497 Another Dream (2/2)

Ning Que wanted to escape from this dream, the Wilderness that was soaked with blood. Hence he turned around and started running towards the edge of the Wilderness. The faster he ran, the faster his heart beat, his breath becoming shorter and his face paler. Eventually, he ran into a patch of pale sea, a sea full of white lotus flowers.

The sea water was no longer warm but incredibly cold. The white lotus flowers had frozen into ice sculptures and shattered into pieces of jade, sinking into the sea. His body sunk to the depths of the sea too, into the seawater that was as thick as blood. The bloody water made it hard for him to breath. No, he was unable to breathe. He started struggling and wanting to swim away but realized he couldn't move his arms and legs, and that struggling only made him sink deeper.

Ning Que opened his eyes as he woke up, his breath was hurried and he was covered with cold sweat. Horror filled his eyes, almost like a dead man. He looked at the paper on the roof and after a long time, finally confirmed that he had left his dream and returned to the Old Brush Pen Shop.

These dreams were his biggest secrets. He didn't tell Chen Pipi before nor did he bring it up to the Headmaster or to his Senior Brothers and Sisters. Even though his dreams were filled with truths that he wanted to discover, he didn't dare speak of it to anyone else because he felt they were hiding something terrifying.

The West-Hill Divine Palace from 16 years ago and the Buddhism Sect now were all speculating if he was the Son of Yama.

Ning Que used to think they were completely nonsensical. However, whenever he thought back to when he returned to Chang'an from the Wilderness, hearing the words that Sangsang had retold from Wei Guangming and thinking about his dreams, he would feel an unusual horror. The legendary Son of Yama was referring to a person that had crossed over from another world. Wasn't that him?

The black sky was approaching and the Underworld Invasion, even though they were only legends, they were legends that had left cultivators unsettled for tens of thousands of years. He didn't know the specific details but he understood that this must involve a big event like the destruction of the world. If he really was the Son of Yama, what would he face?

No matter how tolerant the Headmaster was, even if he didn't care about Youngest Uncle joining the Devil, he would care about this. If not, why would he have such a tall figure in the dream?

No matter how quiet the back of the mountain of the Academy was, he wouldn't be merciful in the face of such big problems. If he really was the Son of Yama, he had no idea what Eldest Brother would do. But he knew Second Brother would definitely smash him till he died and then jump off a cliff on account that they were fellow disciples.

If he fell into the hands of the West-Hill Divine Palace, he would be strapped onto the executioner board and burnt to crisps. If he landed into the hands of the Buddhism Sect, would they shave his head and let him recite chants for the rest of his life in the Xuankong Temple?

If that was the case, the best outcome was to become a monk?

Ning Que rested against the sideboard of his bed as he thought about all these, his shirt was drenched in his cold sweat and his face was getting increasingly pale. He couldn't imagine what the world would face, if he was really the Son of Yama. At that time, the entire world would abandon him and leave him to wander alone, living his life in hiding, like rats hiding from the Divine Light of Haotian.

At this moment, Sangsang moved in his embrace, slightly knitting her brows, almost as if she was dreaming about something bad or she was feeling Ning Que's emotions now.

Ning Que looked at her slightly tanned face as he calmed down. This was because whether he was a traitor or the Son of Yama, he had a handmaiden that would never leave him behind. Even if he was left to roam again, he wouldn't be alone, it would be the two of them. This was better.

He lightly kissed her on her brows, wanting to ease them.

However, she seemed to become even more uncomfortable as her brows became tighter.

Ning Que felt that something was wrong.

Sangsang's face got paler and peeking out from the darkness, her snow-white face left one worried. Her knitted eyebrows made her seem incredible in pain and her body got cooler.

Ning Que was shocked as he hurriedly tried to wake her.

Sangsang pried open her eyes with difficulty, looking especially weak. A bone-chilling chill escaped from her clothes and it left Ning Que shuddering.

She shivered in pain as she grabbed onto his clothes, wanting to say something, but nothing came out.

Ning Que didn't dare delay as he got up and whistled loudly. He grabbed the thick blanket on the bed and wrapped it around her body, then he wrapped her up in his arms and rushed out.

He kicked open the wooden door of the Old Brush Pen Shop and ran to Lin 47th Street.

It was just before dawn.

Ning Que shouted angrily while looking at the alley, ”You pig! Why are you so slow?”

The Big Black Horse was awakened abruptly by the whistle and was just about to show its disapproval when it saw Ning Que's green face and knew something big had happened. Ning Que felt horrible now and it knew he could kill it at any moment. It quickly kicked its four hooves and dragged the horse carriage in front of the Old Brush Pen Shop.

Ning Que hopped onto the carriage and panted while saying, ”To the Academy.”