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Chapter 44 Why the Obsession
"Asshole! Psychopath! Little bastard! Outrageous!"

That night, Feng Xue, who had clearly fallen asleep, heard constant scolding in his ears. However, it seemed that all his memories came from a certain lady from a wealthy family. The lady's vocabulary for scolding was really limited, and coupled with her soft and tender Wu dialect, it sounded quite pleasant.

Unlike the previous times, this time Feng Xue woke up from the ghost's dream almost instantly. It was not because he had developed resistance or quick reaction, but simply because there was a clause in the spiritual contract of the ghost-controlling spell that could not harm the master.

It is possible to enter a dream, but it is impossible to block memories.

Feng Xue stretched hard and propped himself up from the still cold ground, and saw Mo Ming still sitting on a big rock in that fake posture, pointing at him and cursing.

Feng Xue grinned and stood up suddenly.

As if frightened by this action, Mo Ming, who had been tossed around badly outside (referring to the ghost control), actually fell off the stone. Then, as if remembering something, he hurriedly got up from the ground and stammered:

"Don't, don't come over here! This is a dream, I'm the one in charge! Even if you're the contract master, you can't control me! Be careful, I'll give you... give you a nightmare!"

Hearing Mo Ming's unintimidating threat, Feng Xue couldn't help but laugh. He tried to activate the Ghost Control Curse, but found that with his weak soul, he seemed unable to mobilize magic power in his sleep. However, he didn't care. Instead, he took two steps forward and said with a smile:
"You went to all that trouble to drag me in, just to give me a nightmare?"

"Who... who went to so much trouble to pull you in! You clearly came in by yourself! Yes, you came in by yourself, this time and before, I was too lazy to pull you in!"

Mo Ming continued to retreat and explained weakly, but Feng Xue said with a look of disbelief:
"I actually have the ability to actively enter your dreams?"

"It's because you released too much energy! Your energy flowed in on its own, bringing your spirit with it! I didn't want it to happen! I tried so hard not to absorb it, but it just kept coming in! What can I do? How about you stay away from me next time before you go to bed?"

Mo Ming was about to cry at this moment. She was staying in the painting peacefully, how could she meet such a person!

"Spontaneous?" Feng Xue recalled the contents of the ghost-controlling spell and had no doubts. After all, according to the secret book, in the process of the ghost absorbing the master's magic power and vitality, it will gradually communicate with the master's mind. Even if ordinary cultivators raise ghosts, they raise them bit by bit mixed with incense. The offerings he makes in one or two days may reach the standard of others who have been raising ghosts for several years or even dozens of years.

"So it seems that I really am a born ghost-raising holy body?" Feng Xue laughed at himself, but seeing the alert look on the ghost's face, he couldn't help but sigh. Although the ghost-controlling curse can forcibly control the ghost regardless of whether it is willing or not, according to the secret book, a cooperative ghost is always better than an uncooperative one.

Knowing that even ghosts must be treated with both kindness and severity, he finally put away the smile that made ghosts uneasy, and his expression became serious. This sudden change of style made Mo Ming slightly stunned, and then he heard Feng Xue say:
"Whether you like it or not, you are now my contracted ghost. You must help me when I need you. In exchange, I will provide you with vitality and mana so that you can grow faster..."

"I don't want your magic power and vitality!" Mo Ming immediately shook his head. Feng Xue couldn't help but raise an eyebrow when he heard this:

"You're still embarrassed when I talk to you nicely, right?"

"No, it's not!" Mo Ming saw Feng Xue's expression was not right, and he couldn't help but shrink back, and added hurriedly:

"I, I just don't want to go out. I can help you release the illusion or something!"

"?" Feng Xue felt a little confused and couldn't help but recall the boss Mo Yuxuan's introduction to the background of this ghost spirit. According to that boss, after this ghost spirit got rid of the obsession of its predecessor and entered reincarnation, it was able to stay in the state of no worship for hundreds of years. This means that this ghost spirit even surpassed the "willpower" and maintained its existence only by relying on the obsession inherited from the original body.

Thinking about it this way, she probably doesn't crave vitality, cultivation, or the like as much as ordinary ghosts. If that's the case, then I'm probably going to have to address her obsession. But what's this ghost's obsession? She doesn't want to come out? Is she a otaku?
Feng Xue recalled the details after getting Mo Ming, and remembered the previous sentence that made her red-hot. An idea suddenly came to her mind, and she said with a female ghost-like expression:
"Illusion? How can your mask-piercing trick help me?"

"You, don't underestimate me!" Mo Ming glared and protested at a very loud volume that he had never used even when Feng Xue was pressing him step by step.

Feng Xue secretly laughed in his heart, "I got it", and the expression on his face became more and more disdainful:
"Look down on me? I'm ignoring you! You can't even blend into the environment, and you still have the nerve to call it an illusion! Anyone can spot you at a glance? Trash! Trash!"

Who would have thought that just when Feng Xue had just regained some composure, Mo Ming suddenly shuddered and burst into tears.

"Wow! I want to join in too! But I just can't fit in, what should I do? I can't draw, and that idiot Bai Li is also a half-wit. There's no way I can learn from her! Wow!"

The large amount of tears coupled with the ink-and-wash scenery of the world gave her a feeling that everything was about to be blurred. The hard rock that sheltered her from the wind seemed to be growing moss, and the clear river water behind her was instantly filled with duckweed. Even her pretty face seemed to be smeared with a blot of ink, which left Feng Xue stunned.

"Are you so sensitive?"

This thought just arose, but Feng Xue immediately realized that this might be the obsession that bound this ghost spirit.

Although obsession is the basis of a ghost's survival, once the ghost-controlling spell is completed, the ghost spirit is bound to its master, and it doesn't matter if the original obsession fades away. In other words, only when the original obsession fades away can the ghost spirit be considered to have no weaknesses - after all, that obsession is only inherited from its predecessor.

"Is this guy's obsession to learn how to paint?"

Feng Xue thought about the prototype of the ghost his boss mentioned, the daughter of the former prime minister. Judging from the countless melodramatic stories he had seen before crossing over, perhaps her true obsession was "freedom"...

and many more……

A spirit is attached to an imperfect landscape painting?
Does the young lady really love her painting so much?
But she broke free of her obsession and reincarnated within a few months! It was this ghost who was obsessed with turning herself into a black dot that ordinary people could see...

So, when she said "I want to fit in too" before, it wasn't just a complaint, but an obsession?

That young lady wants to enter the outside world represented by the world in the painting?
That is to say...

Perhaps this ghost's obsession, inherited from its predecessor, is to reach the imaginary, free world within the painting? Or is it simply... to enter the painting and become one with it?
Various thoughts emerged in Feng Xue's mind, and his brows furrowed slightly. Although there seemed to be many possibilities, no matter which one, they could be discussed with the same topic -

"How about this? I'll help you find teaching materials for ink painting, and you'll help me with my work?"

"Gah!" The crying sound suddenly stopped with a strange syllable. Mo Ming stopped rubbing his eyes, and his beautiful eyes appeared from between his fingers. He said weakly through the big stone:
"Really?"

(End of this chapter)