With the experience of merging with the middle-aged woman in a moment of anger, I suddenly had an epiphany!
My perspective opened up!
I realized I didn’t need to stubbornly stick with “A’Gou” in this camp!
Previously, I had been able to enter “A’Gou’s” body because her survival instinct in a crisis moment aligned with my urgent desire to save someone.
Later, I was able to merge with the woman’s soul because throughout her tumultuous journey, her fear actually concealed anger toward the world, and my unexpressed rage perfectly matched her emotions!
Thinking carefully, apart from that simple dog, my coincidental soul merging with these two people occurred because I experienced strong emotional fluctuations that matched their intense desires.
In anger and fear, regardless of who we are in this vast world, we all share the same moment!
If I wanted to find such emotions, I needn’t fixate on “A’Gou” and this woman. I could follow Xie Zhuo, seize opportunities, and find people around him!
This way, I could stay by Xie Zhuo’s side at all times!
The next day, after “A’Gou” woke up and my attempts to merge with her failed again, I decisively abandoned her.
I began to freely enter Que Mountain in my soul form, wanting to find Xie Zhuo first.
Within Que Mountain, many people had already come seeking refuge.
The marketplace was chaotic, and even the forests had become crowded.
Fortunately, finding Xie Zhuo wasn’t difficult. The news that Principal God Ji had brought back a mysterious person to Que Mountain and granted him access privileges to go anywhere in Que Mountain had already spread among the people by the time I entered.
The Que Mountain soldiers were even more concerned than I was about where Xie Zhuo had gone today.
Following their words, I made my way through the crowds of Que Mountain to search for Xie Zhuo.
I arrived at the marketplace.
The marketplace was already crowded, and in these times, it was even more chaotic and confusing. Yet, in the bustling crowd, I spotted Xie Zhuo at a glance.
This seemed like my superpower, or perhaps, it was his superpower.
He emitted a kind of light; wherever my eyes could reach, if he was there, I could spot him immediately.
I happily floated to Xie Zhuo’s side. Even if he couldn’t see me, I was so delighted that I circled him several times, examining him up and down.
“Xie Zhuo, did you not rest well last night?” I asked him, even though he couldn’t hear me. “Why do you look a bit haggard? Didn’t Principal God Ji arrange a place for you to rest? Or did you not rest properly? This won’t do. The struggle against the Evil God can’t be finished in just a day or two.”
Xie Zhuo naturally couldn’t answer me. With a solemn expression, he walked through the crowd, his posture somewhat guarded.
This demeanor of his, I had seen too many times in Kunlun.
Back then, I didn’t understand and often complained that when we went out together, he always had a sullen face, looking very unhappy.
Now I understood and wanted to apologize to him, but couldn’t find the opportunity or reason.
Xie Zhuo walked very slowly through the marketplace, examining the faces of almost everyone who passed by him.
Reaching the end of the marketplace where there were fewer people, he had no harvest and leaned against a street corner, arms folded, observing the people streaming into the marketplace.
I accompanied him like this, from morning until afternoon, as the sun began to set.
People in the marketplace, whether residents of Que Mountain or newcomers, all wanted to leave and find a place to rest.
As people gradually dispersed, Xie Zhuo, who had been standing guard all day, sighed slightly. He straightened up, apparently preparing to leave.
Just then, a woman with two little boys passed by.
They seemed to be refugees, and the woman looked somewhat haggard. She bought a flatbread at the street corner with Northern Wilderness silver money.
She tore the bread in half, giving the pieces to her two boys—more for the older brother, less for the younger one. She immediately said to the younger brother: “Your brother is bigger and needs to eat more, otherwise he’ll get hungry more easily. You’re smaller, so can you eat a little less for now?”
The younger brother nodded understandingly and took a bite of the bread. But the older brother beside him didn’t eat. He tore off a piece of his bread and handed it to the woman: “Mother, Dunzi and I can eat the same amount. I’m not hungry, you eat too.”
The woman blinked, seemingly with tears in her eyes: “Mother… Mother has practiced immortal techniques and can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Mother isn’t hungry.”
The woman still gave the bread back to the child and led the two children toward the front of the marketplace.
A family of three, though struggling, cared for each other.
Xie Zhuo kept watching them, his gaze never shifting until they walked out of sight. Only then did he slightly lower his head.
I looked at Xie Zhuo with some heartache, then saw him raise his hand to touch the stone on his neck.
I guessed he might be thinking of some memories.
I looked around and temporarily left Xie Zhuo’s side.
I ran through the marketplace, darting here and there. Finally, I found several children fighting!
Or rather, a group of children bullying a girl. She seemed to be a refugee separated from her mother and was being bullied by a group of little troublemakers who already lived in Que Mountain.
The little girl was crying so hard she could barely make a sound.
Without much thought, I plunged straight into the little girl’s body!
Her pain, helplessness, and anger immediately engulfed me, wrapping around my soul. My limbs connected again with her body.
What happened next was simple.
After beating up those little brats, I grabbed the leader by the collar: “You hit someone, now pay up!”
The boy, with a bruised face, fumbled out the silver money from his pocket and gave it to me, not daring to cry even once.