Chapter 57 Her School Uniform
Although Shen Canjuan told him that to be sure of his feelings, he had to stay away from the other person first.
But looking at the girl on the bed, he felt from the bottom of his heart that he couldn't get away from her at all.
because……
"Drink this."
Nezha held a bowl in his left hand and grabbed Pingyu's collar with his right. He stared expressionlessly at the girl who was not only shaking her head desperately but also covering her mouth.
Pingyu: "No!!!!!"
He had never heard the other party scream so desperately.
Coupled with his hoarse voice, he looked just like a duck waiting to be plucked.
Pingyu means he got sick.
Even though she drank several bowls of herbal medicine as soon as she returned yesterday, she still contracted a fever.
Unbeknownst to her, she was boasting to others during breakfast about her radiant complexion. Her skin was fair with a rosy glow, so red it seemed as hot as the stone slab used for frying meat in the kitchen, and wisps of steam rose from her hair. Pingyu had just picked up her bowl in the morning when she collapsed onto the table. If Nezha hadn't caught her in time, she probably would have had a big bump on her forehead.
She was on the couch, and could see the medicine bowl in Nezha's hand perfectly. The physician from the Li family had come to see her and said that she only had ordinary dampness in her body, which was why she had a fever. However, her body was too weak, and ordinary doses would not be effective; she needed strong medicine.
The prescription contains cockroaches, centipedes, white cloves...
When she reads too fast, it's too late to realize what she's read.
This is the droppings of cockroaches, centipedes, and sparrows!
Pingyu felt despair for the first time because he could read.
If she hadn't known the ingredients of the medicine, she could have swallowed it whole! But now that she knew, looking at the dark, sticky, petroleum-like medicine in Nezha's bowl, she felt nauseous and terrified.
But I can't do without taking the medicine.
Seeing that the girl's eyes were becoming increasingly weary and her lips were red from the fever, Nezha moved the bowl forward a little further.
He asked, "Will you drink it yourself, or should I help you?"
She countered, "Would you be willing to drink it for me?"
Upon hearing this, the boy stopped talking nonsense and got to work immediately.
He released his grip on the girl's collar, then used his thumb and forefinger to pin her cheek, forcing her mouth open. He made a gesture as if to pour the medicine into her mouth.
Pingyu: !
She quickly grabbed Nezha's hand to prevent his rude actions from actually happening.
Drink it, she can drink it, okay?
Having achieved his goal, Nezha released his grip.
He watched as Pingyu drank every last drop of the medicine in the bowl before removing the bowl with satisfaction.
The girl stuck out her tongue, groaning at the bitter taste, and complained, "It tastes awful..."
The next second, the tongue that had been stuck out tasted sweetness.
Nezha took some candy from the table, stuffed her mouth full, and said, "Go to sleep after you finish eating."
"And you?" she asked, her mouth full of candy, her words muffled. "Did anything happen when you delivered the gold nail yesterday?"
Nezha kept his conversation with Miss Shen a secret. After thinking for a moment, he chose to tell her the few things he could: "Does Zhu You fainting from crying count?"
Ping Yu's lips curled into a smile instantly: "I should have gone."
Nezha grabbed her face, a little annoyed: "What are you doing? What's so interesting about him?"
“I’ve never seen anyone cry themselves unconscious before,” Ping Yu said, his voice flattened as he was squeezed. “I also want to know what it’s like when someone faints because of heartbreak!”
“That’s easy.” Nezha released her hand and grabbed her shoulders. She felt him pushing her onto the bed, so she obediently lay down on her back. The blankets were pulled up, and the boy tucked her in, saying, “When you’re better, I’ll catch some demons and make them cry themselves unconscious for you.”
Wait, she wants to see someone cry because they're heartbroken, not because they've lost contact with someone!
That was a terrible statement, and Pingyu didn't want to respond at all.
She closed her eyes and turned over. Nezha, who had helped smooth out the bedding, had made a mess of it all. She wrapped herself up, turned her back to Nezha, and said, "Alright, I need to rest!"
"Your uncle and aunt say you're prone to losing your mind."
Although Nezha was told to leave, he still occupied the bed and didn't move.
"I'll stay here and watch."
He said.
When others watched him sleep, Pingyu felt like he was being watched by thorns.
How can I possibly sleep like this...?
She knew Nezha meant well, so she swallowed her words.
As he had said, Nezha simply looked at her quietly without saying a word. The cultivator's breathing was even and light, and he followed the rhythm of her calm heartbeat, aligning himself with her.
Could it be that the doctor's prescription contains calming herbs?
She seems quite used to having Nezha around.
Pingyu, who initially thought that she would not be able to sleep if there were other people around, slowly closed her eyelids.
She fell asleep.
But his body was falling.
It was as if a hole had been opened in the bed, and she was falling into it.
With a splash, the sound of flowing water rang in my ears once again.
It was cold and damp, and my clothes and skin were dry.
All around was pale white, and a waterfall cascaded down from the sky.
This is her sea of consciousness.
Looking at the familiar Ghost Gate, Pingyu felt a moment of disorientation:
No, how did I get back in here?
The last time I entered the sea of consciousness was after the Huang Kou Gong incident.
"What do you want from me?"
She asked.
Pingyu had previously asked her sea of consciousness whether it reflected her thoughts. However, the sea of consciousness didn't answer; instead, it kicked Pingyu away. This indirectly suggests that someone else was controlling her consciousness from behind the scenes, and also indicates that the sea of consciousness is capable of communication.
As her voice faded, the still water on the ground began to ripple. It stirred up waves, gently pushing the girl's lower limbs, urging her to go and check on the Gate of Hell.
Pingyu arrived at the door and found that it was different from before.
The originally flat stone door panel now has a groove.
魖
He reached out to touch and explore. The shape, thickness, and size all felt very familiar to Pingyu.
Just then, she felt a hard object tap her knee. Looking down, she saw water forming two hands that were lifting up an object.
It's the same tablet from last time.
Ping Yu bent down and picked it up; the tablet was already powered on. The lit screen was the same as before, with that simple, old-fashioned circular interface.
She had assumed that each time she lit up a round hole symbolizing a ghost, her consciousness would summon her to check on the progress. However, after the incidents involving the Yin God and Ba Lai, her consciousness didn't summon her, leading Ping Yu to believe that neither of those demons were among the twenty-four ghosts. But judging from the display on the screen, things weren't as she had guessed.
Two more holes on the disk were lit up:
Clicking the link brought up images of the golden toad and the Taoist priest.
The accompanying image is of the Earth God in purple robes.
Of the twenty-four ghosts, she has already collected four.
One-sixth of the progress has been completed.
Since the demons and monsters in Cihang Dock and Balai are both among the twenty-four ghosts, why didn't they bring her in on the same day they resolved the matter? Does entering the sea of consciousness require other conditions to trigger? Ping Yu, holding the tablet, recalled her memories: Last time, when she named the flying zombie mother and child, she overused her karma, causing damage to her soul, which led to her being summoned there. This time, she entered in a dream after taking medicine for a cold and high fever.
Is it possible that only when something detrimental to her does the sea of consciousness summon her in?
Putting aside the last time, this cold was considered a serious illness that should not be underestimated in this dynasty.
It seems they're terrified she'll die.
Just as Ping Yu was about to put down the tablet, his eyes were once again blinded by the sudden brightness of the screen.
The interface changed in that instant, turning pure white as if it had malfunctioned or crashed.
In the center of the screen, a cursor flashed. The white noise of a mechanical keyboard clicking against the speakers then began to play. The cursor then started moving, uttering one word after another.
Put me in the groove
"Put me into the groove?"
She held up the tablet and compared it to the mechanism on the facade.
No wonder she felt that the groove looked very familiar from every angle.
The flat plate was pushed in, and it fit perfectly.
When the screen was level with the door, she felt the entire gate to the underworld tremble.
"Um?"
Ping took two steps back to avoid the falling pebbles and heavy dust from above.
Following instructions, she triggered the mechanism.
The massive gate shook incessantly, white mist billowing out from its bottom like mechanical exhaust. The disc spun rapidly, like an old, neglected lock trying to open its cylinder.
Finally, after half a minute, the rotation stopped.
A barely perceptible "click" entered Ping Yu's ear, and she saw the tight gap begin to move outward, becoming wider and wider.
Finally, the door was completely opened.
There was no scene inside the door, nor were there any ghosts imprisoned there.
What the naked eye can perceive is only a thin, multicolored oil film.
It didn't actually land; half of her arm went right through it.
She was startled and quickly withdrew her hand.
Her forearm was completely unharmed, and in the midst of the chaos, she even managed to bring back some items from inside the door.
The object felt heavy in my hand, and when I squeezed it, it rubbed against itself, making a rustling sound.
It was cold and slippery, like a piece of cloth hanging to the ground.
Use your remaining hands to grab the part of it that is hanging down to the ground and spread it open.
After this action, the items were no longer piled up, and their original state was revealed to the girl:
It has white sleeves, a black front, and open seams with silver zippers.
A plastic square tag was still pinned to the outside of the garment.
The name written on it is Lin Pingyu; the class is Class 1, Grade 3.
This is......
This is my school uniform!
Shocked that the item behind the door was his own school uniform from the modern era, Pingyu swallowed hard and stared blankly at the open ghost gate.
An unbelievable thought formed in her mind. After a brief pause, the girl grabbed her clothes and rushed towards the door like a madwoman.
No way? Could it really be like that?!
Even though it was just a few steps, Pingyu felt as if the air in his lungs was being sucked out, and his heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst.
The oil film was like air; she felt nothing as it passed through.
Actually, when she first passed through, Pingyu felt a little scared. She worried that she had been in danger because of her recklessness, and that this was another trick set up by the demon.
But when her feet touched the ground, it was no longer the rough texture of stone or soil. Her bare feet only felt smoothness and coldness, and the ground was so clean that a shimmering light reflected off the girl's face.
The moment I saw the environment behind the membrane, my fear vanished.
Pingyu has recovered and gone home.
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