Jun Moyan couldn’t tell if it was his own illusion. He clearly couldn’t see it, yet he felt its hurt through its unseen eyes.
It seemed aggrieved, aggrieved that he asked such a question.
Indeed, not only was it aggrieved, but it also blamed Jun Moyan, blamed him for forgetting it.
"Are you from the Netherworld? Why did you appear on me before, appear in my dreams, and now appear here?"
Jun Moyan urgently wanted to know if this thing was related to him.
He suddenly regretted telling the drunkard about his insomnia and nightmares that day, and he regretted even more taking the sleep aid the drunkard gave him.
He should have asked clearly in his dreams.
Seeing no response from the other side, Jun Moyan asked again, "Why are you here?"
"Because you’re here."
It spoke, it really spoke.
No, it wasn’t speaking; it was answering him in his mind, just like Jun Moyan.
But Jun Moyan heard it.
Despite its worn and booming voice due to its size, Jun Moyan clearly understood what it said.
It said it was because he was here.
Moreover, Jun Moyan could feel that it deliberately softened its voice, trying to speak gently.
It seemed to care a lot about him.
Jun Moyan suppressed his incredulous and excited emotions, and hurriedly asked the doubts in his heart.
Because he feared it would disappear in a moment.
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Its reply was somewhat expected, yet also unexpected.
"Aren’t you from the Netherworld? Why do you know me? Do I have some connection with you?"
"I came to take you back."
Jun Moyan couldn’t understand its words.
If it hadn’t appeared on him before, and appeared in his dreams, if he didn’t feel it was friendly and wasn’t afraid of it, he would have thought he was about to die and it came to take his Ghost to the Netherworld.
"They’re all waiting for you to come back."
"...They? Who are they?"
"Jun Moyan, Jun Moyan..."
Wen Xiao’ai’s voice echoed from the depths of his mind, pulling Jun Moyan back to his senses.
He instantly calmed down.
Jun Moyan felt someone pinch his chin on both sides, forcing his mouth open, something was put into his mouth.
A hand stroked his throat, and the thing slid down his throat...
"Jun Moyan, wake up..." Wen Xiao’ai’s anxious voice resounded beside him.
Jun Moyan tried to open his eyes, but no matter how hard he tried, it was in vain.
Besides Wen Xiao’ai’s voice, he heard many familiar voices.
"How soon will it take effect?"
Shangguan Yu looked at Jun Moyan, who had taken the antidote concocted by the drunkard on the bed, and asked the drunkard.
"...Wait half an hour to see."
"...Wait half an hour to see."
The drunkard repeated the uncertain phrase.
"Why don’t you sit down and rest a bit." Qing Yi stepped forward, wanting to help the exhausted drunkard to a chair to rest.
The drunkard shook his hand, sitting by the bed, and began to check the wound on Jun Moyan’s back.
The silver needles inserted in his back were already turning black, and black blood flowed and was wiped, wiped and flowed again, corpse spots were continuously growing, though slower than before, they were indeed growing.
He knew, if the corpse poison wasn’t dealt with soon, it would be uncontrollable.
In just three days, Jun Moyan would absolutely rot and die.
Several people stayed by the bedside, quietly waiting for Jun Moyan to wake up.
Yet inside, they each felt more tormented and distressed than the other.