Seeing that I was going to stay overnight, Qingyan still tidied and cleaned the room very carefully.

Watching her busy herself for me, I felt as if I had returned to the days when I used to mooch drinks from her.

"Qingyan..." I couldn't help but call out to her.

Qingyan, who was engrossed in sweeping the floor, looked up in confusion and exclaimed, "Huh?"

A thousand words are in my heart, but the words are stuck in my throat and I have nothing to say.

"Open your mouth!" I said.

"Huh?" Qingyan asked in confusion. I dropped a pill that Ye Chen had given me into her throat, lifted her jaw, and she swallowed the pill very quickly.

What did I just eat?

"Hangover cure!"

"Oh, today's new wine seems a bit different. I fell asleep halfway through after only a few bottles. Luckily, Ah Hua and Young Master Ye were there to bring me back."

When Qingyan brought up the matter of the wine, I started to feel uneasy again. This time, it was because of me that Qingyan was implicated and Ye Ling'er had her soul targeted.

"Don't go to his bar anymore," I advised.

"Why? Their wine has always been very good." Qingyan asked, puzzled.

"For your own good, trust me, don't go. There's something wrong with their liquor," I said.

"Okay, I won't go." Although Qingyan's face was full of confusion, she still readily agreed.

"I don't know why, but ever since I first met Ahua, I've felt like we've met before. I believe everything you say without question," Qingyan said emotionally.

But I suddenly realized that Qingyan today is not the same Qingyan as she was back then.

I said absentmindedly, "Hurry up and pack, get some rest."

After Qingyan and I finished washing up, we lay down on the same bed. Qingyan started chatting with me and told me that she had just finished her studies and was working as an intern agent at a company, while I was the first person she had discovered.

The reason the debt collectors were chasing her was because her family members were sick and she had accumulated a mountain of debt. Although she was suffering, her words revealed that money was just an external thing, and her family was what mattered most.

This reminds me of Qingyan in her previous life, who was trained from childhood to be a death warrior. She had no parents and no one to love her, and spent her life in battles and assassinations.

How I wish I could just be an ordinary woman from an ordinary family, this is what Qingyan often tells me from the bottom of her heart.

Now she grows up surrounded by her parents' love, which can be seen as making up for the loneliness and lack of love in her previous life.

Qingyan, however, fell into a deep sleep as she was talking.

And because I was afflicted by the Dream Demon Gu, I was also drawn into the legendary Dream Realm...

"Ah Hua... this is for you." Zhou Lang's rough, tattered clothes couldn't hide his radiant spirit. He held a flower in his hands and presented it to me with a bright smile.

"Is that you, Zhou Lang?" I looked up at him in astonishment.

"Ah Hua, come... there are so many more flowers here, you'll definitely like them." Zhou Lang continued to smile as he walked forward, waving and calling to me.

I followed him forward as if possessed.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Lang walked faster and faster, and for some reason, I could never keep up with his pace no matter what I did.

"Zhou Lang, wait for me, slow down." But Zhou Lang seemed not to hear me and continued to smile brightly as he walked and waved back at me.

"Ahua, hurry, the flowers are about to wither..."

"Wait for me..." The more I chased him, the faster he ran, and I started to get anxious: "Zhou Lang!"

The sound pierced the sky—

The scene shifts, and I find myself in Xishan Town.

The ancient streets are bustling with people moving about in front of the unchanging teahouses, taverns, butcher shops, temples, and government offices.

But I was sitting at a table on the second floor of a tavern.

There were opera troupes performing and a group of cheering audience members watching the play.

"Ahua, drink!" A man dressed in black, with a wide grin revealing a white tooth, sat on the other side of the table, pouring wine into the cups.

"Dyeing ink?" I blinked and looked at him.

"What's wrong? Isn't this wine good? What are you spacing out for? Drink up..." Ranmo continued to ask.

I picked up the wine glass almost unconsciously, about to put it in my mouth.

"Ah Hua, don't drink! Come with me to the cauliflower!" Zhou Lang suddenly appeared in front of me again, reaching out to stop my wine glass halfway.

"Zhou Lang?" I was taken aback again.

"Ahua, drink!"

"Ahua, go to the cauliflower!"

"Ahua, drink!"

"Ahua, go to the cauliflower!"

Zhou Lang and Ran Mo suddenly started arguing.

"Crack!" The wine glass shattered on the ground with a crisp sound during our argument.

The noise startled the people singing earnestly and the cheering audience below the stage. Suddenly, they all stopped and fell silent. They stood motionless, but their heads were strangely turned to their backs, their empty eyes staring at me.

The singer on the stage, whose face was covered in colorful paint, pointed at me and shouted angrily, "Beat that girl to death!"

Immediately, everyone in the tavern swarmed towards me.

Startled, I jumped up from my seat and leaped out the window to escape, but I also managed to grab the flask of wine from the table along the way…

"Ahua, save me!"

"Ahua, save me!"

When I leaped and landed on the eaves of the building across the street from the tavern.

Turning around, I saw Ranmo and Zhou Lang behind me, but they were swallowed up by the crowd and were calling out to me in despair.

In my haste, I gulped down the wine in my hand and then angrily smashed the wine jug on the ground with a loud "smash!"

Just as he was about to fly back to save them, he discovered that the distance between the eaves of the house he was on and the tavern across the street was actually more than ten feet.

The street below suddenly turned into a pitch-black abyss.

Huh? Why can't I fly anymore...?

I could only watch helplessly as Ranmo and Zhou Lang were surrounded by that group of people, their voices filled with despair as they called my name.

In my haste, I darted back into the tavern.

It took me a long time to squeeze into this group of people.

"Zhou Lang! Are you alright?" I squatted down and patted Zhou Lang's shoulder to ask.

When Zhou Lang turned to look at me, his seemingly harmless face suddenly revealed a strange, sinister smile.

I was so shocked that I stumbled and fell to the ground. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Ranmo's all-black clothes had turned into a strange, crimson red.

The crowd surrounding us suddenly changed their demeanor, their faces contorted as they opened their gaping maws and lunged at me.

"What an idiot! Didn't that kid surnamed Ye teach you the incantation to control spiritual power?" A man's voice suddenly appeared above my head.

Their voices were heard, but their faces were not seen.

His reminder made me suddenly realize that I was in a dream world and that these people were the Gu poison in the nightmare.

However, I couldn't remember the incantation Ye Chen had given me for controlling spiritual power.

At the critical moment, a light suddenly appeared above my head, and another young man in white robes with the appearance of Zhou Yu flew down and pulled me out of the dark mass of monsters.

We broke through the eaves above our heads again.

A gentle breeze blew as we stood high in the clouds, our clothes fluttering in the wind.

His black hair hung down to his shoulders, fluttering in the wind, making him look just like an innocent and elegant young man.

"Ahua, are you alright?" He placed his hands on my shoulders to steady me.

Their eyes met mine with burning passion.

"Are you really Zhou Yu?" I asked, somewhat dazed.