Not a good person
"Wen Ya? It seems you received my plea for help."
Someone emerged from the shadows of the building entrance. Wen Ya looked over warily and saw Zhao Wentian with his hands in his pockets. His nonchalant smile now held a hint of bitterness: "This time, we've really been caught off guard."
Wen Ya came here following the scream she had just heard, but she never expected to run into Zhao Wentian here.
She breathed a sigh of relief and went over: "What exactly happened?"
"What exactly happened?" Si Mucheng frowned as he stared at Li Huaming.
Li Huaming's face showed guilt and sincerity: "I just care about her too much... Actually, she is also wrong. She always does things that make me angry... So, sometimes when I get angry, I can't control the strength in my hands."
"What do you mean by 'getting angry'... what do you mean by 'losing control'?" Si Mucheng asked incredulously. "You hit her?"
“Sigh,” Li Huaming still had that easygoing look on his face, “I had no choice, she was just too disobedient.”
Si Mucheng felt a chill run down his spine. Li Huaming's face suddenly became repulsive. He thought of that woman, who had already passed away. How did "she" die?
He involuntarily took a step back, wanting to get away from Li Huaming: "You...you're the one who killed 'her'? So 'she' is looking for you now, isn't she?"
"Sigh." Li Huaming sighed again, "I really didn't mean it. She secretly gave money from home to her family without my knowledge. She has a brother who's a gambling addict, and she always uses the family's money to help him. It's a bottomless pit. I don't earn money easily either. How are we supposed to live if 'she' gives all the money to her brother? Besides, I've been drinking... I'm just so angry..."
"Are you an animal?!" Si Mucheng almost blurted out, but his last bit of self-control made him swallow the words back. Although he felt that this man who beat his wife to death and spouted hypocrisy deserved his fate, they were currently in the illusionary realm of evil spirits. Even if this man was guilty, he should be punished by law. Besides, Si Mucheng didn't know if outsiders like him and Wen Ya would be in danger in the illusion if the evil spirits succeeded.
Although Si Mucheng really didn't want to talk to the person in front of him, they were currently in a precarious situation together. They didn't know where the evil spirit was or what would happen if they were discovered. Right now, the most important thing was to save their lives.
"So what do we need to do now?"
The man smiled ingratiatingly: "The Taoist master said we need to find 'her' first, capture 'her', before we can break the illusion and get out!"
Si Mucheng asked curiously, "You can catch 'her'?"
"Hehe, the Celestial Master gave me a magic weapon, which will help me handle this."
Si Mucheng was a little confused: "Since you already have a magical artifact, why don't you go find one yourself?"
“I,” Li Huaming scratched his head and smiled good-naturedly, “I’m just scared, after all, my wife ‘she’ wants me dead the most.”
Si Mucheng had a feeling something was wrong, but just then someone came in from outside the gate and greeted Li Huaming: "Hey, Old Li is back."
Li Huaming smiled and nodded to the person who came.
Si Mucheng then saw the person clearly; it was an older woman with curly hair, carrying a vegetable basket. He subconsciously thought it was another unlucky soul who had been dragged in, but seeing the woman's relaxed demeanor and her ability to move freely in and out of this eerie and gloomy ghost realm, something seemed very abnormal.
"There are NPCs here?" Si Mucheng was surprised and couldn't help but glance at the old woman a few more times. However, the old woman seemed not to see him and walked past him, disappearing into the night.
“So,” Si Mucheng turned his gaze back to Li Huaming, “where are we going now?”
"Where are we going now?" Wen Ya asked calmly.
Zhao Wentian rubbed his injured wrist: "Go find him first, otherwise it will be dangerous. This evil spirit is extremely fierce, its resentment is overwhelming, and it has created a vast illusion, complete with people within the illusion. If those people in the illusion realize that we are all outsiders, 'they' will attack." That's how he got injured.
This was entirely due to his overconfidence. That day, he was going down the mountain when he happened to run into the person who had come up the mountain for help. He could tell at a glance that the person was possessed by a ghost, and he thought that exorcising a ghost was just a matter of minutes.
Little did he know, he had been too careless.
He had just taken out the Soul-Slaying Talisman to suppress the ghost, intending to retrieve it first and then dispel it with a magic array. However, this action probably angered the evil spirit. When Zhao Wentian drew the talisman to subdue the ghost, its resentment surged, directly forming an illusion on the spot, dragging everyone around into it. Zhao Wentian was in the center, bearing the brunt of the attack. But when he realized that this evil spirit seemed difficult to deal with, he sent out a communication talisman just as he was completely drawn into the illusion. That's why Wen Ya received his distress message.
“The illusion is on the mountain path. If someone passes by and gets caught up in it, it will be a real problem. We need to resolve this as soon as possible.” Zhao Wentian’s expression was unusually serious.
"Where have you looked?" Wen Ya looked up at the window of a certain apartment in the building.
"I originally wanted to go to that evil spirit's house to take a look, but when I got to the third floor, I encountered the phantom. There was no way to avoid it in the stairwell. 'It' asked me who I was looking for. I didn't answer a single question correctly, and 'It' started attacking at 0 frames. I almost couldn't dodge it."
The monster suddenly attacked, and Zhao Wentian dared not retaliate rashly. If he killed the person in the illusion, he did not know what kind of impact it would have on the illusion. He could only defend himself. So, when he was flying down the stairs while holding onto the railing, he accidentally twisted his wrist.
Wen Ya seized on the information in his words: "Do you know which floor that ghost lives on?"
“That scream,” Zhao Wentian pointed upwards, “appears every night. This place is called the Evil Ghost Illusion, and everything here is created from the memories of the evil ghost.”
"Every night?"
“Yes,” Zhao Wentian sighed, “Time passes very strangely here. The days are very short, they pass in the blink of an eye, while the nights are a bit longer. But I’ve noticed that since we came in, it’s been a day repeating itself, so I suspect this must be the day that evil spirit died.”
"You didn't try going up again?"
“Yes,” Zhao Wentian replied, “but I always run into that neighbor coming downstairs, no matter what time I go upstairs. It’s like a protective mechanism that prevents people from going up.”
Wen Ya pulled out a talisman and looked up at a certain spot: "Which household?"
Zhao Wentian reacted quickly: "Fifth floor, 502."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Ya threw out a talisman and said in a deep voice, "If we can't go through the main gate, we'll find another way!"
Zhao Wentian was too late to stop it and watched helplessly as Wen Ya's talisman was flung into the window of 502. He exclaimed, "It's over, we're going into a dream within a dream."
Wen Ya suddenly turned to look at him: "There's an inner world too? Why didn't you say so earlier?"
Zhao Wentian wanted to say, "You didn't even give me a chance!"
But before he could finish speaking, he and Wen Ya were sucked into the 502 by a force.
Before Wen Ya could even open her eyes, she heard a commotion around her, a mixture of cursing, crying, and smashing.
She wanted to say "Stop arguing," but her sense of touch returned first. She felt herself being held in someone's arms, so tightly that she could hardly breathe.
She opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was an ashtray flying towards her.
Wen Ya's eyes widened in disbelief. She was about to throw out the talisman when she belatedly realized she was completely restrained. Just as the ashtray was about to hit her, someone suddenly shielded her with their back. The glass ashtray struck flesh with a dull thud, causing her to frown.
Wen Ya heard a buzzing sound in her ears, a sound from her chest, a voice trembling with tears: "No, the child is still young and doesn't understand. Blame me if you must."
Wen Ya narrowed her eyes. A child? Who? Her?
"Who else is to blame but you! You gave birth to a money-losing brat! You can't even teach her properly, you useless thing!" The man roared in exasperation, not content with throwing an ashtray, he rushed over and kicked Wen Ya repeatedly.
But the person in front of Wen Ya endured all the violence; she held her tightly, protecting her with her own body, and prevented her from getting hurt at all.
Wen Ya frowned, feeling a surge of anger rising within her. She wanted to see what the man looked like, but from her angle, she could only see a section of his trouser leg.
She shrank?
A dream within a dream is a special case in the illusion of evil spirits. If the resentment is deep enough, the evil spirit will create more than one dream. If the first layer of the dream senses danger, the second layer will wrap around it, forming a protective mechanism.
The second layer is also filled with the memories of evil spirits, only more realistic. To ensure the dream's authenticity, everyone dragged into the illusion becomes part of the dream.
So, Wen Ya pondered, who had she become?
The man's violence lasted for about ten minutes before he finally stopped. He looked exhausted, panting heavily as he walked to the sofa and collapsed onto it.
Wen Ya felt the woman's arms loosen a little. She grasped Wen Ya's shoulders and carefully supported her: "Nannan, are you alright?"
Then Wen Ya saw a face that was bruised and swollen.
The woman had disheveled hair, and even with injuries on her face, her beauty was still evident; however, the hardships life had brought her had left their mark.
"Does it hurt anywhere?" the woman asked, looking her up and down.
Wen Ya shook her head hesitantly.
"Where did you bump your head just now? Your head? Does your head hurt?" The woman gently touched Wen Ya's head with her palm.
Wen Ya looked down at her hands. They were small and fine. She wondered how old she was.
"You scared your mother to death just now," the woman said, still stroking Wen Ya's head as she saw that Wen Ya didn't speak, but her voice was trembling with tears. "I didn't know where you bumped into, and you just couldn't wake up. It really scared me to death."
It seems that when Wen Ya was unconscious, the man probably initially assaulted her, and she was hit somewhere and passed out. Just then, Wen Ya walked in.
She thought of the ashtray and frowned: "Does it hurt?"
The woman didn't react immediately: "...What?"
"Didn't it hurt when he hit you?" Wen Ya looked up at her. "Why didn't you run away..." Before she could say anything more, the woman suddenly covered her mouth with her hand. All that could be heard was the man on the sofa yelling, "Is he dead?! Go cook something! Do you want me to starve to death?!"
The woman trembled as if by reflex. Looking at Wen Ya with fear in her eyes, she whispered, "Don't... don't let your dad hear. Be good, go back to your room, Mom will cook for you."
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