The Ten Thousand Ways to Hug the Female Protagonist’s Thigh - Chapter 25.2

The world was full of spirits that delighted in toying with human hearts, efficiently replicating their deepest secrets.

And Wen Shu’s most extraordinary secret was her origin.

Struggling to maintain her composure, Wen Shu said, “I’m Wen Shu. Who are you?”

“Hmm,” the spirit frowned, deep in thought. “Giggle, you’re Wen Shu. Then who am I?”

She quickly brightened up again, floating around Wen Shu in a circle. She even leaned in close, studying Wen Shu closely.

“Giggle, Wen Shu, I know you! Giggle, Wen Shu and Wen Shu, this is the scent!”

“Scent?” Wen Shu felt strange as she watched her past self float around her like a child, spouting incomprehensible words.

The whole situation was unnervingly bizarre.

“Giggle, giggle! Scent! Scent!” The spirit, resembling Wen Shu, chirped happily. “Come, come! Let’s take Wen Shu home!”

Before Wen Shu could react, the spirit gently took hold of her clothing, and in an instant, she found herself in complete darkness.

“Where is this place…?” Wen Shu’s heart raced. She wanted to tear a talisman, but to her dismay, she couldn’t find it. Panicking internally, she maintained a calm exterior and was about to cast a light spell when the surroundings suddenly brightened.

“Gasp—”

Wen Shu inhaled sharply at the sight before her.

A magnificent palace stood before her, adorned with intricate carvings and draped in luxurious silks. The floor was paved with top-grade spirit crystals, their brilliance dazzling. Rare treasures were scattered like mere trinkets, leaving her utterly speechless.

“Giggle, Wen Shu! We’re home!” The spirit suddenly reappeared, zipping around the grand hall. “These, these, and those,” she pointed at the treasures, “belong to Wen Shu!”

“No,” Wen Shu shook her head calmly. “I don’t remember owning any of this.”

“Not yours!” The spirit darted in front of Wen Shu, her expression one of disbelief, before quickly turning despondent. She began to sob softly. “Wah, you’re not Wen Shu. You’re not Wen Shu. Who is Wen Shu?”

“I am Wen Shu,” Wen Shu replied earnestly.

“Then who am I?” The spirit stopped crying, her large eyes fixed intently on Wen Shu. “Giggle, you tell me you’re Wen Shu. Then who am I?”

“You are Wen Shu,” Wen Shu answered.

Looking beyond the surface, Wen Shu realized that this spirit had taken on the form of her past self and claimed that Wen Shu and “Wen Shu” shared the same scent. This was likely an Illusion Array!

Gently, she said, “You are Wen Shu, and I am also Wen Shu. These treasures are yours. We just happen to share the same name. Now that you know, could you send me back?”

“Ah, I am Wen Shu. Yes, I am Wen Shu!” The spirit seemed to understand but ignored Wen Shu’s request, muttering to herself instead.

After a while, she turned back to Wen Shu. “I remember now!” But she didn’t elaborate, only saying pitifully, “Where do you want to go? I’ll take you there.”

Wen Shu’s spirits lifted. She ventured, “I want to go to Wen Xuening!”

A wave of dizziness washed over her before she could examine the brush the spirit handed her.

When she regained her senses, she found herself back on solid ground. A gentle evening breeze blew, and the sky was filled with twinkling stars.

“I’m alive!”

After standing still for a long while, Wen Shu finally confirmed that the spirit had disappeared. She quietly let out a sigh of relief.

Just as she was about to examine the brush, a familiar and delighted voice called out from behind.

“Shu Shu! You’re here!”