Chapter 30
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Thump! Thump!
Zhou Wen felt his heart beat like a drum. Furthermore, it was beating faster and faster, making him feel as though his heart was about to pop out of his chest.
Could it be that I've lost too much blood recently, causing my heart to malfunction? Zhou Wen had never had such an experience. He wanted to open his eyes and sit up to make his body feel better.
However, Zhou Wen failed to open his eyes, nor could he sit up. He couldn't even move his fingers. It felt like he was trying to get up to pee in his sleep, but he couldn't get up.
What's going on? An ominous feeling arose in Zhou Wen's heart. He was certain that he wasn't dreaming. His mind was extremely clear.
What made Zhou Wen feel even worse was that something seemed to be pressing down on his body. It was getting heavier and heavier, making his chest feel stuffy. He was almost out of breath.
Even so, Zhou Wen still couldn't open his eyes or move. It was as though he couldn't wake up from his dream.
Could it be that I've encountered the Ghost Pressure that Grandpa told me when I was young? Zhou Wen thought to himself.
As Zhou Wen's father was very busy with work and he didn't have a mother, Zhou Wen's grandfather had taken care of him when he was young. In the past, his grandfather would tell him stories to coax him to sleep every night.
As for his grandfather's stories, they were mostly ghost stories. Perhaps one of them was the story of the mysterious phone. However, Zhou Wen was too young back then, so he didn't remember most of the stories. There were only a few especially terrifying ghost stories that left a deep impression on Zhou Wen. He couldn't forget them even now. One of them was the Ghost Pressure.
Zhou Wen felt that his present state was very similar to the Ghost Pressure that his grandfather had mentioned. His mind was very clear, but he couldn't wake up or move his body.
His body felt like it was being pressed down by something heavy as his heart raced. It made Zhou Wen feel extremely uncomfortable. He wanted to vomit, but he couldn't vomit.
This feeling lasted from midnight to six in the morning before Zhou Wen suddenly regained control of his body. He immediately sat up in bed, ran to the bathroom, and vomited into the toilet.
Zhou Wen felt like he was about to vomit his bile. He still felt a little uncomfortable.
What's going on? It shouldn't be as simple as having a stomach ache, right? Zhou Wen suddenly recalled his encounter with Jing Daoxian last night and couldn't help but be alarmed. Could it be related to Jing Daoxian?
Zhou Wen washed his face and turned to the living room. He took out the stack of purple metal cards he had hidden in the drawer.
The metal card didn't change at all. The words "Lost Immortal Sutra" were clearly engraved on the metal card.
Jing Daoxian is temperamental. I previously rejected him. He definitely doesn't have any good intentions in giving me the Lost Immortal Sutra. Perhaps the problem lies on the metal card. Could it be poison? Zhou Wen suspected that Jing Daoxian had drugged the purple metal card with hallucinogenic drugs that could seep through the skin and affect the human body.
The school had taught such general knowledge, and Zhou Wenxue was pretty good at it. He used pliers to place the purple metal card in a glass container and did some simple tests, but he didn't discover any toxic reactions.
"There's no poison on it? Or could it be that the composition of the poison is rather special and can't be detected by ordinary methods? Zhou Wen frowned slightly.
After a while, Zhou Wen felt that his body had returned to normal. His heartbeat slowed down and he no longer felt like vomiting.
Zhou Wen suspected that it was really just a stomach ache. After taking some diarrhea medicine that he had prepared at home, his body seemed to return to normal. There were no other abnormalities.
As he paid attention to his body, he gamed and grinded. Now, Zhou Wen had the ability to kill the Skeleton General alone in-game. However, it took him a little longer. It took him nearly an hour to kill the Skeleton General once.
The second time he killed the Skeleton General alone in-game, nothing dropped. It left Zhou Wen somewhat disappointed.
Zhou Wen didn't wish to waste his blood to reopen the Ancient Imperial City dungeon. All he could do was control the blood-colored avatar to continue exploring the depths of the ancient city.
The ancient buildings were connected like a gigantic demonic palace. Zhou Wen had the intention of entering the ancient buildings to take a look, but he was afraid that he would waste his blood if he died.
The deeper they went into the Ancient Imperial City, the more Skeleton Soldiers they encountered. Towards the end, the Skeleton Soldiers on the streets surged forward like a tidal wave. There was no end to them no matter how many they killed. However, the Skeleton General never appeared again.
After battling into the night, the streets were still filled with an endless sea of skeletons. Zhou Wen had no choice but to control the blood-colored avatar to storm out and quit the game.
He hadn't had a good rest last night, so he was a little exhausted. He wanted to rest early and rejuvenate himself to continue fighting tomorrow.
Lying in bed, it didn't take long for Zhou Wen to fall asleep. However, not long after he fell asleep, Zhou Wen woke up again. The experience of being pinned down by the ghost from last night had befallen him once again.
His heart pounded as though something heavy was pressing down on him. It made Zhou Wen feel extremely uncomfortable.
Damn it … This definitely isn't as simple as having a stomach ache … It must be Jing Daoxian's doing … Zhou Wen had the urge to curse.
He didn't have any grudge with Jing Daoxian. It was only because he had rejected the Skyfiend Insight that Jing Daoxian had given him that Jing Daoxian had made him suffer. It was truly infuriating.
After a bitter night, the feeling of being pinned down vanished at daybreak. It was about the same time as yesterday. Only then did Zhou Wen regain control of his body.
Zhou Wen got up again and rushed to the bathroom. This time, he vomited more than yesterday. He felt like he was about to vomit his stomach out.
Just like yesterday, the discomfort quickly vanished. If it wasn't for the excruciating pain and the fact that the vomit hadn't been flushed down his throat, Zhou Wen would have suspected that the discomfort from before was just an illusion.
Zhou Wen was now certain that there was definitely something wrong with his body. Furthermore, there was a high chance that Jing Daoxian had done something to him.
It was clearly unrealistic to seek out Jing Daoxian now.
The entire Earth Federation had placed a bounty on Jing Daoxian's head for decades, but they had failed to capture him. It was too difficult to find a high school student like Zhou Wen.
Even if he was lucky and managed to find him, Zhou Wen didn't believe that he had the strength to seek justice from Jing Daoxian.
After pondering for a moment, Zhou Wen took out the purple metal card with the Lost Immortal Sutra engraved on it again. This time, Zhou Wen didn't hesitate as he flipped it open to read its contents.
Jing Daoxian had once told Zhou Wen that there was an interesting Primordial Energy Art recorded inside and that he should practice it when he returned. Zhou Wen guessed that the solution to his body's problems was in the Lost Immortal Sutra.
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