With a flick of her wrist, Hu Tangdi's embroidered shoes disappeared from her hand. The Divine Lord immediately went to pull Ji Xiaoyao back, while Shang Lin went to find medicinal herbs to brew medicine.
After brewing the ointment, Shang Lin had Hu Tangdi apply it to Qiu Niang while he continued refining pills. The medicinal herbs were all prepared; it would be a waste not to use them, and such waste is shameful.
It wasn't until after 3 a.m. that Shang Lin finally went to rest. He took one pill, and Ji Xiaoyao took a bottle.
Hu Tangdi looked on expectantly and asked with a fawning smile, "Sect Master, don't we have any?"
Shang Lin yawned as he replied, "These are all medicines for treating internal injuries, which are not suitable for you. I will refine pills that are suitable for you when I have time. However, it is better to avoid shortcuts on the path of cultivation. Although pills are good, the tribulations will be more severe when you advance."
Hu Tangdi, “…”
Since the sect leader has said so, what else can I say? But the sect leader's pills are so fragrant, they are so tempting to eat. I suppose that's how the ghost bride was attracted, otherwise she would be so fearless.
The instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm is inherent in all living beings, even those ghosts that lack much consciousness. But the ghost bride was clearly conscious and much stronger.
However, Shang Lin didn't give Hu Tangdi a chance to speak, because he was so tired that he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, not even caring about the hunger in his stomach.
But in his hazy sleep, Shang Lin started dreaming again. No, it should be said that someone had dragged him into this dream, and he could clearly feel it, but he couldn't wake up.
Shang Lin decided not to bother and wanted to see who had dragged him in and what their purpose was. However, looking at the dim surroundings and the eerie ghostly atmosphere, he wondered if it was the ghost bride.
After all, this situation was so similar to when Qiu Niang first came to him, except that this ghost bride did not have Qiu Niang's talent and would not recite sad poems over and over again in his dreams.
Moreover, this area is within the Dragon Spirit Tower's coverage, and apart from the ghost bride, everyone here is one of their own. Shang Lin secretly pinched a talisman between his right fingertips, while his left hand was behind his back forming a hand seal, exuding an aura that suggested he would destroy the female ghost's humanity the moment she appeared.
But whether the other party sensed Shang Lin's imposing aura or hadn't decided on a "cool" way to appear, Shang Lin was on guard for a while but didn't see a single ghost.
But he couldn't escape the dream, as if he were trapped in a maze, and could only grope his way out little by little, trying to see if he could wake up from the dream.
Just as Shang Lin was circling around himself, he suddenly felt a change in the airflow behind him, followed by a chill. Without hesitation, he threw the talisman backward, followed by a cry of pain and the fall of a few strands of hair.
However, Shang Lin did not turn around because the chill behind him had disappeared. If it were to attack again, it would be in front of him. After all, under normal circumstances, anyone would instinctively turn around to see what was happening behind them.
With his back exposed, the lurking ghosts could move even faster, and he would no longer have the initiative to fight back as before. Sure enough, something appeared in front of him the next second, but it was jet-black hair, emanating a sinister ghostly aura.
Shang Lin used his left hand, which he had been preparing, to conjure lightning and strike directly. However, with his current cultivation level, he naturally couldn't summon heavenly lightning, but he had scientific enhancements that amplified the power of his metaphysical technique. If time hadn't been so limited, he could have even conjured lightning and fire.
But this ghost was really troublesome. Shang Lin's swift and fierce counterattack only damaged its hair. He hadn't forgotten how much hair that thing had. Sure enough, burning it would be faster.
However, after suffering repeated setbacks, the ghost bride was finally forced to reveal herself by Shang Lin. She was still dressed in red with black hair, but this time her hair did not cover her face completely. Instead, it hung down her back, revealing a pale face.
Her face was cracked, like parched land that hadn't seen rain in a long time; her eyes were completely black, like boundless darkness; but her lips were as red as blood, even redder than her wedding dress.
When it lunged at him, it was full of sharp black teeth, and it carried a cold and rotten aura. Shang Lin quickly retreated and almost fainted from the stench. He then used his lightning power to bombard it continuously. It was truly impossible to fight it at close range.
Even if doing so would be tantamount to killing a thousand enemies while losing eight hundred of his own, Shang Lin would not hesitate. Besides, how could a mortal like him fight a vengeful ghost in close combat? It would be too damaging to his body.
The ghost bride naturally wouldn't obediently accept the lightning strike, but the lightning was fast and intense, so she could only dodge and had no time to retaliate. Even though she dodged quickly, she still drew blood on her face and body.
Painful and unwilling screams could be heard from time to time, but at this moment she spoke, "Medicine, give me medicine."
As expected, they were attracted by the fragrance of his pills, but Shang Lin coldly said, "If it weren't for everything that happened before, and you had come to ask for the medicine in a calm and peaceful manner, we might have been able to discuss it, and we might even have accepted you as a disciple. But now... you are just wishful thinking."
Although Shang Lin had always cultivated his mind and character, he was never a pushover, especially since it was a ghost that had crossed his bottom line. However, he was at his limit and wanted to wake up from the dream as soon as possible.
However, the next second, the ghost bride opposite actually knelt down in front of Shang Lin and took out a dried-up child's corpse from her large clothes. Because it was so shriveled, it was impossible to tell how old the child was.
The ghost bride looked at Shang Lin and shed tears of blood, pleading, "Save my child."
The ghost bride was terrifying enough, but now with blood and tears, it was even more horrifying. Shang Lin understood what she meant, but no matter how well he understood, he couldn't save the child.
No, it wasn't just him; even a celestial being couldn't save the child. So Shang Lin could only use delaying tactics: "Let me out first so we can think of a way. What can I do in a dream?"
However, the ghost bride did not fall for the trap. Instead of abandoning the child, she attacked Shang Lin again. This time, she wasn't the only one; the child also moved, its dark eyes wide open as they rushed at him...
Shang Lin woke up with a start, covered in sweat, his heart pounding, breathing heavily. Qiu Niang hurriedly poured him a glass of water and brought it over, while Hu Tangdi immediately went to get tissues. Shen Jun and Ji Xiaoyao also approached.
After Shang Lin finished wiping away his sweat and drinking water, and calmed down, the Divine Lord asked, "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"
Shang Lin told the truth, "It wasn't a dream; I was dragged into a dream by that ghost."
Qiu Niang hurriedly asked, "Is the sect leader injured?"
Qiu Niang had done this kind of thing many times before, but she didn't intend to kill Shang Lin. Although she wasn't quite clear-headed at the time, she knew she needed to find someone to help her when she was lucid.
If he has little or no consciousness, then the sect leader is in danger, since he cannot summon him even in his dreams.
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