The Great Doctor Girl

After leaving the psychiatrist's clinic, I wandered the bustling streets like a lonely ghost.

The surrounding noise seemed to be separated by a mysterious transparent barrier, and the noise became blurred in my ears. My thoughts were still immersed in the soul-dissecting conversation just now, as if I were stuck in a quagmire.

Every passerby who passed by, their faces were either happy or sad, hurried or leisurely, this bustling and lively world seemed to have nothing to do with me.

I felt like I was trapped in a maze of my own making by fate, unable to find the exit and surrounded by foggy confusion.

When I got home, a familiar warm atmosphere hit me. Huang Junze, tall, strong and familiar, was busy preparing dinner in the kitchen.

Ever since he returned from his last business trip to Mount Paektu, the look he gave me was like stars falling into the deep sea, filled with love that could not be concealed.

That kind of love, like a prairie fire, burned away all hesitations and reservations. It was so pure and hot, surrounding me without any impurities.

He seemed to have become my shadow. Whenever he had free time, he would put aside all his affairs without hesitation just to be by my side.

He was wearing an apron and moving around in the kitchen. His figure was so real, so real that it gave me the illusion of a dream.

Every movement, every moment, the fireworks atmosphere exuded by his gestures has a magical power that gently plucks my heartstrings, causing warm ripples in my heart to spread out in circles, making me indulge in this atmosphere full of love.

But beneath this warmth, there are inexplicably some complicated emotions mixed in like a tangled mess, entangled in my heart, making me a little overwhelmed.

He turned around and saw me, and his deep eyes were instantly filled with tenderness, like the warm spring sun: "How was your day? Did you learn anything new?"

His voice was like a soft feather, gently brushing against my heart.

I opened my lips slightly, but then closed them hesitantly, struggling internally over whether or not to tell him the several possibilities the psychologist had mentioned.

Those possibilities are like ghosts lurking in the darkness. Once they are spoken out, I don’t know what impact they will have on our relationship.

He looked at me quietly, his eyes like the deep lake, trying to see through my heart.

But I remained silent in this silent eye contact and did not respond.

He gently put down the kitchen utensils in his hands, walked over to my side with steady steps, and gently embraced me. "Luo Shu, don't feel stressed. No matter what the reason is, we will face it together. Whether it's your concerns about your health or the conflicts in your subconscious, we can slowly sort it out."

His words were like the first spring breeze, gently blowing away the haze that shrouded my heart and making my tense heartstrings relax a little.

"Junze, thank you!" I raised my head, looked into his eyes, and nodded seriously. There was emotion in my eyes, but also confusion that had not yet dissipated.

At night, the moonlight sprinkled like water in front of the window. I lay in bed, but it felt like I was on a rough sea, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

The words "subconscious emotional conflict" mentioned by the psychologist kept flashing in my mind like ghosts. Could it be that I really have complicated emotions about our relationship that I am not even aware of?

Could it be related to the environment I grew up in?

This doubt is like a small but sharp thorn that pierces my heart and makes me feel a little painful.

Suddenly, a strong panic as strong as a storm hit me, and I felt as if a pair of cold hands reached out from the darkness and grabbed me tightly.

An inexplicable chill crawled up my spine like an icy snake, enveloping me completely.

I gently stood up and walked to the window. The moonlight sprinkled in the yard, and the mottled light and shadow created a false calm. But that feeling of uneasiness was like the rising tide, surging in my heart, becoming stronger and stronger.

At the foot of Canglan Mountain, in the abandoned Zen temple near Ziwu Village that seemed to be cursed, Chen Feng was whispering to the masked man, "We must find a way to get rid of Luo Shu before the two of them get together. Now we have to wait for her arrival to fulfill my lifelong wish. Otherwise, we will all be doomed and have no chance of survival." His voice was low and hoarse, but with an unquestionable ruthlessness.

"Don't worry, Master. It seems that their relationship is progressing well recently without Su Jingyan's interference. I have been receiving signals from them. As long as they reach the critical moment, Luo Shu will feel hot all over, become confused, dizzy, and have various other symptoms." The masked man answered respectfully, but there was a hint of pride in his voice.

"What did you do to them? Whenever they are about to have intimate relations, Luo Shu's whole body becomes hot, and they can never reach the last step?" Chen Feng frowned slightly, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, and his gaze shot towards the masked man like a sharp arrow.

"This is the magic of the 'Double Yang Locking Curse.' When the love between them is as intense as a volcanic eruption, and their emotions are as uncontrollable as a surging tide, the Double Yang Locking Curse will suddenly activate, like icy shackles, mercilessly locking away their Yang energy. Under this confinement, the Yang energy continues to rise, raging like a raging fire within the body, bringing endless danger to the body. It is like a sharp arrow shot by the god of love suddenly being cursed, bringing not sweetness, but pain. This is to prevent them from intercourse."

The masked man explained respectfully, lowering his head even more, as if waiting for Chen Feng's decision.

"This is a forbidden technique. Aren't you afraid of backlash?" Chen Feng glanced at him coldly, his eyes full of contempt, as if he was looking at an ant who didn't know how to live or die.

"As long as I can help my master, I won't mind dying." The masked man answered firmly. His tone was like that of a loyal soldier who regarded Chen Feng's orders as gods.

"Hmph, you'd better not make any mistakes, otherwise you know what will happen to you." Chen Feng snorted coldly, with a sinister light flashing in his eyes.

"Yes, Master, this time I will take the life of that ignorant girl at all costs." A fierce look flashed in the masked man's eyes, as if he had already seen the scene of me falling in front of him.

In fact, the masked man is not the real Chen Feng, he is just Chen Feng's tamed substitute.

The fire that Chen Feng himself planned many years ago also ruthlessly burned Chen Feng's appearance, turning him into a half-human, half-ghost, and unable to show himself to the public anymore.

From then on, in pursuit of the illusory yet powerful force that drove him crazy, he did not hesitate to take human lives and used forbidden techniques to suck human blood to improve his Taoist skills.

His soul had long been devoured by darkness, leaving only endless greed for power.

After the masked man left, Chen Feng turned around and, like a ghost, touched the button that was well hidden behind the Buddhist scriptures on the wall.

Following a slight mechanical sound, a narrow staircase appeared before our eyes.

He slowly walked down the stairs to the basement. The lights came on instantly, illuminating the place as bright as day.

However, this brightness only highlights the horror here.

More than a dozen half-dead bodies were neatly arranged here. Their faces were as pale as paper, without any blood. It seemed that all the blood in their bodies had been drained, and they faintly emitted the disgusting smell of death.

Chen Feng looked at these almost lifeless bodies with no mercy in his eyes, only greed for power burning madly.

He muttered to himself, "I'm almost there. As long as I can capture Luo Shu, I can use her special physique to my advantage, and my skills will be taken to a new level. By then, no one in this world will be able to compete with me."

Then, Chen Feng began to carefully prepare the final plan and waited for me to come.

He set up the "Nine Netherworld Soul Locking Formation" in the center of the yard.

This formation is based on nine pieces of obsidian dug out from an extremely dark place. Those obsidian stones seem to have been fished out from the abyss of hell, emitting a chilling and cold aura.

They were placed precisely according to the positions of the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams, and each piece of obsidian was engraved with obscure runes. Those runes seemed to be able to speak, whispering constantly, flashing a cold light, which made people shudder at the sight.

Surrounding the obsidian was a circle of small flags made of human bones. Those bone flags trembled slightly in the night wind, as if the imprisoned souls were struggling in pain.

The bone flag was stained with dried blood, which was the resentment of countless victims. Every drop of blood seemed to be emitting a shrill scream, which was creepy.

There are also various magical weapons emitting evil spirits placed in the formation, each of which he obtained by any means necessary.

They are like messengers from hell, bringing death and fear.

There is a bronze skull with two green ghost fires burning in the eye sockets of the skull. The ghost fires flicker like the eyes of a devil, and from time to time they spew out wisps of black smoke.

The black smoke seemed to have life, twisting and swirling in the air, trying to break free from some kind of restraint and find new prey.

Next to it was a rusty iron sword. The rust on the sword was dark red, and the color was like dried blood, telling of the countless kills it had committed.

A black gem was inlaid on the hilt of the sword, and faint shrill screams could be heard from the gem, as if countless wronged souls were sealed in it. They were struggling and roaring in the darkness, trying to break the seal and take revenge on the world.

There is also a gourd wrapped in black silk, with some strange patterns painted on the surface of the gourd. Those patterns seem to be wriggling in the darkness. Whenever a breeze blows, the gourd will sway slightly, and bursts of creepy sobbing can be heard from it. It is filled with suffering souls, and their pain is groaning silently.

Chen Feng muttered something and began to draw runes on the ground with blood.

The blood was drawn from the innocent people he had previously imprisoned. Every drop of blood carried strong resentment and unwillingness, as if protesting against this cruel fate.

Blood flowed on the ground and gathered into complex and strange patterns. Every part exuded a bloody and evil breath, as if the door to hell had been opened, and dark forces were surging within.

As the rune was completed, a black smoke surged from the formation, and distorted human faces faintly emerged in the smoke. They opened their bloody mouths and howled in pain, and countless wronged souls were struggling in it.

The sound echoed in the night sky like thunder, making people's eardrums hurt and their souls tremble.

Once this formation is activated, my soul will be shattered, leaving me with no chance of survival and completely disappearing from this world.

"Luo Shu, you can't escape." Chen Feng's voice echoed in the night sky. The voice was full of pride and madness, and it sounded particularly harsh in this gloomy atmosphere, like the cry of a night owl, foreshadowing the coming of death.

As he spoke, he put away the soul-collecting bag in his hand, his eyes gleaming with anticipation, as if he had already seen the scene of me being swallowed by the formation.