Chapter 17: Who He Is
215 Words
Shen Moyan sat in the shop, staring at the Purple Tenuity Divine Weapon, his mind blank.
What did "you" mean?
How could he be at the bottom of the well?
"Don't let her confuse you." Zhu Quan said. "She talks in riddles. Who knows what's true and what's not?"
"But what she said about Lu Jiuyuan's memories—that's real."
"True." Zhu Quan was silent a moment. "But her saying you're that thing at the bottom—I don't buy it. If you were that thing, how could we live inside you? We'd have been eaten long ago."
Shen Moyan thought about it. Made sense.
Zhang Sanfeng spoke up: "This humble one has a question."
"What?"
"She says she wrote that book. But this humble one has seen the original—it's a Ming Dynasty imprint, author is Zhu Quan."
"Right." Zhu Quan said. "I wrote it."
"Then who is she?"
All three fell silent.
After a long moment, Shen Moyan spoke: "Whoever she is, what she says—can't believe all of it, can't dismiss all of it. I need to check on Lu Jiuyuan."
He stood up and headed for the door.
At the threshold, his phone rang. A text message, unknown number:
"Don't go to him. Come to me. —Liu Hanyan"
- Writer
