After becoming a ghost, hold the boss's thigh tightly

Zhang Ping, the monk Juexin, and the independent swordsman Yang Bai stood in front of the city gate of Xiqingdu, looking up at the three big characters "Xiqingdu" engraved above the city gate, their hearts filled with curiosity and anticipation.

They exchanged glances, as if encouraging each other, and then resolutely stepped into this mysterious city.

As soon as they entered the city, they felt a bustling atmosphere. The streets were lined with all kinds of stalls, the stall owners were enthusiastically selling their goods, and pedestrians were walking among them, picking out what they liked.

However, they were not attracted by the prosperous scene, but cast their eyes on the magnificent mansion in the distance. In front of the mansion, a long line of people lined up, and the crowd was bustling like a winding dragon.

Zhang Ping and his companions walked closer and saw that the end of the team was their destination - Lu Mansion.

They moved slowly along the team, chatting with the people around them as they walked.

They hope to learn some information from these people about the mysterious item that can make people's dreams come true.

"I heard that this item can satisfy people's wishes, whether it is wealth or power, as long as you have it, your wishes will come true." A middle-aged man said excitedly.

Another young man said with longing: "If I could get such a treasure, I wouldn't have to live a hard life anymore."

After hearing these words, Zhang Ping and others couldn't help but become more interested in this mysterious object.

They knew that it would not be easy to obtain this treasure, but they also firmly believed that as long as they had determination and courage, everything was possible.

"I heard that the item can really make up for people's regrets and fulfill their wishes." A middle-aged man in the queue sighed, "I have a friend who wanted to end his life because of business failure, but after hearing about this item, he felt like he had found a life-saving straw and rushed here immediately. He has been in prison for several days now. Although he has not returned, he occasionally sends letters home to let us know that he is okay."

Zhang Ping frowned when he heard this: "Did he realize his wish?"

The middle-aged man shook his head: "I don't know yet, but from what he said, it should be successful soon. It's just..." When he said this, his face turned a little ugly, as if he remembered something bad.

Zhang Ping's heart moved, and he asked, "Just what?"

The middle-aged man lowered his voice and said with a hint of fear: "He just said that the place was very dangerous and full of all kinds of strange and terrifying things. If it weren't for the protection of this item, he would have died there long ago. He also said that he discovered some secrets about this item, but he can't tell us, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous."

Zhang Ping's heart tightened when he heard this. Could it be that this item had some untold secret? Or was it simply a trap that attracted people to their deaths? He couldn't help but think of his own life experience, and he also had irreparable regrets. If this item could really help him realize his wish, what should he choose?

Swordsman Yang Bai's sharp eyes seemed to be able to see into people's hearts. He gently patted Zhang Ping's shoulder, and his tone was firm and encouraging: "Zhang Ping, don't let the distracting thoughts in your heart disturb your judgment. Everything in the world has a destiny, and nothing can easily satisfy all wishes. You and I are both practitioners, and we should understand this principle even more."

Zhang Ping took a deep breath and calmed his heart. He looked back at Yang Bai, his eyes flashing with determination and clarity: "I understand, Brother Yang. I am not deceived by temporary fantasies. I always keep my faith and mission in mind. We are here to explore the truth, not to indulge in illusory wishes."

The conversation between the two was like a gentle breeze, easing the tense atmosphere around them a little.

They continued to move forward, each step more resolute, because they knew that only by staying sober and calm could they find their own path in this complex situation.

Monk Juexin clasped his hands together with a solemn look, and chanted in a low voice: "Amitabha, everything has cause and effect. If you really have unfulfilled wishes, you should resolve them with right mindfulness and right action, rather than relying on external things." His voice was low and powerful, as if it could penetrate the human soul.

Yang Bai, a casual swordsman standing by, sneered and said with disdain: "Humph, what's the point of wishing everything comes true? It's nothing but human greed. If there really were such magical things, how could there be so many regrets and pains in the world?" The sword in his hand trembled slightly, flashing with cold light.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion in the team. Everyone turned their heads and saw a ragged, unkempt man rushing out of the crowd.

He looked crazy, his eyes were full of tears, he muttered to himself, and cried while running: "I saw her! She forgave me! I can't be separated from her again... I want to live here..."

The man rushed towards the door desperately. People around him tried to stop him, but he struggled free like a madman.

Finally, he rushed to the door, pushed it open, and disappeared inside.

Everyone stared at the scene in amazement, with mixed emotions welling up in their hearts.

Some people began to question whether this place was really as magical as the legend said, while others felt regret and sympathy for the man's behavior.

Zhang Ping and the other two looked at each other, and there was a hint of uneasiness in their eyes. They seemed to have a premonition that there might be more unknown secrets and conspiracies hidden behind this mysterious object.

"We must be careful." Zhang Ping said in a low voice, his tone full of vigilance, "This Lu Mansion may be full of filth, we can't trust anyone easily."

Monk Juexin nodded slightly in agreement. His eyes were calm and firm, as if he had seen through everything in the world. "That's right, we should always be alert and use mindfulness and action to deal with any situation."

Yang Bai, a casual swordsman standing by, tightly grasped the sword in his hand, a gleam of determination flashing in his eyes.

His tone was heroic, full of confidence and pride. "No matter what monsters are in here, I will swing my sword without hesitation and cut off all evil!"

So the three of them continued to line up and slowly move forward.

Their expressions seem calm, but their hearts are already surging with undercurrents, and they are prepared to face all kinds of difficulties.

They understood that this trip to Xiqingdu would be a huge test of their wisdom, courage and faith.

As the team moved forward, they were getting closer and closer to the mysterious object. Every step was like stepping on the edge of an unknown abyss, which made people feel terrified.

But they did not retreat, but moved forward more firmly, because they knew that only by facing it bravely could they uncover the mystery and find the truth.

It was Zhang Ping's turn, and only then did he truly see the specific appearance of the object.

The thing is round in shape, about one meter in diameter and half a meter thick.

Its surface is a dark grey in colour, hard and mirror-smooth.

On the front, there is an exquisite dial inlaid with various complex patterns and symbols.

On the back, there is a transparent crystal plate through which you can see the internal mechanical structure.

The whole object exudes a mysterious and ancient atmosphere that makes people fall in love with it.

At this time, a voice sounded, "Please place your hands on the sacred object."

Zhang Ping placed his hand on it in a daze, and suddenly felt a strong pulling force, which made him open his eyes involuntarily.

When he saw the familiar environment around him again, he couldn't help feeling joy and intimacy in his heart.

It turned out that he was back in that warm little courtyard, surrounded by familiar thatched houses.

"Brother, what are you doing? Come and have dinner!" A clear and pleasant voice came, bringing Zhang Ping back to his senses.

He looked in the direction of the voice and saw a familiar figure appear at the door with a bright smile on his face.

"Sister!" Zhang Ping shouted excitedly, tears flashing in his eyes. He quickly stood up, walked quickly to the door, and hugged his sister tightly.

My sister was startled by his sudden action, but soon she smiled happily.

She gently patted her brother's back and said softly, "Brother, what's wrong? Do you miss me?"

Zhang Ping let go of his sister, then squatted down and looked at her lovely face, his heart filled with emotion and warmth.

Even though he knew it was just a dream, he still felt extremely happy to be able to see his sister's face again and feel her presence.

However, when he raised his head and his eyes fell behind his sister, the smile on his face froze instantly.

Because he found himself in a desolate ruin, and the surrounding buildings had been destroyed beyond recognition.

Zhang Ping's mood became heavy as he realized that this was not just an ordinary dream, but a memory related to reality.

A terrible disaster once happened in this place, and his sister lost her life in this disaster.

He stood up slowly, looking around, trying to remember more about that time.

Every damaged wall and every broken brick seemed to tell him stories from the past.

Although these scenes were painful for him, he tried to face them, hoping to find some clues or answers in them.

As time went by, Zhang Ping gradually adapted to the environment of the ruins and began to explore the secrets therein.

He carefully walked through the narrow passages, avoiding the crumbling buildings, looking for any clues that might be related to his sister.

During this process, Zhang Ping kept recalling the time he spent with his sister when he was a child.

They play, learn, share happiness and sorrow together.

Now, these beautiful memories have become his only comfort.

Although he is a loner in reality and has no relatives since his sister's death, in this dream, he has the opportunity to see his sister again and experience that precious family relationship again.

He couldn't let go of this feeling. Even though he knew it was all an illusion, he was willing to immerse himself in it and enjoy this rare warmth.

He recalled the day when he returned home from his practice and saw his destroyed home. He looked for his sister in a panic, fearing that he would find her body.

But contrary to their expectations, they still found it, without a single ounce of luck.

Even if he succeeded in revenge, he would never be able to bring his sister back to life. This fact was like a sharp sword, piercing his heart mercilessly.

Whenever night fell, he would sit silently in front of the window, staring at the dark night sky, his heart filled with endless sorrow and regret.

He knew that no matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he achieved, he could never make up for the pain of losing his sister.

Her departure became a wound in his heart that could never heal. Whenever he recalled that time, he would feel a deep sense of self-blame and helplessness.

He often asked himself, if he had been able to better protect his sister, would everything have been different? If he had been stronger and braver, would this tragedy have been avoided? But these questions never had answers, leaving only endless pain and longing.

Despite this, he did not give up on life. He turned his love for his sister into motivation and continued to move forward.

He commemorates his sister in his own way, allowing her spirit to live on in him forever.

He hopes that through his efforts, more people can be spared from harm and no longer experience the same pain.

However, the trauma deep in his heart still exists, constantly reminding him of his loss. Whenever it is late at night, he will cry silently, missing the sister who has left.

Her smile and her warmth remained forever in his memory and became a part of his life.

Maybe one day, he will be able to let go of the past and accept the fact that his sister is no longer alive. But he doesn't know when that moment will come.

Before that, he could only bear the pain silently and move on, because only in this way could his sister's departure become more meaningful.

Looking at his sister in front of him, his heart was full of contradictions and struggles. He really wanted to stay and accompany his sister to spend this wonderful time together.

However, the responsibility of protecting the world made him hesitate. He knew that he had a great mission, and if he chose to escape at this moment, more innocent lives might be harmed in the future.

Suddenly, the memories that Ghost Lord had injected into his mind came flooding back like a tide.

The images of darkness, pain and fear made him shudder.

He realized that he would never be able to forgive himself if his sister became a victim like this.

He secretly vowed that no matter what, he would never let this happen.

Even when facing a powerful enemy, even if he knows he may not be defeated, he will never back down and must protect his sister.

So he took a deep breath and tried to calm his heart. He gently stroked his sister's hair and said softly, "Sister, I know you don't want me to leave, but I have to complete my mission. I want to protect this world so that everyone can live in peace and happiness."

The younger sister raised her head, tears in her eyes, and held his hand tightly, saying, "Brother, I understand your responsibility. But please be careful, I will wait here for you to come back."

He nodded, turned and left, his back firm and resolute.

He knew that a tough battle was waiting for him ahead, but he was not afraid.

Because he has love in his heart, concern for his family, and the belief to fight for justice.

He looked at his hands and suddenly found that they had become transparent. He was shocked and realized that this might be an illusion.

So he immediately took out a talisman from his arms, chanted a spell, and stuck it on his forehead.

In an instant, he felt a coolness spread throughout his body, and the scene before his eyes changed.

The world that was once full of noise and color disappeared, replaced by a quiet void.

He looked around and found that there were other people trapped here, but they were all trapped in their own hallucinations. Some were talking to themselves, some were laughing crazily, and some were hugging the air, with tenderness and concern in their eyes.

He observed these people carefully and found that each of them had a line of different colors on their bodies. These lines were entangled around them like spider silk and gradually extended into the void.

When all the lines come together, they form a huge net that envelops everyone.

He followed the lines and his gaze finally stopped on the void.

A pair of eyes appeared there, as if they were the masters of the entire world, and like a bright light in the endless darkness.

Those eyes were extremely deep and elusive, as if they contained infinite mysteries and powers.

He stared at those eyes blankly, and a strong feeling of awe surged in his heart.

It was an existence beyond human understanding, and it reminded him of the legendary gods.

At that moment, he felt how small and powerless he was, as if he was just a tiny speck of dust in the universe.

However, despite his fear, he could not look away, as if he was attracted by those eyes and immersed in them involuntarily.

But he felt a coolness running through his body and he reacted with cold sweat all over. He almost succumbed to the evil World-Devouring Nightmare.

Fortunately, he has the heart-protecting talisman, otherwise he would go crazy and become a slave!