THE BONE OF IMPURITY REARS ITS HEAD

[impurities]

cw: panic attack, self harming

Chang Geng was the adopted son of Gu Yun in name, and although no one welcomed him or cared for him, he still bore the surname Li after all. In the future, he would inherit the status of a Jun Wang. The old butler was in distress, feeling that his master had retreated in the face of the enemy, throwing this hot potato back for him to handle. Uncle Wang had fully prepared himself to be slashed on by the boy's wrath.

But after waiting for a long time, Chang Geng did not say a word.

Chang Geng's deafening screams and sorrowful shouts were all hidden in his heart.

It was not just about Gu Yun's sudden refusal to bid goodbye to him. He had been lied to more than once; he should have long since gotten used to it. He should be facing this situation with calmness.

But this time, the concern and anxiety that had been accumulating in his heart since moving to the capital could finally no longer be contained inside of him; it could not help but come bursting out like water out of the floodgate.

Chang Geng's heart was as clear as a mirror; he had always been aware that his existence was unnecessary. He did not intend to get involved. It was destined for him to be an insignificant chess piece, like in the dark river of Yanhui Town, dragged away involuntarily.

He was blindfolded by the false sense of peace and happiness these few days, and greed had risen inside him. He wanted to grab hold of something, deceived himself, and refused to think about the future.

What more do you wish for? Chang Geng placed a hand on his chest and asked himself. You want too much.

However, despite the waves of turbulence in his heart, when faced with the old grey-haired butler, Chang Geng did not say anything.

The old butler worriedly asked: "Your Royal Highness?..."

Chang Geng silently took the vase from his hands and carefully trimmed the flower branch that he had broken off. After placing the flowers inside and setting it on Gu Yun's desk, he whispered: "I have troubled you."

As he finished, he immediately turned to leave.

Upon exiting Gu Yun's room, he could not help but switch from walking to running, and even the sword training puppet was left behind.

Ge Pang Xiao held a small box of Ziliujin that no one had any idea where it had been taken from; on his way, he almost bumped into Chang Geng. He called out: "Oh, big brother..."

Chang Geng acted like he did not hear it, like a gust of wind passing by, he rushed into his own room then turned to lock the door.

This was also the part of Chang Geng that Gu Yun liked the most, even with great wrath, he would never vent it on unrelated people. In this respect, Xiu Niang's contribution could not be denied. Her long and constant abuse throughout more than ten years had trained Chang Geng to have incredible endurance.

At the same time, the Bone of Impurity buried deep in the youth's body was like vegetation that needed to be fed with poisonous water, and gradually bloomed into a ferocious flower.

Chang Geng began to have difficulty breathing; his chest seemed to be crushed by layers of boulders, the muscles in his body stiffened into a rust of iron, his legs involuntarily twitched.

His ears were ringing. He was horrified to find a strange, dominating, and tyrannical sensation rushing out of his chest. He involuntarily balled his fingers into a fist, the joints cracking loudly. For the first time, he experienced what it felt like to have 'sleep paralysis' while wide awake.

Chang Geng clearly felt that there was an invisible hand cruelly erasing all the warm feelings and affection in his heart.

In the beginning, Chang Geng was still clear-minded, he thought with fear: "Is this the Bone of Impurity? What happened to me?"

Soon, even the horror evaporated, his consciousness rapidly became blurred. He began to wonder where he was. Countless thoughts in his head billowed up and down like seawater, and a murderous intent was born from nowhere.

On the one hand, he thought that Gu Yun had already left - he was no longer wanted or needed; on the other, he seemed to see Gu Yun standing in front of him, the other man's expressionless face mocking his incompetence and powerlessness.

The Bone of Impurity magnified all the negative emotions in Chang Geng's heart by hundreds and thousands of times.

At this moment, it seemed as if Gu Yun was no longer the little yifu whom he cherished in his heart, but a mortal enemy that he despised with all his being, whom he was eager to grasp in his hands to humiliate.

Chang Geng squeezed the ruined blade hanging in front of his chest, the edges of the blade, although smoothed out, still cut into his fingers, deep enough to draw blood.

The vivid sensation of pain piercing through the seemingly infinite numbness awakened Chang Geng; he instinctively found a way out, ten fingers firmly grabbed onto his skin, the wounds leaving behind a mess of flesh and blood on his arms.

When the attack of Bone of Impurity gradually subsided, the sun had begun to set.

Chang Geng's clothes were soaked through with cold sweat, his hands and arms were covered in blood, and he was leaning against the door in exhaustion. He had finally learned the power of Bone of Impurity, only to realize that he was too innocent in thinking that Bone of Impurity could only cause nightmares.

This time, Xiu Niang truly did not go easy on him.