“It’s me, Ahua.” Zhou Lang said sincerely.
Hearing him say that, my nose tingled, and tears streamed down my face as I threw myself into his arms.
She held him tightly and whispered, "Is it really you?"
However, while I was earnestly trying to shed tears, Zhou Lang shook his body and covered his mouth with his hand above my head, secretly laughing.
It then dawned on me that Zhou Lang would never call me an idiot, much less mock me in such an inappropriate manner.
I shoved him out of my arms and shouted, "Who are you, you scoundrel!"
"Ah Hua, you still get confused and irrational whenever Zhou Lang is involved. You don't even recognize who I am?"
As the person in front of him spoke, the man who had just been Zhou Lang transformed into a dark, phantom-like figure, grinning with a sinister, snow-white tooth.
"Ranmo! Even you're bullying me!" I couldn't tell if it was seeing Ranmo that finally made me lower my guard, or if I was angry because of his teasing, or if I was disappointed because he wasn't Zhou Lang...
With teary eyes and furrowed brows, she unleashed all her emotions, without any defense, into a furious outburst at him.
Seeing how angry I was, Ranmo could only lower her voice and say weakly, "Who told you to only have eyes for that Zhou Lang? These Gu worms and I can only take his form."
I sobbed angrily while glaring at him sideways.
Ranmo had no choice but to compromise, raising her hand to wipe away the tears on my face while softly saying, "How can you be so calm in front of outsiders, but always cry in front of me, and cry so ugly!"
People say that longing is silent, but during the time that ink lingered in my heart, all my longing for Zhou Lang and my secret weeping were deafeningly disturbing to him.
I felt a cool sensation sweep across my face.
But the tears on my face weren't wiped away, so I rubbed my face haphazardly on his ink-stained white clothes in annoyance.
"You're ugly! Your whole family is ugly."
"Huh? Huh? Huh? Ah Hua, you're still as vulgar as ever, without a trace of a woman's shyness or reserve. You really don't treat yourself like a woman, or do you not see me as a man at all!"
Ranmo's tone, though seemingly disdainful, was full of condescension, yet he stood firmly without flinching, letting me rub against him roughly.
I glanced at him!
Anyway, he's seen all of me without a care for my image, and I don't care what he thinks of me. I've never really seen him as a man.
"So you really have come to the Dream Realm. Haven't you found even a single piece of your soul yet?..."
Let me get back to the main point.
Ranmo shook her head: "However, I heard from the Dream God that my other souls have already arrived in the Dream Realm first and have completed the transaction with the Dream God. I should be able to reunite with me and the other souls soon, but we haven't met yet."
I simply said, "Oh."
The air began to solidify.
After a while, Ranmo broke the silence again: "Want to go have a couple of drinks?"
"Want to grab a couple of drinks?"
Ranmo and I said in unison.
"However, the wine in the Dream Realm is not like that in the mortal world, where you can eat and drink it just by paying silver. Here, you have to give them Dream Spirit Pearls left behind by mortals, but with my current spiritual power, I am not strong enough to go to the Dream Realm tavern to drink."
I hung my head, feeling somewhat dejected.
"However... I can take you to a place where you can drink alcohol," Ranmo said with a wicked smile.
Under the cover of darkness, two figures dressed in black rose and fell on the rooftops: "What are we doing here again?"
Ranmo and I cautiously peered around, exploring our surroundings.
In the dream world, all the buildings are manifestations of the thoughts and ideas that mortals have when they dream.
The place Ranmo brought me to was a rather old and rustic place with houses that were completely different from modern buildings.
"This place is a house built in the real world of dreams, a place for us wandering ghosts and dream spirits to live in."
"Let me take you for a drink..."
Ranmo and I leaned against the high wall of this small courtyard, and I could smell the rich aroma of wine from afar. I was completely captivated and said, "It's good wine."
"There was a drunkard living in this house. I took his wine several times without him noticing. He had so much wine that he never cared about the safety of his own wine."
"We can just walk right in and he probably won't even notice. Come down." Ranmo jumped off the wall and then turned to me boldly, saying, "Come down, he can't see us!"
Seeing that he said that, I jumped down as well.
We sneaked into his woodshed, which was filled with wine jars, and one of us tiptoed away, grabbing a jar of wine and running towards it.
Unexpectedly, just as we ran out the door, a giant net suddenly fell from the sky, trapping me and Ranmo and hanging us on a tree.
"You little brats, I've let you go time and time again. Do you still dare to come back?" A man's cursing voice came from beside him.
Ranmo and I struggled to break free from the net, but the more we struggled, the tighter the net became.
Below us, a ragged, disheveled man whose face was obscured was poking our buttocks repeatedly with a long stick.
The poking made me and the ink stain tremble on this net suspended in the treetops.
"I'll show you you're stealing my wine! I'll show you you're stealing my wine!"
It made my back ache, my legs cramp.
"My hero, let's talk this out."
I started begging for mercy.
"Put us down first, we'll apologize to you, and we won't do it again."
The ink dyed ink seemed to agree with my pleas for mercy.
"Speak louder, I can't hear you!" The people below pricked up their ears to confirm again.
"I'm sorry, we won't do it again next time, we'll compensate you with money." I continued to make things up.
"Do you know where this is? This is the Dream Realm. The Dream Realm doesn't need silver; what it needs are people who exchange Dream Spirit Pearls."
"Hero, we'll compensate you with the Dream Spirit Pearl, okay? Put us down now!"
My buttocks and Ranmo's sore from being poked, and we were also dizzy from being swayed around.
"We'll do anything for you, even work like oxen and horses, to compensate you with Dream Spirit Pearls, just say something!"
I questioned.
"Thud!" Ranmo and I were thrown hard off that tree again.
I calmly straightened my clothes, pointed at Ranmo, and shifted the blame to him: "It was him, he's the one who stole the wine. I just arrived today."
However, the middle-aged man suddenly looked at me in astonishment and exclaimed in confusion, "Little devil?"
I was stunned and didn't quite react when this uncle suddenly changed his tone and called me "little devil".
The only person in the world who calls me "Ghost Girl" is Uncle Mountain God.
I rubbed my eyes in disbelief, carefully examining the somewhat weathered man in front of me to confirm that it was indeed: "The Drunkard Uncle!"
"You little devil!"
"Drunkard uncle!"
"Aaaaaah!"
I was both surprised and delighted. Seeing the long-lost face of the Mountain God Drunkard Uncle was like seeing a relative, and I jumped up excitedly.
Then, like a child who had been wandering and suffering all kinds of grievances finally seeing his elder, I rushed into his arms: "Waaaaah..."
She started sobbing and crying!
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