I did not wake up because my dream had been shattered, but slept a little longer, and that dream appeared again.
But as soon as I approach the marriage document, the dream swiftly collapses!
Repeatedly, I don't even know how many times this dream has come.
From the beginning, when I approach the marriage document, the dream disappears, and by the end, as soon as I move my mind, the dream breaks into pieces.
Waiting for me to wake up, when I open my eyes, the room is filled with sunlight.
Although I didn't sleep very soundly, my spirit was at its most vibrant state during this period.
I rolled over, got out of bed, and pushed open the door to leave the room.
Just as I was about to leave the room, I saw little old Chu, who was about to lead Yang Gui Jin out.
Yang Gui Jin was tilting his head, smiling in a foolish way.
As they stepped out of the courtyard, old Chu turned his head and glanced at me.
The next second, a heavy click! The door slammed shut!
Old Chu didn't say a word, but he made it clear that he didn't want me around, pushing the sentiment to its extreme.
"Godly nephew," the voice of Mr. Yang called out.
I turned my head and saw that Mr. Yang was coming out of another door with two steaming bowls of hot noodles.
He nodded and gestured towards the front room. I followed him.
It was a simple soup noodle, with the eggs fried to a golden brown and sprinkled with chopped green onions on top, releasing a tantalizing aroma.
"Old Chu is like that..." Mr. Yang explained to me again, "Please be more understanding."
"It's okay, I understand."
I gradually began to believe some of the things Mr. Yang had said earlier.
"His older brother Yang Gui Jin treats my father like a brother and a friend, while old Chu is one of his long-time companions. Therefore, I can completely understand his attitude towards me."
After all, who would have thought that, after just one incident, Yang Gui Jin would go mad for ten years?
"Mr. Chen is fine, the talisman is in perfect condition. After we eat, we'll go see Han Zizi."
Mr. Yang picked up a big chopstick of noodles and took a big gulp.
I nodded and started eating.
With something warm in my stomach, I felt more energetic.
After finishing the meal, Mr. Yang tidied up the dishes and went to fetch Mr. Chen from his room.
The former Mr. Chen looked quite pitiful, but now he was dressed in clean clothes.
Clearly, this was also Mr. Yang's doing.
Otherwise, if we bring a person covered in blood stains on our way to the supervision field, we might not even make it there before getting arrested by the police.
Mr. Chen appeared dazed, with a smile on his face at times, and then like he was about to cry.
Ever since he collapsed last night, it seems he hasn't recovered.
On this, I have a hunch.
Mr. Chen has grown up alongside Wei Yuming.
Even though Wei Yuming is a ghost, Mr. Chen still believes in him because he is his grandfather.
However, last night, Mr. Chen discovered that Wei Yuming had killed his own son, his father.
This is equivalent to shattering his entire understanding.
It's completely normal for him to be in this state.
In a moment, we walked out of the courtyard, and Mr. Yang took me to the old gold mine bus that Lao Chu had opened last night.
Mr. Chen sat in the backseat, and there were no ropes binding him.
Since it's not dark, the ghost of the middle-aged man can't do much.
Mr. Chen is just an ordinary person, and he can't escape from our sight.
However, for precautionary measures, I still sat in the backseat and kept an eye on Mr. Chen.
It took some time to make the journey, and it was almost noon before the old gold mine van arrived at the mountain in the city where the supervision field was located.
After parking the vehicle, Mr. Yang and I took Mr. Chen into the supervision field.
At this time of the day, there were many visitors in the field.
They didn't pay much attention to Mr. Yang and me; their focus was mostly on Mr. Chen.
Mr. Chen's normal eye was staring very wide, and his fingers were pointing randomly, saying that this one is sick and that one is sick.
Mr. Yang furrowed his brow and glanced around with a quick glance.
Just then, a group of Taoists hurried out of the corridor on the side of the main hall.
The one in front, it was the inflexible Zhang Xu, the Taoist priest.
He looked coldly at Mr. Yang and me, then his gaze fell on Mr. Chen, and his pupils constricted.
The other green-robed Taoists also looked at us with suspicion.
Visitors gathered around a bit, with a slight sense of excitement to watch the scene unfold.
Some people were chatting, saying that the green-robed Taoist is an important figure in the Chongfeng Daoist Temple, and seeing him today was really worthwhile.
That's when I suddenly realized that during normal times, the supervision field is a place for burning incense and seeking guidance.
This is not a supervision field for ordinary people, but the Chongfeng Daoist Temple. Green-robed Taoists and above will not always be seen.
"Where is Laodao Long? We want to see him." Mr. Yang coughed and spoke in a deep voice.
"In the back hall," Zhang Xu replied in a deep voice, making a gesture to invite us.
The direction of his gesture was indeed the place where they had just come out.
There was a narrow passage there.
We walked past.
It was unclear, but it seemed like Zhang Xu and the others were trying to separate us from Mr. Chen, with the intention of holding him captive.
Mr. Yang paused slightly, and I stood on the side without making a sound, and together we sandwiched Mr. Chen.
In an instant, Zhang Xu's face showed dissatisfaction, but he didn't say anything.
At the end of the passage, there was a yellow-brass colored door.
Pushing the door in, everything around my ears fell silent.
This place is more like a Su family garden, with artificial hills, pavilions, and flowing water.
A large hall stands in the center.
I didn't see the red-robed Han Zizi until I walked up to the front of the main hall.
He has white hair and a youthful appearance.
Although he is very old, there are few wrinkles on his face.
Han Zizi was calm, and upon seeing us, a hint of a smile appeared on his face.
When his gaze fell on Mr. Chen, he seemed to be pondering something.
Mr. Yang dusted off his sleeves and bowed his hands in a greeting, as did I.
"Some problems occurred in the ghost office the other day." Mr. Yang didn't avoid Zhang Xu and the others, speaking in a deep voice.
"Leader Wu couldn't make it out, and this matter is known to the supervision field," Han Zizi nodded in response.
"Our leader did not fail to come out, but not all of them have made it out,"
Mr. Yang coughed to explain that their leader had emerged as a soul, but was then controlled by Wei Yuming's host.
He then skirted around the details of how they found Wei Yuming and simply said that after they located Mr. Chen through investigation, they happened to encounter the soul of Wei Yuming during a fight, and some people from the Ghost Pagoda also showed up.
In the end, the people from the Ghost Pagoda were defeated by us, and both Mr. Chen and Wei Yuming's soul were in our hands.
Just as Mr. Yang finished speaking.
I raised my hand and took out a black, lacquered bowl.
"Mr. Chen is Wei Yuming's grandson, and he knows how to get into a mental hospital."
"Here, it's a soul of Wei Yuming's. Mr. Yang and I think that if we hand it over to Han Dao Long, he will have a way to deal with the 28th level of hell."
As I finished speaking, a flash of sharp light burst from Han Zazi's tranquil eyes.
Zhang Xu and the others seemed even more uncomfortable, and some of them even looked pale.
"Last night, the supervision field also sent out people."
"Led by your cousin Sun Zhuo, they were looking for him."
"Ha ha, they came back empty-handed, and the supervision field also once believed that the ghost pagoda had acted first."
Han Zazi's tone was heavy, and he broke into a straightforward smile.
"So, Luo Xian Shen, did you kill three people from the Ghost Pagoda?"
