After the Full-Level Boss Entered the Infinite Game By Mistake

Chapter 703

When he left Song Yuantian’s house, Bai Lixin still felt a bit dazed.

The man’s words kept echoing in his ears.

— From what I can see, it doesn’t seem to want to harm you.

— If you have any problems, feel free to come find me, though I might not be able to solve them.

— There’s one more thing. You’ve lost something very important.

— You need to hurry and find it.

— What is it? I can’t tell you, you’ll have to remember it yourself.

Great, after leaving Song Yuantian’s house, Bai Lixin felt even crazier.

He shook his head and silently repeated the principles of materialism and relativity dozens of times.

When he came to his senses, he realized he had unconsciously wandered back to the artificial lake.

The surface of the lake was still clear. As he stared at the shimmering water, Song Yuantian’s words kept replaying in his mind.

— Think carefully again, how exactly did you get out of the lake that day?

— What did you do to attract such a terrible being?

Bai Lixin’s head was buzzing.

A stubborn streak arose within him. Instead of fearing the lake, he sat by the water in a reckless manner.

The lake reflected his somewhat haggard face.

Could it be that there really were ghosts in this world?

Propping his head up, Bai Lixin muttered to himself, “Who are you? How did I fall into the lake? And how did I get out?”

The only response was the rustling of leaves and the pleasant sound of water.

After sitting by the lake for half an hour, Bai Lixin still couldn’t recall anything.

He stood up irritably and prepared to return to Zhou Guang’s house. He had just taken a few steps, when he suddenly heard a low sobbing behind him.

Someone was crying.

Bai Lixin turned around in confusion, and his gaze fell on the lake.

The crying came from the water.

If it were any other day, Bai Lixin would have run away in fear. But today, after all the shocks he had endured, he couldn’t even tell if what he was experiencing now was real or an illusion.

Bai Lixin suddenly felt a sense of open-mindedness about life and death, and slowly pricked up his ears.

“Please, save me.”

“Haven’t you noticed yet?”

“Didn’t you realize I’m missing?”

Bai Lixin boldly approached the lake.

Gradually, a strangely familiar figure appeared in the water.

“His” figure floated within the lake, the translucent body almost blending with the surrounding water.

“He” reached out a hand towards him, “Bai Lixin, please, save me.”

Bai Lixin froze for a moment, then turned and ran back towards Song Yuantian’s house.

Song Yuantian stood at the door and looked at the breathless Bai Lixin who had returned, “Did you leave something behind?”

“No!” Bai Lixin panted, “You said I lost something important, what exactly did I lose?! Just now, I saw myself in the lake, no, I mean, I saw a version of me in the water. I don’t even know if it was a hallucination…”

He babbled incoherently. For some reason he felt that this was something he had to tell Song Yuantian.

On one hand, he felt it was all an illusion, but on the other, it all seemed so surreal.

Conflicting thoughts battled in his mind, giving him a headache and making him feel as if he were on the verge of a mental breakdown.

“So, you went to the lake again,” Song Yuantian wasn’t particularly surprised by Bai Lixin’s words, instead remaining excessively calm, “I understand what you’re saying.”

“Though it seems ridiculous to you, that is indeed the important thing you lost.”

Bai Lixin’s eyes widened, “I lost… myself?”

Song Yuantian corrected, “To be precise, you lost your soul.”

Bai Lixin: “…”

Song Yuantian: “You discovered it yourself, I didn’t tell you, so it’s not considered revealing heavenly secrets.”

“Humans have three souls and seven spirits. As the metaphysical world says, the body is merely the vessel for the soul, and the soul is what truly makes up a person. If someone’s soul is missing, at best they lose their senses, at worst, it can threaten their life.”

“You belong to the latter category.”

“Out of your three souls and seven spirits, you’ve lost two souls and four spirits. Ordinarily, losing that much would’ve killed most people by now.”

“But you’re still walking and talking.” Song Yuantian paused and glanced behind Bai Lixin, “It seems like something is forcibly keeping you alive.”

“You’ve probably encountered some strange things recently, haven’t you?”

Recalling the events of the past few days, Bai Lixin turned pale and nodded repeatedly, recounting a few of the bizarre incidents to Song Yuantian.

The ghost doctor at school, the endlessly extending corridor, the knocking sounds… and that black mist that kept appearing.

After listening, Song Yuantian stroked his chin thoughtfully, “That teacher you saw, Mr. Cao Lin, might indeed be a ghost. When someone’s soul is unstable, their spirit may leave their body uncontrollably. What you saw in that half-asleep state might not have been a dream, but rather your soul leaving your body. If you’d wandered a bit further, you would have really died.”

“You said that a black mist in human form always appeared at critical moments?”

Bai Lixin nodded.

Song Yuantian: “That black mist might be protecting you, pulling your soul back into your body.”

“I don’t know what its intentions are in sticking with you, but for now, it doesn’t seem to want to harm you.”

Bai Lixin subconsciously glanced at the back of his neck.

In a view he couldn’t see, a terrifying black mist was tightly coiled around Bai Lixin’s waist, its blood-red eyes glaring at Song Yuantian.

Song Yuantian swallowed slowly, “Anyway, if you want to survive, you need to find the soul you’ve lost.”

Bai Lixin swallowed hard as well, “How do I find it? Soul summoning?”

Song Yuantian: “What day is it since you fell into the lake?”

Bai Lixin calculated, “The seventh day.”

“Then today is your last day,” Song Yuantian cast a wary glance at the terrifying black mist behind Bai Lixin, “Once the seventh day passes, your soul may be lost in the lake forever.”

Bai Lixin’s heart sank.

He had even passed his own death anniversary.

What living person has a death anniversary?

Some people are alive, but they’re already dead.

Some people are dead, but still alive.

That description seemed to fit him perfectly.

Song Yuantian: “You said you’ve heard knocking sounds that others couldn’t, right?”

Bai Lixin nodded again.

“If you hear knocking again tonight, open the door. It should be your soul knocking, wanting to return to your body.”

“As you open the door, you need to say one thing.”

“Bai Lixin, come back. Bai Lixin, come back.”

“Remember?”

*Okay, I’m doing this chapter at night, getting goosebumps. So creepy!!!

“I’ve got it,” Bai Lixin responded, “But what if I don’t hear knocking tonight?”

Song Yuantian’s expression grew serious, “You’d better not think about that.”

Bai Lixin: “…”

“If, and I’m saying if,” Song Yuantian hesitated before continuing, “If there really is no knocking tonight, sprinkle some flour by the front door. Then, call out ‘Bai Lixin, come back’. If footprints appear in the flour, it means your soul has heard your call and returned. If not…”

Bai Lixin asked anxiously, “What happens if it doesn’t?”

Song Yuantian: “Then you must cling to that black fog and let it save you.”

Bai Lixin quickly agreed, “So am I considered dead or alive now?”

Song Yuantian rubbed his chin, “Well, let’s say you’re half-dead, half-alive.”

Bai Lixin wanted to cry but had no tears.

No wonder the electrocardiogram this morning was just a flat line.

He thought he was mentally ill.

But the truth was even worse than being mentally ill—he was a living dead.

It would have been better to be mentally ill.

It was already evening when Bai Lixin returned to Zhou Guang’s house in a daze. Zhou Zirui and Xia Chi had already come back.

Bai Lixin was full of worries and had no appetite at all.

The two children were also observant and well-behaved, not causing any trouble. After eating, they obediently went upstairs to do their homework.

By nine o’clock, the Zhou household turned off the lights.

Bai Lixin sat anxiously on the sofa in the living room, staring at the door nervously.

‘Knock on the door.’

‘Knock on the door.’

‘Please, knock on the door.’

Lin Jue didn’t seem to have the habit of going to bed early, and was practicing handstands against the wall. “Teacher Bai Lixin, what’s going on tonight? Why aren’t you going back to your room to sleep, do you plan to stay up all night?”

Bai Lixin: “I’m staying up for you.”

Lin Jue flipped down from the wall and wiped the sweat off his forehead with a towel. “Heh, are you praising me for soaring like an eagle?”

“I’m so thirsty,” he said, still with the towel around his neck as he went to the kitchen. After some rustling, he came out with a plate of sliced apples. “Teacher Bai Lixin, don’t look so troubled. Come have some fruit and replenish your vitamins.”

Bai Lixin couldn’t eat a single bite.

He sat on the sofa, catching glimpses of Lin Jue taking bite after bite of the apple from the corners of his eyes.

His movements were big and relaxed, but the way he ate the apple was elegant, without any juice spilling.

Bai Lixin suddenly recalled the state of the kitchen from a few days ago. “Lin Jue, were you the one who ate those fruits that looked like they’d been gnawed by a dog a few days ago?”

Lin Jue waved the bare apple core. “Gnawed by a dog? Whose dog eats so cleanly?”

Bai Lixin pursed his lips. “It wasn’t you?”

Lin Jue: “Definitely not. I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”

Bai Lixin bit his thumb anxiously

It wasn’t Lin Jue.

It wasn’t him, and it definitely wasn’t the live-in housekeeper or the two kids.

There was no one else in the house.

So who else could it be?

Could it be that black mist following him?

As the saying goes, “deal with soldiers by using soldiers, and with water by using earth”. After a whole afternoon of confusion, Bai Lixin had no choice but to accept the fact that he might be encountering something beyond the explanation of science.

Fortunately, due to his mother, he had some understanding of these things. Accepting it wasn’t that difficult.

Song Yuantian had also said that so far, the black mist hadn’t shown any intention to harm him.

Calling him “little bride” over and over—could that black mist be the ghost husband from the ghost marriage he’d been bound to back then?

His mother’s actions back then had really saved his life many years later.

At this thought, a warm current surged through Bai Lixin’s previously anxious heart.

But what about this ghost husband? Was it purely protecting him?

Or did it have other motives?

At eleven o’clock that night, Lin Jue also went upstairs to bed.

Only Bai Lixin remained in the dimly lit hall.

The clock on the wall ticked, each second like a blade of torture slowly slicing at Bai Lixin’s heart.

He stared at the pendulum clock on the wall, never having felt this nervous in his life.

Midnight arrived.

Bai Lixin waited anxiously.

By one o’clock in the morning, he still hadn’t heard any knocking at the door.

Panicked, he walked over to the door, opened it, and sprinkled the flour he had prepared earlier along the doorstep.

Muttering “Bai Lixin, come back,” he looked into the foggy outside anxiously.

He called for a while, until his mouth was dry, but the flour on the ground remained unchanged.

It was nearly two o’clock in the morning.

Now, Bai Lixin was truly terrified.

At that moment, a dark shadow began to emerge from the thick fog in front of him.

“He” stood in the mist, waving at Bai Lixin from a distance, as if beckoning him to come over.

Finally, it had come!

Bai Lixin’s heart leaped with joy, and he was about to rush past the flour and go outside.

Just then, black mist came from behind him and swirled forward, wrapping around his waist and neck.

The black mist brushed against his brows, and a deep, hoarse voice sounded beside his ear, “Wait, little bride, take a good look at whether this is really the person you’re looking for.”

As the black mist swirled, the fog ahead gradually dispersed, revealing the true form of that shadow.

A head tangled with water plants, and a ferocious face twisted with resentment.

A skeletal figure flailed its limbs, holding a sharp dagger.

Bai Lixin gasped and immediately stepped back behind the door.

This wasn’t “himself”—this was someone he didn’t recognize.

No, he had seen this person before.

A fleeting image flashed in his mind.

He remembered.

That day, when he had been walking by the lake, his foot seemed to get caught on something, and he fell into the water.

As he struggled underwater, he vaguely saw that face.

Song Yuantian’s warning rang in his ears again.

—Someone died in this artificial lake before. They say the drowned can’t reincarnate unless there’s a substitute to take their place.

A water ghost.

That was a water ghost looking for a substitute!

Seeing that Bai Lixin wasn’t coming out, the water ghost shot him a venomous look, then sneered before turning and leaving.

Only after the water ghost left did Bai Lixin manage to close the door, drenched in cold sweat.

He grabbed the black mist behind him with desperation, like holding on to the last straw, “Save me! Only you can save me now!”

A pair of blood-red eyes emerged faintly from the black mist.

Those eyes stared at the pale young man.

The poor young man was terrified.

His thin body trembled uncontrollably.

His cheeks were pale, but his lips were bright red.

His long, beautiful eyelashes fluttered in the air, and tears welled up in his eyes.

He looked pitiful.

Like a poor little puppy that had been abandoned.

A hoarse chuckle reverberated from the black mist, as if it came from deep within its chest, “Of course.”

‘My poor, helpless little bride.’

‘Now you have no choice but to rely on me.’