More unfamiliar words, none of which Lu Wuming had ever heard, met his eyes. He looked at Liu Buli's face and, by some strange impulse, nodded.
Whatever the other person intended to do, he understood it was a question. If asked if he needed anything, then he needed everything.
Liu Buli had only meant it as a joke, never expecting the other party to take it so seriously. Seeing the earnestness in Lu Wuming's eyes, Liu Buli knew that refusing now would surely disappoint him.
In that case, as a master and as an elder brother, he absolutely had to keep his word!
With his resolve firm, Liu Buli cleared his throat, rummaged through his memories, and sang the first lullaby of his life.
It was sung beautifully.
After all, Lu Wuming had never heard anyone sing before.
The melody was indeed different from ordinary speech, but a warning siren blared in his mind, telling him that for his own ears' sake, it was better not to listen any further.
Lu Wuming fell silent for a moment, then raised his hands to cover his ears.
Liu Buli saw his action and was deeply hurt.
He knew he sang terribly, but couldn't he at least be given some face?
Awkwardly touching his nose, Liu Buli shut his mouth obediently.
Hearing the silence, Lu Wuming on the side finally closed his eyes.
He actually wanted to tell Liu Buli that he didn't need anyone to accompany him. He just wanted to know how to use the bed; nothing else mattered.
But the gentle patting was so warm that even without opening his eyes, Lu Wuming knew Liu Buli's gaze upon him was filled with warmth.
Like the sun.
He couldn't bear to lose this warmth, so he said nothing.
Before long, he sank into a deep sleep.
Lu Wuming had initially thought that after encountering so many unbelievable things today, he might still be able to enjoy that sun-like warmth in his dreams.
But that was not the case.
In his dream, he was back in that cellar.
Liu Buli, holding the malice he had just retrieved, made him eat it.
He didn't want to eat it; he still remembered the taste of the pastries he had eaten today. That sweet, cloying aroma would be completely contaminated if he ate malice and resentment.
He wanted to escape, but Liu Buli pried open his mouth and, with pliers, pulled out his teeth, just as he had done every other time before.
Finally, the malice and resentment were stuffed directly into his mouth, and he could only swallow.
The pain in his stomach was unbearable, but this time, no one rubbed it for him.
He heard Liu Buli's voice nearby.
Filled with contempt and anger, he said, "You're just a monster, not even human, and you dare to resist? Next time, I'll break all your bones. Let's see how you resist then."
After speaking, he cast a cold glance at him and turned to leave.
Lu Wuming, however, stared at Liu Buli's retreating back and felt an inexplicable sense of relief.
Yes, this was how Liu Buli should be.
He should remain like this.
He should curse him, insult him, and always look at him with that cold gaze, as if he were looking at some filthy trash.
He shouldn't smile at him, shouldn't have any contact with him, and certainly shouldn't have brought him to sleep in that ridiculous bed.
Only then could he confidently rush forward, hide in the darkness, find the opportune moment, and tear apart that fair skin...
Suddenly, the scene from yesterday's hot spring flashed in his mind.
Lu Wuming jolted awake, his eyes wide open.
The unfamiliar beams and roof above told him that everything he had just experienced was merely a nightmare. He was still in that room, still lying in bed.
Most importantly, the sky outside had brightened, and sunlight streamed through the window, once again revealing the sun to him.
His fingers trembling, he pressed against the window and slowly pushed it open a crack.
Lu Wuming saw clearly that the sunlight outside was brilliant, bathing the entire land in radiance.
This was the scene he had longed to see before his death.
He never expected to see it again.
Lu Wuming stared blankly at everything outside. It was just an ordinary courtyard dwelling, but bathed in sunlight, it made him want to weep.
How he wished he could see such a scene.
A scene he had never witnessed from birth to death in his previous life...
His heart began to race again, but then he heard a soft sound from behind him as the wooden door was pushed open from the outside.
Lu Wuming immediately turned his head, his eyes filled with killing intent, tension, and hostility. Seeing that it was Liu Buli who had entered, he couldn't help but relax his guard slightly.
Realizing his subconscious relaxation towards this person, Lu Wuming frowned again.
How could he be like this?
This was his enemy, a snake in human skin.
He had to remain vigilant, or one moment of carelessness would lead to eternal damnation.
Liu Buli entered holding the clothes he had promised yesterday. Knowing Lu Wuming wouldn't put them on himself, he went over, called him to his side, and helped him dress.
"The disciple initiation ceremony is set for the day after tomorrow. It's just enough time to get your clothes made. For the next two days, I'll introduce you to the senior disciples. They're all good people, and if I'm busy, they'll take care of you."
While dressing Lu Wuming, Liu Buli explained.
He didn't know how much of his words the other party understood, and he was also contemplating in his mind that besides cultivation techniques, he should also teach him how to speak and what those words truly meant.
There were many disciples in the Dan Sect, not just Liu Buli's, but also the disciples of the elders, all living in the same area.
After dressing Lu Wuming, Liu Buli took him around to meet them.
He still had preparations to make for the initiation ceremony and to arrange Lu Wuming's attire and sword, so he gave a few instructions, asked the senior disciples to help look after him, and then went off to attend to his own tasks.
This was the first time Lu Wuming had faced so many people alone.
But he didn't feel nervous. After all, in his previous life, he had made short work of these people, leading to their complete demise.
He had no memory of them, and the reason he killed them back then was simply because they were from the Dan Sect; nothing more.
Now, as everyone looked at him, and after Liu Buli left, they bombarded him with questions.
Lu Wuming couldn't answer most of them, and many he couldn't even understand. So, he remained silent, and he didn't see anything wrong with that.
After a while, they grew tired of asking.
One young man, who didn't look much older than him, frowned and said, "Tsk, what's with this junior disciple? Where did Master pick him up from? Can he not speak or understand people? I saw a monk bring him yesterday, and he was dirty and smelled a bit. Could he be some kind of monster?"
Lu Wuming didn't understand the other words, but the word "monster" was all too familiar to him.
Turning back, he could also see the malice in the young man's eyes.
A flicker of ferocity ignited in his pupils. Lu Wuming turned to look at the young man, his fingers transforming into sharp claws, and he attacked without hesitation.