Qing Dai told me the basic information.
After she finished speaking, the chickens in the backyard clucked again.
Qing Dai glanced at me, then said:
"Alright, I have to go."
I didn't stop her.
I just nodded at Qing Dai:
"Okay! Have a safe trip, and I'll be waiting for your safe return."
Hearing my words, Qing Dai smiled at me.
She flicked her sleeves.
In an instant, her entire form turned into a wisp of smoke and vanished before my eyes.
After Qing Dai left, the candlelight in the room returned to red.
I sat on the sofa, thinking about the conversation I had with Qing Dai.
I couldn't handle the matters of the New Dynasty's demonic entities.
I don't have that kind of ability or cultivation now.
As for the water ghost of the Clear River, it naturally needs to be dealt with properly.
I squinted and pondered for a while.
Then I washed up and went to bed.
Lying back in bed.
In a daze, I heard a woman's crying again.
I opened my eyes.
It was an ancient battlefield, with bodies strewn everywhere and rivers of blood.
The sky seemed to be dyed red with blood.
Corpses and battle flags were everywhere.
In the distance, I saw a woman in white, holding a corpse and weeping.
It's here again, this is a dream!
I exclaimed in surprise.
The woman's voice was so sorrowful.
And I was like an onlooker.
Only able to watch from afar.
I wanted to get closer, to see the woman's face clearly.
But it all failed.
However, this dream was slightly different from the previous two.
I could get a bit closer.
Faintly, hazily.
I seemed to see the appearance of the corpse in the woman's arms.
The corpse was wearing armor, seemingly a general.
But he was covered in blood.
I followed my gaze up towards his face.
But when my eyes reached the man's chest area.
I found that the armor on his chest had been torn open.
Beneath the armor, his chest skin could be vaguely seen.
On that skin, there was a red fire cloud…
The fire cloud was as red as flames.
Stained with some blood.
It looked like a pool of blood.
"Fire cloud mark!" I was extremely shocked.
I still remembered that Qing Dai had asked me to find the person with the fire cloud mark on their chest.
I was surprised that the person Qing Dai asked me to find had appeared in my dream.
I started to move upwards, trying to see the man's face clearly.
But, as my gaze shifted to the man's chin.
Everything around me suddenly spun.
Instantly, it turned into darkness.
I was completely engulfed in a vortex of darkness.
I wanted to shout, but no sound came out.
I wanted to struggle, but it was useless.
In this way, I kept spinning in the darkness.
I don't know how long it had been.
I suddenly opened my eyes.
And found myself looking at the ceiling.
A ray of sunlight shone into the room from outside the window.
Only then did I realize, the dream.
I had that dream again.
I slowly sat up, frowning.
I wiped the sweat from my forehead.
Feeling somewhat exhausted.
Thinking about what I had seen in the dream.
Incredibly vivid, so vivid that.
I could even remember the appearance and manner of death of the corpses I saw.
Dreams are very mysterious.
According to modern medicine, they are related to mental state and emotions.
But in our profession, they can foreshadow certain events.
Once or twice, I could dismiss it as coincidence.
But this strange dream has occurred for the third time.
And each time, it progresses further.
The ancient battlefield in the dream, the man and woman in the dream.
Especially the general with the fire cloud mark on his chest…
Could that be the person I'm looking for?
But who is the woman in white?
What does this dream signify?
I don't believe this is just an ordinary dream.
I feel it foreshadows something.
Just like when Huang Qi Niang, that old yellow weasel, transformed into a resentful spirit and haunted me in my dreams.
This time, I had a heightened sense of caution.
But on second thought, this dream hadn't caused me any substantial harm.
It seemed as if this dream was revealing some information and scenes to me.
I lit a cigarette and analyzed myself.
I sat on the bed, motionless, for a full hour.
Recalling the content of the dream once more.
Although I was somewhat confused, since the dream hadn't caused me any harm.
I felt somewhat relieved.
Of course, when I get the chance, I can also ask my junior uncle for advice.
See if my junior uncle can help me interpret the dream.
With that thought, I took a deep breath and got out of bed.
I had taken Qing Dai's request to heart.
I planned to go to the river tonight to check things out.
However, I had no experience dealing with water ghosts.
So, after tidying myself up, I left the house and went to the shop opposite to seek advice from my junior uncle.
When I arrived at Wanshou Hall, I found only the on-duty Old Mo, who was sitting in the shop playing a game and trying to climb the ranks.
He was also constantly cursing:
"Mid laner, are you out early in the morning to mess with people? And still feeding?"
Hearing Old Mo's voice, I smiled:
"Old Mo!"
Old Mo heard my voice and looked up at me:
"Brother Qin, why are you here?"
After speaking, he cursed at his phone again:
"Team, engage! It's over, it's over…"
The next moment, I saw two large words "Defeat" appear on Old Mo's phone.
"Damn it! Lost again."
I found it amusing but paid it no mind.
I asked again:
"Where is Uncle Old Mo?"
"Don't even mention it, he drank too much again last night and can't get up!"
Old Mo rolled his eyes, speaking somewhat helplessly.
I gave a wry smile.
My master and junior uncle are truly unique.
One addicted to smoking, the other addicted to drinking.
My master was sent away due to smoking, and if my junior uncle continues like this, he'll likely end up joining my master…