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Chapter 47: Human Skin Puppet (Part 35)
This was simply a paradise on earth. Surrounded by the fragrant scent of flowers, it was late autumn, yet he had meticulously cultivated a rare variety of green vines that were unique to this season. The vines twisted and climbed around the pillars, resembling green dragons coiling and ready to soar at any moment, leaving one in awe.
The figure before me was the wild ghost that Qin Jian had introduced. He was plump and well-dressed, with a round, full face and a pair of squinting eyes that radiated warmth. When he smiled, he appeared as friendly as a neighborhood uncle.
"Is this your remarkable friend?" the wild ghost uncle asked cheerfully, referring to me as a friend. I couldn't believe it!
I felt a surge of irritation but had to show him respect in front of Qin Jian. "Uncle, you flatter me; it's indeed me."
"Oh?" The wild ghost uncle looked me up and down. I returned his gaze without hesitation, but soon found myself at a loss; I couldn't penetrate his thoughts or delve deeper into his mind.
Qin Jian noticed my blatant staring and couldn't help but show signs of anger. He whispered a warning, "That's enough."
I quickly averted my gaze and smiled awkwardly. "My apologies."
"How long have you been suffering from insomnia?" he asked.
"A while now, on and off. I wonder if it can be cured?" I replied.
The wild ghost chuckled innocently. "Since you're sent by Qin, I'll do my best to help you. Just believe that I have this ability; don't think about anything else."
"Oh, okay."
Qin Jian hinted that everything would be fine and advised me to say little else.
I nodded and followed the wild ghost through a door. Inside was a curtain; he opened it for me to step through. Damn, it was pitch black in there—not a single light in sight. Standing inside felt like being swallowed by darkness, an inexplicable sense of panic creeping in.
The wild ghost was also inside. "My hypnosis is different from others; you don't need to lie down or count. You're already entering the hypnotic state. All you need to do is relax completely and remember to clear your mind while moving freely—don't stop."
What? Keep moving? What if I bump into a wall? The thought made me uneasy. Just then, I noticed a pattern emerging in the darkness. It was moving, spinning rapidly, with something viscous flowing from it, releasing a pungent metallic smell.
It was blood!
I gasped in shock, staring intently as the pattern revealed itself—it was formed by countless skulls arranged in an arc shape, with blood streaming from their eye sockets and mouths like a trickling stream.
The sound of Blood Flowing was irresistible, invading my Eardrum. Instinctively, I wanted to cover my ears, but I couldn't move; my entire body felt frozen, as if paralyzed.
In an instant, I was engulfed in a sea of crimson, surrounded by a blood-red world. I couldn't control the deep-seated fear rising within me; I trembled all over, desperately convincing myself that this was all just an illusion, a figment of my imagination.
The blood-red hue spread around me as I clenched my fists, resisting the bizarre scene unfolding before my eyes. Then, amidst the swirling crimson, a breathtaking beauty emerged.
The woman stood gracefully, delicate and enchanting, clad in a sheer, blood-red Dance Costume as she danced Ballet. Her spinning figure was mesmerizing; her pale feet exuded a deadly allure that could only be described as dazzlingly beautiful.
In an instant, I felt embarrassed by her appearance—dressed so scantily and provocatively. The fear deep within me dissipated, replaced by an overwhelming surge of primal desire. I wanted to tear apart everything beautiful in sight.
As the beauty moved to the rhythm of her dance, a savage thought suddenly surged in my mind: I wanted to possess her, to do whatever a man should do without regard for anything else. In this Restless Heart and Wandering Mind state, I struggled to suppress the rising urges within me. At the same time, I felt something warm trickling from my nose. Instinctively reaching up to touch it, I found it sticky and brought it to my nose to sniff. Surprised, I muttered to myself, "Is it blood again?" Just as I spoke, the beauty vanished, and a familiar face appeared before me.
It was a face I recognized well—bloodied and staggering toward me. One hand clutched his bleeding mouth while the other pointed at me. "Ma Qi, save me..."
"No, no... it can't be... please don't..." I screamed in desperation, suddenly opening my eyes to find the Wild Ghost and Qin Jian before me. They both asked in unison, "What did you see?"
My face must have looked terrible; the vivid image still lingered in my mind—Qin Jian's bloodied face as he stumbled toward me. Shaking my head vigorously, I refused to answer their questions and forced myself to suppress the fear rising from within. "Nothing..."
I refused to continue further. Qin Jian and the Wild Ghost exchanged helpless glances, indicating that without my cooperation, it would be difficult to find the root cause of my insomnia. If they couldn't find that root cause, healing would not be easy.
I said firmly, "No one is heading outside."
The Wild Ghost expressed his inability to help Qin Jian, who looked apologetic and troubled. After some polite exchanges between them, one stood still while the other approached me and the car.
I got into the car while Qin Jian continued pressing for what I had seen and noted how pale I looked.
"It's nothing; I'll go see a Western doctor." After the recent hypnosis session and without waiting for the Wild Ghost to wake me up, I broke free from the hypnotic state on my own; now my temples throbbed painfully.
Qin Jian handed me a tissue. "Wipe your nosebleed."
His words startled me slightly—had I really been bleeding? Grabbing the tissue instinctively, I wiped my nose and checked; indeed there was blood on it.
Seeing this made me feel dizzy. If the nosebleed was real, then what I had seen with Qin Jian's bloodied face—could it be some kind of omen?
"Sir, I have already lost Gousi, Grandpa, and other friends. I no longer want to lose friends like Qin Jian who share both joys and hardships with me." I looked ahead, silently pleading with Sir. Qin Jian, seeing that he couldn't get anything out of me, stopped pressing the issue. His face turned pale and silent, looking quite frightening.
"Thank goodness I'm a man and not his Chi Xinrong; otherwise, I'd have to beg for mercy and admit my mistakes."
After holding back for a while, as the car drove out of the pothole area and onto the village road, turning straight for five hundred meters into the driveway, he finally exploded in anger. "What on earth is going on with you? This is really bad! Do you understand that long-term insomnia can be fatal?"
I couldn't believe it; his voice was loud, but mine was ten times louder. I straightened my neck and shouted back, "You old man, let's just part ways today. Don't force me to leave you with a bad impression. I'm stubborn like this; if I don't like something, not even a Steel Pry Bar can pry me open."
Silence fell immediately after my outburst. After I yelled, Qin Jian stopped talking.
The car sped forward, and the fleeting scenery failed to pique my interest; my mood was terrible. I simply closed my eyes and leaned back in the seat, letting the car go wherever it pleased. Surprisingly, as I leaned back, I actually managed to fall into a deep sleep.
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