The instinct of consciousness is to move closer to the past.
Just as the idea arises, the dream suddenly shatters into pieces.
...
My eyes are wide open.
The eye can see deep yellow wooden beams and a spider web.
In the spider web, a mosquito struggles hard, and the spider moves quickly with its eight legs to reach the prey, enjoying a big meal.
The breathing suddenly became very rapid.
I don't even know when I opened my eyes myself.
I felt very empty and anxious.
Suddenly straightening up, I breathed in great gasps.
In the dream, the red casket keeps floating in front of me.
Especially the wedding invitation envelope on the casket, more familiar......
How could it be so similar to the wedding letter given to me by Old Qin, Xu Nuan's wedding letter?
But my intuition tells me that it definitely isn't Xu Nuan's wedding letter.
After a long time, I barely managed to calm my emotions.
This dream is too eerie and bizarre.
I don't need to worry about it.
I turned over and got out of bed.
Heavens... it's dark outside.
It's only just getting dark, it's only a bit after seven.
There are two people in the right hall.
One is the short and rotund Lao Chu, holding a bowl with a spoon in his hand and standing beside another person.
The other person is also thin and tall, with a goat-like face that looks very similar to Mr. Yang.
I recognized him instantly; he must be Mr. Yang's older brother, Yang Guijin!
Mr. Yang gives the impression of being cunning and deceptive.
The aura of Yang Guijin is completely different; it's honest and simple!
But his eyes are glazed over, lacking in spirit.
Lao Chu scooped a full spoon of rice gruel into the bowl and fed it to Yang Guijin.
After Yang Guijin finished it in one go, he opened his mouth and laughed, mixing saliva with rice gruel.
Lao Chu wiped Yang Guijin's mouth, not at all bothered, and continued to feed him the gruel.
During this time, Lao Chu looked at me and revealed a trace of resistance.
I didn't pay any attention to him and shouted for Mr. Yang in the courtyard.
The door of the room across opened immediately, and Mr. Yang hurried out.
I walked straight towards him.
The two men met in the courtyard, and Yang's eyes showed a hint of evasion and irritation.
"No clues?" I sensed the implication.
Mr. Yang's old face turned red, followed by a layer of helplessness in his eyes.
"Nothing could be extracted through questioning, no matter how severe the punishment. After so many years in the walled city, I have never seen such a stubborn person." He shook his head in response.
Frowning, I walked towards Mr. Yang's room.
The layout of this room is as monotonous as mine, just a bed and a table.
However, several long nails were nailed into the right wall.
Chen Jun's wrist was pierced by the nails, and his entire body was nailed to the wall.
His head drooped motionless, and many cuts had been made on his clothes.
Indeed, Mr. Yang has already used many methods.
I walked up to Chen Jun, thought for a moment, and then raised my left hand.
With my right hand, I extracted a thin barber's blade and sliced through his fingers.
Following that, the five fingers were going to press against Chen Jun's forehead!
Suddenly, Chen Jun raised his head.
His normal left eye was closed, but the gray-white dead fish eye was staring wider!
"Get out!"
The voice was extremely angry and hollow, but it wasn't Chen Jun's voice; it was the middle-aged man's voice!
That's right, Chen Jun's father, Wei Youming's son.
Yang was startled and didn't dare to move forward.
I had a moment of uncertainty on my face.
Because the method I was about to use is called Extracting Soul.
Old Qin warned me that normally, soul extraction should not be used on innocent people, and once a person's soul is forcefully extracted while alive, it will cause irreversible damage.
It could result in dullness and foolishness at a light level, and death at a severe level.
Chen Jun is far from being an innocent person; even Tang Xu was killed indirectly by them.
He traded the artifacts owned by Wei Youming. Who knows if he has killed other people before Vengence?
But with the middle-aged man's ghost protecting Chen Jun, I have no way to intervene.
He seemed to be extremely wary of me and dared not come out of Chen Jun's body.
The tension continued for several minutes.
Chen Jun slowly lowered his head.
His normal eye opened up, and his gray-white dead fish eye became the semi-open and semi-closed appearance again.
As I raised my hand again, his gray-white dead fish eye slowly opened.
My expression became more and more uncertain.
Chen Jun was in great pain, and even his normal eyeballs were full of blood vessels!
The manager on the side was more afraid and anxious, so he whispered to me to go over there for a moment.
I stepped back to the side of the manager.
He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and his face showed great fear and caution, saying, "That ghost on him is very fierce and bizarre, easily able to possess people. Keep your distance."
"I was previously possessed by that ghost... I didn't expect it to be hidden in Chen Jun's body..."
It is clear that the manager is referring to the incident that occurred in the dormitory for relatives.
I didn't respond.
The manager was even more afraid and whispered, "Hand over Chen Jun to the walled city temple, Uncle Huang will hand the person over to the regulating monks. Once they extract information, they will join us in action."
"Brother's soul thread has been scattered, which will also affect him personally. It's been two days since we left the hospital, and I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on much longer."
"In fact... I should have known this would be a tough nut to crack, and I shouldn't have just left yesterday. I should have met with the monks instead."
I still didn't say anything, but I didn't deny that what the manager said was right.
Since we can't do anything, we can only look for people who are more capable.
However, if we can extract information from Chen Jun's mouth, we can take control of the situation ourselves.
Handing Chen Jun over now would put us in a completely passive position.
"Appearance-apprentice..." The manager's gaze on my face became more inquiring.
I narrowed my eyes again and stared at Chen Jun.
Suddenly, Chen Jun started laughing.
His laughter was filled with a sense of madness, as if the whole person couldn't bear the mental pressure and had collapsed.
In the next second, Chen Jun muttered something. His voice was too soft, making it almost impossible to hear what he was saying.
Then he nodded slightly, nodded his head, indicating for me to come over as well.
Before, I didn't have any feelings, but now Chen Jun's performance makes me feel uneasy about my heart.
The manager slightly shook his head and the caution and fear became more intense.
I blew out a breath of stale air, collected my wavering emotions, and made a decision.
"I can't hand him over to Uncle Huang. I have another more suitable person in mind." I said in a deep voice.
"What kind of person?" The manager was taken aback.
"Han Cuaozi." I answered.
The manager's pupils narrowed again.
He didn't say anything.
After a moment of thinking, I said, "Let's go to the supervision site tomorrow when it's daylight."
I'm not intentionally dragging the time, but Chen Jun's current state is quite complicated.
Wei Youming's son is too fierce, protecting Chen Jun.
It's easy for Yang to nail him to the wall, but to pull him down will be difficult.
We have to wait until dawn, when the ghostly soul cannot cause any trouble.
I have a hunch that the reason Wei Youming's son doesn't come out is because he is scared of the headless woman.
However, getting too close to Yang and the manager may have other consequences that we can't predict.
