Chapter 35: A small episode

The moment I woke up, I already knew what had happened. It was a ghost who wanted to take advantage of me while I was sleeping, or to tie me up. Either way, it was to control me.

Unfortunately, this method, which is extremely effective against ordinary people and even many unprepared cultivators, is ineffective against me. It is because my soul is protected by Silly Tiger, which is equivalent to a natural and powerful defense. How could ordinary ghosts have any effect on me? Ten more wouldn’t have any effect!

A feeling that I couldn’t describe flashed through my heart, more of a feeling of sadness. I’m not a fool, I naturally know who did it, but that’s not important. What is important to me now is the purpose of the person who did it?

I suppressed Shatu, then communicated with Shatu in my heart, and then let go of my defenses, allowing the ghost that was now wrapped around me to enter my soul!

This is obviously a very risky way for others, but for me, it is completely free of burden.

The moment the ghost entered my soul, it was suppressed by the spiritual power of Shatou, or rather, by my own spiritual power. Then I pretended to be possessed by the ghost, unable to move at all, and even my consciousness was not very clear. I waited quietly…

The night was so windy in the highlands that the fire outside the tent kept jumping, and the shadow on the tent in front of the fire kept jumping as well. Eventually, the shadow stood up and walked towards the tent.

I already knew this would happen, and when he walked in, I was actually at peace. He was the owner of the ghost head, and the ghost head had successfully possessed his body. He knew that in this foolproof state, he would naturally come in, and I only needed to pretend to be under his control.

“Brother, brother…” After the young man came in, he didn’t rush to start, but called out to me twice in a row.

“Hmm…” I pretended to be delirious, rolling my eyes, completely in a state of being possessed.

He turned on the flashlight in his hand, first pretending to be anxious, carefully looking at me. After a few seconds, he suddenly smiled. His originally somewhat handsome face, under such a greedy smile, looked somewhat distorted and hideous.

He slowly stood up and looked around the small tent without haste. He said, “Brother, don’t blame me. You know that it’s hard to be a wandering cultivator. If I don’t rob a few fat sheep, I’ll never get what I want even if I go to the big city with great difficulty. What’s the point of risking my life to go to the big city?”

I continued to pretend to be delirious, although at this moment I already understood his purpose a little…

Soon, the young man found my briefcase and luggage bag in the corner of the tent. He quickly stepped over my body and began to excitedly rummage through my things.

I sighed inwardly. There were some things in my luggage that I definitely didn’t want him to see, such as some magical artifacts, which might inadvertently reveal my identity. So I didn’t need to pretend anymore.

“Why did you find me?” I sat up and said, half sitting in the tent.

“Nonsense, everyone else is in groups, and there aren’t many people who are alone. They are all very cautious. You are the only one who is traveling alone, and you mistake kindness for stupidity. Who else would I look for if not you?” The young man almost subconsciously replied, and then he suddenly realized something was wrong. He stopped searching and turned his head, looking at me with a somewhat frightened expression.

I looked at him calmly. In my heart, I would never accept his words. Kindness is foolishness. At least my master’s friends and some of my experiences have shown me that the right way is still the mainstream in this circle. How could a few people change my opinion?

“Are you sober?” The young man asked me cautiously and tentatively, and then he seemed to be carefully sensing something, and then his expression relaxed slightly, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

“I said I could go to the big city alone, and I still have some skills. Have you temporarily suppressed the ghost head? So what? You’re already struggling to suppress it, you can’t be my opponent.” He said to me.

“What is your purpose? Is it to rob me and then go to the big city to trade?” I ignored his statement and just reconfirmed his purpose.

“What else do you think?” He grabbed the bundle of herbs I was carrying and waved it around excitedly, shouting, “How can you resourceful guys understand me, a poor wandering cultivator? A poor wandering cultivator who has to scrounge for money to go to the big market? I don’t have anything good to offer, so going to the big market is a waste of time. Do you think I would be willing to do that? Why should those who have no firm beliefs and no pursuit of the Dao enjoy more resources? Why should I work so hard but have no hope at all?”

I was too lazy to argue with him. He was already so extreme that there was no cure for him. I had completely figured out his purpose, and I just said lazily, “Put down the bundle in your hand and then leave. Can you understand?”

“What makes you think…” The young man obviously didn’t expect me to respond like this.

At this moment, the tiger in my soul, which had been restraining the ghost, finally roared and completely devoured the ghost.

As the owner of the ghost head, the young man was naturally affected by the backlash. At the moment the ghost head was devoured, he groaned and then took two steps back, with two lines of blood coming out of his nose.

“Now do you understand?” I stared at him and said.

He looked at me in horror, suddenly dropped the bag in his hands, and suddenly knelt down before me: “Brother, I was wrong. I was greedy for a moment. Brother, I am really pitiful. Don’t… don’t kill me.”

If I were a little more ruthless, perhaps killing this young man would be the safest way to go, but the truth is that I have never been a ruthless person. Killing is definitely a very burdensome thing for me, even if it is in a no-man’s land, and even if it is normal for several people to suddenly disappear here.

He probably didn’t find anything. In fact, I don’t think he, a wandering cultivator, could have discovered my identity. So I said, “Before I change my mind, you’d better get as far away as possible. I’m going to say this for the last time.”

Hearing me say this, the young man’s expression became surprised, and then he was afraid that I would change my mind, so he thanked me in a panic and crawled out of the tent…

When I heard his footsteps gradually getting farther and farther away, and finally no more sound, I finally lay down again, lit a cigarette, and I finally understood why all the cultivators along the way were so indifferent. Maybe this kind of thing happened more than once or twice?

What is the charm of the big market that makes many cultivators risk everything?

I was a little confused, and the drowsiness returned. I didn’t care about the young man, and I just thought of him as an unpleasant little episode. Even my drowsiness was not affected.

The next morning, I was back on the road again. According to the map, the rest of the journey was not far. As long as I bypassed the mountains not far ahead and reached the foot of the mountain, I could use the invitation in my hand to be led all the way to the big city.

Looking at the mountains not far away, I was somewhat relieved. After all, the rest of the road was not far away, but in fact it took me nearly five hours to bypass a small mountain range.

I thought I had no altitude sickness when I came to this plateau, but when I was bypassing the mountains, I realized that everything here was much more strenuous than in other places. I was so tired that I could hardly breathe after bypassing a small mountain.

It turns out that I am not really adapted to this plateau.

Thinking this way, I had completely bypassed this small mountain range. After passing through this small mountain range, I found that there was a valley between it and another mountain range, or rather, a small plain.

On this small plain, there are some wild animals that belong to the plateau. They are originally very shy and will run away when they see people or vehicles approaching, but here, they are unusually relaxed and even staring at a place in the distance with a certain kind of curiosity!

That place must be where all the cultivators get off and walk. I stood at the mouth of the valley and saw that place at a glance. I suddenly felt inexplicably excited…