Chapter 165: Little Fat Wants to Possess My Body

「Clang, clang…」Just as I was about to wave at Chen Mo to greet her and signal her to continue, Little Fat's familiar voice came from beside my ear.

I turned my head and, unable to help feeling pleased, saw Little Fat actually come in through the glass and fling himself into a bear hug beside me.

Immediately after, Yuan Qiu, holding big and small bags full of sesame oil candles, walked in with a puzzled look.

Yuan Qiu suddenly appeared, so Chen Mo had no choice but to break off, stand up, and greet him.

Seeing Yuan Qiu come in, I quickly got up and said to Chen Mo, "Wait a moment."

I then ran over to Yuan Qiu's ear and whispered a few instructions.

This naturally concerned Grandma Zhao.

Although I couldn't get back there right away, just in case I still told Yuan Qiu the whole story, so he could hurry to Grandma Zhao's place and see if there was anything he could help with.

Although Grandma Zhao's place had run into some trouble, I figured that with Pangzi's mostly restored magical power, he should be able to handle it.

So even though I was anxious, I wasn't overly worried. After Yuan Qiu left, I continued sitting in the chair, quietly listening to what Chen Mo would say next.

I chose to sit down again because I was curious. Yes, since I met Chen Mo, there has always been a strange feeling deep inside me.

Of course, this feeling refers not to me and her, but to her and Pangzi. Fate has arranged for Chen Mo and Pangzi to meet several times, and each encounter always brings about some strange occurrence. The first time, Pangzi hugged Chen Mo; the second time, Pangzi even kissed Chen Mo. The third time... I almost felt as if heaven were treating them like monkeys for its amusement.

Moreover, what astonished me was how rapidly their relationship developed—especially Chen Mo's affection for Pangzi, which seemed to swell at a visible pace.

In theory, even if a few incomprehensible incidents had occurred, Chen Mo's impression of me should not be so strange. It's as if she were slapping worthless coins onto Pangzi... A girl, even if she fell in love, ought not to behave this way.

From her hesitant expression during this chance encounter with Chen Mo, I was absolutely certain that what she wanted to tell me definitely concerned Wang Da Pang.

Thus, I decided to restrain my anxious feelings, sit down first, and listen to what Chen Mo wanted to say to me.

"Perhaps you find it hard to believe, but this really is the fact, you know..."

After I sat down, Chen Mo took a sip of water and then began to explain slowly.

"Before I met him, I kept having a dream, a very strange dream. In that dream, there was only a man I couldn't see clearly, like a dark shadow who would appear on specific days in my dream... but after that night when he appeared, that man never showed up in my dream again."

Chen Mo's words left me puzzled for a moment, but I seemed to grasp her meaning. She must have linked the man appearing in her dream with Pangzi. Through constant longing, this automatically gave rise to a different kind of feeling.

But as for whether that dream had anything to do with Pangzi himself, I dared not jump to a conclusion.

"Later, I asked a fortune-teller, and she said, he is my past life's..." Saying this, Chen Mo blushed and lowered her head.

"Eh, what are you suspecting he is? Your past-life husband?" I almost blurted out, and after speaking I wished I could slap myself hard—am I just looking for trouble for no reason?

"Hmm..." The flush on Chen Mo's face spread from her neck up to her cheeks, her voice barely audible.

This behavior fully shows the bashfulness of a young girl.

"Clang, clang..." Little Fat beside me seemed to have understood the whole process, excitedly clapping his hands.

"What's with the 'clang'? Adults are speaking, you little kid, what are you eavesdropping on?" I glared at Little Fat in a pretended manner, threatening him. At the same time, a feeling of gloom welled up in me unbidden. Who brought this little rascal bad? He doesn't understand other talk, but he's unusually sensitive about matters of the heart. Last time, in the park he directly broke up a couple; now he actually manages to make sense of the tangled mess between Chen Mo and Pangzi.

"Clang... clang!" Little Fat, holding up his fingers, lowered his head in aggrievement.

At that moment, Chen Mo suddenly gripped my hand tightly and asked urgently, "Hai Sheng, could you help me take a look? Just take a look, to see if I really have a fateful bond with him from a past life."

Chen Mo's words left me torn for a while, unsure how to answer. If I said yes, that would be too far-fetched, since I can't see their past lives. If I said no, that would likely break Chen Mo's heart.

After thinking it over, I still firmly shook my head and countered Chen Mo: "Don't you suspect that fortune-teller is just cheating you out of money? People in that line usually talk nonsense—'point at the wind and speak of wind, listen to the rain and speak of rain'—how can you be sure what she says is true!"

When Chen Mo opened her mouth to speak, I waved my hand again and cut her off directly.

"Besides, even if it were true, what then? Do you really think Pangzi would accept you? You can see with your own eyes who he likes."

Although it's harsh, this is to prevent her from falling too deep. Even though I once wished to set her up with Pangzi, after seeing Pangzi use his body to block a sword for Silijing, I knew that no one could replace Silijing in Pangzi's heart.

Chen Mo also sighed wistfully: "Indeed, he can use his life to shield her with his body. Who could take her place in his heart... but..."

After a pause, Chen Mo looked at me with a mix of reluctance and pleading: "But I really want to know the answer, I really want to know whether we truly had a fateful bond in a past life."

I hardly thought before blurting out a stock answer.

"No, absolutely not!" I shook my head like a rattle—this was my first lie. Of course, I think it doesn't count as lying, since no one knows whether they had a past-life affinity. I merely gave Chen Mo the answer that would be best for both of us, from that perspective. Even if it's a lie, it's a well-intentioned lie,

After I firmly denied it, Chen Mo's face flashed a hint of unwilling hesitation, yet also a touch of relief.

"Is it really like that? Is it truly like that?" Chen Mo muttered to herself.

At that moment, Little Fat standing beside me suddenly began jumping up and down, shouting "clang, clang, clang" nonstop. I turned my head and saw him clenching his small fists, leaning forward, glaring at me angrily—as if he wanted to devour me raw.

"What the hell, what kind of look is that! Did I say something wrong? Besides, I'm your master, so what's this attitude!" I silently complained to myself, thinking that when I get back I might want to give him a good spanking on the butt to teach him hierarchy.

But before my inner grumbling was finished, Little Fat suddenly charged at me with lightning speed.

"What the hell, what are you doing, trying to kill your master?" I jumped in fright, almost as a reflex.

However, Little Fat's speed was truly too fast; before I could regain my senses, it actually merged directly into my body.

Immediately after, my body transmitted waves of uncontrollable tingling numbness, and I collapsed onto the chair. At the same time, I felt as if my mind were spinning, my consciousness slipping out of control, wanting to faint.

Before my consciousness faded, I vaguely heard Chen Mo turning and leaving, along with a few words she left behind.

"Thank you, I'm leaving. I want to be quiet; tomorrow I'll resign, leave Aomen, and go wander elsewhere. I believe that someday I'll figure things out."

This was the last sentence Chen Mo left me before she departed, but now I simply can't muster the energy to say goodbye to her.

Besides being physically weak, it's also because my fuzzy memory recalled something.

I vaguely recall that the Yin Mountain Sect seems to have this secret art: summoning a guardian spirit to possess the master's body, handing over bodily control to the guardian spirit, much like the child-body invoking gods ritual. However, the guardian spirit is the Daoist's life-bound master, so even if the body is overloaded, the master suffers far less harm than with ordinary child-body possession.

Since Little Fat became my guardian spirit, I have also tried this secret art. The results left me feeling utterly screwed, because Little Fat is even afraid of ghosts, and after possessing me he has no combat power at all. In ten trials, nine times I couldn't even get him to move. Occasionally, when my luck spikes and I manage to invite him to possess me and impart techniques, he instead leads me to a small shop and loots all the snacks.

In the end, his abilities remained untested, and I nearly got stuffed to death.

Also, after trying it several times, I concluded that invoking guardian spirit possession probably has no effect on Little Fat at all.

But this time, something unforeseen happened. Little Fat, this guardian spirit, without asking, simply possessed my body. And what is he trying to do? Even if it were a fight, there's no opponent now, and it's not the time for it?

I racked my brains, but this doubt was just a fleeting moment; even before my consciousness blurred, I kept pondering the question.

But soon, in the dream realm, I actually experienced an astonishingly miraculous encounter.