17 Dream Realm

"Miss Wan Wan!"

He Qingge, who had fallen into a deep sleep at night, dreamed of a figure. Her face could not be seen clearly, but she was dressed in red, making people feel that she was exceptionally enchanting.

The most fatal temptation was simply irresistible.

All of He Qingge's attention was focused on the red figure.

The Evil-Warding Talisman that was stuck on the door of the inn instantly burned into ashes.

The town seemed to be covered in a layer of fog.

"Where is this place?"

He Qingge suddenly realized that he was in a red palanquin. It looked quite festive, and the red color was very eye-catching.

He looked down and realized that he was wearing a red wedding dress. From the patterns and texture of the clothes, they were quite luxurious.

The most important thing was that there seemed to be a red gauze veil covering his head.

He Qingge wanted to stand up or move his hand to see where he was, but he found that he could not move no matter what.

He could only sit in the red palanquin in a daze. All kinds of sounds rang in his ears, such as gongs and drums.

It sounded quite festive, as if they were handling a wedding.

He Qingge was a little anxious now. He was eager to know where he was and where he was going.

What was going on? Why could he not move?

Could it be a dream?

Otherwise, why was this suddenly happening when he was sleeping in the inn?

Soon, the red palanquin stopped. Seeing a little girl at the door, he wanted to help her out of the palanquin.

Then, they entered the Zhu family's house through the small door.

There was no husband and wife greeting each other. All that entered his eyes were cold faces, and there were many envious and jealous faces too.

He Qingge knew that he was in trouble. Immortal cultivators had great control over their own bodies. Under normal circumstances, such a situation would not occur, nor would they dream.

Regardless of whether this was a dream or not, it was not a good thing for him.

It meant that things were beyond his control.

Soon, he was led to a side room. It seemed to have been decorated and looked a little festive.

Even if it was just a side room, it was still quite big. It could be seen that the Zhu family was quite generous.

He Qingge could even feel the fear, sadness, and helplessness in his body...

Coupled with the conversation he heard from the waiter today, this scene felt so similar.

It was just like when Wan Wan was taken in as a concubine by Young Master Zhu.

Then, a terrifying thought appeared in his mind.

He seemed to be possessing Wan Wan's body right now. He could feel the fear, helplessness, and other emotions in her heart.

If he still possessed Wan Wan's body during the nuptial night, it would be a living hell.

Soon, a man in a groom's outfit pushed open the door. He gently lifted Wan Wan's veil and stroked her chin with a smile on his face.

It was as if he was sizing up a product that satisfied him.

"Come, drink this cup of wine."

A wine jug appeared in the groom's hand out of thin air. Purple wine was poured out, and it seemed to be emitting a dense aura.

"What wine is this?" Wan Wan could not help but ask.

The color of this wine was too strange. She had seen many wines, but she had never seen any with such a color.

"This is good stuff. I found this immortal wine just for you Miss Wan Wan. It'll make your body feel very comfortable."

"Immortal wine? Does that mean you're an immortal?"

"You can say that the reason why I want to take you in as a concubine is because your physique will allow you to step onto the immortal path like me."

After drinking the wine, Wan Wan's entire body began to heat up, and she emitted a large amount of steam. This feeling did not make her feel very uncomfortable. Instead, she felt very happy.

"It really is something from an immortal. I feel very comfortable now." Wan Wan was a little surprised.

The resistance she had initially felt disappeared in an instant.

"Good, good, good. Let's go. I'll take you to a place and teach you how to cultivate."

The Zhu family's young master laughed loudly, clearly extremely happy.

They arrived at the Zhu family's courtyard. The courtyard was rather quiet, and red lanterns were hung all over the courtyard.

There were quite a number of people in the Zhu family. Why was it so strangely quiet at night?

There was no sound at all.

At this moment, He Qingge suddenly realized that everything in front of him had disappeared. He opened his eyes and sat up on the bed.

Without any warning, the strange dream disappeared.

He Qingge looked up at the Evil-Warding Talisman that he had stuck on. It had now turned into ashes. Clearly, everything that had happened just now was definitely not a dream.

He quickly circulated the spiritual power in his body to check himself. After discovering that he was not suffering from any injuries, he heaved a short sigh of relief.

The sky outside was still dark, which meant that not much time had passed.

He Qingge held the Evil-Warding Talisman tightly and did not dare to fall asleep again. He was prepared to leave this place at dawn.

To be able to influence him silently and pull him into a dream, this ability was definitely not something an ordinary cultivator in the Qi Refinement Realm could have.

Most importantly, the exterminated young master of the Zhu family was actually also a Xiuxianist.

It looked like he was quite strong. The wine jug that appeared out of thin air should have come from a storage bag.

Not everyone could have a storage bag. It was very expensive, and it was difficult for ordinary cultivators to buy it.

The masked man in black that He Qingge killed before did not have one. His strength had already reached the late stage of the Qi Refining Realm.

To be able to pull him into such a dream silently meant that the other person had enough strength to directly attack his mind.

After checking his entire body, He Qingge did not find any signs of being attacked.

In other words, the other party did not have any ill intentions toward him. There was still another question.

Was he the only one who had that dream, or did everyone else in the town dream of it too.

He Qingge had too many unanswered questions.

At the same time, Zhang Jianchi brought his men to Beacon City, ready to wait for their prey.

After all, the final destination of He Qingge's mission was this city.

All they needed to do was wait for He Qingge.

"Young Master, there seems to be something wrong with this city!" Zhang Er, who was following behind Zhang Jianchi, reminded him.

"Something's definitely wrong here. For the sect to issue such a mission, there should be a demon wreaking havoc in this city.

"But judging from the level of the sect mission, it should be an ordinary evil spirit, so don't make a fuss."

It could be seen that although Zhang Jianchi was arrogant and conceited, he still had foresight.

They were currently at the Zhu family's mansion. The mission stated that the Zhu family died strange deaths. They definitely had to come and take a look.

However, they did not expect that He Qingge had already left Beacon City.

It could be said that a slight mistake in time had caused them to miss the opportunity.