The woman's head, like a withered flower bud, appeared right before Wu Feng's eyes.
"Child, why aren't you asleep yet?" Somehow, the woman had come in again. Without Wu Feng noticing at all, she leaned her head close to his.
Wu Feng stared at the woman's yellowed eyes, his heart seized by terror. He could only whisper, "Mother, I—I can't sleep."
"Oh, it's fine, it's fine, child. Three Caves Monastery must be a good place. Once you go there, you'll be able to live a better life. Those immortal cultivator masters will surely treat you well."
The woman's head moved closer and pressed tightly against Wu Feng's, leaving him no choice but to close his eyes and whisper that he would be obedient.
"Mm, that's good. Go to sleep, child."
The woman drew her head back and sat beside him, watching Wu Feng.
Wu Feng could only truly close his eyes.
As he lay there with his eyes shut, drowsiness suddenly swept over him, and Wu Feng genuinely fell asleep.
He had no idea how long he slept. A sudden burst of terror jolted Wu Feng awake. Then he saw a husband and wife, embracing one another, their bodies covered in wounds. They were already dead.
After seeing the corpses, Wu Feng instead breathed a sigh of relief. After all, corpses were far better than the terrifying entities he had seen the previous night.
Wu Feng rose from the bed and looked around. He soon determined that the house had previously been looted by bandits. Nothing valuable remained.
Judging from the wounds on the husband and wife, they had likely been killed together. The culprits were probably the bandits as well.
As for Wu Feng himself, he had apparently taken the place of this couple's child. They had likely used