"Wuzhiqi! Wake up, wake up!"
Zi Hu rushed over and shook his collar fiercely, to no avail; he was like a wooden puppet with its soul sucked out, completely motionless, his eyes staring wide as if they were copper bells, lost in some bizarre dream.
Zi Hu raised her hand, wanting to slap him awake, when suddenly she felt a light tug at her sleeve. Wu Peng stood behind her like a specter, whispering in her ear, "Don't disturb him, everyone has the right to dream."
Her breath was so chillingly cold that it sent shivers down one's spine. Zi Hu shuddered and quickly turned to push her away, but her touch was cold and slippery, and Wu Peng drifted away, her feet not touching the ground.
