Chapter 83: Precognitive Dream

At least for now, everyone thinks so.

The flickering orange flame cast shifting shadows onto Jiang Liuxue's face.

"I," Jiang Liuxue opened her mouth, realizing what she was about to say.

But she ultimately did not know what to do, and could only say:

"I have never encountered something like this before, I don't understand..."

But the moment her voice fell, Zhou Lan shrieked!

"You! Is it my turn next?

"The dream you spoke of didn't just have Xiao Yong in it, it had me too!!

"Is it going to be my turn!"

She rushed forward and grabbed Jiang Liuxue by the shoulders.

But Jiang Liuxue frowned, gripped her hand, and threw her to the ground in one motion.

After all, she had practiced martial arts since she was a child; her physique and combat ability were not comparable to an ordinary person's.

Zhou Lan fell to the ground in pain, groaning, unable to climb back up for a long time.

Ding Mo, standing to the side, reacted a beat too late; it wasn't until the "Threshold" deduction occurred that he was startled—

As "family," he seemed to have an obligation to help Jiang Liuxue at a time like this!

What does this mean? Why would it be like this?

This was the first time Ding Mo had ever heard of such a situation.

And as his "older cousin," how could Jiang Liuxue suddenly possess the ability to foresee the future in her dreams, something she never had before?

Thoughts emerged one after another in his mind, and Ding Mo suddenly realized:

Their "Identity" might have another explanation!

"Zhou Lan, calm down." In the end, it was Zhu Dechang who helped her up.

Zhou Lan stood up and looked coldly at Jiang Liuxue, but said nothing more.

"Jiang Liuxue, tell us about your dream again." Seeing that she had calmed down, Zhu Dechang sat by the table, added some lamp oil, and turned back,

staring at her: "Including any special things you encountered before you had the dream; we need to know every detail!"

This night was destined to be a sleepless one.

Everyone asked about the details of the dream while examining Xiao Yong's corpse, or placing the two together for comparison.

Soon, a sliver of white appeared in the east.

Inside the room, the dim morning light seeped in from outside the window, spilling onto Jiang Liuxue's weary face.

Whoosh—

Zhu Dechang blew out the oil lamp and turned to look at her.

At this moment, a pattern had formed in the room:

Jiang Liuxue sat alone on the edge of the bed, while the others, except for Ding Mo, sat at the table opposite her, staring at her.

This scene, which resembled an interrogation, seemed to make Jiang Liuxue exceptionally exhausted.

Ding Mo noticed that after half a night of questioning, her speech was already somewhat slurred; her consciousness was clearly becoming blurred.

Yet the others remained relentless.

But the result...

Zhu Dechang sighed: "Let's stop here for now."

Hearing this, the others—especially Zhou Lan—had obvious unwillingness on their faces.

She stared at Jiang Liuxue on the bed opposite, who could barely keep her back straight, and when her gaze swept across her face, it was filled with even more disgust!

Such a beautiful woman, and she couldn't even beat her in a fight; this made Zhou Lan very jealous and angry!

Fortunately, no matter how perfect this woman was, she still had to be the same as her—constantly experiencing Terror Missions, and then finally dying in despair one day!

She was the same as her!

Zhou Lan stood up and left the room with the others, preparing to return to their rooms to wash up before attending the Temple's Early Morning Lesson.

Not until their footsteps had completely vanished did Zhu Dechang turn to Jiang Liuxue, his voice low:

"Sorry, but this kind of thing really makes everyone afraid... I hope you can understand."

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Liuxue suddenly stood up; Ding Mo could see that her delicate body seemed stiff from sitting still all night.

"I'm fine." She swayed slightly, dropped those three words, and walked straight outside.

Ding Mo followed in silence.

In the corridor, Jiang Liuxue heard footsteps and suddenly turned her head—

Their eyes met, but she said nothing, only lowered her head and quickened her pace.

By this time, the others were already walking ahead, having gained some distance.

As she stepped her boots onto the stone tiles, Jiang Liuxue felt a sudden sense of déjà vu regarding the situation before her.

Yes, a long time ago—

That was when she was still in elementary school.

There was a boy in her class who, for some reason, often bullied her,

and she was very angry about it.

She sought out her family, friends, and teachers to complain. But her family was too busy to care; her friends were all afraid of that boy and unwilling to help; and the teacher couldn't be bothered because her grades were too poor.

Seeing this, the boy became even more rampant.

So, in a fit of anger, she went back during summer vacation and learned taekwondo and martial arts.

After school started, she beat that boy up fiercely in front of everyone!

She knocked him down and made him cry right then and there.

She still remembers how, at the time, that guy's tears and drool flowed all over the floor.

Consequently, people in class started calling her "Violent Girl,"

but from then on, no one dared to bully her again.

Jiang Liuxue was like that for quite a while, throwing heavy punches at anyone she was unhappy with; because girls have less strength, she used kicking techniques more often,

and later, she even stood up for others who were being bullied.

But... she soon discovered that the friends around her were becoming fewer and fewer.

Those she had beaten, those she had helped, and those who had heard her name,

were all afraid of her.

Those who had been beaten were naturally afraid of the pain, while those who had been helped "feared and respected" her because of her sharp fists and kicks.

Those who had heard her name "Violent Girl" went without saying.

Many people smiled at her, but no one dared to approach her.

Later she transferred schools, but she had even fewer friends; because of her long-term solitude and her habit of using her hands, no one liked her.

After being targeted by the "Typewriter," this became even more so.

She had always... been all alone like this.

"..." Thinking of this, Jiang Liuxue felt an unprecedented sense of exhaustion well up in her heart.

Her body suddenly lost its strength, and she fell forward.

"!!" Ding Mo, who was walking up, was startled and wrapped his arms around her—a warm, soft body collided into his embrace without warning.

He had intended to come up and ask if Jiang Liuxue could still hold on, as she looked very exhausted.

Just now, while walking along the way, he had been thinking about the connection between Jiang Liuxue's Identity and the "Precognitive Dream."

From various clues, Ding Mo could feel that there might be some important leads on Jiang Liuxue!

However, if some of the guesses in Ding Mo's mind were correct, even if only half were right, speaking them out would likely cause panic, which is why he hadn't told anyone else.

"Sister Liuxue?" Ding Mo called out.

But he saw Jiang Liuxue murmuring, spitting out a few vague syllables, as she leaned limply in his arms.

Was this appearance because she was too tired or under too much mental stress? Forget it,

there was still a distance to the main hall, so he would let her sleep for a while.

Ding Mo had no choice but to sigh, gathered her up with both hands, and carried her toward the main hall.

Bell! Bell! Bell!

In the distance, the sound of the morning chime kept coming.

Yet Jiang Liuxue still showed no signs of waking up.

At the entrance of the main hall, Ding Mo looked at her in his arms and couldn't help but frown slightly.

Carrying her was actually fine; Jiang Liuxue's body was soft and not heavy at all.

But no matter how he called her, she wouldn't wake up, which was truly strange.

This situation, how was it so similar to yesterday's Early Morning Lesson... wait!

Ding Mo's expression suddenly changed as he thought of something.

Could it be!?

And at almost the same time,

Jiang Liuxue in his arms woke up with a start!

Her face suddenly turned deathly pale, and within a few short seconds, a layer of cold sweat secreted from her forehead!

She looked as if she had had some kind of terrifying nightmare!