G-Spot Soul-Chasing Rope

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As usual, Lin Xi was the first to arrive at the practice room.

She changed into her black practice clothes, sat in front of the large mirror, put on her sheepskin-soled practice shoes, and then slipped blue and white gaiters around her ankles. She stood up and carefully combed her neatly styled hair in front of the mirror. A thin red string tied around her long neck—just a red string, without any other adornments. Her snow-white breasts looked particularly alluring against the backdrop of the black practice clothes.

Lin Xi only liked two colors: black and red.

All her practice clothes were black; she told others it was because black was less likely to get dirty.

Her ballet shoes were red, and now they lay quietly to one side, their red ribbons dangling softly on the wooden floor. This was probably a deep impression left from watching the play "The Red Shoes" when she was a child—red ballet shoes, those enchanting red ballet shoes.

Today was Teacher Yao's ballet class.

Teacher Yao was probably the most accomplished teacher at the dance academy.

In her youth, she was a pillar of the ballet troupe, and now, nearing fifty, she maintains a remarkably perfect figure.

However, she has a terrible temper, and every time she teaches, a young girl gets scolded—either for incorrect form or for not finding the right feeling.

Lin Xi is genuinely afraid of her, and besides, she's a very proud girl.

Every time Teacher Yao teaches, she's the first one to arrive at the practice room, not seeking praise, but just to avoid being scolded.

Lin Xi went to the barre, put her feet in first position, and began to silently practice.

Sunlight had somehow streamed into the large classroom, and with the arrival of the girls, the practice room seemed to be filled with a hundred little birds. Until the bell rang.

Lin Xi wiped her sweat and joined the line, standing at the back, her gaze fixed on the door.

Teacher Yao, as always, walked in with her head held high and slightly pigeon-toed steps.

Strangely, a tall man followed behind her.

Immediately, a girl recognized him. "Hey, it's Wu Yuanzhou, that talented guy!"

"Quiet down, everyone!" Teacher Yao said, "Starting today, we'll begin rehearsing your graduation ballet. This is Wu Yuanzhou from the graduate program. He wrote the script for our ballet performance. Let's welcome him to introduce himself."

Applause rang out.

Wu Yuanzhou seemed to blush slightly. He graduated from ballet two years ago and entered the graduate program of this academy. He was 1.8 meters tall, with broad shoulders, a high nose, deep-set eyes, and thick, black hair. Just by looking at him, you could tell he was a dancer of "Chickerfield."

"I don't have much to say about myself. I'm very happy to be rehearsing my ballet with everyone.

This is also my graduation project, so I hope everyone will support me. I mainly want to talk about my ballet. Its name is 'The Soul-Chasing Rope.'"

Lin Xi shivered for some reason.

Wu Yuanzhou glanced at her quickly and returned to explaining the script.

"This is a tragedy. The heroine is named Ling'er, an innocent country girl, and of course, she is very beautiful. Unfortunately, she falls in love with Situ Feng, the son of an official. They are deeply in love. However, their vastly different social statuses sever their love. Situ Feng's father, wanting him to marry the daughter of a high-ranking official, hires thugs to impersonate bandits, rob and kill Ling'er. Ling'er's vengeful spirit wanders to the underworld, and her grievances move even the grim reapers who came to capture her to tears. The Black Impermanence secretly releases Ling'er, allowing her to return to the mortal world to find her beloved. ... The first act of the ballet is 'The Underworld.'"

(II)

The Underworld.

A cold wind blows, and I slowly open my eyes.

Where am I?

A vast expanse of white fog, no trees, no grass, no flowers, not even a soul in sight.

It's eerily quiet.

I stagger to my feet, still feeling very cold.

The thin gauze dress couldn't ward off the chilly wind.

My neck still ached slightly.

I vaguely remembered carrying a basket through the woods to find Young Master Feng. Inside the basket were radish cakes I had specially made for him. He actually said he had never eaten radish cakes before, haha, how ridiculous. Right, why didn't I see him?

Ah, something terrible happened!

Robbers! I encountered robbers! They were blindfolded with black masks, carrying gleaming daggers, and they demanded money from me. But where would I get so much money? I hid the basket behind my back; it contained the radish cakes I had brought for Young Master Feng, still steaming hot. But one of the men snatched the basket from me, and the radish cakes scattered all over the ground.

I cried.

And then? What happened next?

I remember now, they tied me to a tree without saying a word. The rope was so tight. They not only bound my hands behind my back but also tightly bound my feet. One of my embroidered shoes fell off during the struggle; the peach blossoms on it were embroidered by my own hands. The tree stood silently behind me, my back pressed tightly against its rough bark, unable to move. I had never been bound before; I was terrified. I screamed desperately, hoping the young master would hear me. But a bandit gagged me with a wad of white cloth. I felt a rope around my neck, but I couldn't see what it looked like.

I only felt the rope tighten, I couldn't make a sound, I couldn't breathe, I grew colder and colder, my vision grew darker and darker…

The last thing I heard was his name—Situ Feng.

I stood in the cold wind, thinking. I didn't notice anyone approaching me.

Where was the tree?

Where were the bandits?

Where was my basket?

Where was my lover?…

The clanging of chains startled me awake. A man in a long black robe, with a dark complexion, stood blankly before me, holding a silver chain.

“Who are you? Are you a bandit too?” I asked.

“No. I am not a bandit,” he said.

"Can you tell me where I am? I can't find my home."

"You have no home."

"Why? I've only been out for a short while, how come everything is different?"

"Yes. Everything is different. Even you are different."

"Me? What happened to me?"

"Try walking."

I tried taking two steps forward. I found my steps so light, as if I could fly.

"What happened?"

"It's simple. You're dead."

"What? I'm dead?"

"Yes. You are a ghost now. Just like me. I am Black Impermanence."

I couldn't speak. I looked down at myself; everything was still so lifelike.

"However, you are a wandering ghost. According to the Book of Life and Death, you should still have 32 years of life left." Black Impermanence told me expressionlessly.

"Unfortunately, you were killed. You are a wronged ghost."

"Why? Why did you kill me?"

"Don't ask, Ling'er. Let me lock you up and come with me to see King Yama. He will pity you. You did no evil in your life, so he will let you reincarnate early."

"Make me become someone else? No!"

"Listen to me. Granny Meng has some delicious hot soup. If you drink it, you won't feel cold anymore, and you'll forget all your grievances and sorrows. In your next life, be a good person."

I knelt down in front of Black Impermanence.

“Brother Wuchang, I can’t go see King Yama with you, nor can I drink the Meng Po soup. I died unjustly, and I still don’t know why I died. My beloved Situ Feng doesn’t know of my death. Please let me see him one last time. I can’t forget him. We promised to meet on the Bridge of Helplessness.

Please let me return to the mortal world to see him!”

Black Impermanence’s figure moved slightly. The Soul-Chasing Rope swayed with a cold silver light.

“I can’t…” He lowered his head.

I silently shed tears.

In the wilderness, the two lonely ghosts faced each other in silence.

Finally, he cupped my face.

“Beautiful Ling’er, devoted Ling’er, do you know what this will bring?”

I knelt at his feet and shook my head. My long black hair swayed gently, and a small, pale yellow flower drifted down. I noticed a hint of tenderness flash in Black Impermanence’s cold eyes; he was a handsome young man.

“Fine,” he said through gritted teeth. “I’ll take responsibility. Ling’er, go. Time is short. You can only appear and speak to him in the dead of night. However, the King of Hell is shrewd and discerning; you will ultimately not escape my soul-chasing rope…”

I bowed deeply in gratitude and drifted away in the direction he pointed.

Black Impermanence quietly picked up the small yellow flower.

The soul-chasing rope trembled.

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(III)

Wu Yuanzhou pointed to a girl in the back row who was practicing her hand positions in front of a mirror and said to Teacher Yao, “I want her to play Ling’er.”

Teacher Yao squinted and carefully examined her. “You mean Lin Xi?”

“The one in black, is her name Lin Xi?”

“Yes. However, in terms of skills, she’s not the best in the class. She’s never been a lead dancer, and I’m worried…”

“But I’ve noticed that she has a melancholic air about her, which suits the role of Ling’er very well.”

“Do you think so?” Teacher Yao looked at Wu Yuanzhou with a somewhat distrustful gaze.

Wu Yuanzhou nodded firmly. “Yes. It’s her.”

“Then, I’m afraid we’ll have to give her some special treatment.” After saying that, Teacher Yao turned to the girls and clapped her hands. “Everyone, pay attention, we’re going to briefly assign roles, but these are temporary, we’ll adjust them later…”

Lin Xi never expected that she would be assigned the lead role of Ling’er. She looked at Wu Yuanzhou in confusion, knowing that this was definitely not Teacher Yao’s intention.

Wu Yuanzhou nodded slightly.

A few girls muttered unconvinced, but Teacher Yao stopped them. She announced that today’s homework was to carefully read the script. For now, everyone had to finish their ballet class, line up, listen to the piano, and do their combinations.

But for the entire class, Lin Xi’s mind was elsewhere.

Teacher Yao understood and didn’t say anything to her. To be performing in a major production, especially as the lead, was something no student could possibly be calm about.

After class, Wu Yuanzhou personally handed the script to Lin Xi. “This is my most heartfelt and favorite script, and I’m going to direct it myself. I hope you…”

Lin Xi didn’t say anything. She lowered her long eyelashes and nodded.

"Analyze the characters carefully, prepare your notes, and come to my dorm if you have any questions." Wu Yuanzhou said and left.

Lin Xi, clutching the heavy script, looked around helplessly.

After class, male and female students chatted and laughed, walking proudly like swans along the tree-lined paths. This was the scenery of the dance academy.

Lin Xi wanted to find a quiet place to carefully interpret this story of ghosts and humans.

"The incense smoke from the teapot is still green after the tea is finished, and the fingers are still cool after the game of chess by the secluded window."

Lin Xi particularly liked this couplet at the Green Smoke Teahouse. However, nowadays young people prefer karaoke bars and pubs… A thin layer of dust had settled on a Go board under the wooden lattice window covered with white Xuan paper.

Lin Xi picked up a wooden table in front of a window in the corner of the teahouse and sat down. She sat in the afternoon sunlight, relaxing herself, closing her eyes slightly, her vision filled with a warm, reddish glow. A young woman from out of town, wearing a blue and white printed apron, brought her a pot of green tea. The delicate purple clay teapot was faintly engraved with a couplet in small seal script. Lin Xi stroked the couplet with her slender fingers; she felt that watching "The Soul-Chasing Rope" here was perfect.

The young woman put on a guzheng piece and then went to the door to sunbathe with a lazy yellow cat. Only Lin Xi remained in the teahouse. She sipped her tea slowly from the small purple clay cup, watching the wisps of green smoke rise and listening to the melodious ancient music…

(IV)

Resurrection.

I remember wearing a peach-colored gauze dress when I went out. How did my dress turn white as I walked?

"You are dead. Like me, you are a ghost!" Black Impermanence's words rang in my ears.

So, I am a ghost! Ghosts should be pale.

Tears welled up in my eyes! I quickened my pace; I had to see Young Master Feng quickly!

Why were the scenes before me becoming more and more familiar?

The stream sang a song, the flowers danced…

and then I saw that big tree! Suddenly, I saw it!

It was a towering pine tree, its dense green branches casting a cool shade and a dark shadow on the ground. I saw a young girl bound to the tree. She wore a peach-colored gauze dress, her long black hair was tied up with a jade hairpin, and two small, playful yellow flowers were tucked behind her ears.

Her face was as pure as snow, with arched eyebrows and a slightly upturned nose. A wad of white cloth was stuffed into her mouth. Her eyes were closed, a single, glistening tear clinging to her long eyelashes. Her head was drooping to one side, as if she were having a nightmare.

I really wanted to wake her up quickly.

But I cannot.

She was bound to a large tree with hemp rope. Her hands were tied behind her back, her slender wrists intertwined, two ropes binding them tightly. Her feet were also bound with hemp rope, a small embroidered shoe with peach blossoms lying to one side. She stood straight against the tree, the hemp rope tightly wrapped around her chest, waist, and legs. So tightly bound, her gauze skirt was torn, and clear purple bruises were visible on her snow-white skin… especially her neck. A deadly white silk ribbon was wrapped around her neck like a snake. The white silk ribbon tightly strangled her, strangled her life, ended her love, and now it still gleamed with a cold white light, as if boasting its victory.

A gust of wind blew by. The leaves rustled.

I watched my body grow colder and colder in the desolate woods, watched the flowers at my temples wither away, watched the cruel ropes and cold white silks mockingly stare at me… I desperately tried to pounce on them and tear them apart, but each time I passed through my own body, my illusory soul could only utter weak moans!

I felt as if I were bound again, my whole body tense, shivering uncontrollably.

“Swish, swish,” the sound of the soul-tracing ropes drifted faintly on the wind. I was startled, turned around, and saw no one.

Should I turn back now, to accept the cycle of life in the underworld?

Or should I keep moving forward, searching aimlessly for the grudges and passions of my past life?

I felt isolated and helpless, I had nothing, not even a shadow. People often say, “A person is always alone,” but I didn’t even have a shadow for company… This is the tragedy of a ghost.

Night fell.

So completely dark, not even a single star was visible. A crow fluttered past me, and I suddenly remembered that the dead of night was my chance; I still had a chance to see my beloved one more time.

Thinking of Feng Gongzi, I felt a warmth rise within me.

We were in love, ever since that chance encounter in the woods. I was picking green wood ear fungus when he rode his horse and burst into my heart… He loved listening to me sing beautiful folk songs, and I loved watching him wield his Longquan sword. We secretly met in the woods; I brought him delicious walnut pastries, and he gave me a beautiful red scarf. But that day, he silently held my hand and said that his father had ordered him to marry a girl he had never met on the sixteenth of April. The girl's father was a high-ranking official in the court; they were a perfect match, a handsome man and a beautiful woman. Moreover, the girl was knowledgeable, virtuous, and gentle.

I didn't know how to answer him. He hadn't come to me seeking an answer.

I knew I was just a mountain girl who could sing folk songs, and I knew I wasn't qualified to step through that vermilion gate. I told him I'd bring him fragrant radish cakes next time.

But there was no next time.

"Silly girl, your time is running out..." Black Impermanence stood behind me.

I'd gradually gotten used to my ghostly identity, and his sudden appearance didn't startle me at all.

"Brother Impermanence, are you here to bind me?"

"Sigh, I can't let you go. You drifted here, just to see yourself one last time?"

"No, I don't know either. What should I do?"

"Let me tell you, those bandits you encountered were actually sent by Master Situ. He bribed some assassins to impersonate bandits and take your life. All this so his son could wholeheartedly complete his desired marriage. Silly girl, do you want to go to the Situ mansion now to witness your beloved's wedding night?"

Black Impermanence took my hand.

"Come back with me. I'll gently bind you with the Soul-Chasing Rope; it won't hurt."

I looked at Black Impermanence gratefully.

“Brother Wuchang, I’m really not reconciled. I want to see him one more time, to tell him that I can’t wait for him on the Bridge of Helplessness anymore. I hope, I hope his bride will make him radish cakes…”

Black Impermanence sighed softly. He pulled my hand and supported my waist: “Let’s go!”

(V)

Wu Yuanzhou changed into his practice clothes.

He decided to play the role of Black Impermanence in “The Soul-Chasing Chain” himself.

This is actually a very complex character. He is a ghost, but he has human warmth. He is given the mission of capturing lonely souls, but he violates this duty and silently falls in love with the wronged Ling’er.

The silver soul-chasing chain binds two helpless souls.

The rehearsals of the past few days have not satisfied him. The group dance part in the dance drama is now being rehearsed by Teacher Yao and the students. He now needs to focus on rehearsing several duets with Lin Xi and Lin Xi’s solo parts. But for some reason, this girl always seems to be missing something. Her movements are basically in place, but she just can’t capture the spirit of the character. That night, Wu Yuanzhou went to the practice room alone. He didn't turn on the lights, but after turning on the tape recorder, he danced his solo dance "Chase" under the bright moonlight.

This was a monologue-style dance about Hei Wuchang's decision to chase after Ling'er and help her after her return to the world of the living. The dance was short, but the movements were very large.

After a fast-paced section, Hei Wuchang ended the dance with a big leap. Wu

Yuanzhou was sweating a lot, and as he wiped himself, he turned on the light.

A girl in black appeared in the large mirror.

Lin Xi.

"Lin Xi? What brings you here? Aren't you resting?" Wu Yuanzhou was surprised, but deep down he seemed to be secretly anticipating this moment.

"Teacher Wu..."

"I'm not your teacher, don't call me that. I'm your senior brother, by all accounts." Wu Yuanzhou put on his coat, held onto the barre, and stretched his ankles.

"I know I didn't dance well, I... disappointed you... didn't I?" Lin Xi asked timidly.

"You're just insecure. Look at yourself in the mirror, you're so good! The graduation play is all set, I bet the 'Ballet Troupe' will specifically ask for you!"

"Don't tease me, I know I haven't met your expectations." Lin Xi lowered her head. "Actually, I practice every night... but..."

Wu Yuanzhou knew this wasn't the time for jokes. "Lin Xi, can you tell me what you find most difficult? I'll help you."

"I... I don't know why, but as soon as that 'Soul-Chasing Rope' touches me, I get nervous, my body stiffens, and I can't move..." Lin Xi blushed and lowered her head.

Wu Yuanzhou was speechless for a moment. He hadn't expected Lin Xi to ask such a question.

After a moment of silence, Wu Yuanzhou said, "Lin Xi, I think your character analysis and biography show a good understanding of Ling'er. The Soul-Chasing Rope has a hidden meaning; it's actually a symbol of a helpless fate. Ling'er and Black Impermanence are two ghosts. Ghosts are supposed to be frightening, but they aren't; they are both kind. The Soul-Chasing Rope connects two kind ghosts, and Black Impermanence also has a silent love embedded in it. You should love these two ghosts; don't be afraid..."

Lin Xi bravely raised her head and looked into Wu Yuanzhou's eyes. "Let's rehearse the 'Soul-Chasing' scene, like you did just now!"

Wu Yuanzhou paused for a moment: "You mean now?"

"Yes." A blush crept onto Lin Xi's cheeks.

Over the past few days of rehearsals, Lin Xi had fallen deeply in love with the character of Ling'er. This beautiful and kind spirit was comparable to Giselle.

For some reason, she also seemed to have fallen a little in love with Wu Yuanzhou—the Black Impermanence. When they danced pas de deux, the masculine scent of his sweat often made Lin Xi unconsciously blush.

This was her first solo dance, and she tried her best to dance well, much better! But she knew from Wu Yuanzhou's eyes that she hadn't met his expectations. She also knew that many girls were gossiping behind her back, very resentful that she had gotten the role of Ling'er. She could only practice diligently, working overtime in the rehearsal room every night. Unexpectedly, today, she met Wu Yuanzhou.

Wu Yuanzhou was a talented man; after graduating with a bachelor's degree in ballet, he went on to pursue a master's degree. His script was romantic and poignant, and many girls wanted to perform in his graduation play. However, he chose Lin Xi, whose skills weren't particularly outstanding. What he valued was Lin Xi's temperament. Temperament is a difficult thing to define; many girls are prettier and taller than Lin Xi, but they lack the calm, elegant, even melancholic aura she possessed. Lin Xi wasn't a shallow or frivolous girl. Wu Yuanzhou trusted his eyes on this.

It was precisely those subtly melancholic eyes that had attracted him.

Now, those eyes were staring at him.

Wu Yuanzhou's heart began to race. He silently walked to the door of the practice room, gently closed it, and then, pressing the light switch, gazed intently at Lin Xi.

Lin Xi removed her overcoat.

She had already changed into her practice clothes. A black, tight-fitting elastic outfit outlined Lin Xi's beautiful figure; her neck was long and fair, with a thin red ribbon faintly visible.

Wu Yuanzhou watched as she changed into her red ballet shoes, carefully tying the red ribbon around her ankles. Then, she walked to the center of the room, using her left leg as the supporting leg, taking a half step back with her right foot, her toes touching the ground, her hands hanging naturally in front of her in a "first" position. Then, she turned to Wu Yuanzhou, her long eyelashes fluttering twice: "Brother Wuchang, please take me away..."

Wu Yuanzhou turned off the light.

Moonlight streamed in, and music began...

The dark world is the world of ghosts.

Black Impermanence and Ling'er danced gracefully, sometimes entwined, sometimes searching and chasing each other. The heartbroken Ling'er was reluctant to leave the warmth of the human world's lights, yet helplessly succumbed to the call of the underworld... Black Impermanence wanted to take Ling'er to see Yama, but was deeply attracted by this devoted girl, and hesitated to raise the Soul-Chasing Rope in his hand...

The Soul-Chasing Rope used in rehearsals was made of cotton rope by the prop master, white, two fingers wide, and 4 or 5 meters long. For the actual performance, it would be decorated with silver powder to give it a metallic look.

The music reached its climax.

Wu Yuanzhou raised the Soul-Chasing Rope!

When the Soul-Chasing Rope touched Lin Xi, Wu Yuanzhou clearly heard her let out a soft moan: "Oh..."

Wu Yuanzhou froze, holding the Soul-Chasing Rope helplessly. He tried to capture Lin Xi's feelings in the moonlight.

Lin Xi buried her face in the darkness; her black training clothes were like an invisibility cloak, helping her hide her shyness.

Wu Yuanzhou felt Lin Xi's slight trembling. He hesitated, wondering whether to...

Lin Xi murmured as if in a dream: "Brother Wuchang..."

"Ling'er..." Wu Yuanzhou suddenly entered Wuchang's world.

"Brother Wuchang, you... take me away..."

"Ling'er, I will use the Soul-Chasing Rope to bind you!"

"Yes, Brother Wuchang..." Lin Xi broke free from the rules of dance.

She slid to Wu Yuanzhou's feet, obediently placing her hands behind her back.

Without hesitation, Wu Yuanzhou wrapped the Soul-Chasing Rope around Lin Xi's neck, then around her arms twice, folding her forearms behind her back and pulling them upwards in a traditional Chinese binding style, binding Lin Xi's arms behind her back. He tied them tightly with a sturdy knot.

Lin Xi offered no resistance.

Suddenly, the music stopped, and the tape recorder clicked, startling both of them.

Wu Yuanzhou instinctively jumped back.

Lin Xi slowly raised her face.

The moonlight shone on them.

Quietly, quietly, they gazed at each other.

Lin Xi's features were soft, her eyes showing no displeasure or panic, but rather a clarity that seemed even greater than before. Her small mouth opened slightly, revealing pearly teeth, and the corners of her lips turned up slightly…

Wu Yuanzhou was stunned. Was she smiling at him? Yes, she smiled. The white rope wrapped around her black training clothes created a beautiful picture, like a black and white art photograph. What was remarkable was the girl's serene and gentle demeanor, and the beautiful shape the ropes had conjured around her.

Wu Yuanzhou moved quietly, walking around Lin Xi silently, admiring her from every angle. Lin Xi maintained her posture, but he could feel her trembling—a trembling from the depths of her heart.

Finally, Wu Yuanzhou returned to Lin Xi. He silently knelt before her, and Lin Xi knelt as well, her hands bound behind her back.

After a long while, Wu Yuanzhou sighed, opened his arms, and tightly embraced Lin Xi. He stroked her bound arms and rubbed her already cold hands.

He did not untie her.

In Wu Yuanzhou's arms, Lin Xi clearly smelled his masculine scent, a scent that almost made her faint. She couldn't help but shed tears—warmth, safety, and love… She didn't want him to untie her.

After an unknown amount of time, Wu Yuanzhou felt Lin Xi's breathing become steady. He asked softly, "Are you feeling better?"

"Yes," Lin Xi said in an extremely soft voice, as if afraid of waking herself. "I used to think that being bound was a shameful thing for a woman, and I was terrified. The moment that Soul-Chasing Rope touched me, I... Now, I've found a sense of peace and security. I think it's you, it's your Soul-Chasing Rope that brought me this. I'm bound by it, but I feel embraced by you... I'm not afraid anymore..."

"Lin Xi, you, you're so beautiful now..."

"Shh..."

...

Outside the window, the light lingered.

(VI)

The Bridal Chamber.

I followed Brother Wuchang into the Situ Mansion. No one saw us because we were ghosts.

But I was still very scared. The place was decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers, obviously there had just been a lively wedding.

My heart was bleeding; I knew whose wedding it was.

Black Wuchang silently watched me, and he grabbed my hand: "Ling'er, do you really want to go in?"

I had no choice; I wanted to see him.

His bridal chamber was in the backyard.

It was quiet here.

Black Impermanence pointed to a small building with green tiles and told me to go inside. I didn't dare let go of his hand; I was suddenly terrified he would leave me. Although he held that cold, icy Soul-Chasing Rope, I felt safe with him by my side.

"Go, Ling'er, I'll be by your side." Black Impermanence cupped my face; I saw his eyes were wet.

Without pushing open the door or opening the window, I floated into his bridal chamber.

The bright red bridal chamber dazzled my eyes. I steadied myself and saw the bride. She wore a red veil, a red dress, and red shoes, sitting on the wedding bed draped in red curtains. The red wedding candles flickered with lively flames.

I really wanted to see her. Was she beautiful? Was her voice pleasant? Were her hands skillful?

Was she kind?

I pondered these thoughts. Ah, right, where is my Feng Gongzi? Where is he?

Suddenly, the door was kicked open!

The bride was startled, and so was I.

It was Feng Gongzi!

He was also dressed in red, but why were his eyes red too?

Oh, he was crying!

He rushed into the room, sobbing!

"Give me back Ling'er! Give me back Ling'er!" He suddenly grabbed the bride's shoulders in a frenzy, the red veil slipped down, and the bride's beautiful face was filled with astonishment. Perhaps hurt by the grip, she cried out in pain, "My lord! What are you saying?"

"I'm talking about you, give me back Ling'er!"

"Who is Ling'er?" The innocent bride was terrified!

"To make me marry you! They killed Ling'er! I know! I know! There were no robbers!

No highway robbery! It was all for you, they killed my beloved Ling'er! They were so cruel, they tied my Ling'er to a tree and strangled her to death! Ling'er, it's all my fault!"

The young master threw the terrified bride onto the bed, and frantically bound her tightly with the red ribbons used for the wedding ceremony!

"Give me back Ling'er! Give me back Ling'er!" he shouted, his eyes bloodshot.

The poor bride struggled and cried out for her parents.

I froze, unsure what to do.

I heard a faint sigh. I knew Black Impermanence had come to my side.

I turned around, looking at him pleadingly.

He waved his hand, the door opened, and cries immediately rang out. I heard people running towards us. "Ling'er, what else do you want to say to him?"

I shook my head. I couldn't give him anything in life, and I can't give him anything in death.

People rushed over and rescued the terrified bride. Young Master Feng collapsed to the ground, his eyes glazed over, as if he could see me standing before him. He kept calling out to me, "Ling'er, come back, Ling'er, come back..."

I cried. My lord, forget the promise at the Bridge of Helplessness!

The arriving doctor said that Young Master Feng had gone mad. The bride's cries grew louder. Master Situ sat in his chair, saying nothing.

I watched as people carried Young Master Feng into another warm room, where he had fallen into a deep sleep. The doctor said that perhaps one day, he would forget me, and then his illness would be cured. I heard his family cursing me. Those vicious words were unlike anything I'd ever heard before. But I listened intently to every single one.

I prayed silently, "Heavens, if only he could forget me, I'd be willing to never be reincarnated!"

Black Impermanence gripped my hand tightly. He heard my inner prayer, and he shook his head at me, trying to tell me about the horrors of hell. But for Young Master Feng, I was willing.

Black Impermanence squeezed my hand so hard it hurt.

"Very well," he said, "then I can stay with you forever."

"Brother Impermanence..."

"Ling'er..."

"Brother Impermanence, you... take me away..."

"Ling'er, I'll use the Soul-Chasing Rope to bind you!"

"Yes, Brother Impermanence..."

………………

(VII)

The Underworld.

Resurrection

. Bridal Chamber.

The performance of the first three acts was a great success, and Lin Xi didn't know how much applause came from the audience. She was completely immersed in the story.

During a scene change, behind the curtain, Wu Yuanzhou grabbed Lin Xi's hand. "Ling'er, my dear Ling'er!"

"Brother Wuchang, are you going to take me to the underworld next?"

"Yes. Are you afraid?"

"No, I'm not afraid. You'll bind me with the Soul-Chasing Rope, won't you?"

"Yes. Are you afraid?"

"No. I'm not afraid. I'm willing."

Wu Yuanzhou couldn't help but pull Lin Xi into his arms, holding her hands tightly behind her back. He knew they would perform exceptionally well in the final scene, "Soul Locking"!

The lights dimmed.

The music began.

A spotlight shone on the stage.

Lin Xi, dressed in a white gauze dress, gracefully leaped onto the stage.

Her nimble toes moved like a white butterfly dancing in the dim world.

A gentle breeze suddenly blew into her body; Ling'er had come. Lin Xi felt it.

"Brother Wuchang, Brother Wuchang, take me away, take me away from this chaotic mortal world!"

I rushed into the night sky, my sorrowful tears turning into shooting stars. I never want to hear another sound from the human world!

I am a ghost, drifting aimlessly, without support, I come without a trace, I go without a trace, I feel neither sorrow nor joy, neither resentment nor regret. Once I cross the Bridge of Helplessness, climb the Stone of Longing for Home, and drink the Soup of Oblivion, I will have no love, no hate, no worries, no troubles!

A "clattering" sound rang out behind me.

Brother

Wuchang raised his Soul-Chasing Rope! Amidst the drifting music, Wu Yuanzhou, playing the Black Impermanence, entered the stage. He brandished a shimmering silver chain, chasing after Ling'er, whose white dress fluttered in the wind.

"Ling'er, you infatuated woman! You died for love, you grieved for love, even I, this cold and selfless ghost of Wuchang, shed a handful of tears for you! Sever the grudges of this mortal world, come with me, come with me..."

Brother Wuchang's Soul-Chasing Rope drew a beautiful silver line in the night sky.

I knelt gracefully at his feet, stretched out my neck and arms, letting the cold chains coil around my body like snakes!

Black Impermanence bound my frail body with iron chains. The roar of the chains echoed in my ears. I felt a mixture of helplessness and resentment...

The Soul-Chasing Rope locked my neck and hands, and also my heart. I was powerless to struggle. I surrendered my soul: "Brother Impermanence, take me away!"

Black Impermanence shook the chains, and with a "clatter," Ling'er's body floated up!

Lin Xi, bound by the silver Soul-Chasing Rope, was lifted high by Wu Yuanzhou.

Black Impermanence danced with the chains, and in the flash of silver light, the two spirits began a dance of the netherworld!

Wu Yuanzhou pulled on the Soul-Chasing Rope, spinning and leaping with Lin Xi, finally freezing in a silhouette-like pose.

Ling'er... Lin Xi...

Black Impermanence... Wu Yuanzhou...

Soul-Chasing Rope!

The curtain closed.

The lights came on.

Applause surged onto the stage like a tidal wave.

Lin Xi, her whole body bound by the Soul-Chasing Rope, slumped in the center of the stage, sobbing uncontrollably. Until Wu Yuanzhou gently picked her up.

All the dancers had finished their curtain call, and the curtain slowly rose again.

Wu Yuanzhou took Lin Xi's hand and led her to the front of the stage, bowing deeply to the audience.

Lin Xi felt dizzy, and involuntarily gripped the Soul-Chasing Rope tightly, pulling herself closer to Wu Yuanzhou.

They held hands like that until the tide gradually receded...

(VIII)

Green Smoke Teahouse.

Lin Xi and Wu Yuanzhou sat by the window, quietly playing chess, with a pot of tea in hand. The game had reached its endgame, and Lin Xi had won by half a point. She happily tossed her black pieces into the chess box.

"No more, no more, I won!"

"Hehe, I let you win, silly girl!" Wu Yuanzhou smiled at Lin Xi.

"I don't care anymore, I get a reward for winning!" Lin Xi tilted her head and said mischievously.

"Tell me, what reward do you want?"

"I want something!"

"Oh? What is it?"

"Guess!"

"I can't guess."

"So silly!"

"Just confess, hehe, how about we play another game?" Wu Yuanzhou pretended to start a new game of chess.

"No, I'll tell you..." A blush crept across Lin Xi's beautiful face. She leaned close to Wu Yuanzhou's ear and whispered three words: "The Soul-Chasing Rope..."

Wu Yuanzhou pulled Lin Xi tightly into his arms.

The afternoon sunlight was truly beautiful.

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