At this moment, the dream's protagonist, the boy in the red bib, also underwent a dramatic change!
He stopped rummaging through his intestines and just sat there blankly.
Those eyes, devoid of eyelids, were still fixed on the front, as if looking at the distorted face of their mother in a dream.
The deathly aura that had surrounded him suddenly began to surge violently, and a surge of yin energy mixed with pain and resentment erupted from his bloodied and mangled body.
At this moment, he was no longer that innocent little boy, but a ferocious and vengeful ghost.
"Holy crap, what happened? It was fine just now!"
Upon seeing this, Li Huai was horrified.
Luo Tianhe also looked completely bewildered.
Just now, I told Master Zhang Qingxiao that it might be me who got into trouble.
Pay attention to whether I look dazed or completely unable to wake up after I wake up!
But now, I seem to be fine, but the child has suddenly gone berserk.
At that moment, I suddenly had a flash of inspiration and realized what had happened.
This child has actually been avoiding memories of the past.
But our dream just now allowed him to see that scene again. He could no longer deceive himself and could only face the stark reality, which is why he became like this!
I was momentarily bewildered, unsure whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.
"Oh no! His obsession has transformed, his resentment is soaring, he's about to completely transform into a bound evil spirit!"
Master Zhang Qingxiao's expression changed drastically, clearly indicating that he considered this a bad thing.
He swiftly formed hand seals, holding the Thunder Qi Sword horizontally in front of him, its purple lightning flashing, preparing to deal with the situation that was about to spiral out of control.
I also came to my senses. Although he now knew the truth and had developed an obsession with his mother.
But if he goes berserk, it's hard to say whether we can get through that.
I was in terrible condition, and the Taoist priest was also exhausted. Li Huai and Luo Tianhe were just two accessories, and as for Lao Dao, he wasn't even an accessory; he was more like a burden.
At this critical moment, I suddenly and involuntarily hummed the strange song that his eerie mother had been humming repeatedly.
It was neither a tune nor a melody; I was merely imitating that strange melody and rhythm, and I managed to hum it out haltingly and intermittently.
The child froze abruptly, slowly and stiffly turning his head.
Those eyes, filled with resentment and malice, stared intently at me.
My heart was pounding like a drum, and my back was covered in cold sweat.
I don't know why I started humming this song.
"Mother, how do you know the song you're singing?"
The child uttered these words hoarsely, each word distinct, his voice filled with chaotic pain and an almost instinctive recognition.
Although he now harbors deep-seated hatred for his mother, he still can't help but stop what he's doing when he hears a familiar tune.
I forcibly suppressed my emotions, stopped humming, and spoke quickly in as calm and clear a tone as possible:
"I know everything that happened to you. She was in the woodshed, lighting candles and humming a song as she changed your clothes, right?"
"She held a cold knife, slicing open your back, your chest, and telling you it was like taking off old clothes..."
"You were in a lot of pain, but she said to bear it, because the new clothes looked beautiful."
"Yes, that's what she said."
The child's resentment faded somewhat, and he murmured.
A glimmer of hope appeared on his face as he looked at me, hoping for a positive answer:
"My mother is really changing my clothes, isn't she?"
"No, she lied to you!" I said, raising my voice and pointing at his bloodied and mangled body. "Look at yourself! Are you really getting dressed? Would you bleed if you were dressed? Would your intestines come out? I just witnessed everything you went through, and I understand your pain!"
My series of shouts were like heavy hammer blows to his confused understanding!
He subconsciously looked down at his exposed muscles, the everted wounds, and the dangling intestines. He then touched his bare cheeks, which had no skin and consisted only of muscles and fascia.
"Cold, pain, she's there, she's lying to me!"
He muttered those words repeatedly, his eyes flashing with intense bloodlust.
I cruelly shattered his last shred of hope, and the harsh truth was laid bare before him.
Luo Tianhe and Li Huai, who were standing to the side, were stunned and puzzled by my actions.
The child clearly realized from the beginning that his mother was lying to him, but after I stopped him, I told him the truth again. Isn't that like taking off your pants to fart?
"Where is she?!" he suddenly asked, his voice filled with renewed resentment.
Master Zhang Qingxiao and I exchanged a glance. The opportunity had arrived, and it might also be the last chance.
Whether we can make the most of the plan depends on our next answer!
"She may already be dead, her soul has gone to where it was meant to be punished," the Taoist priest said slowly, while carefully observing the child's reaction. "She should be punished for her mistakes, shouldn't she? You want to know where she is, and you also want to know why she did it, right?"
He nodded vigorously, and the yin energy surged like flames with his movements.
“We can let you see.” I took the flower tea and pointed to the cracked octagonal bronze mirror on the ground. “With this, we can see your memories, and also some fragments of her life after death, to find out if she was truly punished, but…”
At this point, I took a deep breath, paused, and stated the most crucial condition:
"After you finish reading, you must promise us that you will put down your intestines and new clothes, leave this place, and go where you belong. Because if you stay here, you will get nothing but pain and resentment, and she will never come here to find you."
This is a transaction, but also guidance.
Seeing his mother's fate partially satisfies his desire for revenge, allowing him to let go of his obsession and make him willing to face death.
He fell silent.
After a long while, he looked at the bronze mirror, then at his own mangled corpse.
Finally, he hissed:
"If you watch it, you'll know why, and you'll even see her being punished?"
"I can't guarantee I'll see everything, but I'll at least see some," Zhang Qingxiao replied cautiously. After all, it was a direct route to the underworld, and there were some things he couldn't be sure about.
The child hesitated for a long time.
Ultimately, the obsession with the "why" outweighed the fear of the unknown.
He nodded slowly. Although the resentment around him had not yet dissipated, the momentum of its outburst was temporarily suppressed.
Without further hesitation, Master Zhang Qingxiao bit his tongue and spat a mouthful of blood onto the cracked Bagua mirror.
“Using blood as a guide and a mirror as evidence, we can trace the cause and effect and examine the punishment.”
Master Zhang Qingxiao chanted incantations and made hand seals.
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