Chapter 29 Nightmare
The moon is at its zenith.
There was total silence in the Jingsi Courtyard.
There were only a few unknown insect chirps.
Intermittently in the quiet night.
A black figure.
Like a silent night owl.
It landed silently on the roof of Jingsi Temple.
The person who came was Zhao Wenxuan.
His face no longer had the aloofness and indifference he had during the day.
There is only a deep calm, like an ancient well.
He leaned over.
Like a most experienced hunter.
Patiently observing his prey.
He peered through the gaps in the roof tiles.
Take in everything in the room.
There was only a dim candle lit in the room.
The woman who had made him uneasy these days.
Lying quietly in bed.
Her breathing was steady and long.
It seems that he has fallen into a deep sleep.
A barely perceptible gleam flashed in Zhao Wenxuan's eyes.
He knows.
The medicinal effect of "Mirage".
It must have started to happen.
Next.
He just needs to wait quietly.
Waiting for the woman to wake up from her nightmare.
Waiting for her in her unconscious mumbling.
Revealing all the secrets deep in her heart.
He is very patient.
He could wait all night.
time.
Passing by every second.
Candlelight in the room.
Swaying gently in the gentle night breeze.
The shadow of the woman on the bed.
It is stretched sometimes long and sometimes short.
Everything seemed so normal.
So peaceful.
However.
The girl who kept dozing with her eyes closed.
In her heart.
But it is far from as peaceful as it appears on the surface.
Just when Zhao Wenxuan sneaked onto her roof.
Her heightened perception.
I had already sensed an extremely subtle and strange smell that was not from a normal candlelight.
The scent was very faint.
Mixed in the smoke produced by burning candles.
Ordinary people simply cannot tell the difference.
That is the smell of "Netherworld Grass".
An extremely rare, negative plant that grows deep in swamps.
Its sap is mixed with wax to make candles.
There will be no unusual burning.
But once.
The smoke it produces when it burns.
The medicinal properties of "Mirage" meet in the air.
They will combine into a new kind of feeling that can make people dream.
Death from cardiac arrest and suffocation without anyone noticing...an invisible poison.
What a series of killings.
What a double insurance.
Zhao Wen-xuan.
You want to kill me.
It really is...using every possible means.
He not only poisoned the soup.
Even the candles in this room.
They were all replaced in advance.
Is that the personal bodyguard Zhao Feng?
Or is it the Xiao Cui who has been conquered by her?
Or rather.
In this meditation center.
Is there a third spy he has hidden?
A huge wave surged in Ling Zixia's heart.
Her face still had that peaceful sleeping look.
She knows.
I am now in an extremely dangerous situation.
On the roof, there was a pair of wolf-like eyes staring at us.
The air in the room was filled with deadly poison.
She couldn't make any unusual movements.
Any abnormal reaction.
All of these may lead to fatal murder.
The only thing she could do.
It means to take advantage of the opponent's strategy.
In the most subtle and unobtrusive way possible.
To resolve this silent crisis.
and.
To the smug man on the rooftop.
Give him a "big gift" that he will never forget.
Her hand under the quilt.
Moved slowly.
She seemed to be having an uneasy dream.
The body is asleep.
I turned over unconsciously.
It turned into a side-lying position.
This action is so natural.
It is the natural reaction of a sleeping person.
Zhao Wenxuan on the roof.
Didn't notice anything unusual.
However.
It is this seemingly unconscious turning movement.
Let her hand be hidden under the quilt.
At an extremely hidden angle.
Silently.
He touched a small piece of the "Yang Shen Xiang" palace dress on her body.
Fallen fabric fibers smaller than a fingernail.
That piece of fiber.
It was when she was taking a shower and changing clothes.
Deliberately hidden in the folds of the sheets.
At her fingertips.
And the cloth fiber that contains strange medicinal properties.
The moment of contact.
An invisible force.
Following her fingertips.
It poured into her body like crazy.
Then.
In a more domineering and mysterious way.
From her body.
Slowly released.
This time.
It is no longer a simple reversal or decomposition of drug properties.
It is a more advanced "diffusion of medicinal properties" that is almost at the level of domain control.
A strange aura that is invisible and intangible and can only be perceived by her.
Centered around her body.
Slowly.
Towards the air throughout the room.
Spread out.
The deadly poisonous gas in the air formed by the combination of "Netherworld Candle" and "Mirage".
Under the cover of this strange aura.
Its toxicity is completely neutralized and decomposed in an instant.
They are a deadly poison that can cause sudden death in a person's sleep.
It turned into a harmless, ordinary gas that even had a slight calming effect.
The bowl of soothing soup she had drunk before had been transformed into "sweet dream soup" by her.
Its medicinal properties.
Under the catalysis of this aura.
He began with an unprecedented and domineering attitude.
Crazy.
Towards the air throughout the room.
Spread out.
A silent, invisible battle.
that's all.
In this small bedroom.
The reversal was completed quietly.
Zhao Wenxuan on the roof.
I don't know anything about this.
He is still like a patient hunter.
Waiting quietly.
Waiting for his prey.
Let out a dying cry.
However.
He was waiting for it.
But it was not the cry of prey.
It was an extremely strange, slightly sweet, and irresistible sleepiness.
The sleepiness came so suddenly.
So fierce.
Like a surging tide.
It instantly overwhelmed his proud, rock-hard will.
His eyelids.
It began to become extremely heavy.
His brain.
It also began to become blank.
He didn't even have time to react.
It feels like my whole world.
All of them were plunged into a boundless, warm and dark ocean.
His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's.
Slowly closed.
His tall and straight body.
Also softly.
Collapsed on the cold roof tiles.
Thoroughly.
Lost all consciousness.
And in the room.
The girl who kept her eyes closed.
Her long eyelashes.
Suddenly there was a slight tremor.
Then.
She slowly opened her eyes.
In those eyes.
Not feeling sleepy at all.
There is only a cold and clear scene, like an ancient frozen pond.
She slowly sat up in bed.
She glanced out the window toward the rooftops.
The corners of his mouth curled up in an extremely subtle, sarcastic arc.
Zhao Wenxuan.
Welcome to.
The dream I wove for you...
She stretched out her hand.
From the sewing basket beside the bed.
He picked up a most common silver needle used for mending clothes.
She took the silver needle.
Placed on the flickering candlelight.
Grill carefully.
Then.
She glanced at her own slender, white, flawless arm.
In her eyes.
There was a flash of extreme madness, almost self-harming cruelty.
She didn't hesitate at all.
She took the red-hot silver needle.
Slowly.
Towards her skin that was as smooth as jade.
Hardly.
Stabbed the unicorn.
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