Chapter 445: Evil God Festival - Boathouse

Third night.

Xiaokui, who was getting more and more bored, was lying on the window sill, when she saw Bai Liu at the shrine on the lantern and sighed with her chin up, "There you go again."

After a while, Xiaokui straightened up, rather surprised, to see Bai Liu stopping at the entrance to the shrine with a lamp, without pushing the door in.

An hour has passed.

Two hours have passed.

Bai Liu stood alone in the long, dark night in front of the shrine with a weak lamp, like a stone lantern guarding the shrine, standing motionless next to the door.

The door of the shrine was suddenly opened slightly, and a pair of long, white hands could be seen gripping the valve of the door, straining forward to push it out, clearly the hands of the evil god.

The evil god wanted to come out to meet the sacrifice standing outside the door, but Xiaokui remembered his brother saying that the evil god was bound in chains to the shrine and that it was impossible for him to come out.

It was clear that the sacrifice could be seen if he walked in, but Bai Liu stood outside the door and never came nearer, allowing the evil god, awakened by his pain, to struggle inside and approach him.

"What's this?" Xiaokui frowned, "This guy didn't go to all that trouble to steal the key to the shrine, despite being seriously injured, just to stand outside the shrine for one night, did he?"

Bai Liu literally stood outside the shrine all night.

When Xiaokui woke up at dawn, she saw Bai Liu still standing outside the shrine, carrying a lantern, and heading down the hill without looking back.

The door in the shrine, which was constantly struggling, also stopped moving.

"This man's mind ......" Xiaokui's brow furrowed, "what the hell is he thinking?"

On the fourth and fifth night, for a month, no matter how badly Bai Liu was tortured during the day, rain or shine, snow or wind, at night Bai Liu would go up the hill with his lantern and stand outside the shrine all night, coming down at dawn.

Even Xiaokui, a curious observer, could clearly see Bai Liu losing weight and haggardness as he worked day and night.

Though from the man's appearance, it was still as calm as if he didn't stand guard outside the shrine every night waiting for dawn alone.

When the first emotional suicide of a sacrifice occurred in the Bei Yuan family, the master of the Bei Yuan family came to inspect the sacrifices and praised the teachers who taught them, and a course on love was added to their sacrificial instruction.

The trees around the shrine are beginning to bud and blossom as the rain begins to fall more every day than the snow.

Xiaokui is in a trance and realises that the Summer Festival seems to be coming.

Shortly afterwards, the victim who came in with Bai Liu commits suicide again, his pain is overwhelming, in stark contrast to Bai Liu who, no matter how much torture he has endured, is so calm that there is not a ripple to be seen, so the attention of everyone in Bei Yuan's family begins to gravitate towards the seemingly more distressed victim.

So when this sacrifice committed suicide again, the head of the Bei Yuan family waved his hand in joy: "How good, this sacrifice is coming to maturity, stop training today and give him whatever promise he wants, make sure he lives through the pain!"

Bai Liu bowed his head and stepped back from the head of the family, who waved his hand impatiently and told Bai Liu to go back.

As summer approaches, it rains a lot on the beach, and when the rain suddenly falls in the evening, Bai Liu, with a paper umbrella, makes his way up the path to the shrine.

Now that Bei Yuan's family pays little attention to this apparently painless sacrifice, Bai Liu moves even more freely than before.

Xiaokui lies on the window sill, staring at the faint light in the haze of the rainy night - watching Bai Liu go up to the mountain every night to meet the evil gods has become one of the few pleasures in her boring life of sacrifice.

She was very curious as to what Bai six wanted.

As the rain fell heavier and heavier, the bright light Bai Liu carried through the curtain of rain was faint, like some kind of luminous insect floating around the shrine, wandering and floating through the thickening vegetation of the mountains, God Xiang's abode swayed forward and then once again stopped at the entrance to the shrine.

Xiaokui saw the door inside the shrine being pushed open again by a hand.

Over the days, the evil god inside the shrine has been making greater and greater strides outwards, from a point where he could only push open a small gap at first, to a point where he can now push open half the door, at one point making Xiaokui think that the god inside will soon come out.

What Xiaokui cannot see is that the hand that pushes the door open is long and white but scarred, covered with wounds from silk threads and chains, blood dripping down the outer robe in drops that join the sound of the rain in the pond.

"There you are, Bai Liu." Xie Ta stood by the door that he had pushed halfway open with all his might and said very softly with downcast eyes, "I heard your footsteps and felt your pain, so I woke up and waited for you at the door."

"Aren't you coming in to see me today either?"

Outside the door of the shrine there was only the sound of the rain pouring down, and Bai Liu did not say a word. For so many days, despite Bai Liu's daily visits, and Xie Ta's daily chats to himself, Bai Liu did not even answer him.

Xie Ta was used to this, and he tilted his head slightly, looking calmly at the wind chimes rattling under the eaves and the growing rain outside, the taut silk threads of his hands and feet strangling into his flesh, his outer robe thickly scarred with blood, and the freshly strangled bruises on his wrists dripping blood down his pale fingertips.

Outside the door Bai Liu The rain dripped down like the night on the surface of the umbrella she was holding up, the blood falling to the ground at the same time as the rain and melting into the muddy ground.

Xie Ta said softly, "...... You've been coming for the past few days, I've been waking up earlier and earlier, and you seem to be in more and more pain."

"What are you suffering from, Bai Liu ?"

Xie Ta looked at the heavy, old wooden door, knowing that on the other side of it stood Bai Liu, who would stand there all night, until it was light, and then come back the next night.

Will Bai Liu get sick with this heavy rain today ......

It was so strange, Xie Ta Dropping his eyes, he looked at his bruised body and clutched the clothes around his heart in some confusion.

It was clear that it was his body that was bleeding at the moment, but his body didn't hurt much, but the thought that Bai Liu would be sick just now was the place where his heart clenched.

A very strange sensation of pain.

He only knew that Bai Liu was on the other side of the door, separated from him by a thick wooden door that made it impossible for him to refract Bai Liu's emotions, but he could feel so many of them so clearly.

Every night his heart would beat faster when he was about to wake up because of Bai Liu's proximity, and then it would muffle again when he woke up and tried to push open the shrine door to see that Bai Liu had not pushed open the shrine door to come in and meet him.

When Bai Liu leaves, his heartbeat will become fast and slow again as he listens to Bai Liu's fading footsteps and slowly drifts off to sleep.

The thought of Bai Liu leaving today slows it down, and the thought of Bai Liu coming again tonight speeds it up.

"It's raining too much tonight." Xie Ta said to the wooden door, "Do you want to go back earlier?"

There is a silence outside the door and Xie Ta hears the sound of the umbrella turning, followed by Bai Liu's footsteps as he walks down the hill.

It's so strange.

Xie Ta pursed his lips as he stared straight at the wooden door, his fingers clenching his heart clothes tighter and tighter

It was clear that he was the one who told Bai Liu to go back because of the heavy rain, but when he really heard Bai Liu's dry and unforgiving footsteps, he thought that the time he had spent with Bai Liu through the wooden door this evening would be gone so soon ......

Xie Ta is again uncontrollably lost.

Why?

Without anyone around him, he is naturally unable to refract anyone's feelings, so where do these two conflicting emotions come from?

Although there was no response each time, each time Xie Ta would ask as Bai Liu left, "Will you come back tomorrow?"

Xie Ta heard the sound of Bai Liu's breathing heavier for a moment amidst the pouring rain, and he took a step forward to the door of the shrine, and Xie Ta even heard the sound of Bai Liu's hand on the wooden door of the shrine, as if Bai Liu was going to push it in and say something to Xie Ta in the next moment.

Xie Ta heard his heart beating as fiercely as it ever had, and he struggled to move forward, the threads he had tied around his body even strangling his bones, but he didn't care.

It seemed a bit untidy to meet Bai Liu in such a bloodstained state, but he couldn't be bothered with that now.

Xie Ta briefly straightens his appearance and then looks up at the wooden door with rapt attention, so focused that his breath stops, allowing the blood to flow down his body and seep through his coat.

Will Bai Liu push open the door to see him?

What would he say to him?

Bai Liu's breath pauses for a moment against the door and his hand moves slightly against the wooden door.

Xie Ta stares straight at the wooden door, his shoulders and back slowly straightening, the light in his eyes lighting up little by little.

Then Bai Liu's hand stopped, he paused and turned away without saying anything, just as he had done on those previous nights.

Xie Ta's tense shoulders slumped little by little as he stared blankly at the door, his eyes filled with a very light, as if a layer of light was about to fall.

The moment he heard Bai Liu's departure, Xie Ta could barely hear his own heartbeat, as if his heartbeat had left with Bai Liu this evening.

Xie Ta slowly collapsed to the ground as Bai Liu left, countless heavy threads crisscrossing the skin beneath his clothes as he gradually closed his eyes and whispered to himself.

"Whether you come tomorrow or not."

"I will always be waiting for you."

Xiaokui was propped up at the window, expecting another rainy day with Bai Liu outside the shrine, watching her yawn, but as dawn approached, Bai Liu suddenly took a few steps into the God Xiang shrine and raised the lamp to shine on the door of the shrine, his hand pressed against it.

Xiaokui perked up and stretched forward to get a closer look: "He's not going in today, is he?"

"Nope." Xiaokui's eyes narrowed, " Bai six this guy, is he writing something on the door of the shrine?"

Xie Ta's voice was muffled by the rain as it poured down, making a cacophony of sounds.

"Will you come back tomorrow?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't answer me, whether you come tomorrow or not, I'll be waiting for you."

Bai Liu holds his umbrella as he stands silently in the almost catastrophic rain, then suddenly turns around, Bai Liu holding the lamp over the wooden door steamed by the mist of the rain.

The wooden door was covered with grainy droplets of water. Bai Liu hung his eyes and pressed his palm lightly against the wooden door, then put his finger on it and wrote a serious sentence on the door in one stroke, then turned around and went down the hill after a moment of silence in front of the door.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

In a misty rain, Bai Liu carried the light farther and farther from the shrine door, but gradually the brightening sky shone on the wooden door of the shrine, illuminating the words Bai Liu had written on it.

[I'll come tomorrow.]