I peeked into the room and saw that the three old men had finally reached Wen Heng's bedside.
But when we got to the bedside, why did he stand still? "Lie back down!"
I was getting impatient and a little annoyed. What was all that dawdling about?
I looked at the rising sun on the horizon, its pale light just beginning to appear before dawn.
The three old men inside the house, however, remained remarkably calm and unhurried.
What's even more heart-pounding is that at this very moment, Wen Heng, who was sleeping on the bed, suddenly woke up in surprise.
He opened his sleepy eyes and rolled them around, examining the talisman hanging in front of his eyes on his forehead.
I gasped in surprise.
They were afraid he would reach out and tear off the talisman, and the three spirit masters would definitely run away without recognizing their master, and all their efforts would be in vain.
Wen Heng seemed to see the three souls standing in front of him who looked exactly like him, and curiously blinked as he stood up from the bed.
The soul within the body began to glow with golden light, flickering and calling to the three spirits that glowed with green light.
The thing outside the door seemed to get anxious when it saw that I was unmoved by reason or persuasion.
It began to fight me to the death, determined to break through the barrier of spiritual energy and launch a fierce attack on me.
Caught off guard, I grabbed the peach wood sword in my hand and started fighting him.
The night spent summoning Wen Heng's three souls in ghostly language had exhausted most of his vital energy.
Faced with the enemy's relentless and fierce attacks, they were almost unable to hold on.
However, just before dawn, the ghostly thing's spiritual power seemed to begin to weaken.
I finally found an opportunity and stabbed that monstrous thing with a spinning sword.
It was unclear where the stab had struck him, but all that could be heard was his continuous groans and angry curses: "Little flower spirit, I will watch you be punished by heaven, suffer the eight kinds of human suffering, grow old and lonely, and beg me for mercy. We'll see."
Then they slunk away as if fleeing without a trace.
Gazing at the distant horizon where the sun and moon once again shone together,
After turning around and seeing that the three souls had already entered Wen Heng's body in an orderly manner, he closed his eyes and lay back on the bed, falling fast asleep.
I collapsed to the ground, finally letting out a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, everything went smoothly before the Zhou couple got up in the morning and were not sent out.
Several loud rooster crows came from afar, and the orange glow of the sun and moon shining together reappeared on the eastern horizon.
Everything from last night returned to normal as if it had never happened.
I've heard that the union of souls requires a period of repair and adjustment.
Even though Wen Heng has now regained his three souls, he doesn't seem to have changed much compared to before, except that his eyes are more expressive and his expressions are richer.
However, Wen Heng still loves flowers as always, but there are no flowers of his favorites available for him to enjoy in this season.
So today, Old Man Zhou is sitting at the stone table in the courtyard, very seriously carving a wooden flower.
The old lady also brought over paints to help mix the colors, and after Old Man Zhou applied the colors...
Grandma Zhou picked up the fine, vibrant red wooden flower with its distinct layers and examined it carefully for a moment before smiling and saying, "Doesn't it look like a wooden hairpin?"
As she spoke, she tried to put it on her temples, but she couldn't get it on properly after several attempts.
Seeing this, Old Man Zhou raised his hand and placed the wooden flower in her hair bun, which looked just like a red plum blossom blooming in the white snow.
Old Man Zhou praised with eyes full of affection, "Beautiful!"
Wen Heng and I sat around them, and without prior arrangement, we both rested our chins on our hands, staring blankly at the two elderly people in front of us who were smiling like spring flowers. We were also infected by their smiles and grinned foolishly.
Grandma Zhou noticed our silly laughter and then, ashamed, took the flower off her head: "Look at us, we're all so old and still playing with children's things."
Grandma Zhou handed the bright red wooden flower to Wen Heng. Wen Heng looked at the wooden flower, which was different from the ones he had seen before, with great curiosity, and began to play with it in his hand.
But I was quite intrigued by the paint that Grandma Zhou had ground. I found a piece of wood that Grandpa Zhou had discarded, shaped like a flower, picked up a brush, and tried to draw something on it.
After thinking for a long time with his eyes darting around, he finally put pen to paper.
When Grandma Zhou and Grandpa Zhou saw me, they also picked up a pen and drew a portrait of me, somewhat resembling Zhou Yu, with a silly grin.
Grandma Zhou picked up the portrait flower piece I had drawn and examined it carefully for a moment, her face full of satisfaction: "I didn't expect my Ahua to be able to draw. The drawing is a bit ugly, but it still looks quite like our Zhou Lang. However, something is missing on the back."
As she spoke, Grandma Zhou picked up a brush, and Grandpa Zhou also helped her arrange the paints.
On the back of the flower petal, I inexplicably drew a smiling portrait of myself: "That way, Ah Hua and Zhou Lang can be together every day."
I took the flower petal and examined it carefully. I never imagined that these two old people were so talented. One of them was an exquisite carver, and the other was a lifelike painter. They were truly hidden talents.
Upon hearing this, Zhou Lang snatched the flower petal from my hand, took out the lifelike flower from his own hand, and stared at it with a puzzled expression, seemingly more curious about the flower petal in my hand with his portrait painted on it.
Huh? This kid's even learned to steal other people's things now.
My temper flared, and I was about to get up and snatch it back.
Suddenly, as if remembering something, Wen Heng imitated the way Old Man Zhou put flowers on Old Woman Zhou and carefully placed the wooden flower hairpin in his hand on my temple.
Wen Heng's clean, sunny smile seemed to say, "Beautiful!"
I paused, stunned for a moment, then touched the wooden flower by my ear and silently sat back down.
I hope he won't wear it on my head like he did last time, in such a silly and tacky way.
Alright, I'll reluctantly let you off the hook this time.
The elderly couple, however, burst into laughter...
Old Man Zhou was surprised to see Wen Heng so enamored with the flower petals in his hand.
A flash of inspiration
I found a strand of red string, punched a hole in the flower petal with Wenheng and my portraits on it, and hung it around Wenheng's neck, saying, "This way you won't lose it and you can see this flower anytime, anywhere."
Wen Heng carefully examined the small flower on his neck, seemingly quite satisfied...
I looked Wen Heng up and down in disbelief. Sure enough, he was a little different from before after finding his three souls.
In recent months, I have tried to summon back Wen Heng's remaining soul on every full moon.
But all efforts were in vain. Could it be that, as that ghostly thing said, only a magical body could possibly recall the remaining souls?
It seems that my sword strike hit that thing's vitals, and I haven't seen it since.
I observed Wen Heng's behavior. Before, he was like an ignorant three-year-old child, but now he has the mind of an eight or nine-year-old child who can think and throw tantrums.
Although he was only a god with two souls and three spirits, a god's abilities should not be so much less sharp than a mortal's. Could it be that he has really lost his divine consciousness?
Wouldn't that be even more difficult than summoning back Wen Heng's soul?
If that's the case, what should I do?
Thinking about this, I felt depressed and irritable. The more I looked at Wen Heng, the more I found fault with him. In order to vent my dissatisfaction...
Whenever I see him eating something, I snatch it from his hand and have a bite.
I would snatch whatever he was playing with and play with it for a while. Seeing his pouty, aggrieved look, as if he was about to cry, made me feel incredibly happy and satisfied.
Gradually, he was able to utter words in three-word phrases.
For example, with my guidance, they've learned to prioritize bringing any delicious food or fun toys to me and offering them to me proactively: "Ahua, eat."
"Ahua, play."
"Ahua, drink."
I stroked his head with great satisfaction: "Not bad! You're a promising student, worthy of being the 'child' I raised." He seemed to enjoy my stroking of his head, revealing a hint of smugness.
Considering how filial he is, I plan to visit that old man again.
If it weren't for his advice, I wouldn't have been able to so easily recall Wen Heng's three souls and drive away that ghostly thing.
He not only recognized Wen Heng's extraordinary physique at a glance but also knew how to summon back the soul of a supreme god. He must have been no ordinary mortal in his previous life.
Perhaps he has other ways to summon back Wen Heng's remaining soul.
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