Chapter 22: The Fourth Person
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The third obstacle came faster than expected.
That night, Shen Moyan was resting in the shop when suddenly he felt that familiar pain in his head—someone else was coming in.
He crouched down, holding his head, waiting for the new voice to appear.
But this time was different.
Not forcing its way in—walking in slowly. Like someone coming from far away, step by step, until they stood before him.
Then he heard a voice:
"Finally waited for you."
Shen Moyan opened his eyes and found himself in a strange place—a vast white fog, nothing visible.
"Where is this?"
"The depths of your consciousness." The voice said. "I've been waiting here for you for three hundred years."
Shen Moyan turned and saw a person.
A woman. In white clothes, hair very long, face obscured by fog.
"Who are you?"
"You don't know me. But I know you." The woman stepped closer. "The ones inside you—they all know me."
Shen Moyan froze.
"Zhu Quan?" he called silently.
No answer.
"Wang Qizhen? Zhang Sanfeng?"
Still no answer.
"Stop calling." The woman said. "Here, they can't hear you. Only I can hear you."
Shen Moyan stared at her, palms slick with sweat.
"Who are you, really?"
The woman smiled. That smile—he felt like he'd seen it somewhere before.
"My name is Hu Sanniang," she said. "Daughter of the Fox Clan Patriarch, Liu Hanyan's grandaunt. Died in that well three hundred years ago. Eaten by my father."
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