. She couldn't prove the wrongdoings of the other person, nor could she prove her own innocence.
A young boy with a white cloth tied around his face, silently watching the agonized people on the ground. The instigator of it all, with a smug expression on his face, is reveling in the fact that this is how the world works. Rumors and gossip can be lethal weapons that draw blood with every strike.
Suddenly, he remembers his own mother.
Jiang Yiru is the same. Living in the village for so many years, she has been surrounded by rumors and gossip for so long. Over the years, she has been unhappy and mentally ill, to the point where she is finally overwhelmed and possibly perished due to this reason.
Ghost Yan Sheng said: "He forced this girl."
The surroundings instantly fell silent.
The lazy man looked at Ghost Yan Sheng, whose face was bound with white cloth. There was undisguised mockery in his eyes, but he said, "What does he know? He heard it wrong. He is a blind man. How can we believe the nonsense of a blind man?"
月光越发模糊了，一层一层的热浪袭来，像把他关进了一处密不透风的牢笼。
他说：“我看得见。”
女孩子低低的抽泣声停止了，懒汉脸上的笑容僵住，无数村人的目光凝在他身上。
He slowly untied the cloth strip, revealing a pair of beautiful golden eyes. He said, "I'm not blind."
By the side of the paddy field, the pond reflected the shadow of the moon. The originally clear and bright moon, obscured by thick clouds, fell into the dark pond, splattered with mud, stretched, twisted, and blurred into a strange silhouette.
Fear came from all directions.
A trembling voice rang out with deep disgust and hatred: "Monster... he's a monster!"
"Whoosh—" a sound, as if a floodgate had been opened, and a torrential current came crashing down towards him. The confident farmer, the respected village chief, and the caring neighbors who used to show love and friendship, all looked at him with a hateful gaze in an instant, as if he were some unforgivable villain. He heard countless malicious curses and insults, flying closer and closer to him, piercing his heart.
"He is a monster! Look at his eyes - "
"I told you something was off. That man is just not right! He has a wicked and monstrous look about him, you can tell just by looking at him!"
"Why does he have to hide in our village and pretend to be blind?"
"What else could it be for, of course it's to harm people! A few years ago, our village suffered from drought and had a poor harvest. It could be him causing it!"
"Kill him!"
"Kill him!"
"Kill him!"
There is no longer any intimacy and care in their neighbors' eyes. They hold up bright torches, wielding butcher knives and steel forks, approaching him aggressively as if they want to crush him into pulp and trample him in every possible way until he is completely destroyed, shattered into ashes.
The young boy stood perplexed in his place, his beautiful golden eyes reflecting the flickering torches, desolate yet beautiful.
Until a pair of hands grabbed him, someone pulled him forward, their voice filled with panic and a sobbing tone: "Run, quickly—"
The girl he saved pulled him out from the hands of the crazed villagers.
A torch drew a trail of pursuit in the darkness, burning like the wind.
Xing remained silent.
"These people are insane," came the cold voice of Gu Baiying beside Zanxing. He looked at the two individuals being chased by the villagers, his gaze icy. "A bunch of lunatics."
Zhan Xing calmly said: "Because he is a demon."
In the eyes of mortals, being a demon is a sin, even if one hasn't done anything wrong, even if Gui Yan Sheng has been trying to be a good person in the secular sense all these years, once his identity is exposed, the past kindness is erased. Former friends and neighbors who used to chat and care, instantly become evil spirits coming to take his life. What kind of person you are is far more important than what you have done.
Gu Baiying was taken aback.
He looked at the person beside him. The night was blurry, but the eyes, as dark as a black star, were very bright. It seemed like something had occurred to him, and there was a faint hint of sarcasm at the corner of his lips. Her long hair covered her shoulders, like flowing clouds, and in her lowered eyelashes, there surged emotions that he couldn't see.
He felt an inexplicable irritability, paused for a moment, and then spoke softly, "Were you like this when you were in the Wansha Formation?"
He couldn't remember anything related to Zan Xing, but he could easily inquire about what she had experienced in the Wansha Formation. Originally, he only felt that a demon like her who could escape from the Wansha Formation must have a profound cultivation base. But now, he caught a glimpse of traces of the past from this golden-eyed young man.
Yang Zhanxing does not look like a brutal and fierce villain. She is gentle and rational. Like Guiyansheng, she had not done anything bad before. However, in the past, on the Gu Feng Mountain, she was forced into the Wansha Formation in front of disciples from various sects... Gu Baiying's heart jumped fiercely, as if a shadow emerged from his chest and covered his heart.
"No," Zhanxing interrupted his thoughts. The woman smiled and her voice became cheerful again. "I am much luckier than him. My friends all believe in me, and there is Mimi too—"<\li>
Ghost Yansheng is not so lucky. It seems that the God deliberately added all the difficulties and hardships in the world to him.
The girl who was saved by him pulled him out of the village and ran into the mountains. The mountains were dense and wild beasts roamed at night, so the neighbors dared not chase them any further. The two of them dare not relax and kept walking. The next day, when the sun rose, they walked out of the mountains.
The village was left far behind, like a ridiculous and silent past. The girl tore off her skirt to clean it, tied it around his eyes, and whispered, "Your eyes, if seen by others, will surely arouse suspicion. It's better to cover them up."
He obediently let the other person put it on for him.
"Thank you for saving me last night," the girl tied up the cloth band and loosened her grip, looking at him cautiously as she spoke, "You don't know my name yet, do you?"
"My name is Xiaochun," she said.