Grudge Breaker

Chapter 346: Will You Die?
Could it be that the dream buds have been completely contaminated, and the result would be the same no matter which one I choose?
Impossible, Gu Cangyue quickly denied himself.

There are countless people entering the dream, and the daily occupancy rate of dream buds in the fetal storehouse is at least 50% to 60%. If this were true, the Three Thousand Worlds would have been in chaos long ago and would not have waited until today.

Besides, he went to the 'clean room' in the storehouse, where all the dream buds were prepared by the immortal nobles, even the Heavenly Lord, and no one would dare to tamper with anything in such a place.

……

"Could it be that there is nothing wrong with Mengya itself, but someone took advantage of it after you took it out of the fetal warehouse?"

Mo Tingfeng gave a timely reminder.

Gu Cangyue still shook his head.

As the head, he had the power to implant dream buds in himself directly in the warehouse. After coming out, he went straight back to the dream world and never set foot in the Dream Weaving Department again. Even if an evil person wanted to, he would have no chance.

"The problem must be with Qin Huan."

"I stayed in the Cloud Cocoon after returning to the Sleep Realm, and did not come out until the night banquet. If the dream buds were to be contaminated, it must have happened in the Realm Lord's Mansion."

Thinking about it carefully, Meng Ya did not behave abnormally before that, but after returning from the Territory Lord's Mansion, he was obviously controlled and did not know it. Gu Cangyue's face was cold. Who was this person who dared to act in public without him noticing? How did he do it?
He put down his wine glass and looked at Mo Tingfeng doubtfully.
"You said that the dream bud in my eyes was corroded by nightmares, polluted by puppet energy, and soaked in the blood of the beast. Do you really mean it?"

If it was just the puppet qi, it would be fine. Mo Tingfeng had been dealing with chaotic souls and puppet qi for many years, so it was not surprising that he was proficient in this. But he should not be familiar with the dream sprouts coming from the Dream Weaving Division, not to mention the blood of the spirit beast of the upper realm, which he had no sense of until now. How did he discover the clues in an instant?
Mo Tingfeng pondered for a moment, and told Gu Cangyue about the nightmare dream buds that Ye Wujiu encountered in the Huiming Xuanji formation on the night of the banquet. The necromancer who appeared under the dry well at that time was not Ma Zhenchun's real body, but the "nightmare dream buds" on Ye Wujiu's body were triggered by the blood of the 獙獙 that was applied in advance in the magic circle. If Ye Wujiu had not been alert, I am afraid that the Sichen Mansion would have lost two commanders of the Tianluodiwang that night.

"The reason why I am so sure is because I used the 'Ghost Inscription Technique' on the nightmare bud and the blood of the beast collected in the magic circle. This technique is specialized in identifying and tracking specific evil things. Once they appear, there will be a sense of them. The disadvantage is that it is short-lived and can only last for half a month."

Mo Tingfeng's tone was unquestionable.
"So I am sure that the dream bud in your body has the same origin as the nightmare curse in Wujiu and the death curse in Weiwei."

"We are facing the same enemy, and this enemy will definitely be at the Palace of the Transit Master on the night of the banquet!"

……

But with so many people, who could it be?

The two of them were secretly calculating in their hearts.

That night was the first time that Gu Cangyue made an official appearance after being promoted to the God Lord. Many people tried to curry favor with him. Even though he was always arrogant and unkind, there were still people who came to toast him and say nice things to him.

If anyone is suspected of doing this, then everyone is suspected.

"Speaking of which..."

Gu Cangyue looked at Mo Tingfeng with a stern gaze, "Although that evil creature Shu Tinglong came to provoke me several times, he never came close to me. Now that I think about it, it seems that he was deliberately avoiding suspicion in order to prevent Mengya from getting into trouble - could it be that he knew something in advance?"

"Tuk, duh."

Mo Tingfeng didn't say anything, his fingers tapping the table habitually, a myriad of thoughts running through his mind.

It is true that Shu Xinglong is the most suspicious and has the most motive, but there is no trace of his soul on the contaminated dream bud, so the real culprit is someone else - this person is easier to approach Gu Cangyue than others, and will not make him wary and disgusted. Who could it be?
Shu Xinglong was the guest invited by Qin Xueying. As the eldest princess, the seats of the two were very close to each other. It must be easier for her to get close to Gu Cangyue than others. Could it be her?
No, Mo Tingfeng shook his head secretly, it wasn't Qin Xueying. It was because when he returned to the main hall again, he had already set up the "ghost spell" on himself. If it was really the eldest princess, she would definitely feel it on the spot - that's right! !

Therefore, the suspect must be among the people who “were still in the hall before he and Ding Heran left, but had left after he came back”!
...But that night the territory lord was hosting a banquet, and except for Shu Xilong who had to leave temporarily due to important matters, none of the officials dared to leave early.

……

Suddenly Mo Tingfeng's eyes lit up and he tapped the table with his fingers. He had thought of something.

"I see!"
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"why you?"

Song Weichen sat up from the bed, looked around, and finally set his sights again on the person sitting at the table making tea.

"Am I dreaming or am I dead?"

The person at the table put down the teapot and turned to look at Song Weichen. Although he smiled faintly, it seemed as if the hustle and bustle of the world was passing by.

"Miss Song, I haven't seen you for a long time. I hope you are well."

Song Weichen hadn't seen Sang Pu for a long time. It seemed that after seeing her short and brilliant life in the mirror, he had never seen her again.

No, that's not right, it's the Well of Time.

That was their first and last true meeting.

But now, the woman sitting in front of her making tea, who else could it be but Sang Pu?
But this room felt strange. It was neither Wuqingju in Tingfeng Mansion nor the one where Sang Pu lived when he was in the villa.

Song Weichen felt that he did not feel any discomfort. He looked at his chest and found no trace of a penetrating wound. He was still marveling in his heart, but his calves kicked the quilt and he rushed to Sang Pu's side.

"Where is this?" "Ju."

"Giant? Tsk, this place has a really weird name."

Sang Pu smiled, picked up a cup of brewed tea and placed it on the opposite corner of the table, motioning Song Weichen to sit down.
"Most of the people of the Wei and Jin dynasties, such as Ji Kang, often sat and played the zither without paying attention to etiquette."

"I want Miss Song to sit and talk. 'Sit' means to do whatever you want without worrying about the rules."

……

Song Weichen scratched her head. To some extent, they had the same DNA and mitochondria. Was it necessary to create such a big difference? It made her look like an illiterate.

"Miss, for the sake of me being your brother, please stop giving me riddles, okay? Otherwise, I will have to speak to you in English, Japanese and Spanish. One good turn deserves another. Don't accuse me of bullying you then."

Sang Pu chuckled, his eyes sparkling.
"I didn't have the chance to have a good talk with you in the Well of Time. I never thought we would have this moment. I am naturally happy in my heart. How could I bully you?"

After Song Weichen sat down and Sang Pu considerately served him a plate of snacks, she spoke again.
"This is 'Shu'."

……

Song Weichen rolled his eyes. No, is it possible to have a good chat with this girl?

Are we going to start a trade war with her based on knowledge barriers?
"Miss, stop pretending, or you'll be struck by lightning."

"Thunder is a high-voltage accumulation of electric charge, right? A little-known fact: the temperature of the discharge channel during a thunderstorm can reach 30,000 degrees Celsius, which is hotter than the surface of the sun! A little-known fact: the energy released by a thunderbolt can light up a 100-watt light bulb for three months."

"It's not that I feel sorry for you, but the main thing is that we are now living under the same roof. If I am taken with me when you are attacked, who can I turn to for justice?"

Song Weichen was talking a lot, but Sang Pu just looked at her with bright eyes and interest. She was not annoyed at all, but found it interesting.

"I'm sorry for the misunderstanding. I didn't explain it clearly."

"Half asleep and half awake is called mei, half alive and half dead is called shu."

Sang Pu patiently explained, and Song Weichen finally understood. Unlike the Buddhist saying of "neither birth nor death", the place where they were now was strictly speaking a gap between life and death, narrow enough, yet boundless enough, and always parallel to "birth" and "death".

This kind of place is called Shudi.

Unlike the Well of Time, Shu is a real place, but apart from herself, no other soul can enter, and there is no need to fantasize that Bingtuozi or the big bird can come to save her.

"It's over."

Song Weichen sighed,
"Although I don't know what happened exactly, but I'm a vegetable now, right?"

"The good news is that the body is still alive. The bad news is that only the body is alive."

"Tsk, how pitiful my life as an ox and a horse is. I have finally come to the conclusion that Guo Degang said: You will die or not."

Song Weichen fiddled with the teacup in his hand and muttered to himself, but the smile on Sang Pu's face became more obvious. It was quite an adventure that the ice beauty from a thousand years ago could not help laughing because of herself a thousand years later.

"not necessarily."

"There are four more words. I said them to you last time at the Well of the World. Do you remember?"

Song Weichen tilted his head and thought about it.
"Just accept it as fate?"

Sang Pu picked up the pot and poured her another cup of tea.

"Accept it as fate."

Song Weichen curled his lips. There was something wrong with what he said.

She stretched out her legs and slumped lazily on the back of the chair.
"That's right. Anyway, I can't control whether I live or die. Mr. Lu Xun once said that if you don't let go of your life, you will lose half of your happiness. Let go!"

"Pfft."

Sang Pu couldn't help laughing out loud. Looking at the beautiful woman in front of him who was talking and laughing, Song Weichen's eyes, which had been lazily squinting, suddenly widened and he sat up straight.

"wrong!"

"You died a long time ago, why are you here?"

"And why do you know everything here so clearly?!"