Peninsula: I'm being supported by a top idol.

Why didn't you say yes to her just now?

As Liu Zhimin emerged from the courtyard, he spoke with a mocking tone:

"They're offering to serve you!"

Indeed, Choi Si-an ultimately rejected the shaman Do-ling's proposal.

He doesn't even know his own exact identity yet, so how can he accept offerings?

They can't even write the most basic memorial tablets clearly.

It can't be that every time someone goes into spirit writing, the incantation is—

Choi Si-an, a 2025 international student from the Department of Ecology, Department of Life Sciences, Korea University, please add me to your contact list!

Moreover, according to his understanding, shamans have always worshipped ghosts and spirits, who are given titles such as generals or fairies. These are demons and monsters, and cannot be considered respectable.

Let's wait a little longer.

Once we get the incense chart, we'll see what's going on.

"Tch." A sneer came from the cat's head: "He wasn't that capable to begin with. If it weren't for my two arrows, who knows what would have happened to him~"

"Nee nee nee~ You're the best, okay?" Cui Shi'an echoed her words, his gaze unconsciously falling on her slightly flushed cheeks, a strand of hair sticking to her cheek, making her inexplicably cute.

He instinctively reached out and ruffled the somewhat furry head as if teasing a small animal.

As a result, just as he raised his hand halfway, Liu Zhimin happened to want to take off his helmet because he found it in the way.

So, Cui Shi'an's hand hung awkwardly in mid-air, only a few centimeters away from the top of her head.

"What are you doing?" Liu Zhimin turned around curiously, looked at his dangling hand, and blinked.

"Uh...nothing..." Cui Shi'an quickly withdrew his hand and put it back in his pocket, his fingertips still seeming to linger with an itch to touch something.

He cleared his throat and abruptly changed the subject: "I just... I think I saw something from the past."

Liu Zhimin's attention was indeed drawn, and he temporarily forgot about the suspicious hand, casually tucking the sweaty strands of hair from his forehead behind his ear.

"So what did you see?" She was even more curious about her past life than Cui Shi'an.

"I saw mountains of corpses and seas of blood... there were dead people all around..."

Cui Shi'an closed his eyes, trying to capture the fragmented image that had just flashed through his mind—

The setting sun, like blood, stained the scorched earth and broken weapons;

Amidst the broken walls and ruins, the flags hung limply.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood and the stench of death.

It wasn't a clear memory, but a strong, soul-stirring feeling.

"Is it in the royal palace?" Liu Zhimin immediately thought of his dream.

"No..." Cui Shi'an shook his head, his tone carrying a heaviness he himself was unaware of, "It seems like a battlefield."

"The battlefield?" Liu Zhimin said with some disappointment, "I've never dreamed of the battlefield... Maybe that's your own personal experience as a general."

Her slightly pouting lips and furrowed brows, a sign of disappointment, appeared particularly vivid and even a bit childlike in the moonlight.

In an instant, Cui Shi'an felt that the gloom in his heart had been washed away quite a bit, and couldn't help but joke:

"What, disappointed you didn't dream of the battlefield? This ghost-hunting trip with me must have been exciting enough, right?"

He paused, his tone becoming slightly more serious, with a hint of admonition:

"So, you'd better not come with me to do such dangerous things in the future. Isn't it better to just be a good idol? If something accidentally happens in a place like this, wouldn't your fans be devastated?"

Liu Zhimin was immersed in imagining the "battlefield scene" and pondering the difference between it and his dream. Upon hearing this, he almost reflexively retorted:

"You think I wanted to come? It's because someone's too incompetent! If I hadn't arrived in time last time, you'd be dead already! With your skill level, how can I trust you to handle these things alone?"

She spoke quickly and hastily, completely subconsciously, without any embellishment or thought. As soon as the words left her mouth, even she was stunned.

On the quiet streets late at night, the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Cui Shi'an stopped and turned to look at her. The moonlight shone on her pale profile, revealing a breathtaking beauty.

Are you... worried about me?

"Who...who was worried about you!" Liu Zhimin's heart skipped a beat, and her cheeks began to heat up again. She avoided his gaze somewhat flusteredly, stubbornly explaining:

"I'm afraid that if you die, I'll be next for no reason! Didn't we have a karmic entanglement in our past lives? If you're finished, I might be unlucky too! I call this... this is self-protection!"

Looking at her slightly reddened ear tips and her feigned composure, Cui Shi'an couldn't help but smile slightly.

"Well... this brave young lady who acted so bravely in self-defense, could you please not prepare such... childish equipment next time?"

He shook the water gun, and the salt water inside made a slight splashing sound. This thing was really useless; it was useless against weaklings and also useless against strong ones. He didn't know what he had brought it for.

"Hey! Choi Si-an!" Liu Zhimin's earlier shyness was instantly replaced by a bristling rage after being teased like that.

"What's wrong with the water gun? Didn't the salt work for you? Didn't the rice ball start smoking too? If my rice ball hadn't forced it out of its circle, would you have had the chance to shout that pretentious 'Bring me my knife'? You're so ungrateful! You're completely ungrateful!"

"That's called tactical deterrence! What do you mean by 'putting on a show'?"

"It's all just pretense! Like acting!"

"It's better than spraying people with a water gun, right?"

"you!"

The two bickered all the way back to the street corner they had come from.

The banter diluted the silence of the night and the tension left by the previous fight, and a certain indescribable closeness and tacit understanding quietly grew amidst the verbal sparring.

However, just as they were about to reach the street corner and could see the sparse lights of the main road in the distance, Cui Shi'an's smile suddenly vanished, and he abruptly stopped, his arm outstretched—

They stopped the girl who was still grumbling angrily, "Next time I'll prepare a water-soaked elephant trunk for you."

"Wait!" he whispered, glancing warily ahead.

Liu Zhimin followed his gaze and his heart skipped a beat.

A thick, impenetrable white fog had suddenly appeared at the street corner ahead.

The fog arrived abruptly, completely out of place with the crisp night air. It was as thick as solid milk, completely blocking the street exits and even slowly spreading towards them.

In the fog, even the halo of the distant streetlights became blurry and distorted, exuding an indescribable eeriness.

Liu Zhimin instinctively reached for his recurve bow and touched his quiver.

Just then, from the depths of the thick fog came a slow and steady sound of footsteps.

"Tap...tap...tap..."

The footsteps grew closer, and a blurry figure gradually emerged from the mist.

Liu Zhimin immediately drew his bow and aimed an arrow at the figure in the fog!