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"Damn it,"
Shangguan Mingyue exclaimed, throwing down the Ink Line and cursing loudly, her face contorted with anger.
I was completely baffled by the situation and quickly grabbed her to calm her down.
"Stop cursing for a moment and tell me what’s going on,"
She turned to look at me, her head hanging in defeat.
"Who else could it be? It's those idiots from the Cult of Spirits. What bad luck to be taken away like this. When Chen Sang came, he brought talismans, so when danger struck, the people from the Cult of Spirits could just take her back."
With that explanation, I understood. It seemed tonight was going to be another wasted effort.
I felt uncomfortable with all this Polluted Blood on me. "Mingyue, let's head back."
After returning to the hotel with Shangguan Mingyue, I hurried to the bathroom to take a shower.
The wound on my hand looked a bit pale after washing, and it wouldn't stop bleeding.
Seeing that the cut wasn't too big, I didn't pay much attention to it and just slapped a band-aid on before going to bed.
This situation wasn't as simple as it seemed; rather than staying here stuck, it would be better to conserve my energy and plan ahead.
Red, everywhere was the blood-like red,
In the sea of blood, the haunting laughter of women echoed,
Sharp and prolonged, it sent chills down my spine.
Though my consciousness lingered, I couldn't awaken, trapped in this dream.
The atmosphere was suffocating; I felt as if I could hardly breathe.
These spirits seemed to possess some power, and in the pitch-black sea of blood, various horrifying sounds filled the air.
In my slumber, I was as fragile as an infant, devoid of any strength to resist, like a fish on a chopping board waiting to be slaughtered.
"Do you want to see me? Hahaha..."
As the voice grew closer, a woman in red appeared before me, her disheveled hair obscuring her entire face. I couldn't see her features, but an inexplicable sense of eeriness washed over me.
"Who are you? What do you want?" I couldn't help but ask, my trembling voice betraying my anxious heart.
"Come on, take a look at me,"
The woman's tone was thin and sharp, piercing through the air with an unsettling clarity.
A Red-Clad Woman floated before me, her pale hand slowly lifting the Long Hair that hung in front of her.
A Pale, Greenish Face emerged, one side covered in scars that dripped blood downwards. One Eyeball was missing, while the other dangled outside the eye socket.
She opened her mouth and smiled slightly, her tongue immediately falling out and dangling as she lunged toward me.
"Ah!"
With a sharp scream, I jolted awake. When I opened my eyes, the once white bedsheet was now stained a deep crimson, large patches of fresh blood splattered across it.
A shiver ran uncontrollably through me. What on earth was happening?
"Yan Xi, what's wrong? Are you okay?"
I was shaken vigorously by someone, and it took a moment for me to regain my senses. Turning my head, I met the anxious face of Shangguan Mingyue.
"Mingyue, look at my hand."
I raised my bloodied hand high for Shangguan Mingyue to see. Blood trickled down from the wound on my wrist; it had been a night and yet it still hadn’t healed.
She grasped my fingers and leaned in closer to examine the injury. Her brow furrowed tighter, and her face turned particularly pale.
"Mingyue, what’s happening to me?"
I asked her, but she didn't respond. Instead, she turned around and began rummaging through everything in a frenzy.
Seeing her so anxious made me a bit worried, and I wanted to help.
"What are you looking for? Just tell me, I can come down and help you look."
"Stay put and keep your mouth shut," she shouted, leaving me stunned in place.
She emptied her entire bag and finally found a box. With an excited expression, she rushed over to me.
"Yan Xi, you're saved!"
Shangguan Mingyue carefully pulled out a piece of talisman paper from the box, unfolded it, and then urged me to extend my hand.
The moment the talisman touched my skin, the blood stopped flowing.
"Yan Xi, you've been poisoned. This talisman can only ensure that you won't bleed for now; it can't guarantee that it will cure the poison."
I've been poisoned.
When did this happen? How was I unaware of it?
As I carefully recalled the events of last night, the only difference between me and Shangguan Mingyue was that my blood had come into contact with Chen Sang's. Could it be that Chen Sang's blood was poisonous?
"Bright Moon, do you know what kind of poison this is?"
She shook her head at me, her expression filled with regret. I felt a bit disappointed; if I knew what this poison was, I could look it up in a book. Perhaps Liu Qingfeng's book had a way to counteract it.
"Yan Xi, don't be afraid. I'll contact my master right away. He will definitely have a solution. Don't let his frugality fool you; that Old Man is quite remarkable."
While she comforted me, she anxiously informed her master.
It was the senior brother who answered the phone. After hearing the news, he assured us that he would immediately inform the master and told us not to worry.
Due to my injuries, I had to stay in the hotel all day, not even allowed to go outside.
I had originally wanted to visit the hospital, but Shangguan Mingyue wouldn’t allow it. It was best for me not to go anywhere at this time.
Principal Chen had also been notified; he understood that such matters couldn’t be rushed and that there was no immediate solution.
That night, as I fell asleep, it wasn't long before I entered that blood-red world.
Everywhere I turned, there were evil spirits trying to kill me. In my dream, those ghosts were incredibly powerful.
As I turned around, I saw a headless Evil Spirit behind me, roaring at me.
"Gu Yanxi, I will make you die,"
It was Yuan Yuan, who was already in a state of panic yet still clung to me.
She reached out and grabbed me, wanting me dead.
I wanted to perform a spell against her, but the energy wouldn't coalesce. My attempts to counter her ghost-repelling technique were utterly ineffective.
Just when I felt I was on the brink of death, she threw me to the ground, her mocking laughter echoing around me.
"Gu Yanxi, I won't let you die so easily. I want to torment you, make your life worse than death,"
She walked away, leaving me helpless on the ground.
Just when I thought it was all over, someone lifted me up again, dangling me in mid-air.
This time it was Jiang Sisi, the same Jiang Sisi who had panicked after scratching my wrist and seeing the blood.
She looked up at me, her eyes filled with a clear sense of mockery.
"Gu Yanxi, look at you now. Aren't you so capable?"
What followed was a harsh slap that left my face swollen and red.
They were all laughing at me, tormenting me, the souls that had once been under my command now seeking revenge. I was suspended in midair, surrounded by their mocking laughter below.
The sound of their ridicule filled my ears, driving me to the brink of madness. I decided not to think too much anymore, lowering my head and shutting my eyes.
I felt things constantly crashing around me. I curled my body as much as I could; with my hands bound, I could only use my feet to protect my belly.
My child must not come to harm. This is the child of Mu Xuanche and me; nothing must happen to him.
Suddenly, just when I was most worried about the baby, a piercing cry echoed in my ears—a particularly sorrowful wail.
Pain shot through my abdomen. Was my child in danger?
He was crying, pleading with me.
"Ah!"
I sprang up in anger; no one could harm my child.
"Yan Xi, wake up!"
Hearing a warm voice nearby, I tried to open my eyes, guided by the sound. What came into view was a handsome face, and then I fell into his embrace.
"What are you doing here?"
Being held by Mu Xuanche made me feel particularly safe.
"Mu Xuanche, our child is gone. Just now, I heard him crying, and there are so many evil spirits trying to kill me. What should I do?"
I incoherently poured out my dreams to Mu Xuanche; in front of him, I always felt so fragile.
"Let me take a look."
He slowly released me and reached out to touch my belly.
"Don't worry, the baby is just fine."
His words alone were enough to bring me peace. Then he tore off the talisman from my hand.
Blood immediately gushed out, and he quickly lowered his head to seal the wound with his mouth, his cold tongue moving back and forth over the injury.
After a moment, he finally lifted his head and released my hand.
When I checked the wound, the originally crimson cut had already begun to heal.
“Wow, Mu Xuanche, you’re incredible! The wound has healed so quickly,”
Shangguan Mingyue, who was beside me, couldn’t help but exclaim.
“Am I really healed?” I asked him.
He looked at me with a somewhat cold gaze, and a hint of ruthless killing intent flashed in his eyes. “I can heal your wound, but the poison inside you is something I can’t handle just yet.”
“Mu Xuanche, what exactly is this poison in me that keeps dragging me into nightmares?”
After pondering for a moment, he finally answered me, “It’s Nightmare.”
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