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Fortunately, someone volunteered for this task, so I didn’t have to waste my breath.
Thankfully, the stories I had told earlier were not horror tales, which gave Lan Jingyi the confidence to step up and recount a few stories he had heard over the past few days from memory. As for any mistakes or inaccuracies, I couldn’t be bothered to correct him and chose to ignore them, treating it as if he was telling his own new stories. I let him piece together a rough version while wondering to myself: Did I really say that?
Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity.
“What are these jumbled stories with no beginning or end? Jingyi, you really don’t have a talent for storytelling. I completely didn’t understand what you said. I think you should stop and let someone else take over!”
“What?! I was being so serious! It’s you, Senior Wei, who wasn’t paying attention!” Lan Jingyi complained, feeling aggrieved.
“No, you genuinely left out many parts and mixed two different stories together.” Lan Sizhui couldn’t help but ask, “Are we sure we heard the same story? How can your version differ so much from what I know?”
“No way! Ms. Wei, was my storytelling really that bad?” Lan Jingyi turned to me with a pitiful look, seeking validation.
“Uh…” Suddenly being called out, I was momentarily taken aback and cautiously replied, “Well… it’s not easy to integrate everything and reshape it into a new story with your own ideas…”
Upon hearing this, Wei Wuxian burst into laughter without holding back.
“Hahaha… Little Flower, your comment is quite flattering! Not bad at all!”
“Ah? Is that good or bad?” Lan Jingyi scratched his head in confusion.
“Well… let’s just say it’s passable,” Lan Sizhui said earnestly as he patted his shoulder.
Once we entered Gusu territory, the random requests for help gradually decreased.
However, the expressions of everyone did not lighten; instead, they grew increasingly serious and heavy. Wei Wuxian would repeatedly check with me about the details of the contract whenever he had a moment.
“Little Flower, this life contract truly won’t shorten the lifespan of the living?”
"No."
"If the contract fails, it truly won't cause any backlash from the spell?"
"No."
"Then, if it fails, can we still re-establish the contract?"
"Yes."
"Why didn't you establish the contract with Song Zichen back then?"
Was this a trap? I glanced at him with a hint of annoyance. "Because Master Song doesn't like to interact with others."
I remembered when we first met; he grimaced at just a simple touch while trying to help Song Lan fix her severed tongue. If I suggested he form a contract with me, I could imagine Song Lan would prefer to chop me down directly.
Moreover, I still had concerns about the "aftereffects" of forming a contract...
"Hey, really?" Wei Wuxian said with a bright smile. "Also, you mentioned that after forming a contract, it would change based on both parties' compatibility. Specifically, what kind of changes can we expect?"
"It's not certain; there's really no way to predict it. But as far as I know, it generally involves mutual perception or a connection of thoughts..."
"Connection of thoughts?!" Lan Sizhui, who was walking ahead, suddenly turned around and exclaimed along with Wei Wuxian.
After a moment, Wei Wuxian looked at Lan Sizhui with a mischievous grin. "What's wrong? Si Chui, are you having second thoughts? Should you reconsider?"
"I... this..." Lan Sizhui hesitated for a moment but still insisted, "No, I'll do it! It's fine!"
Ha, right? Basically, anyone who hears about connecting thoughts would instantly back off! Don't worry; I completely understand. I nodded inwardly in agreement.
As we arrived at a serene grove of trees, everyone including Xu Ran came to a halt.
"Si Chui, do you know where Wen Ning is?" Wei Wuxian asked.
"Well..." Lan Sizhui glanced around and softly called out, "Uncle Ning, are you there?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a dark figure suddenly descended from the air and stood before everyone.
"A Yuan," the person called out, then stiffly turned to look at the others, gesturing, "Young Master Wei, Young Master Lan."
Lan Wangji nodded in response, while Wei Wuxian looked at the newcomer with a light smile. "Wen Ning, it's been a while."
I stared in astonishment at the figure that had suddenly appeared before us—
How should I put this...
For some reason, Wen Ning had always been associated with the word "cute" in my mind. Even after becoming a Ghost General, as long as he wasn't in a frenzied state, he should still give off a somewhat dazed and innocent vibe.
But seeing him now proved otherwise—
"...not cute at all..." I murmured in disappointment.
With his pale face, gloomy expression, and robust physique... Now that I think about it, I recall that in the character guide I once bought, Wen Ning's height was noted to be around six feet tall. He was never going to be associated with "cute"!
"What? Wait, no! Ms. Wei, this is the legendary Ghost General! The Ghost General under the Yiling Patriarch! How could you think he looks cute?" Lan Jingyi looked at me in surprise.
Upon hearing this, Wei Wuxian laughed uncontrollably, completely disregarding his image.
"I mean, little flower, your definition of 'cute' is quite peculiar. I'm really curious about how you imagined Wen Ning before!"
I was just talking to myself... Forget it; I couldn't be bothered to explain.
"Uh, this young lady... I... um..." Wen Ning looked awkwardly as if he wanted to say something but didn't know where to start.
"Uncle Ning, we have important matters to discuss with you," Lan Sizhui said, steadying himself and trying to steer the conversation back on track.
"Oh? What is it?" Wen Ning replied, intrigued.
Lan Sizhui hesitated for a moment, glancing at Wei Wuxian.
Understanding the cue, Wei Wuxian immediately stopped smiling and turned serious as he addressed Wen Ning.
"Wen Ning, here's the situation..."
He carefully recounted the entire story, while Wen Ning listened with a look of confusion on his face.
"Back then, although I complied with Wen Qing's request to restore your consciousness, I never considered what your future should be like... So, upon hearing about Master Song Zichen's circumstances, I thought this method might be feasible. However, I need to know your willingness."
"This... So you want me to form a life bond with A Yuan? Ms. Wei, will this really not cause any issues for A Yuan?" Wen Ning asked with evident concern.
I stared at him thoughtfully, sensing that something was off.
"Ms. Wei?"
"Apologies, Ghost General. May I borrow your hand for a moment?" I suddenly asked as I reached out toward him.
"Oh? Ah, sure." He obediently extended his hand to meet mine.
After silently sensing for a while, I couldn't help but furrow my brow slightly.
"Xiaohua, what's wrong?" Wei Wuxian inquired.
I released his hand and pondered before speaking. "He has another Contract Order linked to his Soul Sense. In this situation, if he were to form a life bond with someone else, I'm not sure if it would cause any conflict."
"Contract Order? Could it be... me?" Wei Wuxian asked in confusion, pointing to himself.
"If you are the only one who can command him, then indeed, it would only be you, and no one else," I replied calmly.
Song Zichen was purely transformed into Xiong Shi by Xue Yang and controlled by the Skull Nail, so there was no issue of a Contract Order. However, Wen Ning was different; he had a Contract Order binding him to obey Wei Wuxian.
Since the Contract Order on Wen Ning was connected through Soul Sense, when he died and his Soul Vanquished, he should have lost consciousness and fallen into Rage. Yet, being confined for Thirteen Years and waiting peacefully until Wei Wuxian's soul returned to command him, it seems that Xue Yang sealing Wen Ning's consciousness with the Skull Nail actually did him a great favor.
"Well, there's nothing we can do then," Wei Wuxian said with a helpless shake of his head. "Si Chui, I think you should just give up. Wen Ning, how about changing your allegiance to me..."
"Absolutely not!" A cold voice suddenly interrupted Wei Wuxian.
Wei Wuxian paused, turning to look at the person beside him whose expression was so frosty it seemed ready to freeze. "Uh... Lan Zhan, I..."
"No." The rejection was firm and resolute, leaving no room for negotiation.
Although Lan Wangji had not expressed any opinion throughout the conversation, it was clear now that he disapproved of this matter.
If the one responsible for the contract were Lan Sizhui, he might have been able to turn a blind eye; but if the one forming a contract with Wen Ning were Wei Wuxian, he would never agree—absolutely not!
"This..." Wei Wuxian seemed to understand his thoughts and could only scratch his head in distress.
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