Xian Qianzhong gathered his strength and threw a punch at a wolf dog with all his might!
But his fist had no effect whatsoever, and instead, he was knocked to the ground by the wolf dog.
Xian Qianzhong then realized, even though he had been a world champion in Sanshou in his lifetime, now that he was dead, only his soul remained, and the strength of his body had not come with him. He was as fragile as the other lost souls next to him!
"Zhong’er, get up quickly!"
Lord Xian was an old hand at the battlefield, and back in the day, he was an outstanding reconnaissance soldier. Even though his strength was gone, his vision remained sharp. Using the other lost souls as cover, he quickly dodged the wild dogs lunging at him, grabbed Xian Qianzhong as he tried to stand up, and the two ran frantically towards the front of the group.
They ran fast, but with mad dogs everywhere on Wild Dog Ridge, there was simply nowhere to escape!
The two were soon surrounded by a pack of mad dogs!
Xian Qianzhong stood in front of Lord Xian, protecting him with his life, as they retreated again and again, but they were eventually cornered into a dead end.
"Come on, come at me! I’ve got plenty of meat, come after me if you dare! If you want to eat my grandfather, you’ll have to ask my fists if they agree!"
Xian Qianzhong’s eyes turned blood red, and a strong surge of anger made him roar as he charged recklessly into the pack of mad dogs. The mad dogs also lunged at Xian Qianzhong at the same time!
In the Xian family home in Yuhang City, Xian Qianzhong and Lord Xian both let out a furious yell almost simultaneously, waking up from their beds drenched in cold sweat!
"So it was just a dream."
Xian Qianzhong took a deep breath, touched his face, and found himself covered in sweat.
Once he was fully awake, Xian Qianzhong immediately stepped out of his room and headed towards Lord Xian’s room.
When he arrived, he found that the door to Lord Xian’s room was open and that the man himself was not inside.
"Ah, Qianzhong, you’re awake? That was quick to sober up."
Gongsun Duxiu just happened to pass by and was somewhat surprised to see her son.
"Mom, where’s Grandfather?"
"He’s in the yard. He also sobered up just now and has been standing in the wind, not sure what he’s thinking about." As she spoke, Gongsun Duxiu handed a military coat to Xian Qianzhong, "You go out and drape this coat over him; it won’t be good if he catches a cold."
Xian Qianzhong, holding the coat, slowly walked behind Lord Xian and draped the military coat over his shoulders.
"Zhong’er, you’re awake too?"
Lord Xian turned around and looked at Xian Qianzhong with a smiling face.
Seeing Lord Xian’s face filled with a loving smile, Xian Qianzhong couldn’t help but be astonished; since his grandmother had passed away, he had never again seen such an expression on the old man’s face.
Xian Qianzhong hesitated for a moment before saying to Lord Xian, "Grandfather, I just had a dream."
Lord Xian looked slightly startled and asked, "What did you dream about?"
"I... Well, it’s nothing much, just some superstitious stuff."
Hearing this, Xian Qianling quickly asked, "Was it about being escorted by two Ghosts to the Underworld and then being chased and bitten by a pack of mad dogs at Evil Dog Ridge?"
"How did you know... Could it be that you also..."
The two looked at each other for a moment and then fell silent.
It was indeed strange that both grandfather and grandson had the same dream at the same time.
At that moment, Xian Qianzhong’s phone rang.
"It’s already past ten; who would call so late."
Muttering to himself, Xian Qianzhong took out his phone, pressed the answer button, and put it to his ear.
Soon, Xian Qianzhong’s expression became stiff.
Seeing him slowly put down the phone, Lord Xian couldn’t help but turn and ask, "Zhong’er, what’s wrong?"
"Grandfather, Old Xiao died of a sudden heart attack, just over two hours ago..."
Lord Xian was taken aback and couldn’t help but sigh softly.
At this very moment, you and Xian Qianling’s souls were floating above the two of them.
Xian Qianling seemed very satisfied with the outcome of this event, "It seems they will not dare to eat dog meat again in the future."
"Let’s go buy a dog in a couple of days and take good care of it. Dogs are humans’ most loyal friends, not food," you said, turning towards Quinshui Hotel and flying away.
"Hey, just going back like that?"
Seeing Xian Qianling’s playful expression, you said coldly, "If you want to drift around forever, I don’t mind if you want to play everywhere."
Pouting, Xian Qianling still obediently followed you back to the lovers’ hotel.
More than ten minutes later, you unlocked your home with a key.
Your mother was a night owl who had always been in the habit of having a late-night snack; by the time you got back, she was just in the kitchen with Little Qinniang, boiling noodles and teaching her hands-on.
Seeing Little Qinniang’s earnest and eager expression, you couldn’t help but smile at your mother, "Mom, in a few days, you’re going to have trained another great chef under your wing."
Your mother looked you up and down and asked, "Why are you back so late, Zhao’er couldn’t wait for you and has already gone back to her room to sleep."
"It was eight o’clock." Your mother came over and said to you, "Don’t go anywhere these next few days, just keep an eye on Zhao’er. I always feel that there’s something odd about that girl."
Your mother’s words put you on alert, the importance of Zhao’er to you needless to say.
Turning into the room, you found Zhao’er already dressed in a thin nightgown, lying on her side on your bed.
She was sleeping soundly, her delicate nose moving slightly with her even breaths, looking very inviting.
Leaning against the bed edge, you slowly squatted down, quietly watching the woman who had changed your life.
You had thought about what your life trajectory would have been like if Zhao’er hadn’t appeared, if that day you hadn’t fallen into that deep pit, hadn’t entered the resting place of the Empress.
However, life has no what-ifs.
Ever since you were young, you didn’t believe in fate. In your eyes, everything happens due to karma, and no matter the outcome, you have to give your all in everything you do.
In fact, you had always been seeking Zhao’er’s identity, and the more you understood, the tighter the string in your heart that had always been tugging became.
From the very beginning, you knew there was some sort of connection between you and Zhao’er, but this indescribable connection couldn’t really prove whether you and Zhao’er had a past.
Of course, the past had become the past, and that had nothing to do with you now.
Just like in Heavenless Hell, when you faced King Qinguang and Li Shimin, one of the Ten Halls of Yama, you still emphasized only this life; everything from a past life had nothing to do with you.
What you really wanted was this life with Zhao’er, not a past life.
However, as you knew right from the start, Zhao’er was a thousand-year-old female corpse, an indisputable fact.
Since ancient times, humans and ghosts follow different paths, not to mention a human-corpse relationship.
The more mysterious Zhao’er’s identity, the lower the chances of the two of you being able to stay together for long.
Nevertheless, regardless of the complications behind it, you would unhesitatingly keep this person by your side, even if her mind wasn’t clear, even if she was a thousand-year-old female corpse!