A Dream of Transmigration

Chapter 58

"What?" Lin Feifei was stunned, then retorted, "You're jealous?"

"It won't run away."

"How can it get back if it doesn't run? Did it just disappear without a trace?"

"Exactly."

How did you know?!

“I was right there when you got into trouble the day before yesterday.”

Lin Feifei shut up.

After a long pause, she murmured, "Then how did it attach itself to me?"

“That’s the thing I don’t understand,” the mad monk said with a troubled look. “Logically speaking, if it can come and go suddenly without a trace and travel to such a far place as Jinling City, it must have attached itself to something.”

Lin Feifei asked curiously, "Things?"

The mad monk nodded: "If that's the case, Young Master Zhan should have some of its belongings from its lifetime, and they must be things like body hair."

"Body hair!" Lin Feifei shuddered and jumped up, keeping a safe distance from Zhan Qiuyu. "Brother Zhan, why are you carrying dead people's body hair on you? Who is it?"

Zhan Qiuyu said awkwardly, "I am..."

“I haven’t finished speaking yet,” the mad monk interrupted him with a grin, “The strange thing is that Young Master Zhan doesn’t have those things on him.”

"Why didn't you say so earlier? You scared me!" Lin Feifei glared at him before awkwardly sitting back down—no wonder Chu Ying searched him after the incident that day; she must have been looking for these things on him.

“But there’s no other way now,” she thought for a moment. “We might as well try to lure it out. Anyway, with us here, Brother Zhan will be fine. Maybe if we possess it a few more times, it will reveal its true nature.”

"How many more times?" The mad monk stared at her wide-eyed. "Little Taoist priest, do you think this is a meal?"

Chu Ying looked at Zhan Qiuyu without saying a word.

“Of course…” Lin Feifei realized what she meant and looked at Zhan Qiuyu awkwardly, “Of course I was just saying, it doesn’t seem very safe for Brother Zhan…”

“No problem,” Zhan Qiuyu suddenly nodded, “I’m willing to give it a try.”

Everyone was somewhat surprised when he agreed.

“I trust you all,” he said, his handsome face still bearing a humble smile, “but I need to inform my mother first.”

After saying that, he stood up and left.

Transmigrating Through a Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio: Chapter Twenty-Seven - Like a Dream, Like Reality

Before my eyes, there was only a thick, dark fog, and I couldn't see anything at all.

How did I get here? Lin Feifei stood there blankly, at a loss. This place seemed very empty, yet it also made her feel oppressed and uneasy—where was this?

"Chu Ying! Senior Brother!" She took two steps back in alarm. "Crazy monk! Where are you all? Chu Ying, you pervert, are you here? Where did you all go?"

There was no response.

An unnamed fear gripped her, and she began to tremble all over.

"Waaaah, help me..."

From within the thick black fog, the faint sound of a woman weeping could be heard. The sound was not loud, but ethereal, eerie, and filled with endless sorrow, as if it were right next to one's ear, yet also as if it were very far away.

"...Help me...Help me..."

"Who are you?"

Goosebumps rose on her skin. She listened intently, but still couldn't pinpoint the source of the sound. Looking around, all she saw was a thick fog.

"ah--"

This was the second time she had been startled awake. Lin Feifei sat up, covered in cold sweat.

She pulled the blanket tighter around her and nervously looked around—why did she keep having this dream? Was it just a dream, or had her spiritual power increased again, allowing her to sense these things?

That sound was terrifying! Miserable, sinister…

Ever since Zhan Qiuyu was possessed last month, she had been having this strange dream on and off for the past few days. She thought it was just because she was too stressed. Sure enough, she stopped dreaming about it after a few days and was relieved. But she never expected that it would come back again after a month!

What appeared in my dream was nothing more than black mist and the sound of crying.

Lin Feifei had also had her doubts. She tried using the Yin-Yang Spirit Communication Technique while blindfolded, but still couldn't sense anything. Besides, such a house with abundant Yang energy shouldn't have any such things bothering it.

Judging from the voice, it's a woman.

In fact, she had sneaked out to inquire, and it was indeed as the Zhan family said. Master Zhan was a kind and generous man who was willing to help his neighbors, so the Zhan family had a high reputation in the area. The seventh wife was also confirmed to have died of illness. People who die of illness would not have such great resentment, so she was ruled out. The sixth wife died three years ago. Zhan Qiuyu's biological mother would not harm her son, so she was also ruled out. The other wives had all died more than five years ago, so it was even more impossible for them to still be alive.

So who exactly is it?

For some reason, she suddenly remembered the well.

But they had clearly walked quite far from the courtyard when the accident happened that day. Besides, they had tested the well with the amethyst stone, but there was no reaction at all, so it shouldn't be related to it...

The most crucial thing—

Was this a dream or a real premonition?

Everything depends on tonight's "luring the snake out of its hole" plan. Lin Feifei had dreamt about it twice tonight, and dared not sleep anymore, just lying there wrapped in her blanket, waiting for dawn.