Chapter 437

Clang, clang… As I was just waving at Chen Mo, gesturing for him to continue speaking, Little Fat's familiar voice sounded beside my ear.

I turned my head and saw, my face lighting up involuntarily; Little Fat had actually come in from outside the glass, flying over and giving me a bear hug.

Right after, Yuan Qiu, whose hands held big and small bags full of sesame oil candles, also walked in looking puzzled.

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

Seeing Yuan Qiu enter, I quickly stood up and said to Chen Mo, "Wait a moment."

I then ran to Yuan Qiu's ear and gave him a few instructions.

What I said naturally concerned Grandma Zhao.

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

Although something had happened at Grandma Zhao's place, I figured that with Pangzi's mostly recovered magical power, he should definitely be able to handle it.

So, even though I was anxious, I wasn't too worried. After Yuan Qiu left, I continued sitting on the chair, quietly listening to Chen Mo's upcoming words.

The reason I chose to sit down again is because I was curious. Yes, ever 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 and bizarre things. 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.

Moreover, what surprised me even more was that the development speed of these two protagonists was overly rapid. Especially Chen Mo's affection for Pangzi was almost swelling at a visible-to-the-naked-eye pace.

Logically speaking, even if a few incomprehensible incidents occurred, Chen Mo's feeling toward me was still truly strange. It was as if she were slapping money onto Pangzi for free…… A girl, even if she fell into the river of love, shouldn't behave like this.

This chance encounter with Chen Mo, from her hesitant expression, I was absolutely certain that what she wanted to tell me was definitely related to Wang Da Pang.

Thus, I chose to suppress my anxious feelings, first sitting down to listen to what Chen Mo wanted to say to me.

'Perhaps you think it's unbelievable, but this really is the fact, you know……'

After I sat down, Chen Mo drank a cup of water and then slowly began to elaborate.

'Before I met him, I had been having a dream, a very strange dream. In that dream, there was only a man I couldn't see clearly, like a black shadow, who would always appear in my dream on specific days…… but after that night 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 somewhat understand her meaning. She must have linked the man appearing in her dream with Pangzi. After thinking about it day and night, she thus unconsciously developed another kind of affection.

But as for whether that dream had any connection with Pangzi himself, I dared not jump to conclusions.

'Later, I asked a sorceress, and the sorceress said, he is my past life's……' Upon saying this, Chen Mo blushed and lowered her head.

'Eh, what are you doubting him to be? Your past life's husband?' I almost blurted out following that, and after saying it I wanted to slap myself hard…… Isn't this just looking for trouble for no reason?

'En……' The flush rising on Chen Mo's face spread from her neck to her face, her voice barely audible.

This behavior fully illustrates a young girl's shyness.

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

'What clang, adults are speaking, you little kid eavesdropping on what?' I feigned a stare at Little Fat, threatening him. At the same time, a feeling of gloom rose unbidden in my heart. Speaking of which, who led this Little Fat astray? 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; this time, he actually managed to make sense of Chen Mo and Pangzi's tangled mess.

'Clang…… clang!' Little Fat bent his fingers, lowering his head in grievance.

At that moment, Chen Mo suddenly grabbed my hand tightly, urgently asking me: 'Hai Sheng, can you help me take a look, just take a look, to see if I really have a past-life affinity with him?'

Chen Mo's words left me in a quandary, not knowing how to answer. If I said yes, that would be too far-fetched, after all I can't see their past lives. If I said no, that would also likely break Chen Mo's heart.

After thinking it over, I still decisively shook my head and countered Chen Mo: 'Don't you suspect that sorceress is just scamming you out of money? People in that line usually talk nonsense, speaking of wind when it's windy, rain when it's rainy—how can you be sure what she says is true!'

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

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

Although it's harsh, this is also to prevent her from falling too deep. Even though I once had the wish to set her up with Pangzi, from the moment I saw 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 sadly: 'Yes, he can use his life to block a sword for her. Tell me, who could replace her in his heart…… but.'

After a pause, Chen Mo looked at me with a mix of reluctance and pleading: 'Just, I really want to know the answer, I really really want to know whether we truly had a past-life affinity.'

I hardly thought about it and just blurted out a stock answer.

'No, absolutely not!' My head shook like a rattle drum—this was my first lie. Of course, I think this doesn't count as lying, after all no one knows whether they had a past-life affinity. I simply gave Chen Mo an answer from the standpoint of what's best for both of them. Even if it's a lie, it's a well-intentioned lie,

After I firmly denied it, a flicker of unwilling hesitation crossed Chen Mo's face, but also a hint of relief.

'Is it really like that? Is it truly like that?' Chen Mo murmured to herself.

At that moment, Little Fat standing beside me suddenly started jumping nonstop with a clang clang clang. I turned my head and saw Little Fat clenching his small fists, leaning forward, glaring at me angrily. It looked as if he wanted to devour me raw.

'Holy shit, what kind of look is that! Did I say something wrong? Besides, I'm your master, so what's this attitude!' I silently complained in my heart, thinking about whether to give him a good beating on the butt when I get back, to let him know the hierarchy.

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

'Holy shit, what are you doing, getting ready to kill your master?' I jumped in fright, almost a reflex.

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

Immediately after, my body felt waves of uncontrollable numbness, I collapsed onto the chair, and at the same time my head spun, my consciousness began to slip uncontrollably, wanting to pass out.

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

'Thank you, I'm leaving. I want to be quiet; tomorrow I'll resign, leave Aomen, and go wander elsewhere. I think, someday I'll understand.'

This was the last sentence Chen Mo left for me before she left; however, I now really 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 in the Yin Mountain Sect there seems to be this secret art: summoning a general spirit to possess the master, handing over bodily control to the general spirit, much like a child-medium inviting a deity. However, the general spirit is the Daoist's life master, so even if the body bears an overload, the harm suffered by the master is far less than that of ordinary child-medium practice.

Since Little Fat became my general spirit, I also tried this secret art. The results left me feeling screwed, because Little Fat is afraid even 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 possess me. Occasionally, when my luck burst forth and I asked him to possess me to impart techniques, he instead led me to a small shop and swept away a heap of snacks.

In the end, its abilities never showed up, and I almost got stuffed to death alive.

Also, after several trials, I concluded that Little Fat seems to derive no benefit from this secret art of inviting a general spirit to possess a child-medium.

But this time, something unexpected happened that no one could have foreseen. Little Fat, this general spirit, without even asking, directly possessed my body. And what is he intending 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, this confusion was just a momentary thing; even before my consciousness faded, I kept thinking about this problem.

But soon, in the dream realm, I actually had an incredibly miraculous encounter.