"What are you laughing at?"
"Is it that funny?"
Two voices rang out beside Wang Xian and the Fat Taoist at the same time, instantly freezing the expressions of the two laughing men.
"Wife, I wasn't laughing at you!"
"Wife, I wasn't laughing at you!"
Wang Xian and the Fat Taoist hurriedly explained.
"Go home!"
"Go home!"
Wang Xian and the Fat Taoist were each dragged home by their wives.
Time flew by, and another three years passed in the blink of an eye.
Wang Xian dreamed less and less often. The woman in his dreams became increasingly blurred, and as for her voice, he had long since stopped hearing it.
The woman in his dreams seemed to understand Wang Xian's situation and made the writing especially large, but like her, the words were far too blurry for Wang Xian to make out.
The only character he could recognize was "hand." Wang Xian understood that the woman was referring to the "bracelet"—the identical bracelets worn by him and the Fat Taoist.
Over the past three years, Wang Xian and the Fat Taoist had studied the bracelets nearly every day, but unfortunately, they discovered nothing.
Though he dreamed less, Wang Xian's sense of being torn between reality and illusion grew stronger and stronger. He had no choice but to rely on calming medicine to fall asleep and escape that feeling.
During that time, Wang Xian had sought out Master Chimù many times. Each time, Master Chimù gave him two talismans.
Although Master Chimù's talismans could not completely suppress Wang Xian's sense of division between reality and illusion, they could suppress more than seventy percent of it. Yet strangely, the talismans belonging to both him and the Fat Taoist would inexplicably disappear within three days of being received.
Wang Xian had once