Chapter 100: Strange dream (1/2)
Chapter 100: Strange dream
At 5pm, Shuhang said goodbye to Medicine Master and headed back to the city.
On his way back, Shuhang received a message from Yangde. The message was about the 5km compet.i.tion’s results, where Shuhang was undoubtedly the champion. However, because Shuhang wasn’t present, that fellow Gao Moumou excitedly received the medal in his place. After that, Yangde also asked if he had returned from the medicinal store, and if he wanted to have dinner with everyone.
Come to think of it, after the sports compet.i.tion, I’m supposed to treat Yangde to the ‘Ten Fragrances Fish Head’. It was all thanks to his investigation that I was able to catch Altar Master. He would have very likely escaped otherwise.
It’s also about time that I register for driving lessons. Also…… should I acquire the members.h.i.+p of the chatting app to quicken the growth of my virtual farm?
He had not played such an old farm game in a long time. Now, whenever he opens the chatting app, he’d play a little when he’s in the mood. Otherwise, he’d just leave the game to run by itself.
However…… Now that so many seniors in the Nine Provinces (1) Group are playing this game, Song Shuhang had no choice but to consider whether he should start playing this game again. Perhaps one day, one of the seniors in the chat group would be very pleased from stealing vegetables from his farm, and give him some unexpected gifts in return?
Although this is very improbable, it is still possible. Anyway, this is just a farming game and playing it a little will not take up too much time! If I can reap some benefits, that would be great.
“I have a lot of things to do.” Shuhang replied to Yangde with a message: “But I’m already back; tell me where you guys are and I will be right there!”
Then, he jogged all the way back to the University City.
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After they had dinner together, the four of them had no other plans, so they returned to the dormitory to play games.
There were too many events that occurred today. In the morning there was the 5km run, then there was the long and arduous journey to find Altar Master and killing him, upon which Zhao Yaya dragged him to the hospital for checkup. After all that, he had also experienced all kinds of complicated situations.
Thus, even though he had the Qi and Blood Pill in hands, Song Shuhang still did not have enough energy to try it. After accompanying his roommates for a few games, he crawled into bed and slept early.
He was really exhausted.
Before sleeping, Shuhang collected the last bit of his mental energy, entered the alertness state, becoming attentive to his surroundings.
Soon afterwards….. he entered the dreamworld.
During the first half of the night, Shuhang was sound asleep.
During the second half of the night, he had an interesting dream.
Within the dream, Song Shuhang returned to the ancient times of Huaxia…… the specific era was unknown. However, through the pedestrian’s clothing and the various buildings, he could tell he was in the ancient past.
He then noticed that he was the son of a coffin seller. The young kid within the dream had a spiritless face, perhaps it was because he was constantly in contact with coffins.
What kind of weird dream is this? Shuhang secretly ridiculed himself. Everyone says that your dreams at night are determined by your thoughts in daytime. However, I didn’t even have such thoughts during the day, right?
Within the dream, years had already gone by. One day, when he was around four or five years old, a sagely priest pa.s.sed through his small village. Noticing his natural talent, the priest wanted to take him in as a disciple.
The boy didn’t let him down, he decided to become the priest’s disciple and left without even thinking about how hurt his father, the coffin seller would be.
It was only after following the priest and practising for a few years that he found out that his own master was a loose pract.i.tioner who had fortunately obtained a set of incomplete techniques called the Ghost Sect’s Ghost Summon, which he a.s.siduously practised till now. However, the technique was incomplete and he was barely able to reach the 2nd Stage.
After a few more years…that old priest was killed.
Because they were evil path ghost pract.i.tioners who would frequently create angry ghosts, the old priest was chopped to pieces without leaving a corpse.
The man in the dream could only rely on himself now.
After the old priest died, he changed greatly. He started to become very cautious. As his strength grew, his courage only shrank.
Later on, his life followed the pattern of the villains of fictional stories. In order to move up a realm, he exhausted all of his methods trying to cultivate various evil demonic spirits by looking for places to nurture ghosts.