Bamboo Case Chapter 50: I Have a Sword, Flute and Song Accompanied by the Moon

"Ah-Yun, you've grown thin."

The girl tilted her head, raising her hand to pinch Lu Yun's arm.

Lu Yun's eyes were bloodshot, and he could not utter a single word.

He could remain completely expressionless in the face of any danger, yet he could not remain indifferent before this girl.

Lu Yun was a block of cold ice, and Lu Cui was that ray of light.

"Sister, you haven't changed at all."

Looking at Lu Cui's face, Lu Yun murmured, "Just like before..."

Lu Cui smiled. "What's wrong with Ah-Yun? Did going out for a trip turn you into a fool?"

"Sir, this is an illusion!"

Behind Lu Yun, Song Lian shouted loudly, "Everything here is fake!"

"Fake?"

Lu Yun slowly raised his hand, wanting to touch the girl's face.

The girl only smiled and looked at him, not dodging.

Finally, Lu Yun touched Lu Cui's face.

"Sister, are you fake?"

"Yes, I am."

Lu Cui blinked, a flash of slyness in her eyes.

"Ah-Yun, you're still just as easy to fool."

Of course Lu Yun was not easy to fool; it was simply because the one who always fooled him was none other than this girl.

In an instant, Lu Yun seemed to have lost all his strength. He staggered backward, his gaze desolate.

"Fake, fake, it's all fake..."

Watching Lu Yun's distraught appearance, Lu Cui stepped forward.

No, I cannot let her get close to the sir again!

Song Lian gritted his teeth and blocked Lu Yun's path.

"You are not allowed to come closer!"

Lu Cui actually stopped in her tracks. She merely placed her hands behind her back, her fingers interlaced.

In the sunlight, the girl was just as she had been all those years ago, shining brilliantly.

"Ah-Yun, I miss you too. I know I'm fake, but the moment I see you, right here..."

Lu Cui placed her hand over her chest. "It hurts."

"Ah-Yun, wake up..."

Driven mad, Lu Yun pushed Song Lian aside from behind and rushed forward to grab hold of Lu Cui.

Yet, it was already too late.

Once again, Lu Yun failed to catch Lu Cui. Just as his fingertips were about to brush against the corner of her dress, the surrounding scenery shifted once more.

This time, Lu Yun and Song Lian arrived at the City Lord's Mansion.

Everything around them was arranged just as it had been before Lu Yun's departure, without much change.

Lu Cui sat before a writing desk, and standing behind her was an extraordinarily beautiful woman draped in a dragon robe.

It was none other than Yang Zhi.

The great demon Yang Zhi smiled and asked, "Well, have you finished writing the parting letter for your younger brother?"

With a pale face, Lu Cui nodded.

Lu Yun roared, throwing a punch toward Yang Zhi, but he touched nothing at all.

Yang Zhi could not see him, nor could Lu Cui.

This time, Lu Yun was merely a spectator who could change nothing.

He watched with his own eyes as his sister was 'devoured' by Yang Zhi, vanishing bit by bit, utterly powerless to stop it.

"Sister!!"

Lu Yun let out a cry of defiant rage.

"Hmph, after writing for so long, I thought it was something important. How boring."

Having eaten her fill, Yang Zhi walked over to the desk, picked up Lu Cui's final letter, glanced at it indifferently, and tossed it aside.

That letter happened to drift right in front of Lu Yun.

Lu Yun slowly squatted down and picked up the letter.

"Ah-Yun, do not worry about me. I... have gone to a very distant place with Mr. Xiao Zhai. The next time we meet, Sister will be able to protect you!"

Just a few short sentences, meant solely to ensure Lu Yun would not worry.

In the end, as if afraid Lu Yun would not believe it, the girl clumsily added a few more lines.

"Do not actively seek me out. When Sister becomes stronger, I will return. If in the end I do not return, Ah-Yun, you must not grieve; perhaps Sister has already become an immortal and forgotten all about you! After all, you are just a little brat I picked up on a whim, so don't take yourself too seriously! Finally, well, finally, Ah-Yun..."

"Forget me."

Seeing this, Lu Yun completely broke down. Tears poured from his eyes as he wept in silent agony.

Song Lian had never witnessed Lu Yun lose his composure like this—never, not even once.

The letter in Lu Yun's hand gradually dissipated, and the figure of Feifei began to fade as well.

"Feifei, I, Lu Yun, swear today that even if I never enter the cycle of reincarnation and become condemned by an entire world, I will surely kill you—most certainly!!"

With a hoarse voice, Lu Yun slowly stood up and walked to Song Lian's side.

"Sir..."

Song Lian felt somewhat nervous.

Lu Yun merely raised his head and said in a chilling voice, "Continue."

As Lu Yun's voice fell, the surroundings shifted once again.

Rain fell from the sky.

Lu Yun hated the rain, so his mood was extremely poor.

Until that figure in a white dress approached him holding an umbrella.

Song Lian was just about to speak when he saw Lu Yun wave a hand at him.

Lu Yun said nothing at all, merely walking side by side with the white-dressed figure under the umbrella, strolling through the rain.

"I knew it would be you this time," Lu Yun said softly.

"I am real, you know."

Sheng Ge held the umbrella. She was slightly taller than Lu Yun, so from Song Lian's perspective at that moment, the umbrella tilted slightly toward Lu Yun.

"I know."

"Did you see your sister back there?"

"Mn."

"You must be very sad."

"A little."

"Stubborn."

"Mn."

Sheng Ge halted her steps and looked at Lu Yun.

"Ah-Yun."

This was the first time she had used this form of address, so she felt slightly unnatural.

"With me accompanying you, whatever you do, never give up."

Lu Yun looked at Sheng Ge.

After a long while, he nodded.

Sheng Ge's figure gradually blurred, and she smiled, saying, "You know I am an ancient flood dragon, the sword spirit of a blade. Then do you know what this sword is called?"

Lu Yun shook his head.

"None of that matters anymore. You may give it a new name."

Sheng Ge bent down and handed the umbrella to Lu Yun.

A stray strand of dark hair brushed against Lu Yun's hand, tickling slightly, yet it was not unpleasant.

"Ban Yue."

Lu Yun's voice remained hoarse.

In the rain, he looked into Sheng Ge's eyes.

"I am not very good at naming things, but since you intend to accompany me, I cannot let you walk alone."

Lu Yun took the umbrella. At that moment, the previously scattered drizzle suddenly and peacefully came to a standstill.

Between heaven and earth, it seemed as though only the two figures beneath the umbrella remained.

"On the path ahead, you and I shall accompany one another, never to part."

Sheng Ge's face flushed slightly, yet she nodded.

"Okay."

The dark clouds dispersed, and the bright moon rose, yet a single white cloud remained, faithfully accompanying the bright moon by its side.

Sheng Ge's figure gradually faded away, and the umbrella in Lu Yun's hand vanished along with her.

In its place was a long sword.

That was the sword Sheng Ge had left for Lu Yun, which had finally found its name just moments ago.

Ban Yue.

I possess a single sword, with Sheng Ge accompanying the moon.

...

"Sir, you've woken up?!"

Looking at the overwhelmingly formidable aura radiating from Lu Yun, Song Lian's expression turned one of intense excitement.

Lu Yun nodded and said, "I've woken up. I remember everything."

"Then we..."

Before Song Lian could finish speaking, he found himself pointed at by a sword.

The youth wore a blank expression, his eyes filled with absolute disbelief.

"Sir, you—what are you doing?!"

"Xiao Zhai, Zhou Mi, or should I say, Mr. Jia—are you still going to pretend?"

Lu Yun said indifferently, "Having watched the entire way, did you find it somewhat uninteresting?"