Chapter 155: About Evil

Chapter 155: About Evil

Ling Qingjue stood frozen in place. Liking him—was this Meng Shu's evil intention?

He remembered himself looking cold and indifferent, with a stern expression. "Don't follow me. Pay back your debt and get lost."

Meng Shu rubbed his nose but still followed behind him, shamelessly spouting sweet talk: "You're so good-looking. You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen."

"You don't have a shred of sincerity."

"I do! I'm totally serious about you!"

"..."

"What do you like? I'll go find it for you."

"I don't like you, anyway."

"It's okay if you don't like me. As long as I like you, that's enough."

"You're so annoying."

"..."

This memory was very short. To put it simply, it was Meng Shu clinging to Ling Qingjue relentlessly while Ling Qingjue treated him like air.

This must have been the memory from before Meng Shu had chased after him.

But why was this memory considered evil?

It represented the moment of Meng Shu's greatest malice.

The memory ended abruptly. Ling Qingjue stood dumbfounded, clutching the soul fragment in his hand, unable to speak for a long time.

Lake asked, "What did you see?"

Ling Qingjue's fingertips were cold, and he unconsciously tightened his grip on the soul fragment, his voice trembling. "In his memories… there's only me."

Lake's eyelids twitched.

"He bears malice toward me."

Ling Qingjue's hand shook, and the soul fragment nearly slipped away.

Fortunately, the Law acted in time and intercepted the fragment.

Ling Qingjue belatedly sealed away this fragment representing "evil," his temples throbbed with pain. "Why… Didn't he say he liked me? Why is he full of malice toward me?"

Lake guiltily lowered his eyes. He had already heard Meng Shu confess countless times.

At first, Meng Shu was simply flirting with Ling Qingjue. A man on the verge of death acts wickedly.

He thought, since he was about to die anyway, even if he stirred up trouble, he could just walk away without taking responsibility. He never planned to commit.

He thought Ling Qingjue had a bad temper, so he approached him with malice, even harboring the malicious thought, "Once I've tamed you, I'll immediately abandon you."

Meng Shu had been a good person his whole life, but before his death, his suppressed malice burst forth, all directed at Ling Qingjue.

He had hidden this truth well. Ling Qingjue had doubted his sincerity but ultimately fell for the trap, becoming completely infatuated and submissive to him.

But now, Ling Qingjue had glimpsed his "evil."

The truth was exposed in all its bloody reality.

"Why?" Ling Qingjue's pupils trembled. He asked over and over, "Why? Doesn't he like me? I…"

How could it be full of malice?

How can love and evil coexist?

Ling Qingjue's breathing grew more rapid. His eyes turned red, and he almost ground his teeth to pieces. "He never liked me, did he? That's why in 'joy,' there's no me. But in 'evil,' only I appear."

"No!"

Lake was afraid he would go mad and destroy Meng Shu's soul, so he quickly made an excuse: "It must be a misunderstanding! It definitely is! He really likes you. If he didn't like you, why would he deliberately erase your memories? He can't even bear to make you sad, so how could he be full of malice toward you?"

"You're lying!" Ling Qingjue couldn't listen at all. His chest heaved violently. "Evil! Only I appear in his evil! This is his soul—how can a soul lie!"

"He himself thinks this is the worst thing he's ever done. He simply had no sincerity toward me! And me, I was fooled into waiting for him for four hundred and eighty days, and I even became the Demon King for him!"

The moment he realized he had been deceived, Ling Qingjue's emotions completely fell apart.

He was determined to bring his lover back, even if it meant being locked in the Demon King's Tower, and he walked into the Coronation Hall without hesitation.

For an entire four hundred and eighty rainy days, Ling Qingjue had waited for Meng Shu to return.

"He never liked me…" Ling Qingjue's throat tightened, his eyes dry and stinging. He felt like a laughingstock. "I only exist in his evil. He tricked me…"

"It's not like that!" Lake was sweating profusely.

"He really didn't like you that much at first, but later, he risked his life for you! Back when the Law forced you to become the Demon King, he died more than a hundred times for you! You just don't remember any of it!"

"How do you know that wasn't an act too!" Ling Qingjue's jaw was taut, his tone icy. "He never had sincerity from the beginning. He was full of malice toward me. How do you know everything he said later was real?"

"I…"

"Do you have proof that he was sincere to me? I don't even know you. Why should I believe your words? You're so close with him—could it be that the two of you have some illicit relationship?"

It must be said that Ling Qingjue was sharp-tongued. Once he became suspicious, he would never cut anyone any slack.

The weather turned even gloomier, and his face looked as dark as a storm cloud. "You claim he likes me? Got proof? His soul tells a different story."

He kept pressing. "I don't appear in his 'joy,' but I appear in his 'evil.' Is this how someone acts when they like someone?"

Lake didn't know how to argue that point. After all, Meng Shu had never done anything truly bad in his life. The one bad thing he did before dying was teasing that cat (Ling Qingjue), which became the worst thing he'd ever done in his life.

If only Meng Shu had been a little more vicious or done something shady, he wouldn't have let Ling Qingjue uncover the truth.

"Does he think that just because he's dead, I can't touch him?"

Ling Qingjue gave a twisted smile, his eyes practically shooting flames. He laughed in anger. "Well played, Meng Shu. So even I am someone you can toy with?"

"It's not like that…" Lake felt helpless. He wanted to find proof that Meng Shu loved him, but he realized he barely knew Meng Shu at all.

Meng Shu was never one to talk about his hardships or complain about life's difficulties. He always had a smile on his face, and nobody ever knew what was going on in his head.

By now, Lake realized he didn't understand Meng Shu either.

"I can scatter all his soul fragments so that he can't even reincarnate!" Ling Qingjue grabbed a wisp of soul with his bare hands, veins bulging on his forehead.

"And I'm part of his evil! I waited for him for so long, and this is how he sees me!"

The thought of how foolishly he had waited all those days for Meng Shu, while the man had no sincerity toward him, made Ling Qingjue want to slap himself hard.

For a liar, he had become the Demon King, defied the laws, crossed time and space to save him, and nearly died from the backlash.

Before his power had even recovered, he hurried to resurrect Meng Shu.

Reality hit him like a hammer.

Ling Qingjue's expression was more anguished than tears. He tried to pretend he didn't care, but choked up the moment he spoke: "He lied to me… he never really liked me…"

"That's why he abandoned me for so many days, never once considering how hard it would be for me to find him…"

"He even hid his death from me. What do I even mean to him?"

His emotions fluctuated violently, and the Law sensed danger—it couldn't let this madman go crazy and destroy the world.

It quickly placed a hand on Ling Qingjue's shoulder. "Don't panic. This man deceived you—his crime is unforgivable. But that was just a vague memory with unclear meaning. He still has two soul fragments: love and desire. They might be connected to you. See them first before making your decision."

Love and desire.

Ling Qingjue's facial muscles twitched slightly. He stared at Meng Shu intensely, as if trying to bore a hole through him.