Except for the first night when Han Qianling personally drew a protective circle for the camp, everyone had to do it themselves and be self-reliant every night thereafter.

"Ghosts also have a 'lifespan'. Without the Netherworld to guide them, the ghosts created by each newly deceased beast generally only exist for about three months. During this time, they may be devoured by other beasts that are also ghosts. After the ghost dies, the beast's soul is completely shattered."

"Over the years of evolution, there are several plants in the Holy Land that even ghosts dislike approaching. You can take the bark of these plants, rub it into a powder, mix it with branches, apply it to your skin, dye your clothes, or sprinkle it outside your tent. Ghosts generally don't have much of an appetite for humans. Compared to exotic beasts, humans are too small to satisfy them."

After briefly explaining how to resist ghosts, Han Qianling returned to his usual aloof demeanor. However, his aloofness was only relative. At least in Feng Xue's opinion, even his quietness couldn't stop Han Qianling and Luo Jiujiang from interacting with each other.

Xiao Ren was a quiet man, especially to no one other than Feng Xue, so he became a natural confidant. Feng Xue once couldn't help but mutter to Xiao Ren about her observations, "Should I say he's truly an alien? His pursuit style is just like the love songs he sings—simple and crude."

Back then, Han Qianling had protected Luo Jiujiang amidst the spatial turbulence with a love song featuring the lyrics, "Slit open my chest, and let you sink into my most vulnerable heart." The song's raw, bloody undertones had Feng Xue grumbling while translating. Now, witnessing Han Qianling's pursuit in person, she felt he matched the song's incomparably gentle temperament, truly a true reflection of the past.

Feng Xue roughly summarized Han Qianling's actions. According to her observations for many days, Han Qianling tried to find delicious exotic beasts to eat with Luo Jiujiang every day; Han Qianling tried to find interesting and beautiful exotic beast bones/scales/horns to give to Luo Jiujiang as souvenirs every day; Han Qianling set up the tent with Luo Jiujiang every night and then slept together.

There are also scenes of the two of them laughing and talking to each other, exchanging glances, and determining the specific details of the left and right attacks with a few simple gestures... It's not that this interaction is not sweet, but after Feng Xue watched it several times at the risk of going blind, he always felt that it was a little familiar.

After she and Xiao Ren summarized Han Qianling's recent routine, she suddenly realized it without him having to respond. "I was wondering why it was so familiar...finding delicious food for his partner, giving him sparkly little ornaments, helping him build a nest. I was like, is Han Qianling courting like a bird?"

Feng Xue began to seriously doubt whether Han Qianling's alien true form was a phoenix.

Considering he was found from the Suzaku Realm, and isn't Suzaku also a type of Phoenix? This line of thought actually makes perfect sense!

Putting aside Feng Xue's mental activities, Han Qianling and Luo Jiujiang have been getting along very well these days. Without the elusive master to get in the way, they stay together almost all day long.

It’s like stepping back in time to the old days on Sept Islands.

That day, Han Qianling arrived an hour early and ordered the troops to disband. After this period of getting to know each other, all members of both teams were convinced of Han Qianling's position. Even those who still had some opinions about him had to admit that his understanding of the Holy Land was probably unmatched by anyone else in the world. Now that he had given the order to disband, everyone obeyed immediately, not a single expression of displeasure.

"So early in the morning, is there any danger on the road ahead?"

"No." Han Qianling shook his head. "This section is the habitat of ghost nightmares. They have strange properties and do not survive on flesh and blood. They are not harmful to humans. When you sleep and dream here at night, you can train your spirit."

Luo Jiujiang had never thought that there was such a wonderful thing as increasing one's power through dreaming: "Just sleeping?"

Han Qianling laughed. "It's not just sleeping. Nightmares are different from ordinary dreams. We have to find our own consciousness in dreams. When you can realize that you are dreaming from the first moment you fall asleep and can control your dreams, then you have achieved a small success. When you can come and go freely in dreams, and even travel through other people's dreams, then you can be considered a great success."

Upon hearing this, Luo Jiujiang couldn't help but feel moved.

Han Qianling knew what he was thinking just by looking at his expression, and he said naturally, "I'm waiting for you to come into my dream."

…

That night, Luo Jiujiang hurriedly completed his usual evening spiritual practice and rolled into bed, happily drifting off to sleep. Han Qianling spread out his own blanket beside him and lay down beside him, raising his pillow and turning half-sideways, perfectly positioned to allow him to see Luo Jiujiang's entire face. He could maintain that position and watch all night without feeling tired.

The familiar, slightly cool, sweet, and even slightly watery scent of Han Qianling lingered in his nose, and Luo Jiujiang soon fell into a deep sleep. As Han Qianling had predicted, the nightmare's peculiarities soon manifested themselves in Luo Jiujiang.

Luo Jiujiang found himself standing alone on the shore.

In his ears was the sound of the rising and falling tide that he had been familiar with for more than ten years. Luo Jiujiang looked into the distance, and his pupils reflected the setting sun that dyed half of the sea red.

For some reason, the sea, which was always filled with fishermen's songs, children's laughter, and women's chatter while making nets, was so quiet at this moment... It's not quiet, it's still there with the sound of wind, the ebb and flow of the tide, the sound of crabs crawling on the beach and the splashing of fish leaping out of the sea in the distance, but compared to the past, it lacks the sound of human voices.

So Luo Jiujiang was left alone, walking aimlessly along the beach.

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