This tea has no taste at all.

If Su Ziyu still had his strength, he could have fought Qing Ji head-on, but now his consciousness is merely attached to An Zhen's body. An Zhen is just a regular monk, unable to handle even a small finger of theirs.

If he can't fight, he can only use his wits.

However, Su Ziyu still doesn't know how to escape this True Dream Realm. There is only a faint clue, but he still needs to try to find out.

"An Zhen."

"You've been walking all day. Let me soak your feet for you." While Su Ziyu was lost in thought, Qing Ji entered carrying a wooden basin.

Inside was hot water, with a few petals floating on top.

Qing Ji placed the basin by Su Ziyu's feet, then reached out her pale fingers to help him remove his shoes. At this moment, the remnants of An Zhen's consciousness started to act up, seemingly trying to pull his foot away from Qing Ji's hand. How could Su Ziyu let him ruin things once again, so he forcibly suppressed An Zhen's residual consciousness, fighting for control of the body.

"How is it? Is it too hot? Should I add some cool water?" While Su Ziyu was suppressing An Zhen's residual consciousness, Qing Ji had already placed his foot in the basin, gently massaging his sole without minding the grime on it.

The sole being kneaded by soft fingers felt a bit ticklish.

An Zhen's residual consciousness finally stopped resisting, and Su Ziyu was momentarily stunned. It was his first time experiencing someone so gently and carefully washing his feet. He looked down at Qing Ji, who was seriously cleaning the grime and carefully massaging his soles, and his expression softened.

If it weren't for that pathological love and possessiveness, Qing Ji could have been a perfect Fusang-style wife like a Yamato Nadeshiko.

She is indeed very beautiful.

Her small, delicate face, slender brows, and bright eyes give a sense of purity and elegance. Among the demons Su Ziyu had encountered, only the Blue Lantern Demon could match her beauty.

"Let me do it myself," Su Ziyu said slowly.

He still wasn't used to being served by others, and feared that he might hesitate if he got soft-hearted. He was well aware of the true nature of the beautiful girl before him. Qing Ji was already close to transforming into a demon. With just a slight provocation, she could blacken and transform into a human serpentine demon, burning Su Ziyu instantly into a pile of charred ashes.

"Is my service not good enough?" Qing Ji looked up, displaying a pitiful demeanor.

"Then... then you continue," Su Ziyu wanted to refuse but was afraid Qing Ji would blacken again, thus forced to enjoy her service.

After washing Su Ziyu's feet clean, Qing Ji carried the basin out, whispering before leaving, "Rest well, tomorrow I'll take you somewhere fun."

She finally left.

After Qing Ji left, Su Ziyu breathed a sigh of relief. He stood up and looked around the room, finding many Buddhist Scriptures on the bookshelf.

Qing Ji's family must be quite wealthy.

This manor, although in the countryside, was rather large, likely belonging to a level of landlord or rich powerful family. Qing Ji being an only daughter meant if one married her, living as a small landlord for the rest of their life wouldn't be difficult. Su Ziyu couldn't understand why An Zhen had changed his mind. Was it because, in his heart, Buddhist Teachings ranked above romantic love?

Indeed, the thinking of monks is different from ordinary people.

Su Ziyu boredly flipped through the Buddhist Scriptures for a while, unable to figure out what to do next with the current situation, it seemed he had to wait for the old monk to return before deciding.

But the old monk seemed to have gotten carried away chatting with Seiji.

Su Ziyu waited for quite a while but still no sign of him. The night was already deepening, and just as Su Ziyu was about to rest and leave matters for tomorrow, An Zhen's residual consciousness sent a thought, "No! Qing Ji surely wants to keep me here."

"I need to find a way to escape."

"Right now."

Then, An Zhen's residual consciousness suddenly seized control of the body, cautiously heading toward the manor's exit.

Damn!

Don't mess things up!

I haven't figured out what to do yet!

Su Ziyu tried to regain control of the body, but An Zhen's residual consciousness was resolute, his mind focused solely on fleeing, preventing Su Ziyu from reclaiming control.

The manor's gate was right in front.

An Zhen ignored everything else, wanting to climb directly over the wall.

"Where are you going?" A haunting female voice suddenly came from behind.

It's over.

It's definitely doomed.

An Zhen stiffly turned around, behind him stood Qing Ji with a cold expression. Her previous gentleness was gone, her eyes transformed into demonic vertical pupils, and faint dark red flames appeared around her. Qing Ji coldly said, "You indeed lied to me! You actually want to escape!"

"I... I'm going to Kumano to worship..." An Zhen was sweating profusely, knowing this poor excuse was unconvincing even to himself.

A wisp of dark red Flame came.

In piercing pain An Zhen was turned into charcoal, and the eerie Flame spread, quickly turning the entire manor into ashes. The serpentine Qing Ji floated amidst the Blaze, freely venting her anger, turning everything around her into a sea of fire.

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