Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Zhu Wuyao seems to have encountered a ghost.

It sounds unbelievable, but it really happened.

Startled awake, Zhu Wuyao's eyes were filled with surprise and doubt. She reacted quickly, immediately getting up on her sword and surveying the surrounding area.

No enemies?

She landed gently on the ground, still wary.

Although cultivators can stay awake through meditation and do not need to sleep frequently.

But as a human being, Zhu Wuyao still takes a nap every now and then. The feeling of being refreshed and full of energy after waking up is something that meditation can't compare to.

However, when she fell asleep tonight, she had a nightmare.

It wasn't just a nightmare, it was almost a nightmare. She was clearly aware that she was dreaming, but no matter what she did, she couldn't wake up.

She seemed to hear ghostly weeping.

Countless black wisps swirled around her, rendering Zhu Wuyao unable to move, as if dragging her into an eternal dream, forever sinking into darkness.

The palpitations lingered for a long time.

Although there is reincarnation in this world, there should be no hell. Otherwise, she would have suspected that she was dreaming of visiting the Yama King's palace.

She looked a little unhappy.

What exactly happened? Was he cursed, or did he get involved in too many other people's business along the way and get ambushed?

Although Zhu Wuyao wasn't very knowledgeable, he had at least taken classes at the Zhaixinglou.

The experience I just had was clearly a manifestation of a mortal being possessed by a ghost.

Where did this ghost come from, that it could entangle a cultivator?

Although it didn't have much of an impact after waking up, such an abnormal situation was hard to ignore, and it might just be the trick of some petty person.

Thinking of this, Zhu Wuyao performed a set of sword techniques, displaying a completely calm and unhurried demeanor.

The sword, without a blade, is sheathed, its ink-black color deep. A breeze blows, and the night is silent.

Zhu Wuyao smiled slightly, her clear voice breaking the stillness of the night:

"Have you seen enough? Why don't you show yourself and we can talk?"

She stood tall with a sword on her back, her smile unchanged. A gentle breeze brushed her hair, and all around was silent.

They held that position for several dozen breaths, but still no one came out.

Zhu Wuyao's smile crumbled.

"no one?"

This makes the problem even more complicated. If someone was ambushed and didn't follow them, it means the person who did it was very confident.

Zhu Wuyao instantly thought of many things, especially curse techniques like the Seven Arrows of Nailhead, which are difficult to defend against.

Most importantly, she had no idea what was going on.

I hope that you will not hesitate to speculate about what happened to you with the utmost malice, making a mountain out of a molehill, rather than losing your life in a muddle!

Let's assume it's a curse-based killing technique.

If there is little time left, she won't be able to return to the Star-Picking Tower. If the curse technique has a lot of time left, then it won't matter if she returns to the Star-Picking Tower later.

The most urgent task is to find out where the problem lies.

Let's launch a surprise attack, turn back, and retrace the route we came from to see which family harbors resentment towards her and has been acting suspiciously lately!

Visit a renowned doctor along the way.

Ideally, one should find a bald monk skilled in performing rituals to purify oneself.

They continued their exploration while returning to Zhaixinglou.

Those who achieve great things cherish their lives.

Protecting our lives starts with me.

Zhu Wuyao was not careless at all. Upon noticing the signs, he immediately turned back.

They were almost at the western border, just one step away, when Zhu Wuyao unexpectedly set off back.

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Day three of our journey.

Zhu Wuyao hasn't been able to sleep lately, fearing that she'll be pulled into a dream from which she'll never be able to escape.

But the problem seems to be even more serious.

She was meditating and cultivating in a cave, immersing herself in the sea of ​​consciousness and wandering in the vast emptiness.

But suddenly, they were dragged into boundless darkness.

Zhu Wuyao felt a chill run down his spine.

As expected, she wasn't making a mountain out of a molehill; the problem was really serious. What used to be just a dream was now causing her to encounter ghosts even while meditating.

She forced herself to calm down.

I saw dark, gloomy energy swirling around me, and heard a voice that seemed both real and unreal.

"Ouch—it hurts, it hurts so much..."

"Run! Run!"

"I can't escape... I'm so hungry..."

……

The cries of sorrow were incessant, breaking one's heart.

Zhu Wuyao's expression was very cold.

She didn't know what was going on, nor what the ghost that was haunting her had experienced in its previous life; her only thought was to get away as soon as possible.

It seems that this method of harming people may require sacrificing human lives?

Do your best to eliminate evil.

Zhu Wuyao's murderous intent surged, realizing that he had been too soft-hearted all along.

He even used human lives as a sacrifice to take revenge on her.

As she tried to break free, she wondered who it could be.

It's better not to think about it; the more you think about it, the more troublesome it becomes.

She meddles in far too many other people's business.

When parents commit evil, the children are innocent; the person in charge, though power-hungry, did not kill; they cut off someone's livelihood but did not take their life; and then there's the rogue cultivator who managed to escape...

She even taught the little girl in the village who had her hair pulled and her hair tied up two times how to be a village bully.

How long will it take to verify all these details?

Perhaps it was the sound of ghostly wails that disturbed her peace of mind. Zhu Wuyao felt herself filled with resentment and malevolent energy. She said:

"Stop howling, give me directions, and I'll avenge you."

Perhaps it was the word "revenge" that provoked the ghostly energy, for their cries weakened, and they continued to wander and wail.

Ghostly energy is ignorant and unknowing, driven only by instinct, yet it has no consciousness of its own.

But Zhu Wuyao still noticed that the crying had weakened for a moment.

She tried to conjure up her own bladeless sword.

The thought flashed through my mind, and just like in my dream, the Unsharp Sword appeared in my hand.

With a weapon in hand, Zhu Wuyao's courage grew considerably, and he directly swung his sword, ready to strike.

However, the ghostly energy was completely unaffected. Its formless shape passed through the bladeless sword, causing the slashing motion to freeze. The bladeless sword and Zhu Wuyao were both imprisoned in place.

Zhu Wuyao suddenly woke up with a start.

Looking at the carved-out mountain walls all around, I felt a sense of relief at having survived a disaster.

She adjusted her breathing, wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, and her gaze was exceptionally sharp.

Zhu Wuyao truly felt threatened.

At first it was just in dreams, but now it has developed into being haunted by ghosts while meditating. And then, who knows, my consciousness might be trapped in the ghost realm again in broad daylight.

Can I really deal with someone with such abilities?

The sound of ghosts wailing still echoes in my ears.

Thinking of the feeling of being trapped and helpless, Zhu Wuyao felt a deep sense of frustration.

Just like when she first met Shen Anzhi and the cultivator, the instinctive sense of vigilance and crisis that arose within her, and the feeling of helplessness, were simply infuriating.

Zhu Wuyao took a deep breath.

We must find the root cause immediately; time is of the essence. This matter is too bizarre, and if it happens a few more times, I'm afraid I'll go mad.

She gripped her sword tightly and rushed to the next familiar place that very night.

Over the past three days, Zhu Wuyao set off on his return journey, finding about 70-80% of the people he had offended. He searched for them in secret, and found nothing unusual.

For the past month or two, I wish you a journey without invitation, traveling under the stars and moon, without needing to linger too long.

I estimate it will take about seven or eight days to complete.

If the illness is not serious, Zhu Wuyao believes there is still hope.