After Lanzerim was gone, Miss Mist sat down and surveyed her office.

Although I know that many words are futile, I just can't bear to hide them in my heart.

What does the child know? The children who have worked hard to pass the assessment are actually the simplest, and people can't divide a heart into two parts.

She sighed, her cheeks resting on the hourglass that had stopped leaking.

But tragedy keeps happening.

When tragedy happened to her, she was as young and optimistic as Lanzerim, and felt that life had begun to be uneventful.

Unexpectedly, her future is actually a suspension bridge on a towering mountain, straight but wrong is an abyss.

Many years have passed since that incident, and the new dust has covered the old one, and year after year, people have changed and the world has never changed.

……

Maybe Cang Na only had a spiritual embodiment last time, which mistakenly gave the students a bad impression, but now Cang Na really appeared.

With her whining about her students' homework, everyone in the class was as weak as stealing raspberry jam from her mother's pot.

Looking at the "mother's" sideways eyebrows and cold eyes, everyone sweated for themselves in their hearts.

"My dear, was my explanation in the last class not clear enough, fear is not the same as fear. Why did your homework go sour? ”

Cangna looked at the children under the pulpit who were silently staring at her, as if they were watching her, but in fact, everyone's eyes were looking down at the bottom of the pulpit.

"One student makes a mistake and it's the student's fault, but the whole class makes a mistake but it's the teacher's fault, please tell me what went wrong."

Teresa noticed a black mass on Cangna's tongue, and in order to see her tongue clearly, she should be the only student in the class who was staring at the teacher with a blazing gaze.

Theresa couldn't even say what she was afraid of, she was probably afraid of death.

Cangna glanced at Teresa, who was the typical submitter who couldn't tell the difference between fear and fear, and it should be said that the whole class was typical of confused concepts.

"What happened to Jonanstine, the only spirit mage in the class?"

Jonanstin watched as Cangna looked at Teresa, who had a blank salience, and then called him by name.

He was bitter in his heart, and he was still glad that Cangna hadn't noticed that Roman and Honansteen had missed the class where they were submitting their homework.

As he was shouting hooray, Cangna asked him why his concept was confused.

As a spirit mage, Honansteen seriously stated that he would not reverse these concepts, but he was at a loss for words.

How should he explain it, in fact, he skipped class that day.

“…… Well, this. ”

Jonanstin quickly stood up, well, to be honest, the subject of fear is a big problem.

Jonanstin subconsciously glanced at Hya Lulu.

He doesn't confuse concepts.

Hya Lulu's dream, although not really terrifying, also casts a shadow over Jonansteen.

"Let me recall your homework."

Cangna looked at Honanstine's away gaze, she wasn't looking at Honanstin as she was going through his mental homework.

"I ......"

Jonanstin just wanted to explain the indisputable fact that he hadn't been there that day, where he got his homework.

But when he looked at Cangna's golden pupils, there was a feeling that the pores suddenly opened.

Then he felt a conscious mind burrowing into his mind, and Cangna was more responsive than he was.

The memories stored in his mind began to be browsed at a high speed, and when the memories were browsed, it was like opening the pages of a thick book and quickly flipping through them in his mind.

Honanstin felt Cangna's mind leaping and weaving rapidly, though some fragments became momentary silhouettes as she accelerated her browsing.

Cangna's speed of browsing was even faster than Honansteen's ability to review his memories, and by the time Honanstin took a deep breath, Cangna had already finished recalling.

"It's not a bad child, you remember your old job."

Cangna looked at Honanstin thoughtfully, obviously Honanstin's homework was barely passed.

“…… Is that so? ”

Jonanstine smiled awkwardly, he had no way of knowing what Cangna had browsed, and he knew that Cangna had received her homework.

"Is that your nightmare, this isn't a physical background."

Cangna walked back to the pulpit leisurely, and Honanstin herself didn't know that what Cangna saw was actually the spiritual world of Thana Lulu.

"It's a nightmare......"

Jonanstin nodded reluctantly, since the matter has been fooled, then reveal it.

What did Cangna see?

"Honey, can you look away, a little eager."

Cangna looked at Jonanstin and pointed at Theresa, who reluctantly lowered her gaze.

She could see clearly that Cangna had a tattoo on her tongue, and she didn't know what the tattoo was, but she knew that there was a tattoo.

"Well, fear is abstract to you, I'll apologize first."

Cangna held her hands on the pulpit and looked down, and Theresa wanted to change her position to Tya Lulu, because there she could clearly see Cangna's mouth open.

"It's too ugly."

Roman looked at Teresa's eyes with elongated eyes, and Teresa was very focused when she saw something she was curious about.

It's too obvious to peek in.

Teresa ignored herself, and Roman just cut to himself.

"The president of the horror bird is called Cangna, the sleeping bird..."

Theresa didn't know her, Roman did, so many teachers only had short man's ears so sensitive, and the rest of the teachers couldn't hear the muttering between them at all.

"I'm looking at her tattoos..."

Cangna's eyes swept in all directions, and Teresa noticed that Cangna's gaze was gone, and she whispered.

Everyone knew that Teresa was looking at Cangna's tongue.

"I call them shadow puppetry. Fear and people follow each other like shadows, shadows and paintings follow the fire and the wind, far or near, and if the skin is there, there will be skin paintings. ”

Teresa could only faintly see her tongue flicking, Cangna said.

Fear goes hand in hand with people, fear follows anger and time, far or near, and people have fear.

Fear is the essence of human beings.

"Do you want to sleep?"

Cangna motioned for them to close their eyes and asked them.

"What ...... is she doing?"

Teresa asked Roman with a half-squint.

"I don't know ......"

Roman closed his eyes, he hated literary appreciation the most in his life, but Cangna's conversation was like humanoid literature, which made him feel a pain in his head.

Cangna has a trait common to all spirit mages, which is mystery.

"I'll give you a ride, let me help you dig up your fears."

Cangna closed her eyes.

The terrifying bird of the Far East Guild, the president Cangna, the hunter respectfully called her a sleeping bird.

Why is it called a sleeping bird?

Because she likes to transmit spiritual power to people through sleep.

Let us grasp the true meaning of fear in our dreams.

……

An icy sea breeze blew in his face, and Honanstin opened his eyes violently, and the sea that had been endless before suddenly switched from his chair to squatting on the beach.

He fell asleep without realizing anything......

Honanstin remembers that he closed his eyes, and he didn't even experience the feeling of his pores opening, and he fell straight into a dream.

He looked at the deserted beach and took a deep breath.

Desolate waves, cold sea breezes, rough sand, isn't this the fucking storm plain......

Jonanstin was amused by this dream, he used to make others laugh and make others cry, but now he could finally take a break.

He actually went home!

This sea is much more like the bay of Ruijiane that he built for Xiuli.

Counting how many years he hadn't seen it, it should be said to think about how many years he had seen this sea, and Honanstine was crouching on the beach.

How like.

He wiped his eyes, and compared to Cangna, he was really dwarfed.

……

Everyone was asleep, and Cangna was still awake.

The shadow puppet play had just begun, and she walked up to Lulu Tea.

"It's so well cut, it looks like it's gone."

Cangna stroked Hya Lulu's hair, and one of her memories was cut off.

Cangna felt it when she entered the spiritual world of Thana Lulu.

One memory was cut out.

"Did you do it?"

She glanced at Honanstine, the child's head was locked, similar to a child in the guild.

"You're probably vacant about the part of Jonansteen's head."

She was a little suspicious when she saw Jonanstine's slanted eyes and weak heart, and now that she thought about it, Lulu herself was really a little similar to the ghost child.

Big eyes and small face, big head and small body.

"It's worthy of being brothers, and the spin positions are so similar."

Cangna turned away and returned to the pulpit.

Honansdine's appearance was quite familiar to her.

With so many hunters under her command, one of them looked like Honanstine by five or six points.

It's just that Honansteen's hair spin is a double spin, and the man is a triple spin.

……

Honansteen was bored looking at the sea, and the longing for the sea for so many years was satisfied in this dream at once.

Just when he was bored, Jonanstin got up and looked around unconsciously, feeling that something was not quite right.

The line of sight has narrowed, could it be that he has become shorter?

Jonanstin quickly touched himself, and when he touched the jingling jewelry on his body, he realized that he was actually wearing clothes from ancient times, and he would not become the same person as he was when he was a child...... bar.

Incredible!

Jonanstine smiled incredulously, interestingly, Cangna made him go back to his hometown when he was a child.

"Jonansteen!"

While Honanstin was still shaking his head and laughing, he heard someone call him.

This voice!

No, it won't be.

Jonanstine was stunned, he didn't have the memory of this person, it couldn't be.

"Dead child! Where's your sister! ”

He was lifted up, carried by the arm, and taken away.

In an instant, his eyes swirled, and he saw the pair of pointed-toed cigarette shoes of the man who had taken him.

It's Daddy! It's Daddy!

A voice in my heart was shouting, I should say it was roaring.

He had only seen his father in the portrait, but the dream strongly suggested that this was the father he had never met.

"Daddy......"

Jonanstin shouted, and tears suddenly fell from his eyes.

He stared at the man's cigarette shoes, and he was carried forward by his arms.

There are some things, dreams are dreams after all, and they can't be studied or verified.

Because the dream could not withstand scrutiny, he did not dare to raise his head, he was afraid that if he looked up, his dream would be shattered.

"Where's my sister? Aren't you all together, alas—"

The man sighed, complaining that he couldn't find Raid.

I really want to see your face......

Jonanstine muttered silently.

"Honanstine, you're a boy, why are you crying again?"

The man who walked with him sighed as if he heard him sobbing quietly.