Wang Xiaoer was originally staying in his own small cabin in the backyard, but when he heard the constant sounds of intense and calm dialogues coming from the lobby, Wang Xiaoer felt puzzled in his heart, so he walked out of the room door.
As soon as he came out of the door, Wang Xiaoer immediately saw his master Zhang San who was gesturing for him to keep quiet.
It wasn't master who was talking in the lobby?
With such doubts, Wang Xiaoer quietly walked to Zhang San's side and saw the scene in the lobby as well.
After Lu Gaosheng closed the front door, only one window was left to let in light.
Then, he started a dialogue. A dialogue with himself.
This bizarre scene to the extreme stunned even Wang Xiaoer.
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Lu Gaosheng angrily shouted: “Why aren't you dead yet? Die, you waste! Didn't I strangle you to death with my own hands?”
Lu Qingming remained very calm, and said lightly: “But I'm still alive, Lu Gaosheng. Do you know why I'm still alive?”
Lu Gaosheng angrily said: “You waste, if you have something to say, say it quickly!”
Lu Qingming replied: “Do you remember when was the first time you heard my voice? Wasn't it the night you first met Ming Qing outside this calligraphy and painting store?”
Lu Gaosheng clutched his head, feeling extremely painful, and angrily said in succession: “What exactly are you trying to say!”
Lu Qingming's words gradually became mocking: “With your intelligence, haven't you figured it out yet? Or are you unwilling to admit it? I would appear, of course it’s because you are afraid, you are afraid that Bai Fang will be snatched away by others. But you know very clearly, extremely clearly, that for a villain like you with bloodstained hands and a filthy heart, even if you become a second Song YanShi one day, she still won't choose you.”
Lu Gaosheng gradually knelt down on the ground from the chair, not knowing whether it was because of Lu Qingming's words or simply because he had a headache and could not refute.
Lu Qingming's voice became more and more ghostly: “Can’t refute anymore? Weren’t you always eloquent, Lu Gaosheng? Admit it. I came back completely because you feel deep down that only by relying on me can you keep her, and even that I ‘lived’ today is also the decision made by your innermost being to let me live, to let me keep her. So die, Lu Gaosheng!”
Lu Gaosheng fell to the ground but was still struggling.
He struggled and growled.
Lu Gaosheng tried to stand up while angrily saying: “I, Lu Gaosheng, need you waste to keep her? Lu Qingming, have you gone mad!”
Lu Qingming asked rhetorically: “Then have you ever thought about it? Bai Fang has never shown affection for Ming Qing all these years, she hasn’t even talked to him for a few sentences, so why does she suddenly want to marry Ming Qing?”
Without thinking, Lu Gaosheng cursed angrily: “It’s simple! She just wants to provoke me. She wants to break ties with me! She wants to take back her father's heirloom from me!”
Raising his hand and looking at the white jade cloud pattern thumb ring, Lu Gaosheng became more and more frenzied:
“But I, Lu Gaosheng, will definitely snatch her back! There is an opportunity right now. Song YanShi, yes, Song YanShi! As long as I overthrow him! As long as I overthrow him with my own hands! They will come back! Bai Fang and Xiao Yu will come back! That’s right, that’s right!! It must be so!”
Standing up and pushing Lu Qingming away.
Perhaps because he had figured it out, his headache and chest tightness gradually diminished.
He smiled, and the arrogance, confidence and feeling that everything was under his control, which was as usual on his handsome face.
He raised his hand with slightly furrowed brows, because he felt something was wrong with his palm.
It turned out that the white jade cloud pattern thumb ring that should have been worn on his right hand was now suddenly worn on his left hand, which made Lu Gaosheng very uncomfortable. So he adjusted the position of the thumb ring.
Much better now. His smug smile grew wider.
Lu Gaosheng was back.
He pushed open the door of the calligraphy and painting shop and walked out slowly.
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However, everything that had just happened appeared extremely bizarre in the eyes of the master and apprentice of the calligraphy and painting shop.
Although it was the same voice, the tones were completely different.
Although it was the same person, the states were completely different.
And when Lu Gaosheng talked to himself, there were obviously bizarre actions.
Originally when the Lu Gaosheng who was talking put on the white jade cloud pattern thumb ring on his right hand before starting to speak.
But when the ‘Lu Qingming’ in the conversation began to speak, he would put on the white jade cloud pattern thumb ring on his left hand and then start answering.
"Mas...Master! Pos...Possession!" Wang Xiaoer stammered.
Combined with the history of deaths at this wine shop, Wang Xiaoer even began to believe that the magistrate might have been ‘possessed’ when he walked in today.
Zhang San seemed much calmer than Wang Xiaoer, and immediately gave the shivering and fearful Wang Xiaoer a punch. But Zhang San’s lowered right hand was also shaking a bit.
Zhang San scolded: “Pos...possession! We study medicine! We must believe in medicine!”
Zhang San's voice gradually became firm. As a doctor who had read countless medical books and was highly skilled in medicine, although he believed there were immortals in this world, but ghosts...
He had seen immortals before and he had also seen ghosts before.
After all, they were two different kinds of legendary existences. Just because immortals truly existed didn’t necessarily mean ghosts existed too. At most, one could say that because immortals did exist, ghosts might also exist.
Also, because of his own “ichthyophobia”, Zhang San had collected quite a few medical books on this "unorthodox" subject.
One of the books actually had similar records.
Zhang San murmured: “Dissociative identity disorder... Could it really exist?”
Wang Xiaoer was still rubbing his head, but when he heard his master’s murmur, he asked: “Master, what is dissociative identity disorder?”
Zhang San frowned and explained in the simplest terms: “It means a person has two completely different wills and minds in their body, as if there are two souls in the body, one at a time, then the other, just like Lu Gaosheng earlier.”
Wang Xiaoer was shocked. As someone who had read medical books for over a year, he had not yet read about such an extremely unorthodox illness.
In fact, Wang Xiaoer was somewhat skeptical. According to his master’s description, how was this an illness? It was clearly possession!
So Wang Xiaoer asked, “But Master, common illnesses like cold, cough, headache all have identifiable causes. For this dissociative identity disorder you mentioned...does it have a cause? If it has a cause, then it can be called an illness. If there is no cause, isn’t it just possession?”
Zhang San said, “You’re right, only those with causes can be called illnesses.”
Just like Zhang San’s ichthyophobia, the occurrences of dissociative identity disorder were indeed recorded with some causes and some unverifiable case histories in that unorthodox ancient book Zhang San had read.
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
