2: Underneath A Thousand Skies

295 This Psychopathic Demon Is Psychic (47)

Ox-head and Horse-face also nodded after hearing Meng Po's words.

"Friend, we've seen you standing in the Wangchuan River for so long. Even though we hated you at first, seeing how much pain you went through, we're also willing to help you reincarnate. Waiting for so long, but your loved one haven't passed through the Naihe bridge, it might be because the two of you are destined to never cross each other."

They had not seen Zhao Cheng for a while, so they didn't notice the changes in his emotions. None of them saw how tightly he held to the hand of the woman behind him, as if holding on to a life-saving buoy. Or how the gloominess and despair that always flickered behind his eyes had completely disappeared.

It wasn't until Zhao Cheng curved his lips up and showed his first smile to them that they finally registered how differently he looked from the past.

"If our destinies were determined to never cross each other, then I would just have to look for her myself." He tugged Song Jia forward, proudly showing her to them. "See, I finally found her. This is my wife, Jia'er."

Song Jia, "..."

Who did you say was your wife?

Song Jia shook her head. Never mind, these things, she had already been used to hearing. Just pretend she didn't hear, anyway, what the eyes didn't see, or the ears didn't hear, is regarded as clean.

Meng Po immediately frowned.

"Her soul..."

Zhao Cheng nodded.

"Yes, she's the reincarnation of the one I had been looking for."

Meng Po fell silent. In fact, what she wanted to say was that this girl's soul neither belonged to this body nor to this world...

Perhaps, the girl he had been looking for was actually a 'body possessor.' No wonder he had waited for so long, but hadn't met her. In fact, if this was true, then this girl should have all of her memories intact...

Song Jia and Meng Po locked gazes.

Meng Po understood. The flower has intentions, but the water has no feeling.

Moths happily fluttering their wings around the burning light, blind*, hypnotized and obsessed.

But at the moment of contact, heart, wings, and skin are burned to ashes.

Meng Po and the two guardians were busy people. It didn't take long for them to exchange farewells and return back to doing their jobs.

After they left the Naihe bridge, Song Jia became quiet. Zhao Cheng held her hand as he fiddled with her fingers, not looking at her.

He wrenched his lips into a small, self-depreciating smile.

"I'm sure Jia'er is wondering, right? How could they say that I was waiting in the Wangchuan River for a thousand years when I'm supposed to be gathering power to ultimately become the Great Demon King?"

Song Jia stayed silent. In fact, she had already guessed his 'secret', so what she was thinking about was her encounter with Meng Po. But it was also good for him to tell her his identity himself.

Zhao Cheng stopped walking, making the two of them stop in front of the San Sheng Shi rock. He lowered his head while his eyelashes hung down, covering his expression.

"I want to tell you the truth. Jia'er, I'm not Xu Jinhai. I think I might be his past incarnation, his past life more than a thousand years ago."

Zhao Cheng looked at the San Sheng Shi rock.