mesbooks Chapter 453 - 0453: In the Middle of the Night, They All Want Him
Chapter 453 - 0453: In the Middle of the Night, They All Want Him
Chapter 453: Chapter 0453: In the Middle of the Night, They All Want HimAt that time, Zhang Jing had already walked back to the Village Office dormitory.
Because Xie Runfa’s car lights were on, he could see Zhang Jing walking back along the village road.
Luo Yang learned a fact: once the Yin Spirit was several hundred meters away from Zhang Jing, she could no longer sense the direction of the Yin Spirit.
When Luo Yang thought he was certainly going to die, he saw a car coming from a distance.
From the direction the car was traveling, it was clear it was heading to the Hongyun Brigade.
Luo Yang quickly drifted over with the wind, and as he neared, he realized it was Lang Yifeng’s Volkswagen Passat.
So Luo Yang drifted into Lang Yifeng’s car.
The car was filled with village ruffians, who, from their conversation, were just returning from a late-night snack outside.
Conveniently, one of the ruffians lived near Qin Piao’s house, and the car would pass by the front of Qin Piao’s house.
Luo Yang hitched a ride and by the time he got off, the wind had started to die down.
Just before it began to rain, the wind stopped, and the air was particularly muggy.
Luo Yang struggled to slip into the house, went upstairs, re-entered the room, and the Yin Spirit returned to where it belonged.
He slowly woke up, only to feel his head was heavy and his mind was foggy.
Fortunately, just less than 2 minutes after returning to Qin Piao’s house, a thunderstorm started.
But without finding a way to save himself, Luo Yang felt he couldn’t last till dawn.
It was the first time he had encountered an injured Yin Spirit.
Without a master’s guidance, he had to figure everything out on his own.
Apart from entering the landscape painting in the "Shennong Scripture," Luo Yang didn’t know where else he could go.
Since it wasn’t a physical injury, going to the hospital probably wouldn’t be of any use.
Strangely, once inside the landscape painting, the Yin Spirit seemed to become somewhat clearer.
Luo Yang’s mind quickly spun,
Later, when the Yin Spirit went to look for Zhang Jing, his physical body lost all sensation.
The Yin Spirit returned but focused only on saving itself, paying no attention to the sleeping conditions of the two Village Beauties.
It was only when he came out of the landscape painting that he realized they had both moved closer to him.
At first, the two Village Beauties merely tried to get as close to Luo Yang as possible, clearly seeking his comfort.
Every thunderclap that burst through the air made not just the beauties, but even Luo Yang himself, flinch slightly.
Within less than half a minute, both Village Beauties had snuggled closer to him.
They each hugged one of Luo Yang’s arms and rested their faces on his shoulders, their warm breaths heating his neck.
Sour and tingly.
They then placed one leg on top of Luo Yang’s legs, effectively sharing his legs equally.
By then, Luo Yang could clearly feel their delicate bodies trembling lightly.
Whenever a clap of thunder sounded outside, the bodies of the two Village Beauties would jerk violently.
They did not speak, but their body language told Luo Yang that they wanted to be comforted.
With the Yin Spirit healed, Luo Yang was in a great mood.
As the beauties were scared and he was an able-bodied man, Luo Yang naturally felt the responsibility to protect them well.
He first pecked An Yuying’s red lips, then turned his head and pecked Tang Guihua’s lips.
Both Village Beauties smiled silently.
It wasn’t just Luo Yang talking nonsense.
Their bodies were pressed against his, and when they smiled, their delicate forms naturally vibrated slightly.
That was first.
Second, when they were not smiling, their breaths were more even.
It was only when they silently smiled that their breath would suddenly intensify, and their mouths would also emit a warm current.
Luo Yang patted their backsides with both hands, signaling them not to be afraid.
However, whenever a new thunderclap sounded, they would still flinch.
But it was not as intense as before.
Thunderstorms in the south usually started around late April in the solar calendar and would last until December.
However, after November, thunderstorms became much less frequent.
September and October remained peak periods for thunderstorms.
The mingling roars of thunder, wind, and rain sounded as if thousands of troops were charging over, and like hundreds of ghosts and spirits were roaring.
In the countryside, the sounds are even more unsettling.
There is also a crucial reason for this, which is that rural people are more likely to believe in ethereal beings like gods and spirits.
Placations like the God of Thunder, Goddess of Lightning, God of Rain, Earth God, and monsters from the mountains were deeply embedded in the villagers’ minds.
Normally, you wouldn’t notice how superstitious the villagers were.
But once something related to gods or spirits occurred, or could be associated with them, the superstitious thoughts of the villagers would surge from the depths of their minds.
Customs passed down for thousands of years were imprinted on every villager’s cerebral cortex.
Even someone like An Yuying, a young woman who had been to university, dared not venture alone into the mountains at night.
It wasn’t that she was afraid of venomous snakes and such—it was her psyche that troubled her, making her believe there were unclean things in the dark, deep mountains at night.
On such stormy days, the outside was pitch black, with various sounds that fueled wild imaginations rampant, and occasional lightning that illuminated the surroundings, flooding the room with light before quickly extinguishing.
Accompanied by the pounding thunderclaps that seemed to nearly rupture one’s eardrums.
Ordinary thunder was bearable.
Sometimes, however, there would be super lightning that looked like a river with numerous branches streaking straight down from the heavens, eerie yet magnificent.
The dazzling light would extinguish in an instant, followed by a deafening thunderclap that shattered the void and subdued all living beings.
During these times, even the dogs that usually barked a lot would cower together, too afraid to make a sound, such was the intimidating power of the thunder and lightning.
Being male, Luo Yang naturally had more courage.
He alternated between lightly pecking the red lips of the two Village Beauties and gently caressing their soft, warm backs, eventually helping them somewhat calm down.