Xie Zhaofan had initially been listening casually, not paying much attention. However, as Chunxing continued to speak, her nonchalant expression gradually vanished.
“Later, I heard someone call my name from behind. The voice sounded very familiar, but I just couldn't remember who it was. It felt as if someone was right behind me, telling me to turn around.
“I really wanted to look back at the time, but for some reason, I suddenly remembered something my grandmother said when I was a child. She said that if you’re walking a mountain road at night and hear someone mysteriously calling your name from behind, you must never turn your head—especially if someone taps your shoulder. You absolutely cannot look back.”
As Chunxing spoke to this point, her voice dropped significantly, and the color drained from her face.
“So, I didn’t look back. I only thought about hurrying forward. Later, the calling voice suddenly stopped and turned into footsteps instead.
“The footsteps got closer and closer, as if someone was following me, pressed right against my back.”
She couldn't help but shudder at this point, as if that icy chill had returned to her body.
“I was terrified and ran as fast as I could. But the mountain path was very difficult to navigate. I slipped and fell into a ditch on the side.
“Strangely, that ditch clearly didn't look very deep, yet I felt as if I was falling forever. There was no sound around me except for the whistling wind. I don’t know how much time passed before I slammed onto the ground below, and then everything went black.”
Xie Zhaofan had already begun to feel that something was slightly off.
If it were just a normal nightmare, the dream would usually be chaotic and disjointed. One moment you're at home, and the next you're suddenly in the sky.
Characters and scenes would constantly shift. It was rare for a dream to be as coherent and complete as the one Chunxing described.
But the part that truly made her feel uncomfortable came afterward.
“When I opened my eyes again, I thought I had woken up. But the first thing I saw was a single white cloth shoe sitting on the dim ground.
“It wasn't a pair; it was just one.”
Chunxing swallowed hard, her face turning pale.
“I didn’t know what it was at the time, so I slowly raised my head and looked up from the shoe. I saw a person standing there.
“That person was very tall and was standing with his back to me, wearing white clothes. Even though the surroundings were very dim, the clothes on his body were white enough to be blinding.
“I wanted to run, but my body felt as if it were being pinned down by something. Forget running; I couldn't even move a finger.
“And then...”
Chunxing’s voice grew softer and softer, and fear even began to surface in her eyes.
“And then that person suddenly vanished.
“In the next instant, he was standing right in front of me.
“Incredibly close.
“I wanted to scream, but no matter how I opened my mouth, I couldn't make a sound. I could only watch helplessly as he slowly turned his head.”
Chunxing’s entire body shrank back into her shoulders.
“That face... it was so white it didn't look like a living person’s.
“It was exceptionally white, as pale as a corpse without a drop of blood, yet his eyes were as black as ink.
“He just kept staring at me with a very strange smile on his face. He didn't open his mouth, yet a bizarre laughter kept echoing in my mind, as if someone were laughing directly inside my head...”
Chunxing finally couldn't go on, her face filled with lingering fear.
“Then I woke up from the fright. My blanket and clothes were completely soaked with cold sweat. Even now, if I close my eyes, I can still remember that face.”
The atmosphere in the room grew quiet without anyone noticing.
The ease on Xie Zhaofan’s face slowly faded away.
This dream was far too realistic and detailed.
It was so vivid that even as a listener, she could practically feel the terror Chunxing felt when being stared down by that thing.
Especially the solitary white cloth shoe and that indescribably pale human face—it all gave her an inexplicable sense of discomfort.
“Chunxing, you dreamed of that corpse-pale face too?”
Suddenly, Xiahe, who was beside them, cried out in alarm. The silk sash she was organizing stopped moving, and her face turned pale instantly.
Chunxing whipped her head around to look at her, her eyes widening bit by bit.
“You... you saw it too?”
“I don’t know if it was the same person, but...”
Xiahe’s voice began to tremble. After holding it in for a while, tears actually began to fall.
“I also dreamed of a mountain path.
“I also heard someone behind me calling my name.
“But I didn't hold back. I looked behind me.”
At this point, she seemed to recall the scene from her dream, and her body shuddered uncontrollably.
“As soon as I turned my head, I saw that man standing behind me. That terrifying face of his... was pressed right against mine.
“He just kept smiling at me.
“I wanted to run, but I couldn't run at all. And then I woke up.”
Xiahe cried as tears flowed down her face; she was clearly terrified.
Now, even Xie Zhaofan could no longer sit still.
“Wait!”
She turned around and looked at Chunxing, then at Xiahe. Her previously relaxed expression had completely disappeared.
One person having a nightmare could be understood, and two people having nightmares could be explained as a coincidence.
But if not only the content of their dreams was highly similar, but they both dreamed of the same eerie man in white, the nature of the situation was entirely different.
“You two aren't intentionally trying to scare me, are you?”
Xie Zhaofan tried to make her tone sound light, but even she could hear the slight tremors in her voice.
“Miss, how could we ever dare?”
Chunxing was completely panicked now as she hurriedly explained, “Everything I said is true.”
“Me too...”
Xiahe cried even harder.
Xie Zhaofan fell silent, but the system prompt from the Teal Jade Hairpin last night involuntarily surfaced in her mind.
【Teal Jade Hairpin—Top-grade Magic Tool.】
Magic Tool! Cultivators!
If extraordinary powers truly existed in this world, then according to basic logic, the existence of demons and ghosts didn't seem like such an unacceptable thing.
In her previous life, when she watched horror movies, even if she was so scared that she hugged her pillow and didn't dare open her eyes, she knew in her heart that everything on the screen was fake. At most, it was just the director, actors, and special effects artists teaming up to test her courage.
But now it was different. This wasn't Blue Star.
This was a world where martial arts masters truly existed, and even cultivators might walk the earth.
So, this dream that the two maidservants had at the same time last night...
Was it just a coincidence, or had something truly sought them out in their dreams?
Xie Zhaofan's heart couldn't help but beat a few times faster. For the first time, she felt that her previous perception of this world had been a bit too optimistic.
This world was far more mysterious and dangerous than she had imagined. And just then, a even more concerning question occurred to her.
Why was it specifically the two maidservants by her side? And why was it specifically last night?
Rate on N.U.
