Free Web NovelAfter helping Shen Baiwei, who had suddenly fainted, onto the bed, Dragon Tang paced to the wooden table nearby, then sighed helplessly as he looked at the two Misses lying side by side on the bed.
"How did all the bad luck fall upon me?"
If it weren't for Shen Baiwei learning that he was going to send the iron box containing the token to be sealed deep within the Lords Manor, calling him over, and insisting on putting the portrait of Big Shen into the iron box, he would probably already be in the Lords Manor.
And now...
A perfectly fine Miss just fainted, and he couldn't leave even if he wanted to.
At least not until the subordinate he sent to fetch the physician returned, right?
Thinking of this, Dragon Tang suddenly felt a parched throat, unsure if it was due to anxiety and frustration causing an internal heat.
"How about when the physician arrives later, I also ask him to check my pulse?"
Dragon Tang shook his head, loosened his collar, then picked up the kettle and teacup from the table and poured himself a cup of clear water.
The dryness in his throat seemed to be getting stronger...
Even a Longxiang Army Armored Soldier like him, who had spent years traveling the Gobi Desert and suffered from dehydration, felt a bit overwhelmed and wanted to relieve it with water.
However, just as the teacup reached his lips, a terrifying Spiritual Energy fluctuation intruded into his unconsciously expanded spiritual sense.
Burning, vast, heavy... it felt like being struck hard on the head by a red-hot heavy hammer, causing his body to tremble.
At that moment, he felt fear, a fear that left him no desire to resist.
In his shock, Dragon Tang suddenly turned around, looking in the direction from which the Spiritual Energy fluctuation came, and surprise appeared in his gradually widening eyes.
He knew very well that the person there just now was Miss Shen, but at this moment, he couldn't clearly see Miss Shen's figure, unsure if his eyes were blurred by the scorching heatwave or if the excessively strong Spiritual Energy fluctuation affected his vision; in any case, he only saw a figure wrapped in crimson light slowly sitting up.
Flames, dust, withered plants, and more, things often seen deep in the desolate Gobi Desert, appeared and disappeared within flashes of illusory light.
For a moment, painful memories uncontrollably surged in Dragon Tang's mind; he felt as if he was dragged back to that terrible time.
Memories about the "drought"... fɾēewebnσveℓ.com
At that time, he had just arrived at Yumen Pass from his hometown, Xiaoxiang City, and under his elder brother's arrangement, joined the Long Xiang Army. Who would have thought that during his first long march, he would encounter an attack from a roving Huihe Tribe, accidentally get separated from his companions, and get lost in the vast Gobi Desert.
Perhaps too much time had passed, or perhaps it was too painful for him to touch upon, but the memories of being lost in the Gobi Desert had originally become blurred.
However, at this moment, those memories seemed to have "resurrected" all of a sudden, becoming clear and forcibly pulling him back to that time.
Empty villages, scattered white bones of cattle and sheep, riverbeds that had been dry for an unknown number of years... all the scenery exuded an aura of decay and desolation.
The world seemed to be stretched by some force, and at the end of his vision, a figure led him forward. That figure was almost invisible to the naked eye, only a blurry outline. That figure led him deep into the Gobi Desert.
His mouth and nose felt as if they were set on fire, then forcibly filled with fine sand by the wind. Every breath, every movement of his Adam's apple, brought a tearing pain, and then the pain surged through his nose and throat, all the way into his body, causing a fierce burning sensation to churn in his chest.
In a daze, he felt like he was about to die. The distorted, wind-eroded hills in his vision, like giant monstrous shadows, writhed in the light and shadow warped by the scorching sun, stealthily following behind him, like vultures waiting to devour decaying corpses and lost souls.
When he was young, he often heard old people say that most of the strange and mysterious things in the Great Tang were hidden in the mountains of the south. As a native of Xiaoxiang, he had also heard of the incredible and terrifying legends circulating in the countryside, but those legends paled in comparison to the hidden fears in the vast Gobi Desert.
For a moment, Dragon Tang even felt that he was still in that seemingly endless desert, and the experiences of the past few years were merely a fleeting dream before death, a dream that had now ended, and he was about to embark on the path to the afterlife.
And then...
A crisp, clear girl's voice sounded in his ear.
"Dragon Tang, doesn't your hand hurt?"
Hearing this, Dragon Tang was stunned, and then, as if waking from a nightmare, the terrifying scene before his eyes instantly dissipated, and the uniquely arranged room in Daimu Courtyard and Miss Shen's familiar face came into his view.
"Hand hurts?" Dragon Tang mumbled Miss Shen's question, looked down, and only felt the strong burning pain from his palm when he saw the boiling clear water steaming in the teacup and his five fingers scalded red.
"Hiss—! Hot, ouch!"
With a cry of pain, the teacup fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
Watching Dragon Tang wince and shake his hand frantically, Lu Yibei's gaze unconsciously shifted to Dragon Tang's hand, which was scalded like a pig's trot, and felt a tiny bit of embarrassment.
This shouldn't have anything to do with me, Lu Yibei thought.
"Miss Shen! I just saw you..."
"What happened to me just now?" Lu Yibei said expressionlessly.
"You just..." Dragon Tang tried to recall what happened the moment Shen Baiwei woke up, only to suddenly realize that his mind was a blur. The memories of the few seconds Shen Baiwei woke up, aside from "parched throat," "burning sensation," and "unexplained pressure," had no images or details.
Could I also be suffering from night terrors? Dragon Tang wondered confusedly.
In recent days, besides the riots caused by the uncontrolled emotional outbursts of the local residents and Longxiang Army Armored Soldiers in Yumen Pass, another noteworthy event was that a small portion of the monks remaining at Chawan Temple after Hong Bian Monk disappeared had contracted night terrors.
Those monks suffering from night terrors initially would just suddenly wake up from nightmares after falling asleep at night, then uncontrollably flail their arms and shout, their faces showing an indescribable madness.
After a night of commotion, they would hide in dark corners, lying or sitting, as if their souls had been taken by some ghostly entity, lifeless, unresponsive no matter how others called out, only muttering words that others couldn't understand.
After the Longxiang Army Armored Soldiers reported to Dragon Tang, he had gone to Chawan Temple to check several times. Since the number of monks suffering from night terrors was not large and they hadn't caused any destructive actions, he hadn't paid much attention.
But just now, waking from that terrifying memory that almost devoured his sanity, he immediately thought of those monks suffering from night terrors.
Could it be that those monks also saw some strange sights?
But what was the source that caused those strange sights to appear?
As Dragon Tang was thinking, Lu Yibei's voice sounded in his ear, interrupting his thoughts.
"Dragon Commandant, what happened to me just now? Finish your sentence!"
Lu Yibei disliked two types of people: the first type who only spoke half of a sentence.
Is it perhaps too rash to tell Miss Shen now, when it's still uncertain if it was a symptom of night terrors? Dragon Tang looked at Lu Yibei, pondered for a moment, shook his head and said, "Nothing much. ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ I meant to say that Little Shen and I were very worried seeing you not wake up for so many days. It's truly great that you've finally woken up!"
"Many days?" Lu Yibei was stunned, as if suddenly realizing something, her pupils widened slightly, and she hastily pressed, "How long was I unconscious before?"
The word "many days" gave her an ominous feeling.
"Quite a while." Dragon Tang smacked his dry lips, counting on his fingers, "To be precise, it's been a hundred days as of today."
"Holy crap! How could so much time have passed?" Lu Yibei exclaimed, "Shen Bai... where's my younger sister? Where is she?"
Damn it! It felt like no time at all, how could it be a hundred days already?
This is a big problem now. The message from the Nameless Book that Void brought said that I and the save-scumming Miss were limited to 48 hours to resolve the crisis at Yumen Pass, or else we'd take a huge fall. Now it's been over 90 days overtime, so it's probably hopeless.
In such a long time, let alone resolving the Yumen Pass crisis, it's even enough for the Shaman King to kill his way from Yumen Pass all the way to the White God Group's stronghold in St. Petersburg without even blinking... Lu Yibei thought in horror.
It is rumored that the terrifying urban legend, Chernobog, whose power greatly overlaps with that of the Shaman King and is the White God Group's mortal enemy, has its power residing in a super-standard Spiritual Energy item that has always been closely guarded by the White God Group, preventing Black God's return to the world from urban legend legends at all costs.
If the Shaman King successfully breaks free, there is a high probability that he will try to seize the item containing Black God's power.
"Little Miss Shen suddenly fainted before you woke up." Dragon Tang explained in response to Lu Yibei's startled questions, "I just put her next to you, right there."
As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed to the bed on the other side of the room.
Lu Yibei looked in the direction Dragon Tang pointed, saw Shen Baiwei lying motionless on the bed, and twitched her nose slightly, as if smelling something unusual.
"Dragon Tang, do you smell something burnt?"
Hearing this, Dragon Tang also twitched his nose twice, then nodded, "I think so."
As soon as his voice fell, both of them saw a few wisps of black smoke drifting from Shen Baiwei's body.
Immediately after, before anyone could react, the black smoke visibly thickened, and then...
Shen Baiwei burst into flames.
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"Holy crap! Quick, put out the fire!"
With Lu Yibei's soft cry, the two rushed forward, splashing water, patting, chanting water-attribute Spells... a flurry of hurried actions.
