Zhao Xi's lips slowly curled upward.
Youyin looked at her in surprise and hurried to help Little Wei retrieve her staff, but Zhao Xi dodged effortlessly.
Her speed was unnaturally fast—far beyond what a normal person could manage.
"I find it strange. How did something like this end up with you?" Zhao Xi lowered her gaze to examine the staff, twirling it deftly in her hand.
Tsk, not bad at all.
"Staff, return!" Little Wei shouted.
Yet the staff didn’t budge.
What the hell?! Is this thing a fake?
Little Wei was ready to curse up a storm.
"Sorry, but this is my dream. You won’t get anything you want here—not even the simplest thing, like staying alive." Zhao Xi’s lips lifted slightly.
"Your dream?" Little Wei frowned at her.
Right.
That monster had been relentless, leaving no prey untouched in the dormitory.
Damn it. She’d been careless.
"Well, not exactly my dream. Tsk, how pitiful. Jiang Xixi, have you forgotten how you died?"
Zhao Xi’s face was smug.
Jiang Xixi?
The hell kind of name is that?
Little Wei wanted to swear even more.
But hearing that name sent a sharp pain through her skull.
A flood of fragmented memories surged into her mind—memories the original host had lost.
She wasn’t a student.
In fact, no one in this city was. They were all just innocent ghosts buried on this mountain.
And Zhao Xi? She was a feng shui master hired by a wealthy family to cleanse the mountain of its malevolent energy.
When Zhao Xi first arrived, her expression had been grim.
This wasn’t just a few ghosts—it was a whole damn horde. Left with no choice, she resorted to an ancestral nightmare spell, burying cursed objects and setting up a formation to make the ghosts turn on each other.
She split them into two groups—ordinary people and killers—matched in strength so the strong would kill the strong, the weak would kill the weak, ensuring the fastest annihilation.
To help the ghosts recognize their targets, Zhao Xi even enchanted the formation to make them take on the appearance of their assigned prey.
When some ghosts perished completely, some killers would be reborn as humans, believing themselves to be ordinary people.
"What the hell do you want?" Youyin, seeing Little Wei clutching her head in pain, glared furiously at Zhao Xi.
Zhao Xi had initially dismissed Youyin, but after a closer look, her expression shifted abruptly.
"How the hell did a living person get in here?"
This was beyond bizarre.
In a nightmare realm she’d designed for ghosts, there was a living soul?
"I don’t know what you’re talking about, but you’re not laying a finger on Little Wei. Give her back her things." Youyin suddenly opened her eyes, tracing a talisman in the air that sent Zhao Xi crashing down from the sky.
Zhao Xi landed hard but didn’t spit blood—just paled slightly.
"You’re a feng shui master too?" Zhao Xi’s cold eyes bore into Youyin, disbelief flickering in them.
A competitor.
Youyin tapped her temple lightly, lips pressed tight. "So what if I am?"
"Are you insane? You entered this nightmare with your soul—do you even know how to get out?" Zhao Xi genuinely thought Youyin had lost her mind.
This forbidden nightmare spell was potent—once inside, you forgot everything about your past, remembering only the identity the nightmare assigned you.
"That’s none of your concern." Youyin glanced back at Little Wei, who was crouched on the ground clutching her head, and clenched her jaw.
She had to get Little Wei out.
If they stayed any longer, her soul would scatter completely.
"Earlier, I was trying to figure out what was wrong with this place. Now I remember everything. My calculations were perfect—next time, I won’t bother." Little Wei coughed, a glint of clarity flashing in her eyes.
Her luck had been terrible this time. Clearly, she’d arrived at the worst possible moment for the original host. An hour later, and not only would there be corpses to mourn—there wouldn’t even be souls left to mourn for.
"Youyin, come here." Little Wei tugged at her. Before Youyin could react, she felt soft lips brush against her ear.
Little Wei whispered an incantation to her.
"Recite it with me. Stay focused."
Youyin blinked. She didn’t know where Little Wei had learned this, but right now, she had no other choice.
Little Wei traced a faint red talisman in the air while Youyin’s fingertips glowed with pale blue sigils.
Together, they murmured the spell.
"Break—!"
The two talismans shot toward Zhao Xi, who twisted away—only to find they were homing spells.
Zhao Xi didn’t even have time to curse before the talismans struck her.
Instantly, the cries for help ceased. The dark, oppressive sky split open, revealing a pristine blue-and-white expanse, as if washed clean.
Now, Little Wei could see herself clearly—a woman in ancient red robes, her body slightly translucent.
Beside her, Youyin, exhausted, had slumped against her grave and fallen asleep.
Little Wei’s lips twitched.
Now that the illusion was broken, her headache was gone, her back no longer ached.
Breaking free had been surprisingly easy.
Then again, it should have been. In a nightmare realm like this, how were a bunch of ghosts supposed to find the protagonists?
By the rules of romance novels, at the very least, it had to be a love story between a feng shui master and a ghost king.
Just then, a little boy in black clothes burst out of the ground, landing beside Little Wei.
"Holy shit, you have no idea—I flipped your coffin lid open and still couldn’t wake you up." The staff was fuming.
It was used to following Little Wei around, but this time, the moment it arrived, it saw her red coffin. It knew she was trapped in the nightmare, but there was nothing it could do—sending in a fragment of itself was already a miracle.
This was a forbidden nightmare spell. If it tried to break it from the outside, every ghost on the mountain would be obliterated.
Zhao Xi had fled.
Little Wei didn’t have the strength to chase her. She sat on her own grave, plucking a few blades of grass absentmindedly. The other ghosts who’d escaped the nightmare were all passed out on their graves, clearly worse for wear.
"Si?" Little Wei called out.
"What?" Si replied lazily.
"You helped me." Her tone was certain.
She didn’t believe for a second that Youyin could’ve regained her memories so quickly.
Even when she first arrived in this world, she’d thought she was just a student. Given the strength of her soul, she shouldn’t have been so disoriented—but the headache had been overwhelming.
Now, however, she faced a far more pressing problem—one that made her want to drop dead on the spot.
This mission…
Was to survive.
What a joke. The original host had been dead from the start. What kind of bullshit task was this?
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