Refining living people into dream spirits is a forbidden art in Dream Weaving.

As long as the dreamer has enough obsession in his heart, the owner of the dream can use this as a bait to induce the dreamer step by step in the dream, which is similar to hypnosis, but it is more domineering than hypnosis!

In the end, the dream luck came, and the person who fell into the dream was labeled as the owner of the dream, and he obeyed his words and obeyed his words.

Zhuang Ming's heart was slightly cold, according to the Xiaoyao Jue, the forbidden technique of weaving dreams is already very rare, and ordinary dreamers are rare in their lives. However, Qi Cheng, as the first living dream master that Zhuang Ming encountered, could at least know the two forbidden techniques of hell dreaming and refining living dream spirits, and he didn't know if this was the norm or a special case.

If it's just that Qi Cheng is lucky and obtains the inheritance of an evil dream master, that's all, if someone teaches it to Qi Ming, then it's very scary to think about it.

Zhuang Ming's expression became more and more serious, but it made the hearts of Aunt Xu and Lian Xiao on the side fall to the ground.

"Can it still be saved?" Aunt Xu was already confused, she could only put all her hopes on the young man in front of her.

Lian Xiao also looked at Zhuang Ming with anticipation, Xue'er was her best friend, and she hoped to hear good news from Zhuang Ming.

Zhuang Ming realized that he was thinking too much, which scared Aunt Xu and Lian Xiao.

He smiled embarrassedly, looked at Aunt Xu and said, "Don't worry, if Qi Cheng is still alive, there may be some trouble, but now that he is dead, it is beneficial to Miss Xue'er." Maybe even Qi Cheng himself didn't know that he died, but he fulfilled Miss Xue'er. ”

Zhuang Ming looked at Aunt Xu and Lian Xiao's puzzled expressions and explained: "The so-called dream spirit has endured the luck of dreams, and only then can it have extraordinary power. These words of luck have the master, and they fall on the living, and they are inevitably at the mercy of others, but now that Qi Cheng is dead, the luck of this dream is an ownerless thing, and if Miss Xue'er absorbs it, it will naturally be beneficial. ”

"Then why did Xue'er vomit blood just now?" Lian Xiao said to her, not 100% convinced, and she still had some doubts in her expression.

Zhuang Ming looked at Lian Xiao's suspicious expression, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, and sighed in his heart, of course the situation was not as optimistic as he said, but he just didn't want Aunt Xu to worry too much.

Thinking like this in his heart, Zhuang Ming replied with a smile: "That dream was originally carefully woven by Qi Cheng and used to deal with Miss Xue'er, but now that Qi Cheng is dead, the dream has no owner, and it can only evolve naturally, which will inevitably hurt Miss Xue'er." But don't worry, the original purpose of this dream is not to kill Miss Cher, so there is absolutely no danger to her life. ”

Zhuang Ming paused, looked at Aunt Xu and Lian and said with a smile: "I will enter the dream right now and rescue Miss Xue'er, you can rest assured." ”

After Zhuang Ming finished speaking, he didn't wait for Lian Xiao and Aunt Xu to reply, and then called out the colorful butterfly.

The butterfly landed on his shoulder, gently vibrating its wings.

Zhuang Ming entered the dream.

......

The whole world is icy and snowy, and snowflakes fall from the sky and fall on the earth, dyeing the mountains and rivers, the forests, the rivers, and the hair and clothes of Zhuang Ming.

Caidie is unusually happy, she keeps shuttling between the snowflakes, and she is very happy to play alone.

But the name of the village is full of sorrow.

He stood on the edge of a cliff in a high mountain in the dream world, looking at an ant-sized figure in the distance, walking with difficulty towards the front.

That's the purpose of his trip, Zhao Xue'er.

Zhuang Ming looked at the world in the distance, where there was still endless snow white, and there was no end to it. He knew in his heart that this was a never-ending dream, and Zhao Xue'er would never be able to go where she wanted to go.

Qi Cheng just wanted to wipe out her deepest obsession at the beginning, and then hypnotize her in an endless dream, give her new support, and give her new obsession.

It's so simple and straightforward.

But Zhuang Ming was helpless, he couldn't directly take Zhao Xue'er out of the dream, because this dream had started for an unknown amount of time. Zhao Xueer has not looked back so far, which can only show that her obsession in her heart is too strong. If Zhao Xue'er was taken away at this time, it would only be a result, and her soul would stay in this dream world forever.

There are only two possibilities for Zhao Xue'er to leave this dream safe and sound, one is to make her believe that all this is just a dream.

Needless to say, the most difficult thing for a person is obsession, and the second is even more difficult, how can a dreamer believe that he is dreaming?

Zhuang Ming felt that the whole person was a little big.

He watched Zhao Xue'er walking in the snow with difficulty, dragging a long footprint on the snow-white ground, and he was secretly moved in his heart, what is such a little girl insisting on?

"Maybe what you need is not to help you forget your obsessions, but a glass of boiling water. Zhuang Ming murmured softly, his eyes lit up, and he had an idea in his heart.

"Let's go and get a house. ”

The colorful butterflies carried the name of the village and flew towards the snowy fields.

......

Covered with snow, there was no intention of stopping, Zhao Xue'er took every step, her legs would sink deep into the snow, she lifted her legs with difficulty, took a step forward, and left a deep footprint. Every time she lifted her leg, it cast a shadow on her heart.

In the vast snowy field, there was not even a rabbit or a snow fox except her, and she didn't dare to look up at the front because she was afraid to see the endless snow in front of her. She didn't dare to shed even a single tear, because in such an environment, every tear can be fatal.

How long has it been like this? Zhao Xue'er has no impression. She could only silently say in her heart: "Walk a little longer, and you will be there soon." ”

So, this stretch of road is endless.

"Hey, girl, where are you going?"

Zhao Xue'er was stunned for a moment, is it an illusion? She raised her head slowly, afraid that it was really just an illusion.

A young man dressed in coarse linen, fifteen or sixteen years old, handsome in appearance and full of smiles, stood at the door of a small thatched hut, and a butterfly landed on his shoulder.

Zhao Xue'er opened her mouth, and a stream of wind and snow poured into her mouth, and she hurriedly covered her mouth.

Zhuang Ming sighed in his heart, but he didn't do anything after all, this dream could only wait for her to comprehend it by herself, and he could only be a spectator.

Zhao Xue'er stood at the door of the hut with difficulty, and Zhuang Ming hurriedly helped her into the house.

"Girl, you can't go to the village before, you can't go to the store later, how did you get here?" Zhuang Ming took out the teacup, poured a cup of hot water, and handed it to Zhao Xue'er.

"I'm looking for someone. Cher held the teacup, blew it gently, took a sip, and felt unprecedented happiness.

"Looking for someone, girl, you can't go wrong, this piece of snow, to be honest, I just got up, I opened the door and saw you, and I thought I was dreaming!" Zhuang Ming lit a brazier and placed it in front of Zhao Xue'er.

Zhao Xue'er didn't answer Zhuang Ming's question, she looked at the vast snow fields and falling snowflakes outside the door, her pale face was expressionless, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Zhuang Ming also didn't say anything, just sat on the edge of the table, stretched out his hand, and teased the butterflies.

After a while, Zhao Xue'er suddenly got up, bowed to Zhuang Ming, and said, "Thank you for your help, but I'm on my way, thank you." ”

Zhuang Ming stood up and looked at her, showing a worried look: "Oh, girl, if you want me to say that you should go back, there is nothing in front of you at all, it is snow, and I have never seen a living creature appear." ”

Zhao Xue'er didn't answer, just bowed slightly to Zhuang Ming, and walked out of the door.

Zhuang Ming stood in the doorway, watching her continue to walk forward without looking back, until her figure gradually became blurred.

The thatched hut disappeared, and Zhuangna stood on the snowy field, gently stroking the butterflies.

"Let's go, Butterfly, let's go to the next stop. ”