Chapter 8 Zhuangzi's Dream (Part 8) Mother...
My thoughts returned.
Song San took a step back, stood still, and looked at Gu Lianzhou: "Young Master Gu, you frequent brothels every day, not for your brothers and beauties, but to see your martial uncle?"
Gu Lianzhou said irritably, "What's it to you?" He paused, then added unwillingly, "When did he become your senior uncle?"
Song San immediately raised his hand to interrupt: "Wait a moment, let me sort this out first."
Having been interrupted several times, Gu Lianzhou was already impatient. Now, looking at the short man in front of him pretending to be deep in thought, he couldn't help but feel that it was absurd.
He asked coldly, "What exactly do you want to do?"
What is she going to do?
Naturally, it is about doing good deeds.
Song San's eyes darted around rapidly.
On the birthday of the eldest son of the Gu family, who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, only his younger brother came to congratulate him. The coldness was already suspicious. He was accompanied only by a nanny and no other servants were seen. This was even more suspicious.
If it's not that he prefers quiet, then it means he's not actually well-liked in the Gu family.
The elder brother her younger brother spoke of was a playboy who frequented the Warm Spring Pavilion, quite different from the one standing before her now.
Therefore, Gu Shaoyang was unaware of what he had done behind the scenes.
All of this demonstrates that Gu Lianzhou and his younger brother never truly opened their hearts to each other.
In other words, Gu Lianzhou did not fully trust Gu Shaoyang.
Now that she has been entrusted with the task of leading Gu Lianzhou out of the illusion, she should use Gu Lianzhou's deepest obsession as a breakthrough point, and lure him with benefits until she finds the key to the illusion related to his obsession. At that time, she can strike at the heart of the illusion and destroy it.
Song San looked up and met a pair of dark, deep eyes, only to see the other person slightly raise their chin and hum softly from their nose.
There is absolutely no possibility of cooperation.
Song San took a deep breath.
He turned his head away and looked at "Nie Fengxi" to the side.
The monster, which had transformed into the appearance of a martial uncle, became increasingly quiet, its head drooping so low it almost sank between its knees, its guilty conscience practically radiating from it.
That's quite interesting.
In the past, when evil spirits conjured up illusory forms, who would not chase after her and bite her when they saw her? They never had any fear of her.
Unless it has something to hide...
Song San narrowed his eyes and said, word by word, "Nie, Feng, Xi".
Upon hearing this, the man trembled.
Gu Lianzhou frowned and said unhappily, "How dare you call out my master's name so casually?"
Song San: "Take a closer look and see if it is truly your master."
As soon as she finished speaking, she darted forward with incredible speed, pulled out a yellow talisman from a hidden pouch at her waist, and threw it at the object's forehead.
Gu Lianzhou moved with lightning speed, grabbing Song San's wrist as she approached.
Even within the illusion, the pain was even more intense.
Song San immediately bared his teeth and shouted, "Open your eyes wide and look carefully! This is still your master!"
Gu Lianzhou pulled the person closer to him with force, holding Song San hostage, before turning his head to look at the bed.
Wherever the yellow talisman was affixed, the man's bronze skin slowly melted, and his facial features seemed to be covered in wax as if heated by a candle flame.
Gu Lianzhou felt a chill run through his body, his stomach churned, and he almost vomited on the spot.
"Brother Zhou... Brother Zhou..."
The man's deep, hoarse voice rang out one after another.
His lips, which were originally his lips, were now stuck together, stretching into sticky strands as he screamed in anguish.
On her melted face, a pair of dark, hollow eyes stared intently at Gu Lianzhou.
Song San was in pain and annoyed when he suddenly heard the boy beside him scold in a low voice, "What did you do? How did my master end up like this?"
Song San pointed at the man who was gradually melting and raised his voice: "It is a demon, but it only revealed its true form after being touched by my yellow talisman."
For some reason, Gu Lianzhou was stunned upon hearing this, and after a moment he stammered, "My master is a demon."
"How could my master be a demon?!"
Song San choked for a moment, then rolled his eyes. "I've already told you, this is an illusion. Here, apart from you and me, who are real, everything else is just an illusion created by evil spirits."
"Come out with me first; your master is in the outside world."
As the saying goes, reason with them and move them with emotion.
Seeing that the fool's expression had softened, Song San immediately softened his tone and kindly advised, "I understand. It's inevitable to feel uncomfortable when encountering evil spirits for the first time. You have to try to accept it."
She raised her hand and patted the hand that was tightly gripping her wrist. "Be good, let go."
Gu Lianzhou did not answer; he frowned, as if he was processing everything before him.
Seeing this, Song Sanxin realized there was something to it.
This is a sign that Young Master Gu's consciousness is loosening and he is rejecting the illusion.
She stopped urging Gu Lianzhou to let go and simply stood aside and waited quietly.
After a long while, Gu Lianzhou's dark eyes finally began to move slowly. "My mother is still waiting for me. I can't leave."
Song San: "?"
What does Gu Lianzhou's mother have to do with this?
The grip on his wrist suddenly loosened, and he felt a dizzying sensation as the surrounding scenery rushed backward, centered on Gu Lianzhou, like a fine painting fading into water.
Song San thought he was doomed. The next moment, he lost his footing and fell downwards.
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The aroma released by the burning incense filled the entire room.
Song San opened his eyes amidst the swirling smoke.
As soon as she woke up, she hurriedly looked around.
After a moment of stunned silence, she realized...
She was kicked out of the illusion again!
Time flows differently in reality and in the illusion. Thinking of Gu Lianzhou, who had suddenly grown up, whom he had seen last time, Song San dared not delay any longer. He got up, took the last incense stick, and lit it.
Mars was dark, with a faint green glow.
Song San paused slightly, sensing that something was wrong.
The color of Mars is wrong, and the smell is wrong too.
Furthermore... when did the room become so dark?
Song San looked at the gray window frame, his face darkening.
She had been in the illusion for less than an hour, and when she came out it should have been noon, which was the time when the sky was bright.
Besides, the snow outside is so white and bright as day, there's no way it would look like this.
She belatedly turned her head to look at the bed beside her, and her unease reached its peak.
Behind the bed curtains... there was no one there.
Damn it, she's still in Gu Lianzhou's illusion!
When exactly did it start...?
Song San frowned and reached out to extinguish the embers on the incense stick.
Unexpectedly, Gu Lianzhou's illusion was so realistic that even she couldn't immediately distinguish between reality and illusion.
If she hadn't noticed the difference in the incense sticks in time, she might have played right into the hands of the evil spirit.
They were just one step away from scoring...
Song San was filled with resentment.
What was wrong with Gu Lianzhou? He clearly knew it was an illusion woven for him by evil spirits, yet he still plunged headlong into it.
Could it be that he stayed in the illusion for too long and damaged his mind?
That's probably how it is.
If it weren't for his weak will, she would have been able to bring him out safely.
Song San felt increasingly regretful as she thought about it. She scratched her head in frustration and then strode towards the door.
Today she wanted to see what exactly was holding Gu Lianzhou back.
With a piercing creak, the door opened a crack, and Song San squinted, then raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose.
All that could be seen outside was a bluish-gray color, and a thick miasma wafted towards them.
The snowfield and plum grove are gone. The courtyard is still the same, but it is terribly desolate. As far as the eye can see, weeds grow wildly, and there is not a trace of human life.
After hesitating for a moment, Song San walked into the courtyard.
A wisp of cool mist brushed against her neck, like several tentacles gliding over her. With each step she took, the mist grew thicker and thicker, settling on her exposed skin as if it were a tangible substance.
The demonic nature of the illusion gradually became apparent.
Now that Gu Lianzhou is gone, it has become even more rampant.
A drop of water suddenly landed on her forehead.
Song San subconsciously looked up and saw rain falling from the sky, weaving a fine net that enveloped her between heaven and earth.
"Mother."
A cold, emotionless male voice suddenly rang out.
Song San twitched the corner of his mouth.
Gu Lianzhou, past his early childhood, should have this tone of voice.
It was more subdued than she had imagined.
The sound of rain suddenly intensified, completely drowning out Gu Lianzhou's calls.
Song San roughly wiped his face and, relying on his limited memory, walked towards the southeast corner of the courtyard.
She walked quickly, not caring about the mud splashing on her trouser legs, and in no time she stepped onto the paving stones of the covered walkway.
Behind layers of miasma, a man stood under the eaves.
From afar, one could see him pacing back and forth in front of a vermilion door with his head down, rhythmically muttering the word "Mother".
Who else could this idiot be but Gu Lianzhou?
As they got closer, Song San gradually realized that something was wrong.
Gu Lianzhou's gaze was unfocused, and he didn't even notice her presence.
This is not a good sign.
Gu Lianzhou had maintained a clear mind throughout the previous illusions, so why did he seem to have lost his mind now...?
"Gu Lianzhou," she called softly, and fearing he couldn't see her, she stretched out her hand and waved it in front of him.
After calling him several times, Gu Lianzhou finally responded.
Those eyes, white as water and black as pills, slowly moved, then fixed, staring unblinkingly at Song San.
Song San laughed and said, "You can see me now?"
Gu Lianzhou raised his hand and covered those incessantly chattering lips, uttering a sound other than "Mother," "Shh—"
Song San: "?"
She looked down at the pale finger and sensed something was wrong.
Gu Lianzhou must be possessed by an evil spirit.
The symptoms are quite severe.
She quietly took half a step back, away from the finger, and cautiously asked under the other person's blank gaze, "Your mother... is inside?"
She gestured with her chin toward the large mahogany door beside her. "Why don't you go in?"
Gu Lianzhou slowly shook his head: "Mother is no longer here."
After repeatedly pondering these words, Song San belatedly realized that they meant something else entirely.
One can't help but feel a pang of regret, like slapping oneself in the face when the night is quiet.
While expressing remorse, he continued to speak, "Please accept my condolences..."
"Ugh—" A shrill female voice pierced through the crack in the door and reached Song San's ears without fail.
The word "change" was left unsaid.
She licked her lips, pointed uncertainly to the door beside her, and met Gu Lianzhou's cold and indifferent eyes, "It seems like there's someone inside, your mother is calling."
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