After experiencing so many scenes, the little treasure hunter knew clearly that none of this was real.
It lay on the hospital bed and listened to the human in front of it who looked like its own beastmaster talking to it, most of which it could not understand.
After listening for a while, the little treasure hunter became greedy and habitually raised his paw to take off the ring.
When I touched it, the ring was gone.
"Sucking ghosts..."
The little treasure hunter curled his lips.
"You must be hungry." The man who looked like Qiao Sang took out a black fruit from the fruit basket next to him and handed it to him: "Here, your favorite Candle Fruit."
"Sucking ghosts."
The little treasure hunter took it and started eating it uncontrollably.
It sighed in its heart. It wanted to drink milk, not eat this black thing.
"You're so old, how come you still leave juice after eating?" The man who looked like Qiao Sang smiled and took out a tissue from the side and wiped the corners of the little treasure hunter's mouth.
The little treasure hunter was stunned for a moment. For the first time, he saw the shadow of his own beastmaster in the human in front of him.
Time passes quickly in dreams, as if one has grown old without doing anything.
The little treasure hunter looked at the white-haired, wrinkled-skinned human in front of him and couldn't believe that this was the person who looked like his own beastmaster.
She lay quietly on the bed, her eyes slightly closed, her face pale and bloodless, and her body was full of various tubes.
The little treasure-hunting ghost felt inexplicably panicked. This panic was no longer controlled by the dream, but belonged to him.
After an unknown amount of time, the person on the bed opened her eyes. She opened her mouth and said softly, "Shen Deng, you and Nannan should go out for a walk for a while. She finally came here, so you should accompany her for me."
"Sucking ghosts..."
"I'm fine. Aren't there many people here with me?" The person on the bed smiled, as if he suddenly became energetic.
"Grandma, I won't go. I'll stay here with you." A clear voice sounded behind me.
"It smells bad here. I'll get up and go home soon. You can go out for a walk and come back and we can leave." said the person on the bed.
The little treasure-hunting ghost turned his head uncontrollably, only to find that there were several people standing behind him, one of whom seemed to be about the same age as his own beastmaster.
Just as the little treasure-hunting ghost was about to walk out, the person on the bed called out to it, "Wait."
The little treasure hunter turned his head.
"Have fun." The person on the bed had a gentle expression.
But the little treasure-hunting ghost didn't look too comfortable.
Because it saw the shadow of its own beastmaster in her again, but its own beastmaster would never become like this, looking exhausted at any time.
…
The scene changes again.
The little treasure-hunting ghost's eyes lit up when he looked at the bustling night market. He wanted to take a good look around, but unfortunately his body was out of his control.
"Magic lamp, grandma will be fine, I hope." The girl beside her murmured.
"Sucking ghosts."
The girl didn't understand what he meant, so she answered on her own: "It'll be fine. My grandma is a beastmaster. Everyone says beastmasters are very powerful and can live a long time. My classmate's grandfather is 133 years old and still in good health. He even came here for a parents' meeting some time ago."
"My dad said that when grandma was young, she participated in competitions and went to secret realms. If she hadn't met grandpa later, she would have definitely participated in the regional competition and become a very powerful professional beastmaster."
"Sucking ghosts."
The little treasure hunter suddenly found himself unable to move.
The girl didn't notice and continued walking forward with her head down.
"Grandma doesn't look like she's in love. Was grandpa very handsome when he was young? No way. My dad is so ugly that people say he inherited his ugliness from grandpa. Luckily I have the good looks."
"It's my dad's fault this time. He was crying when he came over. I thought grandma was dying."
Her voice was getting farther and farther away. “But it was scary to see grandma lying in the hospital with so many tubes inserted into her body. But she said she would be going home soon, so she should be fine.”
"If there's something wrong, you, as grandma's pet, will definitely be able to sense it..."
The little treasure hunter stayed where he was.
People come and go around it, but they all consciously leave a space away from it.
It raised its head uncontrollably and saw a beast taming competition being played on the screen of a tall building not far away.
Why is it not working? The little treasure hunter thought.
It feels like this person has grown old in just a moment.
Even if it was not a pet that was actually contracted with that person, it could still feel it. Any extraordinary creature that was also a ghost could probably smell the deathly aura on her.
It was so strong that it seemed as if I would disappear from this world in the next second.
The little treasure hunter began to tremble uncontrollably, his heartbeat quickened, and his limbs became cold.
The next second it turned around and walked back uncontrollably. The lights next to it went out one after another as it passed by, and then returned to normal.
The little treasure hunter saw the man again.
She lay on the bed with her eyes closed, and the man next to her had red eyes: "Mom, let Nannan and the magic lamp come to see you for the last time."
The person on the bed moved his eyelids slightly, and after a moment, he opened his eyes with all his strength and rolled his eyes at the man.
She moved her mouth but no sound came out.
The little treasure-hunting ghost floated in front of her, but the people standing next to it didn't react, as if they couldn't see it.
The person on the bed was stunned, as if he sensed something.
At this moment, the little treasure-hunting ghost uncontrollably reached his hand into his body...
"don't want……"
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In a trance, the little treasure hunter seemed to hear someone talking.
…
Xiying Community.
"Ghost-sucking Lantern, stop struggling. I will not let you escape as long as I am here. Come with me to see your beastmaster when daybreak." Qiao Sang said as he carried the Ghost-sucking Lantern back with his hands after it had finally crawled out a short distance.
I can’t rely on Yabao anymore, I can only rely on myself.
Qiao Sang carried the ghost-sucking lantern next to Yabao, and stood behind it without looking into its eyes to avoid being hit.
"Sucking ghosts..."
The Ghost-Sucking Lamp struggled forward with its arms.
It had never seen such an annoying human being before! He kept talking non-stop, from the beginning till now! He was nothing like those people who walked around him.
The Ghost-Sucking Lamp was stunned for a moment when he thought of this, and then he struggled to crawl forward again.
Qiao Sang took it back ruthlessly.
"It's only 2 a.m. now. If you don't stay still and do something naughty, I'll send you upstairs right now before dawn. The old lady is old, you don't want to disturb her so late at night."
The ghost-sucking lantern's body stiffened.
Just then the little treasure-hunting ghost slowly opened its eyes, and when it looked at the familiar person in front of it, its eyes turned red and it pounced over.
"Search!"
“Xunxun!”
Qiao Sang was startled: "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"
“Xunxun…”
The little treasure hunter's tears fell down.
Qiao Sang was shocked. He didn't expect hypnosis to be so powerful. It seems that Xiao Xunbao will have to practice this skill more in the future...
Seeing this, the Ghost Lamp took the opportunity to crawl forward.
"I told you not to struggle." Qiao Sang quickly picked it up.
Ghost-absorbing lamp: “…”
“Xunxun…”
Little Xunbao sobbed twice and stopped crying.
It turned its head and floated in front of the ghost-sucking lamp, staring at it steadily, and then took out its milk of friendship.
The ghost-sucking lamp stared blankly at the milk in front of it.
Qiao Sang took a deep breath, never expecting the power of hypnosis to be so terrifying! "Xunxun."
"Search~"
"Sucking ghosts!"
“Xunxun…”
"Sucking ghosts..."
The little treasure-hunting ghost and the ghost-absorbing lantern were having an intense conversation.
After communicating like this for more than half an hour, the Ghost-Sucking Lamp's eyes became lifeless and he lay dejectedly on the ground, motionless.
The little treasure-hunting ghost floated in front of Qiao Sang and nodded.
Qiao Sang was dumbfounded.
(End of this chapter)