The cold and arrogant Tianjiao is really fragrant after being teased

Meng Chun watched the young man settle his father down, then went to the kitchen to wash wild vegetables and prepare dinner.

Meng Chun walked up to his side, waved his hand in front of him, and after making sure that he couldn't see him, he got up and left out of boredom.

He had to find a way to break this illusion and leave here quickly. He took two tentative steps and after finding that there was no uncontrollable force, he walked towards the kitchen door.

As soon as he stepped over the short threshold, he heard a faint crying sound coming from the next room. Meng Chun walked towards the next room in confusion. The closer he got to the door, the clearer the crying sound became.

Meng Chun stretched out his hand to open the tightly closed door, but he never expected that his hand would easily penetrate the door the moment it touched it.

He ignored the door and walked into the room, only to see the middle-aged man holding a blood-stained handkerchief in his hand and a tablet in his arms.

This scene made Meng Chun stunned. Wasn’t everything fine just now?

How come you got sick just after turning around?

The middle-aged man had tears in his eyes. He stared at the tablet in a trance, sobbing softly.

"Wife, I'm almost dying... I miss you so much, but our Chun'er is still so young, and I haven't found a good wife for him yet."

"But if I leave too, he will be all alone from now on. How will he live..."

"My dear wife...if you can hear what Anan said, please let me spend more time with Chun'er."

The man's tears ran down his cheek, leaving a very shallow tear mark. Meng Chun felt a little uncomfortable when he saw this scene.

Even though he knew it was just an illusion and not real, he still couldn't bear to look at the middle-aged man again.

He turned and walked out of the room and into the yard.

Separated by a door, one side was filled with endless longing, while the other side was enduring the bitterness in their hearts and searching for a way out. The man inside was still talking incessantly to the tablet when Meng Chun walked outside.

As evening approached, the sky above the small village was filled with smoke from the villagers' cooking. Meng Chun wanted to continue walking out, but the scene in front of him suddenly changed, and a familiar and uncontrollable feeling swept over his body again.

When the scene stabilized, the first thing Meng Chun saw was the broken porcelain bowl and the wild vegetable paste scattered on the ground, followed by the boy's cry: "Daddy...Daddy, Daddy!"

Meng Chun endured the control of that power, watching the young man use his thin body to support the man's body, shaking him continuously: "Dad! Wake up... Wake up——"

A blood-stained handkerchief fell, and the glaring red color stung the young man's eyes. He struggled to carry the middle-aged man on his back and staggered out.

"Dad, don't worry... Chun'er will take you to see a doctor right now..."

The scene changed again, and it was in the house of a barefoot doctor. Meng Chun endured the dizziness of being pulled by the force again, and then he could see the current environment clearly.

An old woman dressed like a woman was taking the pulse of a middle-aged man, her face as solemn as water.

After a while, she shook her head and said, "Take your father back, and then find some people to choose a day to bury him..."

Hearing this, the young man fell to the ground, tears in his eyes, and shook his head in disbelief: "How could it be... Obviously, my father was fine before..."

Meng Chun felt uncomfortable watching this. He wanted to help the young man up who had fallen to the ground, but he forgot that this was an illusion and he could not touch anything here.

His hand went straight through the boy's body, and Meng Chun used his spiritual power but found it was completely futile.

Seeing the young man with despair in his heart, he gently moved the man onto his back and walked back step by step, just like at the beginning.

I stumbled when I came and left with a dead heart.

This time, there was no power controlling him, so Meng Chun just followed the young man closely.

"You..." Meng Chun wanted to say something. Even though he knew the boy couldn't hear, he still wanted to say something to comfort him who had just lost a loved one.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, Meng Chun felt bitterness surging in his heart, and an uncontrollable feeling of suffocation drowned out the words he had not yet said. Tears fell, and he reached out to wipe them away.

The warm tears on his hands actually made Meng Chun feel a sense of reality in this illusion.

The scene changed again, but this time there was no unbearable dizziness. Meng Chun appeared in an extremely simple mourning hall.

The pale-faced boy knelt in front of two tablets and numbly threw the last handful of paper money into the fire.

Meng Chun walked over to the boy and sat down, trying to reach out to comfort him, but his fingertips still pierced the boy's thin body.

At this time, a young woman came to the outside of the dilapidated courtyard wall and said, "Meng Chun, please let me in."

Upon hearing this, Meng Chun looked up in surprise at the woman who was talking outside the yard.

Who is she calling?! Me? But isn't this an illusion?!

At this moment, the young man who had been kneeling on the ground started to move. He stood up with his frail body, walked to the gate, and said in a tired voice, "Go away. Today is the seventh day after my father's death. You are not welcome here."

Meng Chun stood at the door of the mourning hall, thinking to himself, this young man actually has the same name as him, could it be... that the illusion wrote a story based on him?

He walked behind the boy, wanting to see his appearance clearly. At this time, the boy turned around, his face was pale and there was unspeakable sadness in his eyes.

Meng Chun wanted to get closer to look at the boy's face, but a familiar feeling took control of him again, and the scene in front of him changed again.

This time it was a reed field by the river.

While Meng Chun was still wondering why this scene had occurred, a familiar cry reached his ears.

His heart sank. It was the young man's voice!

"Let me go! What are you doing! Get out! Get away! Don't touch me!!!"

In the reed field, the boy was held down by a fat woman. Meng Chun appeared behind the woman and used his spiritual power to kill her.

But at this moment, a barrier suddenly appeared around Meng Chun, causing the spiritual power to bounce back and injure the unsuspecting Meng Chun.

The obese woman loosened her belt and slapped the struggling boy.

"Bah! Bitch, you've killed your own family, so what's wrong with letting me have a taste of something new?"

"Get away! Don't touch me! Otherwise, I won't let you go even if I become a ghost!" The boy endured the burning pain on his face. Although he was very scared in his heart, he was still struggling with all his might.

Meng Chun kept trying to break the barrier in front of him, but no matter what he did, the barrier remained intact.

He could only watch as the only clothes on the young man were torn by the woman.

Meng Chun slammed the barrier in front of him, unable to hold back any longer, and roared, "Let him go! Let him go! Bastard!"

The woman's fat body was still pressing closer and closer. The boy's eyes were bloodshot and his face was covered with tears.

However, the size difference between men and women was too great, and his strength was too weak, so weak that he could not break free from the woman's restraints.

Suddenly, the boy grabbed a stone in his hand and hit the woman on the head with the stone with all his strength.

The woman felt pain and let go of the hand that was holding down the boy. Blood flowed out of the wound and soon covered his face.

The boy was freed and used all his strength to get up from the fallen reeds. He picked up a stone and turned to run. The woman, covering her wound, chased after the boy, cursing him constantly.

All kinds of dirty words are simply unacceptable.

Meng Chun was finally no longer controlled by the barrier, and he quickly ran behind the young man.

"Run, don't let her catch up to you, run!"

After running for a distance, the boy was so tired that he could not breathe, but the woman behind him was still chasing him.

The young man looked at the calm river surface, and the despair in his heart drained away his last bit of strength.