Chapter 1254 - 430: Cultivation Anytime, Nightmare (5k)_2

"Well, I just tried it a little, unexpectedly, it got stuck at the neck. Can you tell me, where you pierced with the silver needle earlier, what is that place? Is there any principle? Like acupuncture points?"

"Not really, I just found the connection between your two stiff muscles, stimulated them to counteract each other, breaking the original balance, that’s all."

"Uh, really?"

"Really, don’t you also have your own methods, that you can achieve this?"

"It’s really not some advanced method like gold needle acupuncture?"

"You said gold needle, mine is silver needle."

"..."

Wen Yan couldn’t retort, but he always felt it shouldn’t be that simple.

Because the tone and expression of Wei Jing, he had seen it on Fuyu Mountain.

The last time Fourth Great-uncle Master taught him something, some things he wanted to explain the cause and effect, explain the principle and core, for him to fully understand, who knows how much explanation it would take.

And in the end, he might not fully comprehend or completely understand.

Therefore, Fourth Great-uncle Master just had this expression, this tone, telling him it’s this simple, not explaining deeper, just letting him know how to use it and what to pay attention to.

After Wen Yan noticed this, he decisively gave up on understanding.

He could have his own understanding, know how to use it, know where it comes from, and that would do.

He ordered some fried chicken, continued chatting with Wei Jing, finally got some handmade sour plum soup, and snuck some centipedes, then carried the stuff back home.

Arriving home, he saw Sparrow Cat wasn’t even watching TV, just lying on the window, with a look of deep bitterness and hatred, staring at Brother Dao standing on a perch outside.

Brother Dao stood tall, occasionally preening feathers, completely ignoring Sparrow Cat.

Wen Yan carried the things back, tossed the paper-wrapped centipedes to Brother Dao.

"Good stuff just got from the pharmacy, you try it freeze-dried, satisfy your craving."

Brother Dao wasn’t feeling well, seldom spoke after being brought home by Wen Yan.

Moreover, he was unwilling to enter the house, insisting that the roof was too oppressive, no chicken would live inside, always living outside, waking up on the roof.

Brother Dao pecked the dried centipede broken, tasted, nodded repeatedly.

"This is better than live ones."

"You really won’t come inside?"

"Your cat isn’t very happy."

"You’re the cat, your whole family is cats!"

Sparrow Cat extended its paw, pushed open the window a bit, poked out its head, with a very bad tone.

Brother Dao tilted his head, looked at Sparrow Cat, momentarily speechless, he truly couldn’t tell if Sparrow Cat was a cat or a bird.

Wen Yan carried the fried chicken back to the living room, Sparrow Cat was not polite, started eating directly.

"Be friendly, Brother Dao might be a bit sharp-tongued, but he’s just a paper tiger with words."

"I’m not upset about that." Sparrow Cat muttered with a long face as he gnawed on a piece of fried chicken.

"Then why are you upset?"

"He never looks at me face to face! Always tilted his head when he looks at me."

"..." Wen Yan’s eyelid twitched, took a light breath: "Brother Dao is a big rooster."

"So what?"

"When he looks at you face to face, that’s when he truly looks down on you."

"What do you mean?"

"It means, he thinks you’re a cat, it makes sense. If you were a bird, you’d understand, bird eyes see sideways, facing you isn’t really giving you the eye."

"The owls I’ve met all looked at people face to face!"

"..." Wen Yan decisively shut up, not continuing this dead-end argument with this stubborn cat.

He went to the basement, first changing the offerings, then incense, then sat in front of Grandma’s tablet.

"Grandma, today I heard about something called the ancient dream that can’t go back.

Do you know it?

Is there anything you can tell me?"

After Wen Yan asked, he prepared to go back to rest.

Even when he fell asleep, he didn’t wake up.

In the dream, Grandma sat on the chair by the window, looking at the twinkling stars outside, gazing at the sleeping Wen Yan on the bed, gently spoke.

"Little rascal, some things shouldn’t be wished for, after you know certain things, the more you wish for something, the more it comes."

A few minutes later, Grandma stood up, went outside, sat on the chair outside, just sitting there waiting.

In the dream world, the stars in the sky gradually disappeared, becoming pitch black.

And as it spread from Wenyan Family, the street lamps in the distance also gradually dimmed, gradually went out.

The rustling sound came from afar, like pulling the curtain of darkness, gradually swallowing the light of the street lamps.

The darkness spread all the way to the yard outside Wenyan Family, then stopped, that rustling sound became exceptionally clear.

Grandma just sat in the yard, holding a thermos cup, sipping tea slowly.

Outside the rustling sound, the frequency started to gradually increase, seemingly eerie tones mingled within, as the tone became urgent, darkness outside the yard started to press in, darkness like substantial water waves, rapidly undulating.

When those waves began to intrude into the yard from mid-air, crossing the boundary of the fence.

Grandma took out a block of charred bone from her pocket, some simple pictographic symbols carved on it, just like those turtle shells unearthed, inscribed with oracle bone script.

Grandma threw the bone out, landing precisely at the door.

The bone gradually sank into the ground, gradually, beneath the fence of the courtyard, began to sprout bone spurs, a thick white bone emerged from the ground, hanging with that piece of charred bone.