From the end of the world

Chapter 314 Zhu Shi and Xiao Wan

The little boy in front of me didn’t even recognize me.

My heart couldn't help but rise. It was normal that Chang'an in elementary school didn't recognize me, but this little boy should correspond to the real Chang'an. For a moment, I couldn't tell whether he was still Chang'an and was just involved in the self-recognition in the dream, or whether he was actually Ying Lingyun in elementary school.

"I am Zhuang Cheng."

I first gave my name, and then asked again: "You are Zhu Changan, right?"

"Zhuang Cheng...who?"

Even after hearing my name, he still acted quite unfamiliar. Fortunately, he nodded and said, "Well, I'm Zhu Changan... Are you grandpa's guest?"

I breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked in a deliberately testing tone: "What do you think?"

"You must be a guest." Little Chang'an said, "Our house is surrounded by a warning barrier. Anyone who enters without permission will soon get lost in the woods. But you walked to the door of the house. Grandpa must have let you in."

While analyzing, the look in his eyes when he looked at me became trusting, but still with a hint of shyness.

Now that I have found Chang'an in the spiritual world, I should help him fight against Yin Yue's spirit. The problem is that he seems to be completely trapped in this dream and thinks of himself as his elementary school self. Maybe I should help him regain his correct self-awareness first.

But what should I do? He doesn't even know who I am. If I tell him his true identity and situation, it will not only be difficult to get his approval, but I'm afraid I will lose his trust. I don't want to use cruel and violent means against my friend. Of course, if I don't do this, I can only say sorry in my heart and then harden my heart to do it.

While I was observing him, he seemed to be observing me secretly, glancing at the door of his villa. Strangely enough, although he had just returned home from school, he had no intention of entering his house. It didn't seem like he was concerned about my presence, but rather that he had some resistance to the act of entering his own house that he couldn't tell anyone else.

I think about it now, I don’t seem to have any idea about Chang’an during this period. Chang’an in primary school knew about demon hunters and the strange world, and received training and education from demon hunters. Perhaps his personality is different from that of Chang’an later. The Chang’an in my memory is a heartless and wealthy young master, but the Chang’an in front of me reveals an introverted and autistic temperament.

Is this what Chang'an looked like during this period?
I realized that I had never really gotten to know Chang'an's past. Although I knew he was a member of a demon hunter family, that he had the blood of dangerous demons in his body, and that he had lost his memory when he was a child... I always tried to get to the bottom of those "amazing parts", but I lacked curiosity about what kind of troubles and daily life he had experienced before I met him.

"Aren't you going in?" I asked.

He shook his head slightly, first glanced at the closed door of his house in silence, then whispered: "Don't...don't go in yet."

"Why?" I was curious.

He was silent.

Seeing this, I changed the question: "I noticed that you were in a bad mood when you came back just now. Did you encounter any unpleasant things?"

"No... no, um... a little bit..."

He seemed not to want to talk to me at first, but perhaps because he had a lot of troubles accumulated in his heart, he couldn't help but confide in me, a "stranger".

"People at school said bad things about me... they said I was a liar," he said.

"Swindler?" I asked.

"I said that there are demons and monsters in this world, and there are people who fight against them, but they don't believe it..." He said blankly, "I can't prove it to them, because I can't find those things... Even I don't know whether those things really exist..."

I felt a little strange when I heard that. I remembered that Zhu Shi had told me privately that when Chang'an's monster bloodline was sealed when he was a child, although his memory was also sealed, he still had some impression of some "common sense", such as the existence of strange things and monster hunters in this world.

The problem is that his monster bloodline was sealed just after he graduated from elementary school, which was puberty when secondary sexual characteristics began to develop. The reason why the monster bloodline ran wild at that time might have been affected by the rapid development of his body.

But Changan in front of me is still in primary school, and he is wearing the uniform of Xianshui City Primary School. I can recognize this. The time sequence is obviously wrong. His memory should not have been sealed yet, but he has a spiritual perspective that will only appear in the future.

Perhaps this is due to the chaotic time and space setting of the dream, so I will accept this setting for now. And since he has memories of his junior high school years when he was in elementary school, then perhaps I can also use this "chaotic time and space setting" to seduce him to remember more things.

"So... have you told your friends about this?" I asked. "You probably have a friend who is very interested in urban legends, right? If it's him, maybe he will believe what you say."

"Friends...friends?" He was a little confused.

"How?" I asked.

"I have no friends." He actually said that.

"None?" I asked more deeply.

And he said dejectedly: "Not even one."

As he spoke, he began to walk, but he did not enter the villa, but moved around the villa.

I followed him and asked, "Where are you going?"

"At this time... Hisayuki should still be receiving training from his grandfather." He said in an inexplicable tone.

"Hisaki..."

I almost didn't react, then I finally remembered and asked, "Are you referring to Zhu Shi?"

"Ah... yes, her name is 'Zhu Shi' now..."

He nodded, and soon he stopped somewhere and cast a complicated look to the side.

He was looking at one of the windows on the first floor of the villa. Through the window, he could see a rather spacious room inside, reminiscent of a university dance studio. However, there was no one dancing in the "dance studio", only two figures, one big and one small, holding swords. The big one was giving instructions, while the small one was swinging the sword repeatedly.

They should be Mr. Zhu and young Zhu Shi. The former's face is almost the same as Mr. Zhu I know, while the latter is just a little girl compared to the curvy female college student in my memory. I can see her face clearly.

The young Zhu Shi wore a white training suit, holding the heavy Yama Sword in both hands, repeating the movements of lifting and chopping over and over again. His young face was covered with sweat, and his clothes were soaked with sweat inside and out. Every time he swung the heavy metal sword, he would let out a loud cry in a tender voice, but it lacked the awe-inspiring momentum, and only made people feel pain and fatigue.

I couldn't help but be attracted by Xiao Zhushi's appearance, and at the same time recalled the appearance of Xiaowan that Ma Zao had printed out by reading and writing the photo.

There is not the slightest difference between Zhu Shi as a child and the little bowl in the photo.

(End of this chapter)