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Chapter 154: Dimensional Space (Part Two)
Who am I? Am I simply Brother Qi? Or am I the Mortician from Ma Wu Funeral Home, someone who understands metaphysics and is fervently dedicated to protecting a girl named Han Mi?
I looked at everyone around me; each person was eating, and they finally noticed that I hadn’t touched my food.
Chi Xinrong eagerly served me some dishes, sweetly calling out, "Honey, it's time to eat."
I shook my head, utterly perplexed. Was what I was seeing real or fake? Was it an illusion or a dream? Finally, I managed to utter three words: "I'm not hungry."
How strange. If this were fake, Chi Xinrong wouldn’t be calling me "honey" so naturally; there was no hint of insincerity in her tone. Yet, hearing her call me that made me feel uneasy, as if I were sitting on pins and needles. I didn’t want to look at her and instead turned my gaze to Mi. Mi was focused on her meal, indifferent to my presence.
"We have exactly four people here; after we finish eating, let’s play a few rounds," said the plump one, who in reality loved playing Mahjong and gambling. I remembered he had accumulated debts from gambling and had almost sold the Funeral Home.
Zhu Dachang's suggestion received agreement from Chi Xinrong and Han Mi.
I stood up silently without eating, and everyone at the table stared at me.
The giant python stirred slightly, its hefty body writhing in a way that sent chills down my spine.
Snakes have poor eyesight; it couldn’t see me. Its movement was merely a reaction to sensing my presence.
I felt a gaze on my back and abruptly turned around to ask, "Who told me what I am supposed to do?"
"Is the brother-in-law having another episode?" Mi asked softly.
Chi Xinrong set down her chopsticks and walked toward me, seemingly holding a pill bottle in her hand. She reminded me, "Honey, did you forget to take your medicine?"
"What kind of medicine is this?"
"Here is a medicine that can help you regain your health." She forced me down onto the sofa, and I heard her sigh as she poured two pills from a bottle and handed them to me. "Take them."
"I don't like taking medicine." In my memory, I had hardly ever been sick, let alone taken medicine, so I refused to swallow the pills. Chi Xinrong was furious; she shouted at the others, and they all rushed over to hold me down. Some brought water, while others shoved the pills into my mouth.
A bitter taste filled my mouth, and water spilled from the corners of my lips, soaking my clothes. The pills slid down my throat, and I pushed everyone away, rushing into the bathroom. I used my fingers to scrape my throat, trying to force the medicine back out.
After a violent bout of vomiting, I hadn’t managed to expel the pills. When I lifted my head, I found myself staring into a mirror.
In the mirror, a pale face stared back at me. Was that face mine? Instinctively, I reached out to touch it and noticed that my fingernails were too long.
Someone entered the room. I didn’t turn around but saw from the mirror that it was Mi.
She pressed her lips together tightly and moved closer, one hand propping up the door while the other reached out toward me.
I jumped nervously and backed away from her, warning, "Mi, what you see is an illusion. We are actually a couple; I am not Chi Xinrong's husband, and Zhu Dachang is not your fiancé. This is all a mirage created when I was in Mediumship; I accidentally got you both involved in this strange situation."
"Brother-in-law, the doctor is here. They are outside; if you don’t want to go, just hide quietly."
"Doctor? What doctor?"
"The one from the Mental Hospital. Sister, your illness has relapsed; you need treatment. Once you're better, our baby will be born."
"No, Mi, I'm not insane. I can't explain everything to you right now; I can only..." I glanced at the water valve and without thinking pulled Mi towards it, pressing her head down into the sink.
Mi struggled fiercely as I comforted her, "Don't be afraid; we are together." The more she fought, the tighter my grip became until she finally went limp.
It seemed Mi had fainted; only her chest rose and fell slightly. In a moment of desperation, I lowered my own head into the sink, letting the water engulf my mouth and nose. Everything became so clear underwater; I saw a string of bubbles and noticed air escaping from the drain beneath me. Then I heard screams coming from outside before everything faded away into darkness.
After that, it felt as if I had entered a dream, running alone on an endless road. The ground and sky merged into one, making it impossible to distinguish between them. No matter how fast I ran, I still felt cold, and there was always a strange sound following me from behind.
I couldn't remember how many times I turned back; each time I looked, all I saw was a mass of darkness. I stood still, gathered my thoughts, and let out a breath—hush! Suddenly, I felt a weight on my shoulder, a hand from the darkness resting there.
Slowly, I turned around, and in that instant, my whole body jolted.
Zhou Mengyao appeared before me, disheveled and covered in blood. Her lips trembled as she clutched my shoulder tightly, her nails digging in with a desperate whisper in my ear: "Save me."
"Ah..." I jumped nervously, my body shuddering as awareness returned. The familiar scent enveloped me; the chilling feeling that had penetrated to my bones vanished instantly. Was it the warmth of the light surrounding me or the realization that I had just been dreaming again?
I opened my eyes to see a beautiful, well-maintained face before me.
Her skin was as white and delicate as condensed milk, and at 1.68 meters tall, she wore white high-heeled sandals that accentuated her graceful figure. The fitted fabric highlighted her curves, while her long hair cascaded over her shoulders. Her almond-shaped eyes and slightly upturned lips conveyed an air of pride and wealth, standing by my bedside like a noble presence that one could admire from afar but not dare to approach.
"Sister Zhou."
"You’re awake?"
I still felt a bit dazed. Clearly, the person I saw upon waking and the environment around me were not what I wanted. The place I longed for was where Chi Xinrong had been—missing for a week only to appear lifeless in a coffin like a puppet. Something unimaginably horrific must have happened to her.
But for some reason, this time my mediumship seemed to have gone awry; I always ended up in the wrong place.
The first time felt like time had reversed—wrong space, wrong people and events; everything was turned upside down.
Now here I was again in the wrong place, seeing someone I shouldn’t have seen. And this person had just appeared in my terrifying dream; in that dream, she was nothing less than a tortured spirit who had suffered and died.
In my memory, Zhou Mengyao was not dead. We had shared something intimate; it was during a drunken night when my desires took over and led me to do such things with her.
"Perhaps she hoped I would do that, longing for it all along.
But—
'Qi, why aren't you talking?'
'I'm thinking.'
Zhou Mengyao thoughtfully tucked the blanket around me, and up close, I could smell her fragrance. It was intoxicating, and I couldn't help but want to kiss her, to take things further, to merge with her—
'Tell me what you're thinking about.'
'I'm not going to sleep; I'm just remembering.' I leaned up, and Zhou Mengyao promptly handed me my neatly folded clothes.
'You came back very late last night.' Hearing Zhou Mengyao's words, I was slightly taken aback. What did she mean by 'very late'? From her tone, it seemed like I had spent a long time with her. That couldn't be true; I had Han Mi. I felt guilty for making a mistake for the first time; how could I possibly continue being with this extremely alluring woman?"
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