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Dream Soul Hypnosis When overused, it will backfire.
She appeared just like an ordinary person, yet her thoughts were controlled by someone else.
An Wusheng believed that within her Dream Army, there were already those with treacherous intentions, and this person might be an insider from the Sea Demon.
They understood all too well that the only one who could hold An Wusheng's life in their hands was Qingchou.
Walking in the Lost Dream of No Return felt like wandering in a desert wasteland, with no direction to be found.
He had been walking for several days without finding a way out, while Qingchou remained wide awake, quietly leaning against him, not crying, not making a fuss, and not speaking.
Occasionally, she would utter a few single-syllable words like "hungry" or "thirsty," simpler than a baby's expressions.
An Wusheng trembled uncontrollably; he felt as if he was holding a puppet, devoid of any extra expression, as if her soul had been completely hollowed out.
His heart ached terribly.
If he had known earlier, he should have taken his own life to ease her heart. He always thought she understood him and trusted him; otherwise, she wouldn't have willingly endured mutual torment with him. Ten years may not seem long, but for them, it had already been the most difficult period of their lives.
Loving was so painful and so cruel.
"Qingchou, there are too many traitors in Yao Hai, so many that even if we wait one more day, perhaps there will be no more Yao Hai left in this world. You have always known that those Sea Demon who devour people without leaving bones will never be satisfied. If they eat ten people today, they will eat fifteen tomorrow; that is their greedy nature."
He reached out and gently touched her eyes, softly coaxing, "Even if the world forsakes me, it doesn't matter. One day you will understand that those who sacrificed in the past were worth it."
He withdrew his hand; she had already closed her eyes and was breathing evenly in sleep.
In this endless darkness, he did not know how much longer he would have to lie in wait. This was a scheme where the Northern King feigned death to lure out the traitor within Yao Hai. After ten years of deep affection, he was so grateful that both he and Qingchou were still alive.
He felt true gratitude, devout as a disciple of Buddhism.
"Qingchou, you must hold on."
He knelt partially in the darkness, with only a sliver of light illuminating all his love and sincerity. "Your brother will come to save us soon..."
Qingchou was asleep, and in her dreams, someone softly called her name. "Qingchou, wake up... you can't sleep yet; you haven't taken your revenge. Have you forgotten? That person killed your brother and harmed countless innocents. If it weren't for him, you wouldn't have fallen to this state! Perhaps you will forever remain pure-hearted and innocent..."
She felt a surge of hatred rising within her limbs, urging her to stand up and walk toward that person.
That person... who was that person? She couldn't see clearly; she struggled to discern but could not open her eyes.
Another voice roared through, shouting, "I won't allow it!"
I won't allow you to die, I won't allow you to leave, I won't allow you to go to the riverbank and listen to plays with those fishermen, I won't allow you to pick pearls with Mubai, I won't allow you to make clothes for other people's children, and I won't allow you to bathe in the tide...
So many prohibitions, most of them tyrannical to the extreme, but it seemed that those words were shouted from deep within her body as if she had exerted all her strength.
Suddenly, her eyes became wet...
It seemed she finally saw that person's face; it was An Wusheng, the one who killed her brother!
She couldn't hesitate. She picked up her sword and lunged at him...
The blinding white light suddenly became clear.
She opened her eyes to find herself on a beach, with the sounds of children crying all around, from near to far... She turned to look back, and someone was walking toward her.
Dressed in tattered blue clothes, they couldn't hide his strong shoulders, revealing a broad chest.
Walking step by step through the radiant light, he seemed like a deity descending from the heavens. Qingchou covered her eyes, and in an instant, tears streamed down her face.
It turned out he was not dead. How scared she was; she had killed him with her own hands.
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