Chapter 118 (2/2)

When it was dark, Nan Xun left Cuihuan in the outer hall, and took out the thick stack of papers written in the day.

Nan Xun bit her finger and drew a complicated character on the paper.

Little eight looked at Nan Xun’s movements and said with a trembling voice: “You, what are you doing?”

Nan Xun leisurely replied: “I previously asked you if you could sneak into the boss’s dream and fabricate a dream, but you said no.”

Little eight: “I’m not a dream weaver, of course, I don’t have this ability to fabricate dreams!”

“What’s a dream weaver?” Nan Xun asked curiously.

Little eight: “It’s a spirit beast that looks like a pig and can fabricate dreams. But what are you doing?”

Nan Xun uttered aloud, “Can’t you see my formation? Since you can’t help me, I have found my own way. Yanmo Han’s hatred for Qin Buyao is like a maggot eating off the bone, it will eat the flesh and blood forever. If the maggot isn’t removed, the evil value will never be eliminated.”

Little eight said in surprise: “How will you get rid of this maggot?”

The corner of Nan Xun’s mouth bent slightly. “Did you forget little eight? I used to be Zuili Xuan. I have memorized all the secrets of the Zuili clan. One of the secrets is dream fabrication.”

Little eight suddenly realized, “I understand! That thick stack of paper is full of stories that you made up about the big boss’s previous life.”

Nan Xun nodded then dipped her finger into the tea to write and draw on the table. “This is a spiritual gathering. The spirituality in this world is thin. Only when I gather the spirituality here, can I perform the dream fabrication technique well.”

“Dear, you are so deep in this drama that you speak with such strong ancient flavor.” Little eight suddenly thought of something and yelled, “No, this isn’t a spiritual world ah. You can’t use this ability casually! You’ll lose your life!”

Nan Xun didn’t care. “It is what it is ah, it doesn’t matter since I will leave sooner or later after the task’s results and when I leave, I’ll die. What do I need a long life for?”

Little eight: …

Yes, it almost forgot that the original Qin Buyao had been killed by the tyrant and her death was miserable. She just wore Qin Buyao’s body. Although Nan Xun was now in Qin Buyao’s body, it was only this body that will die.

“Little eight, lend me some spiritual power. The spirituality gathered in this gathering array isn’t enough.”

Little eight yelled and quickly refused: “No way!”

“Little eight ah, wait for me to eliminate the evil value and you will get merit value. Think about it yourself, is the spirituality in your pocket more important than merit value, en?”

Little eight immediately was persuaded and divided some spirituality out obediently, then hummed in a low voice: “I can only give you this much, I still have to save my strength to break the void. Otherwise, how can we go into the next world? Let me tell you, if something goes wrong in the next world, don’t blame me.”

“Don’t worry baby. I won’t blame you.”5

“That’s what you said, if something really go wrong, don’t cry to me, hmph.”

With little eight’s help, the energy from the spirituality gathering array suddenly became much stronger. Nan Xun burnt Yanmo Han’s hair, took the ashes and used it to draw on the dream guiding array, then rolled up the dream guiding array. Placing it over the candle and burning the roll.

Nan Xun murmured a chant. When the stack of paper was entirely burnt, she wiped the thin layer of sweat from her forehead and breathed, “It’s a success. I’ll know the effect of the dream fabrication by seeing Yan Han’s reaction tomorrow.”

This night, Yanmo Han had a dream.

Usually, he would be awakened by the nightmares of his last life at every midnight, but this time, it wasn’t a nightmare.

What he dreamt of was from his last life, but something he has never seen with his own reborn eyes.

His soul seemed to have traveled to the past, then he saw Qin Buyao.