He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 192 After Raising Ghosts, I Choose to Lie Down (Part 25)

Jiang Yu raised his eyes, his dark pupils filled with an unprecedented seriousness.

He didn't understand why he knew her name, nor why seeing her tears made his heart ache.

Heart?

Does he have a heart?

Jiang Yu touched his heart in a daze, his pale and weak hand completely still.

"Now that you've accepted my reward, you'd better behave and listen to me."

Wen Yan touched his restless resentment, and smiled when he nodded in bewilderment.

So cute.

The dark clouds dispersed a bit, and moonlight poured in through the small opening, like a spotlight on a stage illuminating its leading lady.

Jiang Yu still remembered why Wen Yan shed tears. He hid his missing right hand, hoping that this beam of light could dispel her unease.

"Now, take me to you."

Jiang Yu froze, then walked ahead in silence, followed by Wen Yan. They stopped after an unknown amount of time.

Elsewhere, the flower stamens face downwards, but here they face upwards, and the petals are dark, following the direction of the moonlight.

Among a large group of red roses, it really doesn't stand out.

Without saying a word, Wen Yan started digging.

They used shovels and hoes, while Jiang Yu stood silently in place, praying that Wen Yan would slow down, just a little slower, so that his ugly appearance could be hidden for a little longer.

But Wen Yan acted too quickly, leaving him very little time to be anxious.

One, two...

The more bones Jiang Yu threw out, the more uneasy he became, silently counting, "Two hundred and five, two hundred and six..."

The last bone wasn't thrown out; Wen Yan held it and had Jiang Yu use his resentment to haunt her and bring it out.

Following the words of Heaven and drawing on his past experience, Wen Yan had no difficulty in reconstructing Jiang Yu's image; in fact, he was quite skilled at it, understanding Jiang Yu's body better than Jiang Yu himself.

Jiang Yu watched Wen Yan squatting on the ground frantically piecing together the bones, and swallowed back the question he had been holding in for so long: "Are you scared?"

He rephrased it, "Aren't you afraid?"

She was afraid of his stark white bones and rotting flesh; after all, she was a girl who would cry even when it got dark.

Wen Yan took a moment to reply to him: "I'm not afraid, why would I be afraid of you?"

The phantom trembled, its left hand constantly touching its face, and the black liquid in its eyes flowed rapidly.

Perhaps because he had been silent for too long, Wen Yan looked up at him and was shocked to see that the person covered in black liquid was Jiang Yu.

"What happened to you?"

Is he...crying?

Wen Yan stood in front of him, at a loss. She wanted to wipe his face, but her hand always slipped through his fingers. She didn't know what to do.

But the moment she reached out, he started to bleed even more, making her even more anxious. Finally, she sighed, touched his resentful body, and silently comforted herself.

Jiang Yu buried his face in his hands instead, shaking his head as he cried. Only then did Wen Yan notice the missing piece of his hand.

"your hands!"

In response, Jiang Yu shook his head even more vigorously, and said in a choked voice, "No, it's okay, it will be alright."

"Is it really okay?"

Wen Yan was still worried, her brows furrowing even more tightly.

"No, no."

"I mean your eyes, they're trembling from crying."

Jiang Yu died...

Finally, Wen Yan pieced together the complete Jiang Yu, and with the blessing of Heaven, Jiang Yu finally regained his physical form.

The moment she touched his face, Wen Yan felt an unprecedented sense of peace. The resentment emanating from her body was even stronger than when she first met him.

That's true. With the body and soul merging into one, it's normal for their strength to increase to a higher level.

However, his memory did not return because he was really inexperienced in every aspect.

It's okay, she'll teach him slowly. Anyway, he's a diligent and inquisitive student.