Seeing this scene, Yan Minghua instinctively sensed that something was wrong, but she didn't think Pei Ling would harm her.
Just as she was about to ask something, everything before her changed again. Darkness, solid as a physical thing, spread all around her, and she could no longer tell east from west. She had returned to reality.
Not far away, Pei Ling stood with his eyes closed, the obscure aura around him slowly circulating.
Yan Minghua was startled again, but quickly understood. What she had just seen must have all been an Illusion Realm.
At that moment, Pei Ling's voice sounded in her ear once more. "Fellow Daoist Yan, I'll explain what you wanted to ask later. For now, please wait while I deal with that Ghostly Being."
At that, Yan Minghua immediately nodded. "All right!"
Seeing how agreeable she was, Pei Ling felt very pleased. He definitely couldn't tell her that he was Wang Gao.
Otherwise, if Senior Sister Li found out, the situation would become utterly disastrous.
Fortunately, righteous-path disciples had a sense of the bigger picture. He didn't need to explain anything, and Yan Minghua had simply believed him...
As his thoughts turned, Pei Ling's consciousness returned to the Dream Realm once more.
Above the Earthen House, both Oil Lamps were on their last flicker. The fruits on the offering table, once merely dull, now looked visibly wilted, as if they were withering away by the moment.
Shadows writhed and churned all around. Between their shifting forms lurked countless sinister, venomous ghosts, as if they could spring out at any moment and devour the living.
"Creak."
"Bang."
"Creak."
"Bang."
The door kept opening, then closing, opening again, then closing again... More and more Yan Minghuas walked inside.
After entering, none of the Yan Minghuas even glanced at