A King Summoner Travels Through the World of Ye Luoli

Haunted house in an amusement park.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

A rag doll suddenly fell from the roof beam, startling Wen Xin so much that she clung to Lu Zhaoran like a koala.

"It's just a doll."

Lu Zhaoran looked at the ugly doll he had just caught and shook his head helplessly.

Knowing full well that they are cowards, they still insist on playing this game.

"Doll...phew...I thought it was a ghost..."

Having just recovered from her shock, Wen Xin patted her chest, which was heaving violently from the shock.

Thankfully it was fake.

She let go of Lu Zhaoran and straightened her clothes and hair.

"Cough... It was an accident just now. Actually, I was just trying to lie to you."

"..."

Lu Zhaoran found her forced attempt to save face both speechless and amusing.

"Let's go, we're not even halfway through this haunted house yet, don't scare yourself to death first."

After saying that, Lu Zhaoran started walking away.

"You're the one who's scared to death... Hey, wait for me."

Despite her stubbornness, Wen Xin followed Lu Zhaoran after he left, her body betraying her true feelings.

……

"It's fogging up? This haunted house really knows how to create an atmosphere."

They came to a room, and as soon as they entered, the room was filled with mist.

The haunted house wasn't completely dark; instead, there was a dim light, which grew dimmer as the fog gradually filled the room.

"Click."

"what!"

"Wen Xin?"

After hearing a scream behind her, Lu Zhaoran turned around and groped her way back, only to find no one there. She squatted down and tapped on the wooden floor where Wen Xin had stood.

There is space underground.

It looks like a trap, designed to increase the sense of terror.

Unfortunately, Wenxin, that coward, stepped on it and probably fell down.

After a while, the fog dissipated and the lights came back on. At this moment, Lu Zhaoran was the only person in the room.

Lu Zhaoran looked around and found that there were quite a few furnishings in the room.

Did Wenxin book the wrong tickets? This feels like an escape room.

However, most escape rooms nowadays are almost like haunted houses.

Let's see if we can find a way to rescue Wenxin.

After this, that coward is probably going to be scared to death.

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underground.

Wenxin fell onto a soft mat. She wasn't physically injured, but she was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

She was too scared to be alone in a haunted house.

Why was this arrangement made? It's a disaster for her.

"Lu Zhaoran...where are you...?"

Wenxin curled herself up into a ball, not daring to move at all.

"The bride is getting married! The bride is getting married! The bride is getting married in the red sedan chair!"

A child's innocent voice suddenly rang out, sounding particularly eerie in the dimly lit space.

Wenxin was really scared this time. She had the strength to shout the first two times, but now she was so scared that she couldn't even shout.

She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she felt the sound was getting closer.

"Lu Zhaoran!"

Driven to the brink of despair, her survival instinct made her desperately call out to the person she relied on most.

The singing stopped, and Wenxin wiped away her tears. What happened next was even more terrifying than the sudden start of the scary nursery rhyme.

"My legs...why have they become transparent...?"

Wen Xin stared at the transparent legs, her mind a jumbled mess. Her memories were hazy, and as time passed, in that fog, she... saw her life, so different from Lu Zhaoran's.

No! No! This isn't right! She's perfectly fine, and Lu Zhaoran is doing just fine too. They were even out having fun happily today, so where did those painful memories come from...?

She resisted those memories, yet deep down she felt they were the real ones...

Is she really dead...?

"Wenxin!"

A loud sound came, and the mechanism floor above her head opened. Wen Xin looked up and, in the dim light, saw Lu Zhaoran's face covered with beads of sweat.

In that instant, the chaotic noise in her mind, like the chirping of a hundred birds, disappeared, and her legs returned to normal, as if everything that had just happened was a hallucination caused by excessive fright.

Lu Zhaoran reached out her hand to her, gesturing for her to come up.

Wen Xin stared blankly at that hand.

She hesitated.

If everything just now wasn't an illusion, then when she grasped that hand, was she being rescued by Lu Zhaoran, or would Lu Zhaoran be dragged down by her and forever trapped in a false world?

"What are you standing there for? Are you scared out of your wits? Come here quickly, let me pull you up. I'm exhausted. This mechanism is really hard to open, it took me a lot of effort."

Upon hearing her voice, Wenxin instinctively wanted to stand up and move closer to her.

……

"Phew! I finally got you up here."

After pulling Wen Xin up, Lu Zhaoran took a few deep breaths.

"Lu Zhaoran."

"Eh?"

Before she knew it, Wen Xin had wrapped her arms around her neck and hugged her tightly.

Wenxin buried her head in the crook of her neck, tears falling drop by drop onto her body.

"Okay, okay, stop crying. It's all fake. There are no ghosts. Come on, I'll take you home."

“Lu Zhaoran, I don’t want to go home. I want to go to your house with you for a while.”

"Row."

Lu Zhaoran noticed that she was in a very low mood, and guessed that she was really frightened.

Going to Lu Zhaoran's house would obviously make her feel more at ease than going back to her own home.

After leaving the haunted house, the two took Lu Zhaoran's car to Lu Zhaoran's house.

……

"Oh? Wenxin is here!"

As soon as Qin Mo opened the door, she saw two exquisite and beautiful girls, and her mood instantly improved.

"Aunt Chen, prepare a set of bowls and chopsticks for Wenxin."

The two children grew up together, and Qin Mo knew how close they were. She also knew about Wen Xin's family situation, so she was always happy for Wen Xin to stay at her house for a few days.

Hello, Aunt Qin.

Upon seeing Qin Mo, Wen Xin paused for a moment, then quickly recovered, politely greeted her, and followed Lu Zhaoran into the Lu family home.

"Mom, where is my dad?"

Lu Zhaoran didn't see her father, Lu Jun, while eating, so she asked him about it.

“There’s something going on at the company today, your dad is still in a meeting.”

Qin Mo picked up a piece of braised pork for her, and smiled gently after watching her eat it.

As Wen Xin watched the tender interaction between the mother and daughter, her eyes welled up with tears.

"Aunt Qin, Zhaoran, I forgot to wash my hands, I need to go to the restroom first."

Wen Xin greeted them and then went to the restroom.

She turned on the tap, and as the water flowed out, listening to the sound of the running water, she could no longer hold back her tears.

She could pretend that her father didn't exist, but she once had a mother who loved her dearly, and she knew the pain of losing her mother better than anyone else.

Lu Zhaoran lost two of his closest relatives on the same day...

She walked to the mirror and saw her somewhat illusory reflection.

After leaving the haunted house, she discovered that whenever her emotions fluctuated significantly, her body would become unreal.

And the memories... are slowly becoming clearer.

As the saying goes, even as a ghost, you won't be let go. If a person's obsession is too deep, their soul will cling to the person or thing they cared about most before they died.

After dying in that small room, she didn't encounter the legendary Bridge of Helplessness, nor did she go to the underworld or reincarnate. Perhaps because she was determined to stay in this world, God didn't force her to leave. In any case, from that day on, her soul stayed by Zhaoran's side for decades, watching her snatch back what belonged to her from that pack of wolves, watching her become more and more independent and strong, and Wenxin became more and more at ease.

But... in those years, she watched as Lu Zhaoran changed from being a cheerful and lively person to being so taciturn. On weekdays, besides being busy with work, he would stay alone in a quiet room, occasionally practicing a few words, playing a few games, or casually drawing a few pictures.

The higher you climb, the colder it gets; who would have thought that Lu Zhaoran would feel no joy at the moment of his success?

She could have had a very happy life.

Wenxin wanted to hug her at that moment, but as a lonely ghost, she couldn't do anything.

Later...later...

What happened next? Why doesn't she remember?

Her last memory was of the day she couldn't find Lu Zhaoran.

That day, she drifted around, unable to find Lu Zhaoran anywhere, as if Lu Zhaoran had completely evaporated. After that, she had no memory of him. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in a world different from the one in her memory. She liked it here; this was the world she and Zhaoran had hoped for.