2: Underneath A Thousand Skies

294 This Psychopathic Demon Is Psychic (46)

Song Jia's eyelashes trembled, before lowering over her eyes.

She didn't know how to respond him. She had watched what happened to the ending of her first mission, so even if she wanted to deny his feelings for her, she couldn't.

But there was also no way for Song Jia to be able to return his feelings.

The great poet Oscar Wilde had once said, "Love begins with self-deception, and always ends by deceiving others. This is the so-called romance."

If her past had taught her one thing, it was this.

Stripped of its beautiful shell and dragged out of the reals of dreams and fantasy, love was actually just an ugly thing.

Love was a result of manipulation, of psychological tricks, of biological needs.

It was a parasite that fed on loneliness, seeking attention and validation while simultaneously turning their host into a rotten shell.

That was why Song Jia had vowed that the feeling of love would never blind her. Her mother had taught this lesson to her several times.

Since it wasn't true, why bother seeking comfort in a lie?

She would rather invest her efforts in much worthier things, like her salary.

At least in this way, she could check for herself the visible rewards of her own efforts.

She took a step back, retreating away from Zhao Cheng's touch.

"We should focus more on why we're here. Even though you said only souls could pass through the Naihe bridge, my status is that of the Great Demon Queen. Even this court is under my territory. It should be fine to meet Meng Po."

Since Nova told her to go to the tenth court, it wouldn't be good if she didn't explore it more and find out why he sent her here.

Zhao Cheng froze for a beat when she retreated from him, but then he smiled. He didn't force her. This kind of thing, since he had already waited for so long, naturally his patience couldn't be compared to ordinary people.

If it couldn't take a single lifetime, then just continue to the next, and if that still wasn't enough, continue into the third lifetime...

As long as he continued to stay beside her, anything and everything else can wait.

"I'll go first. To be safe, Jia'er should follow after me."

"My status..."

Zhao Cheng held her hand, halting the rest of Song Jia's words.

"I know you're more powerful than me. But still, let me protect you."

One of his greatest fears was that she would protect him. That kind of protection, he didn't want and didn't need. Experiencing her 'protection' once was enough.

The Naihe bridge was long and narrow, which made it hard to traverse. Song Jia thought it would have three layers like what was written in myths and legends, but maybe some things had already changed since then.

They finally came across Wang Xiang Tai, the viewing pavilion where souls would bid goodbye to their relatives in the world of the living. The pavilion was strangely constructed, where it was wide at the top and narrow at the bottom. It was also very steep, and there were many sword trees blocking the stone path that led towards it.

Next to this pavilion was a busy section, where an old lady continuously served soup...

This was the Goddess of Forgetfulness, Mi Hung Tang, the legendary guardian of reincarnation, Meng Po.