PD -Chapter 115 The Dormitory Building in Dreams

“Not just seen before,” Shentu raised an eyebrow, “your old man Liu was once my defeated opponent. Those odd-looking dragon offspring were all thoroughly dealt with by me back then.”

“So don’t you think that after awakening your power, you can come challenge your big sister!” Shentu said as she raised her fist and waved it in front of Liu Xiaopeng’s face.

I sighed. Watching Shentu act like a coquettish woman, I couldn’t help but mutter inwardly…

If I didn’t know her true identity, I’d really think she was some innocent, beautiful mature lady. But once I remembered how many years this old monster had lived, an indescribable sense of unease crept in.

I pulled the topic back on track and asked her how exactly Liu Xiaopeng’s bloodline power could be quickly awakened.

“From what I just saw, your Tianji Lu of Insight has already pushed his ability into a semi-awakened state… but there seems to be some kind of bottleneck restricting his spiritual energy, preventing it from fully manifesting.”

“This is also why he can’t freely control his ability,” Shentu said while looking at Liu Xiaopeng.

“Did something happen in your childhood that left a shadow on you, causing your subconscious to reject summoning your blood spirit?” she asked, resting her chin on her hand.

Liu Xiaopeng scratched his head and said after a moment, “Honestly, I don’t remember much about my childhood. My parents died very early, and I was later sent to live with my uncle in the countryside. They raised me.”

I had never heard Liu Xiaopeng mention his past before. Hearing this now surprised me a little.

After a brief hesitation, I asked, “How did your parents die?”

Liu Xiaopeng frowned, his eyes filled with confusion. Then he shook his head.

“I don’t remember. I only heard from my uncle that when I was five, they died in a fire.”

“A fire? At home?” I pressed further.

He nodded. “Probably.”

My brows tightened even more. Both parents dying in a fire would clearly be a major traumatic event. A five-year-old should at least retain some memory of something so significant—how could he completely forget?

There was only one explanation: PTSD—post-traumatic stress disorder. His subconscious was blocking the memory because the trauma was too severe.

So… was it because of his parents’ death that his bloodline power became sealed?

“It looks like we’ll need to take a trip to your hometown,” Shentu smiled at Liu Xiaopeng. “The cause of your parents’ death might be the key to your bottleneck.”

“To fully awaken your bloodline power, you must recover those memories,” she said, sitting back down on the sofa.

After thinking for a moment, I said to Liu Xiaopeng, “I have an idea, but I don’t know if you’re willing to try it.”

“What idea?” he asked.

“I can use a dream-control technique to enter your subconscious and see if I can help you recover your memories. If it works, it’ll save a lot of time.”

After some thought, Liu Xiaopeng agreed to try.

“I didn’t expect you to know that Dream Control technique of that kid Lucifer!” Shentu said, slightly surprised.

I ignored her, checked the time on my phone, and told Liu Xiaopeng to come back to the office with me. Once he fell asleep, I would enter his dream with my spirit.

“Go ahead then. Your big sister will just stay here for now,” Shentu said lazily as she collapsed onto the sofa.

I gritted my teeth and glared at her, but I couldn’t drive her away—after all, I had agreed to cooperate with her.

I ignored her and returned to the office. I told Liu Xiaopeng to silently recite a calming mantra. These past days had exhausted everyone, so he quickly fell asleep on the sofa.

Once I saw his breathing become steady and his emotions calm, I pressed my finger against his forehead. My spiritual consciousness flowed along my intent and slowly entered his dream.

Inside Liu Xiaopeng’s dream, there appeared an old, dilapidated tube-style apartment building.

In front of the entrance stood the back of a child.

I walked over, and the child turned around. I realized he resembled Liu Xiaopeng somewhat.

I understood—this was the form of his subconscious within the dream.

The child stared at the dark, hollow entrance of the building, visibly frightened, as if something terrifying lurked inside.

Inside his subconscious, my emotions were also influenced. For a moment, I too felt as though something monstrous was hiding in that dark corridor.

The child seemed to notice me and looked up, silently asking for help.

I smiled gently, took his hand, and said softly, “Let’s go. I’ll go in with you.”

After hesitating for a moment, he nodded.

We stepped into the stairwell together. The lighting inside was dim, but nothing else seemed unusual. I let him lead me up to the third floor. The long corridor stretched ahead under faint light, seemingly endless.

At first, I thought he would lead me into a specific room—but instead, he just kept walking forward, holding my hand.

The hallway seemed to stretch infinitely into nothingness, and I was dragged along for a long, long time.

I began observing the surroundings. Although the corridor kept extending forward endlessly, the room numbers on both sides only went up to 322 before repeating in a loop.

I looked down at the child and continued walking. Every time we passed Room 309, he would instinctively glance at the door number, hesitate for a moment… then his eyes would immediately fill with fear as he pulled me forward again.

We continued until Room 309 appeared once more.

Suddenly, I stopped in front of it.

The child flinched, looked up at me—and in that moment, his eyes changed. The innocence was gone, replaced by a terrifying, resentful glare.

The eerie gaze startled me, but I quickly steadied myself and walked straight toward the door of Room 309.

“Don’t open it!” the child said, trembling all over. It was unclear whether his fear was of what lay inside, or whether it was a threat born of hatred… either way, it was disturbingly unnatural, reminding me of the child ghost from Ju-on.

Even as my scalp tingled with unease, I placed my hand on the doorknob of Room 309 and prepared to push open the door that had turned this child’s dream into something so horrifying.