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After the old lady waved her hand, there was a brief moment of absent-mindedness. When I opened my eyes, apart from the pain in my body, wasn't I still in the hotel?

"What happened? Were you dreaming just now?" Looking at the surroundings, I felt as though I had fallen into a cloud. I didn't know if it was a dream or real, but after muttering a few words, I suddenly recalled the scene of that little boy sucking the blood from my heart, so without saying anything further, I pulled off the clothes in front of my chest. When I lowered my head to take a look, I immediately let out a laugh.

So it was actually just a dream.

Thinking back to the scene in my dream, I still felt chills run down my spine. What a joke, even a weasel can become a spirit.

I chuckled and shook my head. However, it was rather strange to say that the dream seemed to be a little too real. I thought about it for a moment. Perhaps it was because I had been too tired these past few days.

Looking at the time, it's still early, it's only a little past 3 in the afternoon, when I thought about how I didn't seem to have told Uncle Chen that I was not in the hospital, my heart immediately got anxious. Doesn't that mean, there's no one at Lanlan's place?

Thinking of this, how could I dare to delay any longer? I hastily washed my face and prepared to leave.

But just as I was about to turn around, I remembered that I had not yet cleaned up the so-called broken spiritual urn. I thought to myself that I should do something about it.

He saw that there was not even a shadow of the broken spirit urn left on the ground. He did not know when it had been cleaned up completely.

I was struck dumb at the sight, wondering if a waiter had come in while I was sleeping and cleaned up the room.

Think about it.

However, it was also at this moment that my eyes shifted and found that the pile of fragments was perfectly placed on the table. The small fragments were arranged in a certain pattern.

Wasn't that the image of that weasel?

I immediately sucked in a breath of cold air, unable to suppress the fear in my heart.

Could it be that the dream was real?

I was dumbstruck and completely at a loss.

If that's the case, doesn't that mean that I have to fulfill the promise I made to the old lady in my dreams and restore the ancestor's spirit body that the old lady spoke of?

If it was really like that, wouldn't it also mean that Lanlan was currently in extreme danger?

I did not dare think about it anymore and did not have the mood to go to the hospital anymore. If I do not resolve this matter with the Spirit Orchid Stone, no matter how many methods I use, Lanlan would definitely meet with mishaps.

Thinking about this, I gritted my teeth and sat down. I started to use the broken tiles. However, I was very clear in my heart that even if I were to put them all together, it would be futile to let them have their way.

However, as I was about to leave the house, I took the book with me and started flipping through it like it was my lifeline.

The more I flipped through, the more agitated I became. In the end, I could only sigh, close the book, and turn around to make a call to Uncle Chen.

In my opinion, Uncle Chen seems to have some understanding of this thing, maybe he has a way to solve it.

"Uncle Chen, I broke that urn." After the call, I said honestly in a low voice.

"What? You actually broke it? Child, you … Cough *, when Uncle Chen heard this, he immediately became anxious, but he only stopped halfway through his sentence, and asked me: "Are you alright now?"

Hearing Uncle Chen anxiously ask me, I felt my heart ache, I didn't know what to say. In the end, I gritted my teeth and only whispered: "I dreamt of great deity Huang."

"Where are you?" After Uncle Chen heard this, he paused for a long time before speaking. Even though I couldn't see his expression, his tone revealed an invisible pressure that made me panic.

Feeling the concern that Uncle Chen had conveyed over, I suddenly felt like crying, as if I was a child who had done something wrong. Gritting my teeth, I told him the number of my hotel and room, then sat in front of a pile of debris and started daydreaming.

Uncle Chen arrived quickly and panted heavily. When he saw me, he sized me up and asked: "Are you Ma Que?"

"Uncle Chen, it's me, why do you ask?" Hearing this, I was also confused. It felt like he didn't recognize me after such a long time.

The Uncle Chen heaved a sigh of relief and said softly, "Sit down."

After sitting down, I told him about the situation in the dreamland. He mused for a long time before opening his mouth to speak.

According to the Uncle Chen, the reason why I dreamt of those weasels was because I charged into them. Their hearts were filled with resentment, hence they came to lock my soul in the dream space.

I have nothing to say to Uncle Chen's words, even if I do not believe in these things, I have no choice but to believe, because I do not dare to use Lanlan's life as a wager.

Furthermore, Uncle Chen also told me that Yellow Great Immortal is someone who has a strong desire for revenge.

Even without Uncle Chen saying, I could already feel this. Sighing lightly, I thought to myself, now that I'm "alone and full, my whole family is not hungry", so I'm not afraid of Weasel and the rest pestering me. However, this matter is a little difficult for Lanlan since it is me who is going to shatter the Spirit Orb, so I can't just throw her in right?

Thus, I pointed to the pile of debris and said to Uncle Chen, "They kept saying that this is the spirit body of their ancestor, is it true?"

Uncle Chen sighed: "Who knows, maybe senior left something for the later generations to think about. It's just like the portrait your grandfather left for them, although it might not have any use, but it's still the heart and soul of a family, and can't be touched."

Uncle Chen's face was also extremely ugly. Although he was resting in the hotel for the past few days, but, because of the matter with Lanlan, I think he did not manage to close his eyes.

I felt the same way about that, and I remember how angry I was when I found out that the copper bowl or something had been stolen from my grandfather's broken wooden box, as if someone had cut a piece of meat out of my heart.

And now that I've shattered the spirit body of its ancestor, the weasel will not fight me to the death.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but sigh. I was really too reckless, I thought to myself.

However, it was too late to regret it now. How to make up for it was the most important thing.

"Oh right, Uncle Chen, what did you say just now?" At this moment, a light flashed in my mind and I felt a certain thought pass by me. Even though I wasn't able to grasp onto it, it gave me great inspiration.

Uncle Chen was startled, then he repeated what he said just now.

Uncle Chen, I have a way. "When I heard this, I was overjoyed, and really wanted to hug Uncle Chen and kiss him. I was overjoyed as I said," Uncle Chen, I'm going to buy some things now, you just watch Lanlan first, okay?

Uncle Chen looked at me blankly without saying anything for a long time. Finally, he sighed and said, "Perhaps you've been too tired these past few days. You should rest well and tell uncle about anything. Okay?"

I nodded my head with a smile. I wanted to carry out my plan impatiently, so we followed Uncle Chen out of the hotel.

After leaving the hotel, Uncle Chen turned around and walked towards the hospital, while I headed straight for the bustling area.

After a long search, I finally found a stationery store and bought some paper and pens.

However, when I received the pen and paper, I still felt that something was missing. After giving it a little thought, I realized that there were no candles or fragrant scents.

For those who had died, losing these two things was not a good thing. Moreover, the other party was a weasel who had been dead for who knows how long.

Thus, I tossed and turned for a long time. Finally, I found a small shop selling customs items in a small alley. After buying all of the items, I returned to the hotel.

The reason why I prepared these items was because I wanted to draw a portrait of this spirit body that I had smashed to pieces.

Although I'm not sure if this remnant image will pass successfully, it seems that this is the only way.

Uncle Chen said, since this spirit body is just a thought left by the previous generations, then, as long as I can completely restore it to its original form, wouldn't I be done for?

All of a sudden, I started to admire my intelligence.

As it's daytime now, so it's not appropriate to draw the picture using the Soul Painter's method, so I first tried to draw it with a pencil. In my opinion, don't weasels all have the same moral character, just drawing a few should be enough, but, I drew a few of them consecutively, every single one of them is the character of a scoundrel, not to mention those weasels, even I am not satisfied with them.

So I had to tear it up and start over, and after a few rounds it was dark.

I raised my head and looked out the window. I felt that it was about time, so I pulled up the curtains, lit three sticks of green incense and a candle, and stood in front of the fragments of the urn.