The strongest dream therapist

Chapter 51: Legend of Cheng Huang (1)

The entire meeting seemed to have been held but it also seemed not to have been held. However, from the current perspective, it is highly likely that Wu Ping was kidnapped by more than one person.

But this doesn't quite fit with criminal psychology.

Driven by economic interests or other common interests, some people do form criminal gangs to commit kidnapping and murder.

However, most criminals have strong psychological defense mechanisms when committing crimes, fearing being betrayed or exposed by others. Acting alone can minimize this risk, as they believe they can better keep secrets and evade legal sanctions.

Unless the man believes that the other person will never betray him.

But is it possible?

After the meeting, Guo Yu sat alone in his seat, while Wang Fugui and Fu Yuan also stayed.

Fu Yuan mainly wanted to ask Wang Fugui where he had gone and what he had done during the time he left the restroom at Liao Xuan's manor.
Who was the man talking to Wang Fugui in the small warehouse?

Even now, when I think back to it, that tall man's back seems familiar, but I can't place where I've seen him before. He's not the same man I'd seen at the hotel before, the one I'd asked the artist to draw.

"What's wrong? Did you discover something?" Guo Yu raised his head and looked at the two of them.

Wang Fugui was still somewhat listless, like an eggplant hit by frost, slumped weakly on the table. Guo Yu frowned, stood up, walked over to him, and stroked his forehead, which was cold.

He took off his coat and put it on Wang Fugui. After thinking for a moment, he picked Wang Fugui up and said, "I'll take you back to rest first."

Fu Yuan looked at this scene and swallowed back the question that was on the tip of her tongue. Her eyes were full of worry as she looked at Wang Fugui silently.

Although I suspected that he might have mental problems, I still followed him.

Guo Yu looked back at Fu Yuan, said nothing, and called a taxi. The three of them sat in the back seat, with Wang Fugui lying limply on Guo Yu.

"What is he doing...?" Fu Yuan asked Guo Yu uncertainly. Judging from his expression, he was no longer surprised.

Guo Yu shook his head, put his index finger in front of his lips, made a gesture of silence, and signaled Wang Fugui to have a good rest.

After getting off the car, Guo Yu carried Wang Fugui on his back and walked into the hotel. Fu Yuan followed behind, feeling that they had a close relationship.

I got on the elevator and entered the hotel room.

Guo Yu put Wang Fugui on the bed and checked the room as usual to see if there were any surveillance or eavesdropping devices. After confirming that it was safe, he sat down on the edge of the bed.

His voice deepened as he said to Fu Yuan, "Do you know how the medium came about?"

Fu Yuan looked at him, puzzled. "I heard that the first people to walk on the earth were witches?"

I heard this from Wang Fugui who was falling asleep.

Guo Yu nodded. "That's actually true." He paused and asked, "Do you believe in science?"

Fu Yuan didn't say anything. Guo Yu sat down beside the bed and smiled. "Let me tell you a story."

A long, long time ago, there was a mythical beast named Chenghuang.

The "Classic of Mountains and Seas - Overseas Western Classic" describes it this way: "The country of the white people is to the north of the dragon fish. They have white bodies and long hair. There is a man named Huang, who looks like a fox with a horn on his back. If he rides it, he can live for 2,000 years."

From the pre-Qin period to the Qin and Han dynasties, Cheng Huang often appeared in classics such as "Guan Zi" and "Huainan Zi".

As to whether it really looks like a fox with dragon wings and a horse body, there is no way to verify it now, but the saying that riding a Huang can prolong life has been passed down among the people like a spark.

This was originally a symbol of good fortune, but once certain conditions were added, it became the root cause of their extinction.

Because they can extend lifespans, the price comes at the cost of their own lifespan. After the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, "Chuxueji" records: "Tenghuang is a divine horse. Its color is yellow, and it is also called Chenghuang, Feihuang, Guhuang, or Cuihuang. It is also called Zihuang. It resembles a fox, with two horns on its back. It originates from the land of the Baimin people. Riding one can grant a lifespan of three thousand years. The Yellow Emperor rode one."

In Guo Yu's view, this is more like a continuation of the description in "Shan Hai Jing".

However, the story does not end there, a turning point quietly appears.

Some people had a bad idea, thinking that since Cheng Huang possessed such magical powers, if they married him, their offspring would definitely be different from ordinary people.

The long time is like a ruthless hourglass, wearing away the ambitions of many people.

Just when the group was about to give up, a ten-year-old girl became pregnant.

Just like the gods of Bao State transformed into two dragons in the royal court, the saliva they left behind turned into a black lizard that entered the harem, met a seven-year-old palace maid, and then gave birth to Bao Si.

Another year later, the lucky girl gave birth to twins.

The birth of the twins was like a ray of light in the darkness, giving hope to many people participating in the experiment.

They can speak and distinguish right from wrong from birth, but their growth is extremely slow. At the age of five, they only grow to the size of a three-month-old baby.

What's even more disappointing is that they didn't inherit Cheng Huang's abilities - they're just a little bit smarter than ordinary people, and in many ways, they're not even as smart as ordinary people.

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. Since then, there has been no related experiments on Cheng Huang.

As for the twins, their mother was originally sold to those powerful people. She was freed from slavery because of her merit in giving birth to the children.

As time went on, the servants who usually gave her money interfered more and more. She spent one gold coin a year, but when it came to her money, she got less than one silver coin. In the end, it seemed as if everyone had forgotten about it.

She refused to give up her child, and because she had a child, it was inconvenient for her to marry someone else.

Fortunately, with her appearance, which was slightly taller than others but shorter than the other young ladies, she was able to enter the mansion of a kind-hearted family and become their personal maid. The two children were well-behaved and sensible at home, not crying or making a fuss, and were slowly raised.

Time flies, and in a flash, sixty years have passed. She went from a beautiful fifteen-year-old maid to a seventy-five-year-old, wrinkled, idle steward.

The two children also grew from toddlers to young teenagers.

In that era, seventy-five was considered a notoriously old age.

That day, she was inspecting the maids around her as usual, but she accidentally slipped and fell into the lake.

When she woke up again, her eyes were blurry and the scene before her was unclear. She could vaguely see two children surrounding her. She didn't know whether she was dizzy or what, but with trembling hands, she gently touched the two children's heads and asked in a weak voice:
"Am I going to die?"

The second son was stunned for a moment, then spoke first: "Birth, aging, sickness and death are the laws of all things, and no one can escape them."

The eldest son couldn't bear it, so he was silent for a moment, then looked up again, his eyes still slightly red, and choked out his words, "You will live, you won't die."

She smiled, a smile full of vicissitudes and relief. "I'm not afraid of death. I've lived for nearly a century. The more I've seen, the less afraid I am of death."

As she spoke, tears slowly streamed down her cheeks. Her gaze was hollow, as if she were looking through space into the ethereal distance. "What I fear is who will take care of you after I'm gone... You look only ten years old, the age when you're memorizing things, rebelling, and eating a lot. Even the dentists would despise you. And I'm also worried about whether you'll ever be as lucky as I am..."

After she finished speaking, her hands drooped weakly, and her breathing became almost non-existent.

　I'm starting to let loose again, 23333, I'm getting high as I write... Happy New Year's Eve!!! (Mainly because I haven't figured out how to push the main plot forward. I have the general idea, but I don't know how to start writing)

　　I’d like to recommend a book written by a group friend. It’s a female-oriented book (I feel like it’s almost finished, but I haven’t received a reply yet). The CP is not a man, but it doesn’t seem to be a BG either.

　　(End of this chapter)