C61 (1/2)

After the old lady waved her hand, there was a brief moment of absent-mindedness. When I opened my eyes, apart from the pain in my body, wasn't I still in the hotel?

”What happened? Were you dreaming just now?” Looking at the surroundings, I felt as though I had fallen into a cloud. I didn't know if it was a dream or real, but after muttering a few words, I suddenly recalled the scene of that little boy sucking the blood from my heart, so without saying anything further, I pulled off the clothes in front of my chest. When I lowered my head to take a look, I immediately let out a laugh.

So it was actually just a dream.

Thinking back to the scene in my dream, I still felt chills run down my spine. What a joke, even a weasel can become a spirit.

I chuckled and shook my head. However, it was rather strange to say that the dream seemed to be a little too real. I thought about it for a moment. Perhaps it was because I had been too tired these past few days.

Looking at the time, it's still early, it's only a little past 3 in the afternoon, when I thought about how I didn't seem to have told Uncle Chen that I was not in the hospital, my heart immediately got anxious. Doesn't that mean, there's no one at Lanlan's place?

Thinking of this, how could I dare to delay any longer? I hastily washed my face and prepared to leave.

But just as I was about to turn around, I remembered that I had not yet cleaned up the so-called broken spiritual urn. I thought to myself that I should do something about it.

He saw that there was not even a shadow of the broken spirit urn left on the ground. He did not know when it had been cleaned up completely.

I was struck dumb at the sight, wondering if a waiter had come in while I was sleeping and cleaned up the room.

Think about it.

However, it was also at this moment that my eyes shifted and found that the pile of fragments was perfectly placed on the table. The small fragments were arranged in a certain pattern.

Wasn't that the image of that weasel?

I immediately sucked in a breath of cold air, unable to suppress the fear in my heart.

Could it be that the dream was real?

I was dumbstruck and completely at a loss.

If that's the case, doesn't that mean that I have to fulfill the promise I made to the old lady in my dreams and restore the ancestor's spirit body that the old lady spoke of?

If it was really like that, wouldn't it also mean that Lanlan was currently in extreme danger?

I did not dare think about it anymore and did not have the mood to go to the hospital anymore. If I do not resolve this matter with the Spirit Orchid Stone, no matter how many methods I use, Lanlan would definitely meet with mishaps.

Thinking about this, I gritted my teeth and sat down. I started to use the broken tiles. However, I was very clear in my heart that even if I were to put them all together, it would be futile to let them have their way.

However, as I was about to leave the house, I took the book with me and started flipping through it like it was my lifeline.

The more I flipped through, the more agitated I became. In the end, I could only sigh, close the book, and turn around to make a call to Uncle Chen.

In my opinion, Uncle Chen seems to have some understanding of this thing, maybe he has a way to solve it.

”Uncle Chen, I broke that urn.” After the call, I said honestly in a low voice.

”What? You actually broke it? Child, you … Cough *, when Uncle Chen heard this, he immediately became anxious, but he only stopped halfway through his sentence, and asked me: ”Are you alright now?”

Hearing Uncle Chen anxiously ask me, I felt my heart ache, I didn't know what to say. In the end, I gritted my teeth and only whispered: ”I dreamt of great deity Huang.”

”Where are you?” After Uncle Chen heard this, he paused for a long time before speaking. Even though I couldn't see his expression, his tone revealed an invisible pressure that made me panic.

Feeling the concern that Uncle Chen had conveyed over, I suddenly felt like crying, as if I was a child who had done something wrong. Gritting my teeth, I told him the number of my hotel and room, then sat in front of a pile of debris and started daydreaming.

Uncle Chen arrived quickly and panted heavily. When he saw me, he sized me up and asked: ”Are you Ma Que?”

”Uncle Chen, it's me, why do you ask?” Hearing this, I was also confused. It felt like he didn't recognize me after such a long time.