Chapter 5 Ghost's Dream

I was more awake, and less when he came back. There are many times when I fall asleep alone in the night. I think of Linglan. I remember that he told me that Linglan's body was still in the priest's temple. He didn't find a solution to the blood curse, and the body was not allowed to be buried. I remembered that the master said that the ghost did not want to die, and there must be thoughts on the world.

Linglan, what do you want when you pester me?

Thank you for the small transformation techniques Grandpa Wen taught me, which worked very well at this time. I turned into a small mosquito and flew for a long time before I found Linglan's body in a small pavilion. The body changed into a long white skirt was put in an ice coffin. Except for not having a trace of blood, there is no difference between a clean face and a sleeping person. In the pavilion, there is only this ice coffin, and there is no column of incense.

I said a little curse, and there was a white light in my hand. Lighting is a compulsory course on this night. The light followed my hand and stopped on the side of her face. I looked at it carefully: Linglan, what a beautiful face. We don't know each other, but whose flag has it become?

The master said that dreams come from memory, but they can be above memory. Many dreams are right and wrong, and the memories in reality are entangled. Dream is the reorganization of time fragments. Strange and uncontactable people and things generated by different memories can appear in the same dream. In dreams, there are also many things produced out of thin air, but this thing above memory is inseparable from the subconscious. Just like a child, after listening to the story of the devil, he will dream of the image of the devil in his mind at night. However, he has never seen a demon in reality. Of course, a body without a soul has no dreams.

I untied a hairpin and held it in the palm of my hand and began to read the magic formula.

It's gloomy and windy. I feel my body getting hot and cold, and I hear strange low roars from time to time. I have lived in the ethereal Xianyu Mountain since I was three years old, absorbing the aura of heaven and earth. Although it is a mortal fetus, it is surrounded by a little fairy spirit. Ordinary ghosts can't get close. Besides, this is the priest's hall, and there are few lonely ghosts. It should be easy for me to find the soul of Linglan. Her evil blood spell in my body, she must be around me.

Sure enough, with the aggravation of the yin qi, the ghost crying in my ear became sad and fierce, shaking the eardrums, as if there was a force devouring my consciousness. A seven-hole bleeding face, bright and dark, kept spinning around me.

"Linglan, let me help you." I whispered.

"Hahaha" She just smiled sadly, and then cried again. The wind around me turned faster and tighter, as if to squeeze my whole body, and as if to drill into my body. When my strength was drained, I saw the bleeding face and suddenly pierced the soul hairpin in my hand into her forehead. The hairpin instantly turned into a white light and fixed the obsessive soul.

The soul settled down, and the wind stopped. My feet softened and I fell to the ground, but I continued to read the soul spell in my mouth. Her soul floated back to her body under the guidance of my mind.

I barely stood up holding the coffin, stretched out my trembling hands, stopped on her forehead, and read the dream secret.

Her artistic conception and its chaos. The master said that it is very dangerous to dream of entering the ghost. They have superhuman ability to smell the breath of the dreamer and directly attack the soul of the dreamer. At this moment, I can't care so much. I just want to give her a quiet dream. Her soul is so uneasy.

I chased her thoughts and ups and downs in my dream.

It turned out that she was sent to the sacrificial hall by her mother when she was three years old. Her mother took the bounty, started a business, and lived a carefree life. The sense of guilt made her mother miss her daughter day and night, but finally failed to step into the priest's palace.

At the age of 16, her mother finally saw her for the first time. The wheel of fate opens at that moment.

I chased her mother's figure and accidentally met the second chief priest - it turned out to be Linglan's own father.

"Why did you send Lan'er in?! She shouldn't have been born in the dark!" Although the two priests had tried their best to suppress their anger and grief, I could hear them clearly.

"If I don't do this, I'm afraid you can't even see two piles of white bones now!" Her mother tried her best to defend herself.

"I did a concealment, and you officials are extremely irresponsible! Do everything to share the reward. Linglan's mother then cried out.

A family reunion has become the wish of the two chief priests. But for thousands of years, no priest can change his fate. As the second chief priest, he knows best. But he made up his mind that even if he could not remove the identity of the priest, he must not watch his daughter die.

It turns out that the annual sacrifice, who is the sacrifice, is decided by the three priests and the king. He thought that if Wang could be pulled to his side, there would be much less chance for Linglan to become a sacrifice. He once saw the records of the god they worshipped in the priest's book, including the art of dream-making. It took two years to finally find me, the only heir of this god. He didn't hide the dream of Linglan. He told her the whole plan bit by bit through his confidant. Therefore, in Linglan's memory, this is a very clear process.

What they want is to hope that Wang will be compassionate when choosing sacrifices.

After I made three dreams, the tragedy still happened.

That day, when Linglan passed through the Si Nvjing, a beautiful Si Nv pattern came from her back. She has become a sacrifice this year. And she knew it was a living sacrifice. At that moment, her white face and trembling body touched my soul. I looked at her, but I couldn't say a word. I looked around, but I didn't see the three priests and the king. Later, I learned from other people's conversations in her memory that no one could get close to the priest's palace except maidservant, including the priest and the king. They only have a list of women. When deciding who is the sacrifice, as long as they pass on their will to the divine realm, the divine realm will decide for themselves. If the same consciousness points to the same name, the priestess is likely to be a sacrifice. According to this, the king had never seen the real Linglan at that time.

In the midst of sadness, the two priests thought of me again. So, I went to make a fourth dream for them.

Through Ling Lan's memory, I saw that she was immediately separated and taken to an extremely elegant and closed bathroom to bathe. She looked anxious, as if she was waiting for something. Soon, a maid came in and said something in her ear. She looked first surprised, then comfortable, and finally with a trace of sadness.

I think it should be that I fell asleep with that failed dream at this time. Because when I woke up, I became Linglan. Who on earth changed me? How did you change me?

Suddenly, a cold wind came out of my spine and rotated around my body, gathering more and more. My hands trembled, her body began to shake violently, and her soul began to feel uneasy. I suddenly pulled out one of my hands, pushed the other soul hairpin on my head, and pierced it into her forehead. The cold wind slowed down slightly when I was blowing down.

I haven't recovered yet, and a sad cry pierced my eardrums. Then, I saw the bloodiest scene.

She spread her hair and struggled desperately, and sad pleadings spread throughout the cell. A thick man's figure pressed on her, constantly tearing her clothes, and his black nails scratched her skin from time to time. It seems that the smell of her blood and tears stimulated the man's desire even more.

What a nightmare!

I used all my spiritual power and desperately wanted to break this dream. He kept asking, "Who do you want?" Who do you want?

However, in her memory, she has never seen a man at all. How can she have someone she like?

And this demon figure, no matter how hard I try, can't move at all.

The master said that as long as it is in a dream, I will control it.

But who is he? Why can't I do anything about it?

Why!! I closed my eyes in despair and let her sad crying fade away in the ** over and over again.

It turned out that she was already scarred before the flogging.

I cried and mourned for this fragile creature in the world. Am I not one of them?

Tens of cracks began to appear in the dream, and I began to hear the cracking sound of "Bah". I shouted sadly:

"Linglan, what do you want most!"

I didn't hear her voice, but the shadow on her body suddenly turned her head. At that moment, with a "pop", the whole dream was broken. A thick mouthful of blood spewed out of my mouth.

I fell to the ground and didn't come to my senses for a long time. Where did I forget my soul?

At this moment in my mind, there is only the last turn of the dark shadow - there are only two deep green holes on that face.

He is not a human at all!!

I have to go back. I owe her a sweet dream.

I know that I gave a powerful airflow to pop out the dream. I also know that I hurt my internal organs, but I have to go back.

When I went back again, I only saw fragments of dreams all over the ground, stained with bright red blood. No image, no sound.

Linglan, haven't you ever had a little reverie of love? Even if it's just a thought?

Suddenly, a thin light flashed in the debris. I picked up a fragment that had not been stained with blood along the light, with a tall back shining inside. The back is so familiar.

I think I understand. However, I can no longer find her figure and the scene just now, and the voice of the two priests came to my ears: "Man, they just want... Just think of your father as your father. As long as he is willing to save you!"

It was actually a dream given to her by her father, but it was a devil's dream!

Linglan, let me make a dream for you.

In your sixteenth year, the peach blossoms all over the mountain, you hid among the flowers and looked at him from afar--your king--sword rose with the wind, strong and powerful. He danced his sword attentively, and the slight sweat dripped down his cheeks to his chest. When you were immersed in some expectation, his eyes saw you, and a faint smile swung at the corners of his mouth. You hear your heart pounding and beating...

This should be what you want, right? Although I know that in your reality, he has never looked at you.

"Hahaha~~~~" The sad ghost laughter broke the silence of the night.

I suddenly opened my eyes and saw a white Linglan standing not far away. A strong blood surged from my chest and swallowed it back.

She actually broke away from my two soul hairpins?

"Why? Why did he seal the boundary for you? She asked sadly, but she seemed to say to herself, "Isn't his boundary only available to the priest?"

"When I knew that he had sealed you into the boundary, I really had nothing." She smiled bitterly.

"What boundary?" I was stunned.

"The selected lady will be sent directly to bathe, and then there will be a short celebration, and the court will sing and dance until the night. At 12 o'clock in the morning, the king will receive the priest and give her the boundary. The priest will sleep in the king's boundary for three months until the festival. Her voice calmed down and seemed to be immersed in it.

"That day, my father told me that as long as Wang saw me, there was still hope. We would not give up until twelve o'clock." She slowly came to me and continued, "But why did Wang set the boundary for you in advance?" Then give you to my father?"

Is it their king who changed me? Why did he change me?

"No one can break the boundary of the king. At that time, we couldn't even change you. She laughed coldly, "That's how you became Ling Lan. Ha ha ha, why did you become me? I should be the lady who is protected by the boundary!!"

The more I listened, the more confused I became. Isn't it you who want to live?"

"That's my father. I don't want to escape. I really don't want to escape. I just want him to be a little unbearable to me before I die, just remember my name. But they lied to me, twelve o'clock, twelve o'clock!! Why didn't it arrive at twelve o'clock, he...!!"

"Linglan, I" didn't say anything, but she rushed over, bit my shoulder, pulled off a piece of flesh with blood, and then, with a satisfied cold smile, the laughter suddenly stopped with a blue light. The white body image was sucked away by something and finally turned into a wisp of smoke.

Soul-eating Sword----

Then, I fell into a warm arms.

The soul-eating sword, the sword is hidden in the heart, moves with the heart, and goes at will.

Linglan, this is what you really want.

It's better to turn into a sword soul, hide it in his heart, and follow him forever than to reincarnation and drink the Meng Po soup.