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Chapter 60: The Tongue of the Wall
I slowly approached Han Mi, reaching out to press my hand on her shoulder, softly calling, "Mi, don't scare me..." To my surprise, as my fingers pressed down on her shoulder, she suddenly went limp and fell. I quickly caught her, noticing her face was as pale as paper. My heart ached like a needle piercing it, and in a panic, I hurriedly held her and made my way to the living room.
Chi Xinrong and Pang Da followed closely behind, not daring to make a sound, yet feeling helpless and unsure of how to help Han Mi.
Han Mi was suffering from the invasion of Yin Qi, which had left her weak and unconscious. To drive the Yin Qi out of her body, I would have to sacrifice something.
Pang and Chi Xinrong exchanged worried glances from a distance, afraid that Han Mi might suddenly wake up and lash out at them. I shook my head in annoyance and carried Han Mi straight to the bedroom.
Chi Xinrong nervously whispered to Pang from behind, "What's he doing?" Her voice was filled with doubt and anger. I ignored her; this was between me and Mi. What did it have to do with you?
In my arms, she felt like a gentle kitten, peacefully asleep. I took a deep breath, inhaling her warm scent, leaning down to look at her closely. She felt like a piece of warm jade in my embrace. My heart raced restlessly as I found it hard to let her go. As I entered the room, I kicked the door shut with a "bang," locking Pang and Chi Xinrong outside and keeping everything unrelated to us out. This was a space belonging only to me and Han Mi.
Don't get me wrong; I wouldn't take advantage of her vulnerability. Right now, I couldn't bear for her to suffer even the slightest harm; even a single hair on her head was precious to me.
I gently laid her down on the bed, leaned over slightly, closed my eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, feeling a flow of energy return to my dantian. Then I softly kissed her lips, gradually sending my breath into her. As a pure Yang person, she had been invaded by Yin Qi that caused her unconsciousness.
In such situations, one usually needs sunlight to recover; however, it was nighttime with no sun in sight. The only option was for me to channel my Yang energy into her to alleviate the Yin Qi within her.
The Yin Qi in Mi's body did not originate from herself but rather from some negative aura she had unknowingly carried from somewhere. I suspected it might be related to Xie Ming Manor attracting something unclean, but then again, it didn't seem quite right.
Had she seen something she shouldn't have at the entrance of the dark room?
As I gradually infused some Yang energy into her, Han Mi's complexion began to improve and turn rosy. Earlier when I held her, an inexplicable chill had run down my spine like an icy snake slithering up my body as I lifted Han Mi.
Now she was gradually recovering; all I needed was to hold my breath and adjust myself.
I sat cross-legged on the other side of the bed while Han Mi remained lying there as before.
A series of knocking sounds came from outside the door—"knock knock"—but I paid no attention.
After some time had passed, Han Mi finally woke up. She nervously scrambled up and stared at me as I slowly got off the bed. Our eyes met; she smiled faintly and said, "I just had a strange dream."
I stood up and picked up some clothes for her to wear as I asked, "What kind of dream?"
"I dreamed about an old man; his appearance..." Han Mi's face showed signs of fear as a layer of mist clouded her clear eyes. Her expression turned complex as she suddenly hugged my waist with tears in her voice: "I'm so scared... He looked so terrifying—wrinkled all over with an incredibly long tongue... It was so frightening..."
"It's okay, it's okay." I gently patted her shoulder, softly comforting her while my mind replayed the things that appeared in her dream. What could it possibly signify? She continued to sob, "Then I saw you. You were walking towards me, and that long tongue pierced through the wall and wrapped around me. Then I felt a pair of strong hands grabbing me, and after that, I dreamed I was running in a very dark place. Then I saw a beam of light that led me out of the darkness, and that's when I woke up."
"It's alright now, nothing is wrong now. You were just overthinking; it was a nightmare."
My words elicited a strong reaction from Han Mi; she almost jumped up. "It wasn't a nightmare! It was real! I still remember that wall; it was right here somewhere." To help alleviate Han Mi's fear, and since I had previously checked the room with Fatty and found no trace of Chi Xinrong's invisible presence, I casually picked up the compass and took Han Mi's hand to walk out of the bedroom.
As I opened the door, I couldn't help but pause slightly.
No exaggeration—Chi Xinrong and Fatty were indeed diligent. They stood at the door like wooden dolls, staring intently at it. When I opened it, their expressions were quite comical: one looked gleeful while the other glared at Han Mi with hostility.
"What are you two doing?" Han Mi asked as she noticed them, instinctively pulling her hand back and glancing at them nervously.
"Hmph, I'm afraid it's too late to turn back now," Fatty said in a sarcastic tone, his face twisted into a strange smile that made me quite uncomfortable.
"Wretch." That was Chi Xinrong insulting Han Mi.
"Who’s the wretch? You're being unreasonable!" Han Mi's face flushed with anger as she glanced at me for help. She rolled up her sleeves and was ready to charge at Chi Xinrong if I hadn't held her back.
I could see that Chi Xinrong was deliberately looking for trouble; there were indeed many issues tonight.
"She isn't a wretch; at least not in my eyes. She's precious to me. Chi Xinrong, watch your words from now on. You're supposed to be educated; don't let people think you're just a shrew." I shook my head, saying this out of necessity. After all, she had hurt someone dear to us.
"Ma Qi, you bastard."
Han Mi seemed ready to say more, but with a pinch of my fingers, she understood and walked away with me confidently.
Fatty saw his opportunity; Chi Xinrong was furious and began to fuss about, trying to please her but getting no response. He stomped his foot and shouted that he wanted to leave.
I led Han Mi back to where the dark room used to be.
The compass in my hand remained completely still, indicating clearly that there were no evil entities present in the room. I gently placed Han Mi's hand against the wall; what she felt was cold and hard.
Not even a tongue could easily pierce through solid walls like this.
"I clearly dreamed..." Han Mi murmured as she gazed up at the wall.
"Mi, perhaps there's something here called bad luck affecting you. You're feeling weak, which might have caused those sensations and led to your terrifying nightmare." I could only comfort her this way; after all, I couldn't tell her that behind this wall lay an undisclosed coffin containing my deceased grandfather.
"Oh," Mi replied, pulling her hand back.
Suddenly, Fat appeared, forcefully grabbing the shouting Chi Xinrong, who was demanding to leave. What a troublesome person.
Indeed, Chi Xinrong was like a shrew reincarnated; her hands left scratches on Fat's face, yet he stubbornly held onto her, unwilling to let go.
"Chi Xinrong, enough already. What good does this tantrum do you? Where can you go? To the dumpster to fight with rats for scraps? Or to the nightclub with that drunken loser who never comes home? What do you want to do? Fat and I can take you there."
My words hit the mark.
The tantrum-throwing Chi Xinrong immediately stopped, lowering her head and using tears to mask her inner shame and unease.
In the end, it was Han Mi who managed to comfort her. It was getting late; people aren't machines. I personally escorted both of them to the bedroom to rest, then checked around once more, ensuring everything was normal before leaving.
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