Excessive ferocity due to caution

"You found out?"

"What exactly happened back then?"

Upon hearing Zhao Yi's words, Thomson immediately felt much safer.

Once they know what exactly happened back then, they should be able to solve the problem of the ghosts eating people!

Zhao Yi slowly began to speak:

"This book does describe the methods of ascension, but the methods are extremely cruel."

"For every person who ascends to heaven, someone else must descend to hell."

"When ascending to immortality, there will be unusual celestial phenomena that last for five days. This is called the celestial inspection. During these five days, a cultivator of similar high cultivation level must be sacrificed in order to successfully ascend to immortality..."

"Otherwise, if the ascension fails, immeasurable strange phenomena will arise within the ascendant, and they will be trapped here forever, unable to be reborn..."

Upon hearing this, and combining it with their previous discoveries, many images began to surface in Thomson's mind.

Zhao Yi gave Thomson a brief moment to think before speaking:

"That's probably why the Taoist priest took on a disciple..."

"The horrific traces of the previous fight now seem to be explained..."

Thomson's mind started working, and he continued:

"That's right!"

"However, the Taoist priest's disciple resisted and eventually escaped his control, thus the Taoist priest's ascension failed..."

"He has become a vengeful ghost, forever bound to this place!"

Zhao Yi praised:

"You're very smart, Thomson."

Thomson said smugly:

"I am, after all, a mystery novelist, and I'm quite skilled at deduction!"

After he finished speaking, he shivered violently as a gust of cold wind blew by.

"Mr. Zhao...now that you know all this, how can we let the Taoist priest rest in peace?"

Thomson realized his predicament, and his will to survive was incredibly strong.

He didn't want to be killed by that vengeful ghost.

Zhao Yi flipped through the book.

There is already a lot of text above.

"Thomson, the last time you came, you stayed by the fire pit the whole time, didn't you?"

Thomson nodded.

"right!"

"The rain outside was so heavy, and there were also wild animal roars. I was scared, so I stayed in this room and didn't go anywhere..."

Thinking about that time, Thomson's head started to ache again, almost as if it were splitting open.

Zhao Yi asked:

Did you see any ghostly figures?

Thomson covered his head and curled up in pain.

"I...I didn't see it."

"It's always been just me."

Zhao nodded:

"That's right."

Thomson was sweating profusely. He looked up, and his bloodshot eyes were even a little red.

"What's right?"

"Mr. Zhao... what are you saying?"

"What are you talking about?"

Zhao Yi looked at Thomson intently and waved the book in his hand.

"Thompson, do you believe me?"

Thomson stared intently at the book in Zhao Yi's hand, recalling the brief time he spent with Zhao Yi, and nodded.

"letter!"

Zhao nodded:

"Alright then."

"Thomson, I'm telling you, there's only one way to let the Taoist priest rest in peace."

"That is... to awaken its memories!"

Thomson, his eyes red and his tone somewhat strange, questioned:

"Why?!"

Zhao Yi met his gaze.

"Because none of us have a way to deal with this terrifying ghost!"

"Only it can deal with itself!"

"Last time, you survived not because of any brazier, nor because of anything you did..."

"But at that time, not long after the Taoist priest died, he still retained some of his former sanity and was able to suppress his evil thoughts!"

"That's why you didn't see him!"

"Because... he's been avoiding you!"

The crimson in Thomson's eyes slowly faded, and his headache also subsided quickly.

"No wonder..."

"No wonder I didn't see the Taoist priest..."

He let out a long breath, as if something had been put down.

"Brother Yizi, how can we restore the Taoist priest's sanity?"

Qin Bai asked in a very cooperative manner.

Zhao Yi waved the book in his hand.

"Let it see what it saw in its lifetime... especially those things it vividly remembers!"

"It spent a tremendous amount of time and effort writing this book, pouring its heart and soul into it, so naturally it won't forget it!"

After saying that, Zhao Yi looked at Thomson jokingly and said:

"Thomson, now that you're dead and a ghost, will you forget the novels you wrote?"

Thomson paused for a moment, then said:

"Of course not!"

Zhao Yi smiled and said to Qin Bai:

"Did you see that?"

Thomson, seemingly wanting to demonstrate his passion for his work, patted Qin Bai on the shoulder and said earnestly:

"I trust Mr. Zhao."

"Things to which I poured my heart and soul, I will never forget, even if I become a vengeful ghost!"

Qin Bai scratched his head.

"So, all we need to do is wait for the Taoist priest's vengeful ghost to come up, and then hand the book to it ourselves, is that all?"

Zhao Yi:

"That's right."

"But this person can only be Thomson."

Thomson was stunned.

"I?"

Why?

Zhao waved to the two of them, signaling them to enter the room.

"Because the Taoist priest knows you."

"Giving it to him will awaken his mind to the greatest extent possible."

Thomson's expression showed hesitation and deep fear.

He did not speak.

But Zhao Yi could sense that Thomson was going through a fierce internal struggle.

"Don't worry, Thomson."

At the crucial moment, Zhao Yi placed his hand on Thomson's shoulder.

"The Taoist priest didn't harm you last time, and he probably won't this time either!"

"You just need to walk over and hand him the book... and you're all set!"

"We'll be able to survive!"

Thomson took the book Zhao Yi handed him, flipped through it casually, and took a deep breath.

"good!"

"I tried my best!"

The three of them sat in the dark and cold room, holding torches. Zhao Yi would occasionally give Thomson some psychological support. With Zhao Yi's help, Thomson, who was initially very scared, slowly built up his own psychological defenses.

call--

Not long after, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew the door open!

The three of them tensed up abruptly, all staring intently at the doorway!

A terrifying black shadow appeared there, accompanied by a chilling atmosphere and a strong smell of blood!

It floated quietly in the air, its body slightly leaning forward.

In his hand... he was still holding Xu Qing's horrified head!

P.S.: The answer will be revealed tomorrow.

What exactly is a dojo? Unraveling the hidden threads of the story.

Goodnight, my darlings.