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I took a deep breath and glanced at Hu Fang beside me, confirming that she was fine before recounting everything I had seen in my dream.
During the conversation, Li Zhisheng asked about the origin of my Wooden Box, so I also shared the story of my trip to that remote village with Hu Fang and Death Apostle.
By the time I finished, the sun was high in the sky. Everyone ordered takeout and gathered around the table to discuss.
Death Apostle sat next to Yao Long, looking at the food on the table with little appetite. He pondered aloud, "Indeed, this Kizuka is quite strange. Not only is the method of entry bizarre, but even its resolution defies common sense."
I was extremely hungry after not eating properly for days, so while eating my takeout, I replied, "You're right; this Kizuka is exceptionally dangerous. No wonder Yang Master's people have been unable to find its existence. Based on my experience, I fear that this Kizuka I've encountered is something they could never enter in their lifetime. Even if they did manage to get in, they would never find a way out."
"Why is that..." Hu Fang asked while munching on fried chicken. "Aren't those Yang Master people supposed to be very powerful? How could they not get out?"
I explained, "Didn't I just tell you about this mound? Think about it: if this Onizuka can read people's consciousness and create a specific space based on human nature, then anyone who enters with malicious intent will inevitably see an even more terrifying space. The guide within that space would be the consciousness of the entrant themselves. In other words, it's like two individuals with the same dark thoughts are constantly battling each other."
"No wonder this mound is both the simplest and most difficult..." Li Zhisheng remarked thoughtfully. "So actually, this Onizuka is just something that can read human consciousness. It lurks within people's dreams and may be triggered when someone enters a near-death state, pulling them into it..."
"That sounds about right. When I first entered Onizuka, I was in a state of dissociation—almost like being near death. If it weren't for that old woman in the village giving Yao Long the Wooden Box and the strange potion inside it having some effect that saved my life, I might have already become one of those Wandering Spirits and Wild Ghosts..."
"That really proves that old saying..." Yao Long interjected while eating. "Good and evil will eventually be repaid; it's just a matter of whether it comes early or late."
Upon hearing this, Li Zhisheng teased Yao Long, "Wow, coming back from one trip and you're quoting ancient wisdom now. Looks like you've gained some knowledge." Everyone couldn't help but laugh.
Yao Long felt a bit embarrassed by Li Zhisheng's comment and quietly replied, "Even though I haven't studied much, you shouldn't mock me like that..."
For a moment, the atmosphere at the dining table became much more relaxed. After all, we had managed to break free from an Onizuka, and the Death Apostle had safely returned to our side. How could that not make people feel at ease?
But then I thought about it; I would soon have to face the other four Onizukas, who were likely even more dangerous. The Yang Master’s schemes continued to threaten us, and we had no idea what they truly wanted. I also wondered if Haoyang, who had helped the Death Apostle evade the Yang Master’s pursuit, was safe.
Thinking of these things made my heart tighten involuntarily. Looking at everyone’s relaxed expressions, I knew they each had their own worries but were keeping them hidden to avoid causing concern for others.
“Shen Xu, what’s wrong? Is it that the food I ordered doesn’t suit your taste? If so, you can order something else,” Hu Fang, who was sitting next to me, asked with concern.
Hearing this, I snapped back to reality and smiled. “How could the high-end foodie like you order something that doesn’t taste good? It’s quite delicious. I was just thinking that this place might need a bit of cleaning. Look…” I pointed at the cobwebs that had formed on the Flower Board.
“Well, since we’re going to be living here for now, let’s clean up together after we finish eating,” said the Death Apostle.
Afterward, we all finished lunch and tidied up the house together. Suddenly, the once shabby place looked neat and fresh, lifting everyone’s spirits.
Standing in the room and admiring our hard work, Hu Fang said, “Exactly! This is more like a place where people can live.”
However, Li Zhisheng pointed at a broken window that Yao Long had kicked in. “What about this? We can’t just leave it like this. What if the landlord comes by to check?”
I looked at the damaged window and noticed that outside, the sky was already painted with red clouds. “How about this: I’ll go out and buy a new window and pick up some groceries to cook. We can’t keep eating takeout.”
With that, I measured the size of the window roughly and said goodbye to everyone before heading out alone.
After leaving home, I first went to the building materials market. Since it was getting late, many shops were closing down, leaving only one somewhat cluttered store still open.
I walked up to the store entrance and saw the owner tidying up, preparing to close. I sighed in relief and hurriedly approached him, expressing my need and asking if he could help me make a Sealed Glass Window.
To my surprise, the owner shot me a glance and replied irritably, "You want just that? It's too much trouble. Come back tomorrow..."
Normally, if I encountered such a temperamental shopkeeper, I would have turned around and left immediately. But since I was already there and didn't want to make another trip tomorrow, I had no choice but to patiently plead with him, "Look, I'm already here. You can't make me come back tomorrow, can you? Just help me out and make one, whatever the price is."
As I spoke, I pulled out the money from my pocket and pretended to count it. The owner noticed the cash in my hand, scrutinized me for a moment, sighed impatiently, and frowned, "Three hundred. No negotiation."
I thought to myself, you're charging three hundred for a piece of ordinary glass that's just one meter square? Are you robbing me? Seeing my reluctance, the owner snapped, "So, are you going to take it or not? If not, then forget it. I'm closing up." He seemed ready to shove me out.
With no other option, I reluctantly agreed to his price. After purchasing the glass, I felt a simmering anger inside me for dealing with such a greedy merchant. As I left, I couldn't help but curse him in my mind, wishing for his business to fail soon.
Having bought the glass and thinking about cooking dinner when I got home, I headed toward the market. Since I had wasted some time buying the glass earlier, it was getting darker now. Being in the suburbs meant that the lighting wasn't as good as in the city; once night fell, the dim streetlights around me began to look particularly eerie...
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