"Or, we could find his other half of his consciousness and soul, turning him back into that kid Wen Heng, so that we could control all his souls," the uncle said calmly.
"Does the uncle know how to find his other half of divine consciousness and heavenly soul?" I pressed.
"What? You've suddenly remembered me, this old man?"
At this moment, the uncle inappropriately started to put on airs, lazily reclining on the armchair in the yard while calling out, "Little Mozi? Give Uncle a shoulder massage."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Lang appeared as if awakened, revealing a white tooth and a gleaming grin: "Same as always, two jars of wine? Oh no, three jars of wine, one for Ah Hua!"
"Then we'll need to add a leg massage!"
Alright!
As soon as she finished speaking, Ranmo began to diligently massage the uncle's shoulders and legs.
I pulled Ranmo back with great dissatisfaction: "Ranmo! When did you become such a sycophant? I never saw you being this attentive when I was working myself to the bone brewing wine for you!"
To everyone's surprise, Ranmo arrogantly pointed at the uncle and gave him a thumbs up, saying, "Our Uncle Jiuqian! He's a big shot in the Dream Realm, with profound spiritual power. Not only can he protect me and help me collect more Dream Spirit Pearls to enhance my spiritual power, but he also provides me with wine! I'm a true man who can bend and stretch, it's nothing!"
After saying that, she continued to massage the uncle's shoulders and back with a fawning smile.
I watched angrily as he, with Zhou Lang's body, finished massaging the uncle's shoulders and legs. Then, Ranmo grinned and handed me one of the three jars of wine, but I didn't take it.
Ranmo raised an eyebrow: "What? You think it's not enough? Fine, don't drink it then..."
The aroma of the wine in his hand was irresistible, and I couldn't resist snatching the jar of wine away from him, which he was about to put back.
"I knew it, you like this kind of thing! I've been good to you, haven't I!"
Ranmo cheerfully popped the cork off the bottle, tilted his head back, and gulped down several mouthfuls of wine.
Just then, the middle-aged man with his eyes downcast and closed rolled over, snapped his fingers, and lazily called out, "Zhou Lang! Give this old man a back massage!"
While enjoying the wine, Ranmo suddenly transformed into a simple and sincere Zhou Lang at the uncle's call, his eyes sparkling as he looked up at me.
The moment my eyes met Zhou Lang's, he walked up to me with a worried expression, took the jar of wine from my hand, and said to me seriously, "Ahua, you shouldn't drink alcohol right now."
Then he threw all the wine jars in his hands aside and obediently went forward to massage the uncle's waist.
I was stunned, staring blankly at my empty hand, before I suddenly came to my senses.
Then, as if in a fit of anger, he pulled Zhou Lang back and shielded him behind him, shouting at the uncle, "You're not allowed to bully Zhou Lang!"
Upon hearing this, the uncle seemed a bit annoyed and jumped up from the recliner. He pointed at me and then at Zhu Silang, who was tied to a wooden stake not far away, and said, "Hey, you heartless brat! If it weren't for you, my lover, and that ingrate, helping them collect spiritual energy and transfer qi, and eating and drinking my food these past few days, I would have given them a chance to show respect to this old man!"
I was speechless after the uncle's retort, but then Zhou Lang chimed in with a slightly lecturing tone: "Ahua, he is our uncle, but also your family member and an elder. You can't be so rude to him."
The uncle gave me a smug smile, then slumped back into his chair in a rather irritating manner: "Hey, Zhou Lang is still the most sensible one. Unlike someone else, who hasn't been around for centuries and has grown too big for his britches, he's forgotten even the most basic manners. Come on, Zhou Lang, give your uncle a back massage!"
"Um."
Zhou Lang bypassed me and obediently went forward to massage the uncle again.
I twitched my lips, annoyed, and pulled Zhou Lang over again, yelling at the uncle, "What time is it? You're still putting on airs. Shouldn't the most important thing be to gather Wen Heng's soul as soon as possible? Wouldn't you save yourself from all this trouble?"
"Look at you, you start to lose your mind whenever this kid comes up. You're nothing like that brat who used to treat love like trash!" The uncle seemed genuinely annoyed as he sat up from the recliner.
Seeing that he seemed genuinely angry, I suppressed my own emotions.
He forced a smile at the uncle: "Hehe, not at all, Uncle, you've worked so hard taking care of them! They're no match for my massage skills, so I'm doing this to show my respect. Let me massage you. Is anything bothering you? Your back, is it?"
Then I pinched the uncle's waist hard, and he jumped up from the recliner with a scream in pain: "Ouch, you brat, this isn't filial piety, it's revenge!"
I smiled at the uncle again, pressed him back down, and continued, "No way, uncle, you don't know this. In the hundreds of years I've lived in the mortal world, I've studied professional massage to make a living. Massage, you have to use a lot of force to work, so that you can open up your acupoints and feel comfortable."
The uncle, his hand aching from my pinch, grumbled and jumped up from his chair, saying bluntly, "Alright! Alright! Let me tell you, that flower you've been holding in the Mountain God Seal all day is actually a part of Wen Heng's divine consciousness and heavenly soul!"
"What?" I exclaimed in astonishment.
"Didn't they say that flower was just an ordinary flower protected by a wisp of immortal energy within the Mountain God's Seal? Ranmo said so! How did you know about that flower, Uncle?"
"The spiritual power of that Mountain God Seal was taken away from my dream world the moment you first met my Arou. What immortal power is left?" the uncle said sullenly.
"What?"
"Wasn't I in the Dream Realm to collect my own immortal power and spiritual energy? By chance, you met Fang Rou in the Dream Realm. She recognized my Mountain God Seal, so she went to save you. Actually, she was there to help me collect the spiritual energy from the Mountain God Seal. At that time, you couldn't come to the Dream Realm, so I couldn't tell you." The uncle explained on Fang Rou's behalf, as if afraid I would get angry.
"Then, why didn't you tell me back then, Sister Rou?" I asked Fang Rou, who was sitting calmly drinking tea in the pavilion.
"After I sent all the spiritual energy of the Mountain God Seal into the Dream Realm, I discovered that the flower actually contained a portion of Wen Heng's divine consciousness and heavenly soul, who was still unconscious. In order to prevent its soul and divine consciousness from being lost, I simply used a spell to set up a protective barrier for the flower, so that no demons or monsters could detect its existence. But I don't know how long this flower can live. What if I tell you and you blame me for killing your flower?" Fang Rou explained from the side.
"Then why didn't you tell me sooner before you died?" I questioned.
"I was seriously ill at the time and forgot..." Fang Rou said calmly.
"Forgot?" My lips twitched.
"Anyway, your flowers are still alive, aren't they?" Fang Rou continued, holding her teacup.
"You know that?" I asked again.
"I sensed it when I saw you at the station last time!"
"Then why didn't you tell me at the station!" I was both amused and exasperated.
"I was rushing to catch the train, but I left you my phone number so you could contact me! But you didn't contact me..." Fang Rou said innocently, shrugging her shoulders as she sipped her tea.
"You two are truly a perfect couple!" I gave them a thumbs-up with a cold smile!
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