False evidence

Chapter 502 Resurrection?

"What did you say?" Lu Xin stared at me blankly. "I don't understand what you mean."

I was actually a little stunned. After hesitating for a moment, I pushed him away and said, "Haven't you noticed that you're different now than before?"

Lu Xin shook his head blankly.

I took a step back up the steps to create some distance between us and said, "Now try to do something you couldn't do before."

Before he could ask a question, I added, "It proves that you can exist independently." At the same time, I put both hands behind my back.

Lu Xin's eyes widened suddenly. He looked around, then turned around and slapped the wall. The slap didn't seem to have much force, producing only a soft thud. Lu Xin's expression froze, then he revealed a look of undisguised joy: "Damn, how could this be?"

Seeing him withdraw his hand, I said, "You..." I only managed to utter one word before I froze.

The wall he hit didn't seem to change much to me, but as soon as I spoke, the wall seemed to be vibrating from the sound waves, and it quickly cracked, with a palm-sized piece falling off.

I gasped, realizing what had happened. The wall was only coated with a layer of blood red, yet his seemingly effortless palm strike had cracked the solid bricks from the inside. Lü Xin was truly skilled; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to kill so many people on the train with a mere flick of his wrist. Even so, witnessing his abilities firsthand still left me utterly astonished.

Lu Xin's mind raced quickly, and he excitedly asked, "Are you serious? I...you...you can bring me back to life?"

I lifted Fang Ling up a little, and spread my hands out to Lü Xin without saying a word, but we both understood the meaning of the gesture.

Lu Xin's soul is long gone; he's just a consciousness that's not even a remnant soul. If he wants to do anything substantial, he can only do so by using my body.

However, there is now a certain distance between us. He appears alone and manages to slap a wall so hard it leaves a dent! Alone! He slapped it himself, not me!

Lu Xin's lips trembled with excitement: "You said I can still live, is that true?"

"It's been preliminarily confirmed, hasn't it?" I suppressed the chaos in my mind, feigned composure, and added with emphasis, "It's me who can bring you back to life."

"How could this be? How do you have such an ability?" Lu Xin asked incredulously, while looking down at himself and constantly moving his hands and feet.

I thought for a moment, and was about to speak when suddenly, his eyes darted around, and he quickly slipped past me, running out of the passage without looking back.

I immediately realized that this guy had "physical" form and he wanted to run away!
I suddenly had a strange feeling, which directly led me to not take any action. I just watched him leap out of the dark passage in a few steps, and then jump out of the coffin.

Just as his feet left the ground, the coffin lid, which had been hanging from the ceiling, suddenly fell down. Relying on his superhuman agility, Lü Xin curled up like a cat in mid-air and finally jumped out before the coffin lid closed.

The coffin lid closed, making the passage even darker.

"Heh, run, keep running, I won't stop you." I put the cigarette in my mouth and took a shallow puff. Before the cigarette, which had suddenly become brighter, had even dimmed, a figure appeared in front of me.

Lu Xin stared at me blankly: "How could this be?" I scoffed: "Why don't you ask me how I would know your biggest secret?"

A flicker of fear crossed Lü Xin's eyes: "Is it Xiangyu?"

I shook my head: "I can't be sure either, but I know that if Chen Zudao hadn't played the role of 'woman' in his particular orientation, he wouldn't be alive now; you would have killed him long ago. If that's the case, he's the kind of person you hate so much that you would desecrate his corpse after killing him. Do I need to explain why?"

"You really know!" Lu Xin's expression changed repeatedly, but his expression was no longer as exaggerated and overtly joyful as before.

“I don’t have the habit of reopening old wounds, especially not fatal ones. But what you just did really…disheartened me.”

Although I suppressed my anger, my tone turned icy. Putting aside the changes in Lü Xin, that bastard—one moment he was saying he still couldn't forget Tong Jiawen and wanted to avenge her, and the next second he was ready to run away. Ha, without any vested interests involved, a smooth talker like him is just spouting nonsense. Who can he truly confide in?

“I was wrong.” Lu Xin admitted his mistake, but there was no shame on his face. “But you can’t blame me. Nobody wants to die, and I am no exception. I was imprisoned in the kiln by those damned weasels for decades without seeing the light of day. I thought I had escaped and gone to heaven, but I couldn’t get away from you or control you at all.”

He gritted his teeth: "No one wants to suffer like this. Do you think I'm stupid enough to think I can really live again? You're wrong. I don't expect to be reborn, but I want freedom. Even if I'm a wandering ghost, I don't want to be controlled by anyone. That's no different from being in prison."

I nodded: "Didn't you already run out just now?"

Lu Xin stared at me: "Yes, but why did I come back again?"

I turned to look at Fang Ling, who was still unconscious on my back, adjusted my tone, and said calmly, "Whether you believe it or not, I still have to say that I am more confused than you right now. I don't know what happened, and I don't know why I know the great secret that you have never told any living or dead person. But I can be sure of one thing now: you can live, or rather, I can make you live."

I didn't want to waste any more time, so I said straight: "You should have let me finish what I had to say. You can 'live,' you can have freedom, but your freedom is limited. There's no point in talking about anything else now, so I'll just tell you clearly: Right now, within nine steps of me, you can be an independent individual. Beyond nine steps... you've already tried it."

"If I take more than nine steps, I will lose my freedom, revert to consciousness, and return to your side?" Lu Xin asked.

I sighed: "That seems to be the case for now."

Lu Xin raised his voice slightly: "Right now? And later?"

"It's hard to say." I lowered my eyes. "Perhaps you'll gradually expand your range of movement, from nine steps to ten, fifty, and eventually..."

I didn't continue. Lü Xin said, "I understand. Putting aside whether I can be reborn, just the fact that I want freedom means I have to revolve around you. I'll be like your servant, serving you all day long, and I can't let anything happen to you. Otherwise, if you kick the bucket or catch a cold, I'll be doomed, right?"

"Don't make it sound like I'm some kind of landlord forcing an innocent girl." I lifted Fang Ling up a bit. "We've known each other for quite a while now. Let's keep things the same as before. Alright, let's not talk about anything else for now. With so many people 'lost,' the most important thing right now is to find them."

As I was speaking, I took a step down the stairs, then lifted another leg, intending to continue down. Suddenly, Lü Xin blocked my way with his arm, his almond-shaped eyes, more beautiful than most women, glancing at me sideways, a wicked smile slowly curving one corner of his mouth...

(End of this chapter)