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Zhong Kui's Diary
I suddenly felt it was very likely and hurriedly asked, "Are you here to tell me how to break the illusion?"
The White-Clad Woman frowned slightly, "You want to break this illusion?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" I quickly replied, "Seeing your demeanor, you must be educated. You definitely know how to break it. Can you tell me?"
"How did you enter this illusion?" the White-Clad Woman did not answer my question but instead asked me.
"A Li brought me here," I said. "I don't know if you know A Li?"
"A Li? Yes, I know such a person," the White-Clad Woman nodded and pondered for a moment. "It seems you activated the Book of Life and Death and then wanted to enter the Hall of Life and Death to summon the Judgment of Life and Death."
"Yes, that's right!" I nodded.
The White-Clad Woman pondered for a while before saying, "I can tell you how to break the illusion, but you have to help me with one thing."
"What is it?" I didn't agree immediately; some things shouldn't be agreed to lightly. If I couldn't do it, that would be embarrassing.
However, I was thinking that this White-Clad Woman wouldn't ask me to kill some ancient monster or rescue some hostage, right? In movies, it's always like this; there are never any good conditions in such situations.
"It's very simple, just sleep with me!" the White-Clad Woman said calmly.
"What?" I was greatly surprised.
"Sleep with me for a while!" the White-Clad Woman repeated slowly.
I never expected that this condition would require me to offer myself. Has she never seen a handsome man in her dreamlike existence, and upon seeing me, her heart stirs? Or perhaps her life is so dull that she wants to have a child to pass the time?
Tsk tsk, there's no choice; for the sake of humanity, it seems I must make this sacrifice.
Lying back on the bed, I looked at her with a fearless expression: "Come on! Don't pity me just because I'm a beautiful flower."
The White-Clad Woman calmly climbed onto the bed and lay down beside me. For quite some time, she made no further moves. I couldn't help but be surprised: "Hey, aren't you going to take off your clothes?"
She turned to glance at me: "It's just sleeping; why take off my clothes?"
Why take off my clothes? Right, what’s the point of that?
Wait, isn't sleeping supposed to involve 'doing' something? I was momentarily stunned.
"Close your eyes and start sleeping!" the White-Clad Woman said as she shut her eyes.
Hearing this, I also closed my eyes, but I felt that something was off. My mind was chaotic; how could I sleep? After pondering for a while, I opened my eyes and was about to ask the White-Clad Woman when I was shocked by my surroundings.
Because I realized I was lying on the sofa in Star City's living room, next to Fatty, who was shirtless and angrily slicing watermelon. Seeing me open my eyes, Fatty smiled and said, "Ghost Brother, you finally woke up!"
"What happened?" I rolled over and stood up, shouting sternly.
"Ghost Brother, what's wrong with you?" Fatty looked at me in shock.
"How did I end up here? And how did you get here?" I glanced around, grabbed the ashtray on the coffee table, and smashed it against the wall. With a clang, the glass ashtray shattered into pieces, and even a shard the size of a peanut bounced back towards me.
I reached out to grab it, pain shot through my hand; the sharp glass had cut my palm, drawing blood. I opened my hand and wiped the blood, bringing it to my mouth to lick it. It was salty, real blood—this wasn't a dream.
"Ghost Brother, what are you doing?" Fatty shouted. "Didn't you call me over?"
"Why would I call you over?" I was somewhat confused.
"We just came from the Jin Family. That Jin Zhao chopped off Butler Shih Chih-Yang's head. We just got back from testifying at the police station." Fatty stared at me wide-eyed. "Ghost Brother, you can't be confused, can you?"
Jin Zhao chopped off Butler Shih Chih-Yang's head? When did this happen? Wasn't that two years ago? Damn, have I crossed over?
I scanned the room and indeed saw two Taoist robes on the sofa. I vaguely remembered that these were the robes I borrowed from Qingfeng Daozhang. I quickly checked within myself but found no signs of any magical power. My mind was in chaos; I had no idea what to do.
"Ghost Brother, why don't you take a rest?" Fatty asked with concern, reaching out to support my shoulder.
Just as I was about to thank him, a sharp pain struck my side. Looking down, I saw Fatty had plunged a watermelon knife directly into my chest. When I looked up, Fatty's face was twisted in a snarl as he swiftly pulled the knife out and pushed me onto the sofa, grinning at me maliciously. "Zhong Zhengnan, you're done for!"
"Fatty!" I shouted hoarsely.
The pain in my side couldn't compare to the agony of betrayal by a brother. Looking at Fatty's distorted face, I felt all my strength rapidly draining away. Finally, everything went black before my eyes, and I fainted.
I don't know how long it had been, but I slowly opened my eyes and found myself lying on a hospital bed, my whole body wrapped in bandages. Sitting beside me was Guo'er, looking at me with concern. Just as I was trying to figure out what was happening, I heard Fatty's lewd laughter nearby. Turning my head, I saw two other hospital beds where Qingcheng and An Ran were lying. Fatty was sitting on the edge of An Ran's bed, joking and making her laugh, while Qingcheng looked at them both with a smile.
"Fatty!" I suddenly shouted in anger, sitting up and pointing at him. "Why did you try to kill me?"
Fatty, who had been laughing, was taken aback by my shout. He stared at me in shock for a second or two before pointing at himself. "Ghost Brother, are you talking to me?"
"Who else could I be talking to?" I pulled out the needle from my wrist and was about to rush over to beat up Fatty. However, Guo'er suddenly hugged me tightly and shouted, "Zheng Nan, what are you doing?"
"The injuries on my body were caused by Fatty!" I yelled but didn't dare to struggle too hard; Guo'er was slender and couldn't withstand my forceful shake.
"Zheng Nan, are you not having nightmares anymore?" Guo'er said anxiously. "The injuries on your body were clearly inflicted by Li Dexin! Isn't Qingcheng here too?"
Li Dexin? I felt a wave of confusion wash over me. What time period had I crossed into? It seemed like I had just fought against the Dual-Faced Phantom's Bright Moon Phantom Li Dexin, who ended up being electrocuted while we were both left battered and bruised in the hospital for treatment.
Right, at this moment An Ran had already been possessed by the Moon Attendant, and she was about to attack Guo'er.
Thinking of this, I didn't care if it would hurt Guo'er; I forcefully shook her off and pointed at An Ran. "An Ran, I know you're the Moon Attendant. I won't let you harm Guo'er..."
Before I could finish, a sharp pain struck my back. Turning around, I saw Guo'er holding a sharp dagger with a cold smile on her face. "Zhong Zhengnan, you have it coming!"
"Guo'er, you... you..." Having just experienced the pain of betrayal from my brother, now I felt the agony of being betrayed by my lover. This pain felt like someone stirring a dagger in my heart or like a Great Hammer striking fiercely against it.
Gradually, I lost consciousness again.
I died again and again, with my targets encompassing almost all my friends and family, from Lingfeng to Kong Xuan, from An Ran to Qingcheng, and even my parents. The repeated betrayals continuously hurt me, and I began to grow numb amidst this cycle of pain.
There is no greater sorrow than a dead heart.
I don't know how long it had been, but when I opened my eyes, I found myself back in the illusion, lying on the bed in the Cabin. Tears were streaming from the corners of my eyes, and the White-Clad Woman was standing by the bed, quietly watching me.
Seeing that I had awakened, the White-Clad Woman said lightly, "Betrayal is an incredibly profound pain. I believe that after experiencing this dream, you have already previewed this kind of pain. Even if someone betrays you in the future, you will not panic."
I sat up and wiped away the tears from my eyes, giving a bitter smile. "I don't quite understand. Am I helping you or are you helping me?"
The White-Clad Woman smiled faintly. "You are helping me. So, I know your dream, but you do not know mine. In any case, you have already helped me. Next, I will tell you how to break this dream."
"How do I break it?" I asked with a smile.
"You should know about the Dual Attack of Magic and Martial Arts, right?" The White-Clad Woman asked a seemingly unrelated question.
"Yes, I know. It's physical attacks combined with magical attacks," I replied, somewhat puzzled.
"Breaking this layer of illusion is simple. Use the techniques of Dual Attack of Magic and Martial Arts to strike anything within the illusion. As long as you achieve a certain level of destructive power, the illusion will naturally shatter," the White-Clad Woman explained with a smile.
"Is it really that simple?" I was taken aback.
"Yes, it's that simple." The White-Clad Woman paused for a moment and then frowned as she asked me, "Do you know the techniques of Dual Attack of Magic and Martial Arts?"
"I can! I happen to know a set of... Divine Skill, specifically the Dual Attack of Magic and Martial Arts." It seemed inappropriate to say "I'll kill you" in front of a girl, so I could only gloss over it.
"Oh, I see." The White-Clad Woman raised an eyebrow and smiled, her expression becoming more animated since I had just helped her. "Then you can start."
Without hesitation, I used my most powerful move—"I Sit on You and Kill You." With a loud shout, I leaped into the air and landed heavily on the bed.
A tremendous crash echoed as I unexpectedly broke through ten or so floors, landing directly on a bed whose level I couldn't even determine. Looking around, I realized that this illusion showed no signs of being broken. The voice of the White-Clad Woman came from above: "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, just haven't broken this illusion," I replied dejectedly.
"What did you say?" the White-Clad Woman asked.
"I-I’m fine!" I shouted back.
"Oh, then come up here," the White-Clad Woman seemed to chuckle lightly.
It was strange; she spoke softly, yet I could hear her clearly despite the ten floors between us, while I had to shout at the top of my lungs.
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