Chapter 62 - 62: Nightmare Hexagram Words

Chapter 62: Chapter 62: Nightmare Hexagram Words

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Looking at the injury on his hand, Zhao Huai was slightly surprised.

The wound from the dream could actually be brought into reality, which means that this Evil Spirit could kill people in dreams!

The question is, how did this Evil Spirit affect him?

His mind had the protection of the Insanity Technique, so it was impossible for it to be invaded.

If it were in reality, Zhao Huai was fully confident that he could easily deal with this Evil Spirit.

But in the dream, without his cultivation and black ring, he couldnt even draw a talisman, let alone use his physical strength to deal with her, which was still a bit forced.

After a preliminary judgment, this was definitely not an ordinary Evil Spirit.

Instead, it was a powerful nightmare, with a strong resentment that was unmatched by ordinary ghosts and monsters.

The problem was that the Evil Spirit had been quiet before and there were no rumors about it, but it just happened to find him today.

This was bound to be the result of the cursed skull, an annoying rotten bird.

Thinking of this, Zhao Huai couldn’t help but curse again.

“Husband, you seem to be preoccupied.”

Yu Qinghan saw Zhao Huai’s face change constantly, so she asked concerned.

“It’s not that I’m preoccupied, it’s just that I’m thinking about the nightmare I just had,” Zhao Huai said in a relaxed tone, trying not to worry Madam.

He then hid his injured hand under the quilt.

At the same time, all of his True Vigor gathered on his right arm. In a moment, the blood on his arm stopped and a scab formed.

“Nightmare? What did you dream about? You can tell me,” Yu Qinghan’s phoenix eyes were incredibly serious.

Zhao Huai smiled helplessly, “I dreamt that I was being chased and killed. I was about to teach her a lesson when Madam woke me up.”

Yu Qinghan listened and nodded, then asked perplexedly, “Why would you have such a dream, husband?”

“I don’t know, maybe I was too tired from cultivating?

Zhao Huai comforted her, and as his eyes wandered, they caught sight of the discarded skull on the bedside table.

It had been thrown out the window earlier but had somehow returned?

“I’ll prepare some Mind-pacified Grass for my husband. Put it beside you when you sleep so as not to be affected by the heart demon,” Yu Qinghan said slowly, looking at Zhao Huai’s handsome side profile.

Zhao Huai picked up the skull and held it in his hand. He turned his head and smiled, “Thank you, Madam.”

The couple continued chatting until the sun rose, then slowly changed and got out of bed.

“Wife, could you watch over our shop today? I need to go out and take care of some things,” Zhao Huai said with a mouthful of greasy, scallion-filled pancake.

“Alright, husband. Please go with ease,” Yu Qinghan agreed, feeding the goldfish in front of her with some feed. The origin of this chapter's debut can be traced to N0v3l--B1n.

“Good morning! Good morning!”

The myna bird stood on the roof beam, tilting its head and greeting.

The first half of the divination was a love poem that expressed the Lantern Woman’s deep love for her husband. The problem lied in how her husband died and who killed him.

Finding out the cause of her husband’s death might turn the Misfortune into a blessing.

The formation of Evil Spirits is usually due to resentment. The stronger the resentment, the stronger the Evil Spirits are.

Once the resentment is resolved, the Evil Spirit will cease to exist.

Zhao Huai’s train of thought was very clear. The problem now lies in what happened between the two, but he had no clue about it presently.

If this Evil Spirit is not resolved, he fears that he won’t have a good night’s sleep in the future.

Being happy at night, but chased and killed in dreams?

He felt uneasy just thinking about it.

The key was the bone in his hand, which may be the skull of the Lantern Woman’s husband or even her own bones.

Zhao Huai walked through the crowd, and his ears caught the refreshing slogans:

“Believe in the Crow Immortal, blessings and good harvest, free from disease!”

“Join the Raven Sect, receive a bushel of rice, the Crow Immortal will protect you, enjoy eternal bliss after death, and be rich and noble in the next life!”

“Why is it them again?” Zhao Huai looked at the Raven Sect members, frowning.

A large group of people in black crow robes walked past him. Their number had clearly increased significantly since he last saw them.

Their eyes were full of fanaticism, as if they were truly infatuated with the so-called Crow Immortal.

“These cultists are so diligent, working from dawn to dusk?” Zhao Huai couldn’t help but comment.

The leader of the believers noticed a young man on the side of the street who had been watching them. He was handsome and of extraordinary temperament, definitely a good candidate.

“I see that you’ve been watching us for a while. Do you want to join us?”

The believer walked out of the crowd and came to Zhao Huai with a slight smile.

Zhao Huai was taken aback at the man’s approach.

Unexpectedly, the believer was very polite and gentle in tone, which was quite different from the rough image he had in mind.

Zhao Huai shook his head: “Not really, I’m just curious why your number has grown so much.”

Although his words didn’t contain any derogatory terms, it was clear that he looked down upon and discriminated against the cult.

The believer didn’t get angry after hearing this. Instead, he smiled softly and said, “Doesn’t this show that our Raven Sect has gained the approval of the majority of people?”

“Join the Raven Sect, live a warm and well-fed life, no longer troubled by the mundane, be guided by the Crow Immortal. The talented will achieve success and go to paradise after death. The mediocre will also be rich and healthy. This is a great trend, isn’t it?”

“I see that you are a very talented person. Why not join our sect? Together, we can lead the common people to a bright and prosperous future.” The believer’s words were very targeted, clearly tailored to Zhao Huai’s appearance and attire.

Zhao Huai naturally didn’t believe the believer’s nonsense. He never believed in such teachings, let alone joining them.

Who knows what underhanded activities these sects were involved in behind closed doors?

“Thank you, but I’m not interested.” Zhao Huai refused directly.

“That’s a pity.”

The believer’s face flashed a hint of regret, but he quickly resumed his smile and waved goodbye.

“Brother, may we meet again if fate allows.”