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Yes, I was possessed, and it was by a Spirit God who was incredibly powerful compared to the others I had encountered. I had no idea where it came from, but this Imposter Yincai seemed to possess abilities beyond my reach.
I was panicking, just like most people who are possessed by a Spirit God, feeling utterly helpless against the overwhelming pressure of this possession.
I was in agony, unlike most others who had been possessed. This time, the experience was not calm; it was accompanied by endless pain. Every inch of my skin, every muscle, even every pore felt as if it were being gnawed at by ants. The pain was excruciating, and I was drenched in cold sweat. Large beads of sweat rolled down my forehead. I wanted to curl up and press my hands tightly against my stomach to alleviate the discomfort, but nothing worked. My body was completely out of my control.
After a few minutes, the pain began to numb me. I rolled on the ground, my vision shifting uncontrollably. Liu Bi's anxious voice echoed in my ears, growing fainter until it disappeared altogether. My head started to spin, buzzing incessantly. There were no sounds from the real world anymore; all I could hear was that familiar and nauseating laughter from the Imposter Yincai.
Gradually, I felt my soul preparing to detach from my body, much like how a person's spirit separates upon death. It was an agonizing process; typically, when someone takes their last breath, they undergo a painful separation of soul and body that lasts for hours. During this time, the corpse cannot be moved because it is when the soul is leaving—an excruciating experience akin to a phoenix's rebirth or a moth breaking free from its cocoon, intolerant of any external disturbance. If one were to touch the corpse during this time, the pain would intensify significantly. Thus, in both past and present rural areas, it is customary not to touch a body after death.
As I experienced this sensation, despair washed over me. I reflected on everything I had done over the years and questioned whether this was some form of retribution. Yet I believed I had never committed any heinous acts—why was I facing such an end?
The intense dizziness and pain throughout my body diminished my resolve to resist. It felt like a laboring woman who could no longer endure the pain before reaching full dilation; she would beg for a cesarean section. A voice inside me kept saying, "Give up; your resistance is futile and only adds to your suffering. Leave this body behind and experience what it's like to be a wandering spirit."
Leave this body? After over twenty years of inhabiting it? Thoughts of my parents, my master, and all my friends flooded my mind—I couldn't bear to part with them. Nothing could take my body away from me; not even if you were truly Yin Chai. To be honest, I feared death. In this comfortable society we live in, who isn't afraid of dying? Even if death were inevitable, it shouldn't come in this manner. Even if it meant being expelled as just a Living Soul, I refused to accept it. Thinking about Mu Xue's current state filled me with frustration; I wanted to help her Living Soul return to her body and hear her voice in reality. If my Living Soul detached now, how could I assist Mu Xue?
A flurry of chaotic thoughts raced through my mind—thoughts filled with extreme unwillingness. Gathering every ounce of strength I could muster, I focused on my vocal cords and let out a painful scream: No~~~~~
To my surprise, I heard my familiar voice; though not melodious, it was indeed a sound that emerged from me. A spark of hope ignited within me as I began attempting to chant spells. My lips trembled continuously, but somehow the incantation flowed out. I started with an exorcism spell but quickly realized that chanting it at this moment would be pointless. Shifting my focus, I began tremblingly reciting a spell for dispelling possession; although unsure if it would have any effect on myself, there was no time for hesitation.
What usually took thirty seconds for me to chant stretched into an unknown duration as countless thirty-second intervals passed by. Gradually, I sensed the feeling of my soul detaching from my body beginning to fade away. With closed eyes and nearly exhausted from the ordeal—breathing became laborious—I kept telling myself to hold on until dawn; surely it couldn't last much longer.
My body slowly began to calm down; no longer writhing in pain but lying curled up on the cold muddy ground instead. Struggling to open my eyes revealed the dirt and weeds clearly before me; not far away stood a stone quietly rooted in the earth—so steadfast yet so ordinary. In that moment, I comprehended the true meaning of life: it's not about wealth or indulgence nor about pursuing desires; rather, its essence lies in simplicity and having a place where one can live well.
I really wanted to see Liu Bi around me, to see Mu Xue, and to see the Death Spirit that had just helped me. But I couldn't do it; I couldn't even lift my head, which was something I could do effortlessly at any other time. At this moment, even the simplest actions felt like a luxury. I had never imagined that I would feel such a clear sense of death at this age.
The buzzing in my head started to intensify again, and two words echoed in my mind: "Hold on." These two words were truly magical; they somehow gave me a glimmer of strength, preventing me from losing my last stronghold.
I vaguely heard Liu Bi's anxious voice, fragmented but understandable. The gist was: "Brother Liu, you've been possessed by that bastard. I'm going to enter your body and see if I can drive it out. Just hold on a little longer."
Understanding his intent, I couldn't help but curse Liu Bi for being brainless. Did he think this was a turf war? How could he expect to drive it out by entering my body? If my body became the battleground for him and that entity, how could I possibly endure it? I wanted to shout, "Damn you, Liu Bi! Are you trying to get me killed?" but nothing came out.
Liu Bi continued blithely, "Brother Liu, if you don't deny it, I'll take it as your agreement." After saying that, I felt another cold wind sweep through my body—chilly and uncomfortable, as if my body were about to explode.
I shouted loudly in my mind: "Damn it! You bastard, Liu Bi!"
This thought flashed through my mind before I finally couldn't bear the intense tearing sensation any longer. Everything went dark, and I fainted.
...
The afternoon sun was blinding; even with my eyes closed, I could feel its scorching rays. Slowly, I opened my eyes and saw two familiar faces—one was Xiaolin's, and the other was an incredibly ugly face with dark skin that radiated endless surprise. The mouth moved rapidly as it exclaimed, "Oh damn! Damn! You're awake! You really scared the hell out of me! If you didn't wake up soon, I'd have to carry you back home!"
The one speaking was Master Xiao. How did this goofy fat guy end up here?
"Get lost, you stupid idiot! Carry me back home? Is that what you want?" I managed to squeeze out a curse while feeling quite touched. This guy's eyes were bloodshot, and there were visible eye boogers in the corners; it seemed he hadn't rested for a long time. I didn't know how long I had been unconscious, but it must have been quite a while.
"Haha! Go ahead and curse me all you want! If you're brave enough, stand up and hit me now; I won't fight back," Master Xiao said with a grin, seemingly in good spirits despite the exhaustion etched on his face.
As I clenched my fist, I wanted to throw a punch at him, but as soon as I raised my hand, I gave up. I still had an IV drip attached, and I felt weak, lacking the strength to hit him.
Xiaolin anxiously said from the side, "Brother Liu, you're awake! I'm sorry; it's my fault that you got dragged into this."
I smiled lightly and replied, "It's okay, Xiaolin. This has nothing to do with you; it's my own issue. By the way, did you bring me back? How long was I unconscious?"
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