The Happy Farmer Wanderer-Chapter 383: Mengxian Terrace Again_1

Li Qing’s day as a storage keeper had begun again.

Clasping a cup of tea, he sat at the entrance of the logistics area, gazing at the students’ unrestrained youth on the nearby playground.

That used to be his daily life, but time is a river that never flows backward.

He could never go back.

After watching for a while, Li Qing got up and walked into the dormitory at the logistics area where he used to stay.

Although he had moved to a new dormitory, during the day when he was working, he still had to stay there.

It was only for afternoon naps and, if he needed to stay overnight, that he would go to the new dormitory.

But he usually went home at night and seldom stayed at the school.

So that new dormitory didn’t really mean much at all.

"Huh!"

Having walked into the dormitory, Li Qing let out a soft exclamation, then backed out and looked up at the door frame.

Somehow, four or five crooked talismans had been affixed to the top of the door frame.

"What’s this about?" Li Qing grumbled to himself in annoyance.

"Can’t a person just work in peace?"

He had thought that the incident from before was over.

But the sudden appearance of these on the door made him feel uneasy again.

Could there be something that hadn’t been completely dealt with?

Li Qing then checked the warehouse behind again.

His unease slowly intensified.

All the doors to the storage units, like his dormitory, had many yellow Talismans stuck on them.

Red lines had also been drawn on the floor above, looking like a net.

Li Qing sat on the bed in the dormitory, looked up at the ceiling, and took a sip of tea with a slurp.

"Dammit, it feels like I’m being trapped in a net!"

The dense web of red lines on the floor above was almost directly overhead.

Li Qing now deeply regretted not keeping the contact information of that Taoist priest; he could have asked him directly.

He would certainly know what those talismans and the red net-like lines were all about.

Feeling more and more restless, Li Qing still called Principal Qi.

Once the call connected, he asked straight away, "Principal Qi, do you know anything about these Talismans at logistics?"

"Are you talking about the ones on the door?" Principal Qi’s voice sounded a bit lazy, as if he were taking a nap.

"You don’t have to worry. they were put up by my folks, just as a precaution, to keep things calm."

"According to my family, there’s nothing in there anymore. You can rest easy," he continued.

Li Qing nodded, "I see, then I won’t disturb Principal Qi’s nap."

Principal Qi’s explanation finally settled Li Qing’s jittery heart.

If it was a preventative measure, then there was nothing to be afraid of.

But if something really was amiss, Li Qing wouldn’t be able to stay here for another second.

Just after putting down the phone, he yawned at length.

Leaning back in his chair, Li Qing rubbed his neck, "Why am I so suddenly sleepy..."

He tried to shake himself awake, but the drowsiness swiftly swept over him again.

"Did I eat something wrong today?" Li Qing shook his head, taking a couple of sips of tea.

But his drowsiness was so intense that his vision began to blur.

The sensation was similar to that time when Xu Keqing had secretly drugged him.

Li Qing struggled to stay conscious, but his eyelids were so heavy that they drooped down.

"Huh..."

Almost the instant his eyes closed, a slight snoring sound began to emerge.

A melodious sound of silk and bamboo music filled his ears.

Then, an island floating in the clouds appeared vividly in front of Li Qing.

It was exactly the same as the last time; it didn’t feel like a dream at all but rather something real.

In a daze, Li Qing was actually aware that he was dreaming.

Yet what he saw before him was so realistic that it made him doubt it was just a dream.

Cranes danced upon the clouds and palaces and temples became increasingly clear.

Li Qing could even see the intricate patterns on the corridor columns.

The strains of immortal music he heard last time rang in his ears again.

And just as Li Qing fell into a deep, unconscious sleep, a black arrow suddenly emerged from the wall of his dormitory.

Whoosh!

The Black Arrow made a sound of tearing through the air as it shot towards Li Qing’s tilted head like lightning.

Clang!

The Black Arrow hit Li Qing’s head but didn’t pierce through; instead, it was bounced back.

Completing a graceful arc, the Black Arrow came to a steady stop in mid-air.

It seemed slightly bewildered, probing left then curving right.

Afterward, it circled around Li Qing.

Perhaps it couldn’t understand why this person’s head could not be pierced.

After a study, it straightened its posture once more and darted straight for Li Qing’s face.

Clang!

The Black Arrow was rebounded yet again.

But Li Qing wasn’t completely unscathed; at the center of his forehead, one could clearly see a small indent.

This unpierceable head of Li Qing seemed to have enraged the Black Arrow.

After it adjusted its position in the air, it turned into a black shadow and continually stabbed at Li Qing’s forehead.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

Clang, clang, clang...

Through the relentless efforts of the Black Arrow, the pit on Li Qing’s forehead gradually widened a bit.

A trickle of fresh blood slowly seeped out.

Seeing this, the Black Arrow abruptly stopped, as if scrutinizing Li Qing.

In the distance, one could faintly hear a laugh that seemed as ethereal as if it was from nothingness.

Suddenly, a wisp of black smoke emerged from the Black Arrow, drifting into Li Qing’s forehead.

Trapped in a dream world, Li Qing intensively studied the floating city above the clouds.

Even though it seemed right in front of his eyes, he just couldn’t get there.

No matter how he tried to approach, the city always seemed just as far away.

Suddenly, a wisp of black smoke appeared not far from him, slowly condensing into a figure.

"Damn you, immo..."

The figure had just formed when it suddenly let out a piercing scream, then slowly dissipated.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared without a trace!

Li Qing was somewhat dumbfounded.

Who was this guy?

From what the old Taoist said last time, the place he dreamt of seemed to be called Mengxian Terrace.

It was supposed to be a rather mystical place.

But why would there be someone else appearing?

And it seemed like he had just cursed someone!

As Li Qing was filled with countless questions, the city above the clouds suddenly shook, and a darkness swiftly engulfed his vision.

By the time he awoke again, he was still in the same position as before, sitting in front of the window.

Only his head hurt terribly, and the center of his forehead felt like it was being pricked with a needle.

"What’s wrong here?" 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Li Qing touched his head, looking utterly bewildered.

"And bleeding?!"

Li Qing saw the small amount of blood on his fingertips and was somewhat at a loss.

What exactly happened while he was asleep?

Did he knock his head on the desk?

No, that’s not right.

How could he still be in the same position if he knocked his head?

As Li Qing was helplessly confused, a memory that didn’t belong to him suddenly appeared in his mind.