Two faces

  In the previous chapter, it was mentioned that Wu Jian's true identity is a prophet who has the ability to read minds and has certain divination abilities. He divined that there was an ominous aura in the northwest corner of the military training base, and after learning that Lao Hui had heard strange sounds there before, he decided to go and investigate at midnight.

  With a concentrated mind, the spirit was focused on an empty realm, feeling the spiritual energy in the body running non-stop until after 100 cycles, suddenly waking up, a warm flow of air flowing through each meridian in the body, and it took more than a minute to lose this feeling.

  Do you still remember when I first had this feeling, it only lasted for a few seconds, now I can maintain it for one minute. When the time comes that I'm always in such a state, isn't that just a small accomplishment?

  "Your spiritual power actually comes from the outside?" Wu Bing, the guide, held onto the tortoise shell with one hand and looked at me excitedly, as if he had seen a special corpse. I suddenly felt a sense of crisis, wondering if one day I would be dissected by this master and apprentice duo, and couldn't help but shiver.

  Zhou Meng had already adjusted his breath and saw that I was not in a state, so he opened his mouth to explain: "You should have heard of the Blood Sacrifice, right?"

  "I've heard that a Seer must be well-versed in the hundred principles, and the rise of the Dreamwalker family is related to blood sacrifices. However, those who can truly form a blood sacrifice are few and far between, and it's probably related to their past life's karma. Has she formed a blood sacrifice?" The eyes of the instructor without illness began to shine with a wolf-like glow as he carefully scrutinized me.

  Alas, Ahn's personal safety...

  I nodded vigilantly and my body retreated backwards, sticking tightly against the wall.

  "Don't worry, I'm not a pervert, I won't dissect you." The sickly pale senior looked at me with an evil grin.

  Mind-reading skills are really not a good thing. Who knows if you'll dissect me one day, what if you get bored someday?

  For the tasteless joke of the tour guide, Zhou Meng put on an expression of "seeing nothing unusual", glanced at her watch and reminded: "Time is almost up, we should go."

  Wu Bing's expression turned serious as he put away his sly smile, swiftly putting the tortoiseshell into the inner pocket of his coat and shouldering his backpack.

  Taking advantage of Zhou Meng's "hidden" symbol, we successfully broke through the several layers of inspection defense lines formed by the instructors and headed straight to the small hillside in the northwest corner.

  Standing on the mountain top, looking down, this small section of over 100 meters long ancient Great Wall lies at the foot of the mountain slope, lurking in the darkness, as if it would pounce on us and swallow us up at any moment.

  "Everyone be careful." The voice of the tour guide came from beside my left ear. Judging by it, he should be standing about one meter to my left.

  We walked down the mountain slope to the foot of the ancient Great Wall, now less than two meters high. I wiped off the "hidden" symbol on my hand, and at the same time, Zhou Meng and Wu Bing guide also appeared in my line of sight.

  I've been here a few times, except for the last time when I heard a strange noise, there's nothing unusual about this place. But Zhou Meng said that there is a very heavy yin energy here, and the tour guide said that it emits an ominous aura.

  Only to see Zhou Meng infusing spiritual energy into the brush, drawing a bright and clear talisman in the air, placing it on his palm, opening his yin eyes, and beginning to examine this section of the Great Wall inch by inch.

  The porter walked along, shaking the tortoiseshell in his hand, and the copper coins inside the shell kept colliding with each other, making a crisp sound that seemed very ethereal in this dark and quiet environment.

  They each began to explore on their own, I didn't know what else to do, so after gathering my spiritual energy at the tip of my fingers, I also drew a bright and clear talisman, and started to carefully search in another direction.

  After the bright and clear symbol was printed, some subtle changes occurred on the Great Wall. The front side is still okay, facing south, yin in yang, with fewer such subtle changes. When it turned to the back of the Great Wall, facing north, yin in yin, this is where the yin energy gathers.

  It was indeed not an illusion or a coincidence that I saw on the front just now. The fine lines of cracked mud that were originally densely covered on the surface of the ancient Great Wall, actually turned into distorted human faces with twisted five senses after I opened my yin eyes, most of which had painful expressions.

  I took a cold breath, possibly the result of the soul being absorbed by the ancient Great Wall after the death of the slaves buried under it. When I watched "Dream" before, there was such an example in it.

  During the Ming dynasty, a water dam was being built on the south side of a river. The government official's son had an illicit affair with a virtuous woman near the dam and accidentally strangled her to death. He hastily threw her body into the dam, where it was crushed by the weight of the dam.

  After the dam was built, something would happen every year. It was remembered as a cycle of seven years: six small events and one big event in the seventh year, repeating over and over again.

  The heir of the Dream-Interpreting Family happened to pass by and found that the dike was surrounded by a surge of yin energy. He used the Bright-Eyed Charm to open his yin eyes, and then he saw on the north side of the bottom of the dike a twisted human face, which could make various expressions, but all those expressions were emitting evil spirits without exception.

  The last heir finally appeased the vengeful spirit of the woman and the curse on the embankment was lifted.

  The back of the ancient Great Wall is now filled with human faces, which is equivalent to saying that how many resentful spirits died in vain under this ancient Great Wall.

  Zhou Meng stood at the other end, about fifty meters away from me, also with his head down in contemplation.

  "What are you looking at?" The tour guide shook the turtle shell, following my line of sight to look up at the Great Wall, but only got a puzzled face in return.

  Standing on the standpoint of letting the prophet open his eyes, he drew a bright and clear symbol and printed it on his palm.

  His eyes lit up several times as he looked at the ancient Great Wall, almost emitting infrared rays, with an "excited to death" expression.

  Huh, freak.

  "Look." He became even more excited, pointing with one hand at the middle of the ancient Great Wall while quickly jogging in that direction.

  Follow him to run over there, take a closer look at where he's pointing, and it turns out that there is a face on top, which is different from other faces. It's smiling and moving, with an expression of happiness. It seems like another weird flower.

  And next to this weird face is a face with closed eyes, the facial features are not distorted, looking like it's sleeping, very peaceful.

  Among the faces that were twisted and distorted in agony, two faces appeared that moved and looked no different from those of normal people. A chill ran down my spine and I shuddered involuntarily.

  Zhou Meng also walked over, looking at these two faces, studying them carefully, and indeed the key was with them?

  These two faces, one thin and awake, the other full and asleep, with what looked like some wounds on their faces, both with stubble, were probably two men.

  "Wake up...... wake...... wake...... wake up." The suddenly emaciated face spoke, and it was indeed the voice from that day. It's just that I didn't open my eyes on that day, so I couldn't see him.

  The face beside him, which had been sleeping soundly, seemed to stir slightly, as if disturbed by someone, and showed a look of impatience, but soon fell asleep again.

  If it weren't for this eerie state, if it weren't because of their eerie identities, the current scene would still be quite interesting.