Chapter 162 - 162 161 The Little Corpse Demon Who Must Not Be Attacked

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Chapter 162 of "Journey to the End of the Night" begins with suspenseful moments: 162: Chapter 161: The Little Corpse Demon Who Must Not Be Attacked 162: Chapter 161:... Don’t miss it!

162: Chapter 161: The Little Corpse Demon Who Must Not Be Attacked 162: Chapter 161: The Little Corpse Demon Who Must Not Be Attacked Clearly, Wen Hanwei had no intention of fussing over the fact that he had pulled at her clothes, a gesture which could be seen as frivolous. Instead, she looked at him earnestly and asked, “Where do you plan to go next? To the Lihe Sect?” Baili An continued nodding, responding, “Yes, the mountain gate of the Lihe Sect seems to have sustained serious damage, and it seems that Jiujiu’s father has also suffered very severe injuries. Now that I have ended up in the Chaotic Netherworld Valley, she must be very worried. I need to return first to report that I am safe.” Wen Hanwei straightened out her clothes, her expression somewhat complex as she said, “But I hope you will not have too many expectations for the Lihe Sect.” Baili An was startled and found himself at a loss for rebuttal. In this world where the Immortal Path flourishes, all evil creatures and those who follow the Ghost Path have a hard time existing under the sun. The boundaries between good and evil are too well-defined, not something that can easily be understood overnight or through simple grudges and favors. This return of his would inevitably be a significant psychological test. Wen Hanwei’s advice and concerns were not unreasonable. Baili An hummed in agreement and said, “I am aware of this. This visit to the Lihe Sect was purely to ensure her safety. As for everything else, I have never thought too much about it. Senior Sister Wen, you need not worry too much.” I have lived my life without resentment or complaint. While others may hold grudges, I walk without any. Wen Hanwei’s eyes were tranquil as she fixed her gaze on him. Seeing that the look of worry in her eyes had not dissipated, Baili An relaxed his face with a smile and said, “To have it is surely a joy, but to lose it brings no sorrow.” Wen Hanwei let out a breath and also smiled, “Is this what you call having no worldly desires and a clear mind?” Baili An touched his nose and smiled wryly, “I’m not as profound and inscrutable as you describe. Perhaps Senior Sister Wen does not know, but as a corpse demon, I am not afraid of being taken away by the disciples of the Immortal Sects. What truly scares me is this cold shell that seems to be gradually stripping away the feelings and desires I once had as a human. Regarding Jiujiu… what I can confirm is that I care about her, but this care…” He furrowed his brows, lost in thought for a moment, then said, “Seems to have nothing to do with romantic love; I can’t describe what kind of feeling it is.” Wen Hanwei furrowed her brows and said, “If it has nothing to do with love, you just…” Baili An coughed lightly, “That was an accident.” The Afu Tu nestled in his arms, whose cheeks had been deformed from squeezing, moved its ears and yawned. Wen Hanwei rubbed her temples with a slight headache, “I’m not fond of interacting with others, and I don’t understand the intricacies of the love affairs of you young people. However, seeing you are not deeply mired is a good thing. But regarding human emotions, this is indeed very important.” Her expression turned serious as she said, “If one day you are truly driven by the instincts of a corpse demon, I won’t kill you, but whether you are willing or not, I will force you to come back to the bamboo forest and lock you up for a lifetime.” Baili An also felt a bit of a headache, thinking to himself that although he may not understand true love, he still grasped some common sense of the Mortal World. But as for you, Senior Sister Wen, such a lifelong promise should not be made so carelessly. “I don’t think it should come to that step. After all, there are things in this world that I am fond of and cling to. As long as I don’t lose this feeling, I will always be Baili An.” Wen Hanwei asked curiously, “Tell me, what kind of things do you enjoy apart from small animals? It seems you will never lack these strange and unique creatures. If there is anything else that makes you happy, feel free to tell me about it. I can collect some small items for you.” Baili An laughed and said, “That’s not what I meant. What I’m talking about should be a kind of bond, something that one yearns for and cannot help but feel close to after entering the world. For example, Senior Sister Wen, even though I have no memory of you at all, I still very much enjoy being with you. Senior Sister Wen is like the sun in winter, not scorching, but a warm feeling on one’s body amidst the cold season, truly captivating.” Wen Hanwei had never been described as a ‘sun’ with a ‘warm feeling’ before. In the eyes of the other disciples at the mountain gate, she was always seen as aloof and quiet, forever solitary. The junior disciples respected her and were afraid of her, stammering to speak even a single word to her. To her senior brothers and sisters, she was just an unlikable and naive little junior sister. Even when it came to swordsmanship and discussions of the Tao, they would never seek her out. It was not that they disliked her; it was merely that she had erected an aloof barrier herself, so she couldn’t blame others for it. Yet today, someone suddenly told her that she was like a warm sun… She couldn’t express what kind of feeling this invoked in her heart. But when she heard his last sentence, Wen Hanwei felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her head, snapping her back to reality. She furrowed her brows and asked, “You couldn’t possibly like me, could you?” Baili An choked on these overtly blunt words, feeling a twinge of pain in his head, “Senior Sister Wen might have misunderstood something.” Wen Hanwei took a guarded step back, “Earlier you mentioned ‘infatuation’… I’ve read about such stories in the novels from down the mountain. Infatuation seems to be a bit more serious than liking.” “Ah… no, perhaps I wasn’t careful with my words,” Baili An sighed with exhaustion. Wen Hanwei spoke sternly, “You cannot be infatuated with me!” Why does it feel like her reaction is a bit extreme? Baili An naturally wouldn’t think she cared about his status as a corpse demon; it seemed as if some other taboo was driving her. He quickly said, “I understand, Senior Sister Wen, we are best friends.” After hearing his words, Wen Hanwei nodded and let out a breath of relief, “That’s better.” Baili An couldn’t help but give a bitter laugh, “Senior Sister Wen, you really are domineering.” Wen Hanwei also felt a bit helpless, “I’m not being domineering, but our Sect Master hinted to me two hundred years ago, warning me not to lay a hand on you.” Baili An was surprised, “Even the Sect Master of Taixuan Sect knew me?” It seems his past life’s identity was not insignificant. Wen Hanwei gave him a side glance and said, “Don’t worry, you look completely different from two hundred years ago. Our Sect Master definitely won’t recognize you now.” Baili An decided not to delve into such a distant topic any further. She wasn’t willing to tell him about his past life, and further discussion would only continue to pique his curiosity. “Senior Sister Wen, it’s getting late. We should say our farewells.” Wen Hanwei asked, “Don’t you need me to accompany you to the Lihe Sect?” With her presence, even Li Xuan would not dare to trouble him too much. Baili An shook his head and smiled, “It’s better if you don’t.” Wen Hanwei was seriously injured, and he preferred that she return to the sect sooner. There must be plenty of Healing Holy Medicine within the Taixuan Sect, which was far better than her sitting alone in the wilderness, meditating and recovering. At the moment of departure, Wen Hanwei called out to him again. “Si Chen.” “Hmm?” She hesitated for a moment and asked, “Su Jing injured you and threw you into the Chaotic Netherworld Valley, a place of certain death. Will you hate her for that?” Baili An thought for a moment, lowered his head to sniff the rabbit’s fur, and then answered, “No.”

Chapter 162 - 162 161 The Little Corpse Demon Who Must Not Be Attacked

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