Chapter 2 The mysterious man who can't be let go 3
After staring at the Soul Binding Cage for a whole afternoon, I felt my eyes dry, but the Soul Binding Cage didn't respect me as its owner at all. I couldn't help but doubt myself, am I really the owner of the Soul Binding Cage?
Hongze has always said that I am its master, but it has never admitted it. No, I couldn't help but knock my head: "What are you thinking? Do you want a golden eagle to call you master?"
"What are you doing? You're stupid enough and now you hit your head." Zhou Mian popped his head out from the second floor of the library, looked at me and said jokingly.
"No, I just... um, why are you here?" I stood up and walked towards Zhou Mian. Zhou Mian reached out his hand to help me up, and I held his hand, stepped over the edge of the roof, stepped on the railing on the second floor and jumped down.
"Slow down!" Zhou Mian didn't let go until I stepped steadily on the floor of the second-floor corridor. "I saw that you were not in good spirits this morning, and I was afraid that you would oversleep, so I came to call you."
"After drinking Ling Jiao's black tea, I feel much better."
"That's good. What master did you just say?" When Zhou Mian asked me, I told him about Hongze and the Soul Binding Cage and wanted to ask for his opinion.
"Are you saying there's a person locked in the Soul Binding Cage?" Zhou Mian raised an eyebrow and looked at me in disbelief. Finally, he couldn't help but use the back of his hand to test the temperature of my forehead.
I shrugged helplessly. If I heard someone else say this, I would definitely have the same reaction. Such a bizarre thing is definitely something that can only be found in "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio".
Seeing that I didn't say anything, Zhou Mian's expression became serious: "Are you serious?"
"I'm not at the point where I would joke about something like that."
"You haven't even figured out his identity, and you plan to let him out based on a few words he said? How do you know he's not lying to you?"
"Now I can't let him out even if I want to. I don't know how. That's why I say this master is so frustrated."
"What are you going to do?"
"Let's go to the library and look for some ancient books first to see if there's anything I can use as a reference."
"You should confirm his identity again. It's always better to be . Go to class first." Zhou Mian seemed to agree, but I knew he was worried.
Sure enough, when the bell for the last class rang, the teacher walked out of the classroom and Zhou Mian jumped over two groups and appeared in front of me.
"I'll go with you." In the classroom that hadn't become lively yet, Zhou Mian's voice seemed particularly abrupt, and everyone's eyes were immediately focused on the two of us.
Before I could say anything, Ling Jiao jumped out and stood between me and Zhou Mian: "Where are you going?"
"The library, looking through ancient books and looking for information, are you going?"
"Boring, what kind of hobby is this? I don't want to bother with you guys, I'm going home." Ling Jiao looked at us with disdain, waved her hand casually, and turned around to tease Li Zimei, "Li Zimei, do you want to go look through ancient books with your idol? Maybe you can find a martial arts secret book and achieve enlightenment. Don't miss this opportunity."
"You!" Li Zimei was so angry that she couldn't speak. Ling Jiao had already disappeared. When I was struggling to put the last book into my schoolbag, only the students on duty were left. I clasped my schoolbag with satisfaction and followed Zhou Mian to the library.
The only person left in the library was the administrator, Mr. Fang, who had just turned off the lights. When he saw us coming in, he turned them back on. I usually hang out in the library, and I've become quite familiar with Mr. Fang.
"Teacher Fang, let me check some information."
"Teacher Fang."
"Okay, you can find it yourself. Turn off the lights and lock the door before nine o'clock." Teacher Fang didn't ask any more questions. He handed the key to me, closed the door and left.
"Got it." I responded, put the key in my pocket, and walked to the innermost bookshelf. Every place here is imprinted in my heart, and it makes me more familiar and at ease than the Nie family building.
Zhou Mian followed behind me and suddenly said, "Try to call him and see if I can talk to him."
"Heh, a mere human, you actually dare to talk to me." Hongze's voice rang directly in my mind, and I returned to the way I just saw him.
"He spoke, did you hear it?" I ignored Hongze's words and asked Zhou Mian directly.
"I can't hear you. What did he say?"
"Forget it, I advise you not to listen."
Zhou Mian shrugged nonchalantly, walked to the other end of the bookshelf, and began to look for useful books one by one. I watched and began to check the titles of each book. After a while, we each held a pile of various ghost and monster illustrations from ancient times to the late Qing Dynasty, piled them on the table, and sat on one side of the table to start flipping through them.
Zhou Mian seemed to remember something and suddenly said, "Ask him what dynasty he was in, where he was, and what Dragon King Temple he was in."
" Why should I answer his questions? Humph."
"If you give us more clues, we can find more possible methods."
"Probably the Tang Dynasty, or maybe the Song Dynasty, I can't remember."
"He said it could be the Tang or Song dynasties." I repeated Hongze's words and couldn't help but complain, "Why don't you just count the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties over and over again?"
"Maybe." Hongze's voice was light and seemed to lack confidence.
This made me stop flipping through the pages of the book, and I couldn't help but ask, "What sea is that? You should remember it, right?"
"Remember, remember, Donghai."
"Ah, that's the Song Dynasty, the Dragon King of the East China Sea in the Song Dynasty, right?"
"Yes, that's right, it's the Song Dynasty, the East China Sea Dragon King Temple from the Song Dynasty. If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten it."
"Zhou Mian, he said it was the East China Sea Dragon King Temple from the Song Dynasty."
Zhou Mian listened to what I said, looked at me, took a book and read slowly: "Song Taizu followed the Tang Dynasty's system of offering sacrifices to the five dragons. In the second year of Daguan of Song Huizong, an imperial decree was issued to confer the title of king on all the five dragons in the world. The blue dragon god was named King Guangren, the red dragon god was named King Jiaze, the yellow dragon god was named King Fuying, the white dragon god was named King Yiji, and the black dragon god was named King Lingze. When you were locked up in there, did you read the Ming Dynasty's Journey to the West?"
I took over the conversation: "Excuse me, who is the Dragon King of the East Sea?"
"You're trying to trick me?" Hong Ze obviously didn't expect this and immediately got furious. "You're just a human, how dare you play tricks on me? I'm going to... I'm going to kill you!"
As Hongze finished speaking, I felt a buzzing in my head, a splitting headache, and my tired body suddenly fell to the ground. Zhou Mian was also panicking. He didn't expect Hongze to be angry all of a sudden. He ran over and hugged my head tightly, massaging my temples, but it didn't work. I burrowed into his arms, trying to absorb more warmth to relieve this indescribable chill.
"Hongze! Don't use your evil ways on Lingmiao! If Lingmiao dies, you will never be able to get out. Now Lingmiao is your life-saving straw! Don't make a mistake!" Zhou Mian pulled the soul-binding cage off my neck and roared at it.
Instead of calming down, Hong Ze became even more aggressive: "Oh, a mere human wants to order me around and threaten me? I, your grandfather, dare to drink the Dragon King's imperial wine, and you are qualified to negotiate with me?"
"You drunkard, why are you !" The huge pain made me a little out of control, and I started yelling along with Hongze.
"Crazy? Of course I'm crazy! If the White Snake hadn't abandoned me to look for some half-dragon, how could I have become a laughing stock? How could I have stolen the Dragon King's imperial wine out of anger and ended up being imprisoned in this broken palace? I'll kill any of you who are ambiguous and fickle, otherwise I won't be able to relieve my hatred for being imprisoned for three hundred years!"
Hongze, who was provoked by me, shouted out everything he wanted to say without restraining his anger at all.
As soon as Hongze said this, I was stunned, and so was Hongze. The pain that pierced my nerves disappeared instantly, leaving my mind blank for a moment.
“Hahahaha…” I burst into laughter and barely propped myself up from Zhou Mian’s arms. “Why didn’t you just say it earlier? Hahahaha… Why do you have to make trouble for me…”
"You! If you laugh again I will kill you!" I could even hear the grinding of Hongze's back teeth, but now Hongze had completely lost the momentum he had just now, and I was not afraid of him at all.
After I caught my breath, I said slowly, "Zhou Mian, there's no need to look for him. This guy only knows how to act tough in front of us. Hahahaha... Let's use aqua regia to melt this golden eagle tomorrow and see if he can come out."
Zhou Mian looked me up and down, and only stood up after confirming that I was okay. He asked curiously, "What did he say?"
"If you dare to say that, I'll kill you!"
"Hahaha... He won't let me say it! It's okay! He's definitely not a heretic. There's no such a stupid heretic."
"Fu Lingmiao! You're looking for death!"
Zhou Mian couldn't hear what Hongze said. He just looked at me quietly without saying anything.
I slowly stopped laughing and asked him carefully, "What's wrong?"
"It's okay," Zhou Mian smiled casually and pulled me up from the ground. "Once you find a way, get up and clean up the floor. Don't play dead."
I deliberately raised my voice and said loudly: "Yes, sir!"
