Chapter Seventeen

  Because this tree was too slender, I had no choice but to stand very close to Zhang Ruofei.

  "How did you end up here?"

  He turned his head and asked in a low voice.

  As soon as he finished speaking, I suddenly felt a faint scent of menthol floating in front of my nose. I made an effort to sniff it again to confirm whether my sense of smell had gone wrong. Could it be that he had just eaten a few pieces of Halls on purpose before coming here?

  "I replied: 'When I saw this female ghost, I followed her from behind for a few steps. Then, everything went black in front of my eyes. When the light came back on, I found myself in this place.'"

  Zhang Ruofei heard this and smiled, saying: "It seems that you and this female ghost have a pretty good fate. She brought you to this place, so she should have something she needs your help with!"

  "Really?" Upon hearing this, my heart skipped a beat, pretending to be brave and somewhat disdainfully said: "I think the female ghost is more compatible with you, you don't even need to follow her, you can just walk in by yourself. This place should be prepared for you by her."

  "I followed you in." He drawled out slowly.

  "Then you know where this is?" I asked doubtfully.

  "This is the fantasy she weaves, you've been through so many demons and ghosts, don't you know?!"

  Zhang Ruofei's expression when he said this was as if I were deceiving him.

  I looked displeased and said to him, "What's with the 'do you know or not', would I still ask you if I knew?"

  After finishing speaking, I huffed and puffed, turned away with a scowl, rolled my eyes heavily, and didn't want to bother with him anymore.

  He slowly opened his mouth and said, "Every elf or ghost has the ability to weave its own fantasy realm. It may be a place they yearn for, or perhaps it's the most beautiful memory hidden in their heart. We should now have entered the memory woven by that female ghost."

  In the woven memories, I couldn't help but feel delighted when I thought of this sentence. If I could weave past memories, wouldn't I also be able to find a powerful fairy or ghost to help me weave one - a dream with a dad and mom?

  "What's on your mind, laughing alone here?"

  Zhang Ruofei looked over with curious eyes.

  I coughed a few times, hid the smile on my face and said to him: "You also know how to learn demon magic?"

  "Yes, I've just learned a bit of superficial knowledge."

  "Fur or no fur, just wait a moment and try that female ghost out. You'll know if it's true or not." I said with a smile, then ran out and looked around. In the distance, a black shadow was lightly floating in the wind. Oh my god, how scary! The female ghost was actually dancing on the water surface barefoot.

  "Come over here, Zhang Ruofei, hurry up."

  I turned around and shouted at him several times, then pointed towards the black shadow floating on the river surface.

  He slightly furrowed his brow and started walking this way.

  I almost forgot that my eyes are different from his. At this moment, what I can see is invisible to him, which makes me feel a little lost.

  Unexpectedly, he suddenly stretched out his hand and tightly grasped mine. Then, from the pocket of his pants, he pulled out a yellow talisman and a small knife.

  Seeing a knife, I quickly pulled my hand back and fearfully said: "You... what are you trying to do?"

  "This yellow talisman has forgotten to draw characters on it, now, I'll borrow your blood for a use."

  Without waiting for my consent, another hand grasped mine and a light knife cut down, I felt the skin split open, blood dripping out.

  "Thank you!"

  He finished speaking and turned his head in the direction I was pointing, unable to help but look stunned.

  "Don't you think she's weird too?" I asked casually, blowing air onto my fingers.

  "Let's go and take a look."

  Before I could respond, he pulled me straight towards the riverbank.