"A moment of worry creased my brow, and my expression became extremely serious."
"Oh ooh ooh!" Old Gong stretched out the tone, with a hint of ambiguity: "Well, should I go back or avoid it?"
Qi Youyou remained unmoved, still lying on her side, still quietly watching me, her eyes reflecting my shadow.
I turned over in bed, staring at Qi Youyou, my breath slightly heavier.
"I can't do this." I said in a hoarse voice.
"I... am... with you," Qi Youyou slowly straightened up, her tone gentle.
"You... are... not alone..."
These words carried a hint of the ghostly woman's presence, brimming with affection and care, yet they left me feeling unsettled.
Firstly, I have Fengying, and it's impossible for anything as absurd as two women serving one husband to happen again.
Secondly, even without Fengying, humans and ghosts remain on different paths.
"You have been deceived."
"I apologize on behalf of Old Qin."
"I will help you resolve this issue."
But just as I said this, Qi Youyou suddenly vanished into thin air, leaving the bedside empty and vacant.
"Alas, my lord is lacking in taste, so very lacking in taste." Old Gong, however, wailed and moaned on the windowsill.
Without paying attention to his words, I stood still for a few minutes before lying down again.
Under compulsion, I had to draw out the residual soul on QI Youyou's body, which belonged exclusively to the headless woman. The portion of her soul must be purified. In this way, QI Youyou could return to normal.
However, the purification of the residual soul equivalent to making her disappear. My heart couldn't help but rise with a feeling of reluctance.
Why, QI Youyou can't control this remnant soul of hers? Earlier, when the soul part of her was detached from the head, which was much thicker than the remnant soul. She could dominate it.
After much thought, the conclusion seems to be that it's all due to Old Qin's overreliance on his calculations. He must have done many things with that strand of residual soul, and I still don't know about them.
Even if we need to extract souls, it can't be done now. At the very least, we need to solve the current issues and ensure safety first.
In the mist, I have a bad idea. If the remnant soul completely changes Qi Youyou, then we must have old Gong take the lead, and let Wu Jinuan and others work together to bury Qi Youyou in a certain place so that she can go to reincarnation.
In the end, it's all for her own good. I've repaid her for the protection and care she's given me over this long time.
At this thought, Lao Gong began to sing a tune, with a rhythmic and melancholic tone unique to ghosts. The lyrics were something like "I don't hate heaven or earth, only that I didn't fully understand you... I was infatuated with you for your sake, but I found out your true feelings were false, and you turned out to be heartless..."
Me: "..."
Lying back on the bed, I silently recited the Mantra for Purifying the Mind. The ghostly singing from Lao Gong did not appear in my ears, and it could no longer disturb my composure.
My mind became increasingly calm, and unconsciously, drowsiness set in. I fell into a deep sleep.
To begin with, I hadn't been plagued by nightmares for a long time. I was able to sleep well each time, waking up until dawn.
But that night, it was extremely long. Overlapping and disjointed dreams kept tormenting my consciousness. I dreamed that I had returned to the Black City Temple, back to the black cell, where I was being held captive. The place of confinement was where my father had once stayed. I was dressed in rags, and outside the iron bars of the cage were a host of Black Bhutas, crowded and dense in tiny rooms. They were also dressed in rags, reciting prayers in a language I couldn't understand.
Then, the Black Bhutas disappeared completely, and I was still in that cage, but there were several women who were crawling towards me, crawling towards me on all fours.
They... were also dressed in rags, arousing me…
No, even in the dream, I found this to be very eerie and terrifying!
The fearful emotions surged up, directly dispelling the elegance!
In fact, it's very difficult for people to realize they are dreaming in their dreams, and even harder to wake up. After becoming a Daoist, the most common practice is to observe the nose, observe the heart, and observe within the heart. Meditation is like letting the soul sleep. Various thoughts are like sprouting demons in one's heart. In this situation, you can stabilize your mind!
"Tai Tai Tai Xing, Yanbing Wu Ting, Qusi Fazhui, Baoming Hushen, Zhihui Ming Jing, Xin Shen An Ning, San Hun Yong Jiuhua Long Qing, Ji ji ru lu ling!"
I recited the Mantra for Purifying the Mind with firm words, and my tone was like a bell.
The scene before me changed again, and the women suddenly stood up. They joined their hands together in a gesture of reverence, and then vanished without a trace…
The dream had ended.
What was before me was fragmented, replaced by darkness when I closed my eyes.
But I felt an odd sensation of touch on my body, very cold and very gentle, as if a woman's hand was caressing my chest.
"Qi Youyou! Don't do this..."
I suddenly opened my eyes, but what I saw was not Qi Youyou!
By the bedside, a woman was lying down at an angle. She was not human; her skin was very white but carried a trace of blood. Especially her eyes, they carried the bloodlust and hatred characteristic of ghosts, with a bright red hue.
She was wearing a long skirt, one leg resting on top of mine, her hand pressing on my chest. Her chin was slightly raised as a thread of white mist emerged from me and into her nostrils, where she was savoring it meticulously.
What's chilling is her neck. There is a deep wound that can be seen through the bone, with completely cut veins.
My head suddenly buzzed, and a chill swept over me.
Bloody ghost spirits may not be frightening, but what's terrifying is that she's lying beside me. If I didn't wake up in my dream, what about Lao Gong?!
I clenched my hand with the seal, instinctively wanting to use the Dirt Bomb Sealing Spell.
The words of A Gong Lama echoed in my ears suddenly.
The woman reacted instinctively, and I felt a faint dizziness, and she disappeared without a trace…
My body shot up, and I jumped off the bed.
I glanced around and saw that Lao Gong was still on the windowsill, his eyes darting around frantically.
"How could you not remind me that there is…"
Before I could finish my sentence, Lao Gong clicked his tongue and said, "Are you... you're just letting your guard down, or did you have a dream that can't be described? She sucked your qi, touched your chest, and you called out the name of Miss Qi. Admit it, old man. You have feelings for the little Qin lady in your heart."
"In the mortal realm, the red flag is always flying high. In the underworld, well, it doesn't have to be colorful flags, but there should at least be one fluttering."
"Ridiculous!" My heart felt a bit congested.
I suddenly realized that Lao Gong had witnessed this scene. He was just playing around, thinking I didn't wake up because I wasn't alert enough, and it was more because I was a hypocrite.
"What's the trouble? I should have recorded this." Lao Gong was about to argue with me.
I gasped for breath before telling him about the strange dream I had, in which I almost got trapped in it and it wasn't as absurd as he thought.
Lao Gong was stunned instantly, muttering: "Dreaming about the Black City Temple, the Bhutas chanting mantras, and women crawling?"
Seeing Lao Gong become serious, I calmed down a bit and looked around the room.
This dream is definitely abnormal.
Black City Temple must be doing something to target me.
Likewise, this hotel is also not normal. Who would have ghosts in a good hotel?
"Old Gong, do you remember something?" Lao Gong suddenly asked me.
