Legacies

Chapter Thirty: Catching up

—Still an hour ago

Zizhen was in shock. His wobbling feet betrayed him as he fell down, on his knees. He had to lay his body weight on the edge of the bed for the support.

He couldn't cry not react. His stoic face was what made Jingyi more scared than worried.

Jingyi had to kneel down beside Zizhen. He placed a hand on his shoulder for support but received no reaction from the latter.

Jin Ling looked at Sizhui who didn't look any different from his own reaction. Both were dumbfounded by Ouyang Zixiong's reality. They knew that the old man was cruel but they didn't know know what extents. Knowing this now made them feel only hatred and nothing else.

“How did Ouyang Zixiong die? The disciples found his corpse next to Zizhen,” Jin Ling asked.

“Well, I still don't know the answer of that question. Zhao Pei did do all those intrusive things but he never killed Ouyang Zixiong. I admit that he was planning to but failed at doing so,” Wang Faxu replied.

Sizhui sighed. The riddles never seemed to end. “Let's look at this positively. There could be a possibility that the person who killed Ouyang Zixiong was against his ways. Either way, it is good for us,” He said.

Zizhen stared at him. “Evil or not, that was my father,” He retorted.

Sizhui stared back. “Ah yes. Let's all close our eyes and take a moment of silence for him. We'll give you time to mourn once we return back,” He replied.

Jingyi suddenly felt a bulb light up in his brain. “When we return back, wouldn't Ouyang Zixiong be still alive? What will we be returning to?“ He asked.

He looked at Wang Faxu.
Sizhui and Zizhen also looked at Wang Faxu.
Jin Ling turned towards Wang Faxu.

Faxu blinked.
He looked at Xiumin.

“Er…I don't know? I only told you all what Xiumin had figured out. Once he comes back to his consciousness, you all can ask him, I guess,” He said.

Zizhen frowned. “Lady Wen Qing said that he might take days. I don't want to spend much time on him!“ He complained.

Jin Ling sighed in annoyance. “Then what do you suggest we must do?“ He asked.

Zizhen tied his sleeves round on his wrists. “I say we should beat him up to consciousness,” He said.

Wang Faxu gasped. He quickly covered Xiumin by standing in front of Zizhen.

“Don't be like that!“ He yelled, his arms stretched out in defensive mode.

Zizhen sighed. Silently he mumbled, “Still worth a try.“

Sizhui sighed as well, but in despair. He would have preferred it when there was peace in his life—Only Jin Ling and Jin Ling only.

*

Jin Ling stood in front of Sizhui, arms crossed. Sizhui gulped nervously. He should have known that this interaction would also come with Jin Ling's memories.

“Firstly, you acted quite a ladyboy when I didn't remember you,” Jin Ling pointed out.

Sizhui mentally killed himself. “Well… you see, I was kind of intrigued… by your reactions so—”

“So you thought, 'Hey, why not make Jin Ling more confused?' isn't it?“ Jin Ling said.

Sizhui harshly shook his head in disapproval. “No! I didn't think like that! You just seemed cute when you were flustered by me!“ He retorted.