Chapter 509: Nightmare's Confusion

"You can say it like that, or you can say it's a rebirth." The strange head said, "In our world, memories are the least valuable things, otherwise Hundred-Faces wouldn't have produced one self-consciousness after another."

"Does the dreamland also form a world of its own?"

"That's for sure. The dreamland is a mapping of the real world, and they are the front and back of each other."

He Lingchuan pointed at the surroundings: "This isn't a dreamland, right?" The Soul-Sucking Mirror said it wasn't, he wanted to verify it again.

"Of course not. We originally thought this was the Soul Village, the place where dead souls linger!" The strange head stared, "But we observed carefully just now, no Soul Village looks like this. It's too strange, unlike any we've been to."

"You've been to other Soul Villages?" What did that mean, could the mirror's understanding of Panlongcheng also be wrong?

He was just asking casually, didn't expect to ask out something tricky.

"Dreamlands and Soul Villages intersect by chance. We travel at night and sometimes walk into Soul Villages." The strange head's eyes darted around, "Soul Villages are all naturally formed and often naturally perish, not controlled by manpower. But this one, this... this place of yours seems to be alive!"

Saying the last few words, its fear was undisguised.

He Lingchuan's heart stirred: "Alive? How do you say that?"

The strange head pondered, and only after He Lingchuan urged it twice did it say: "We are summoned by the curse master and occasionally have to enter the real world. The resistance from void to reality is very strong, and not all nightmares can cross this barrier."

He Lingchuan nodded; this could be understood. The boundary between the two worlds should have been very clear, otherwise, everyone would be visiting each other often, and the world would be in chaos. "When we found you, we thought this was just an ordinary dreamland." Recalling how it was pitted, the strange head felt bitter and aggrieved, "Until we wanted to modify it, only then did we discover that it didn't listen to us at all! This powerful rejection, we only experienced in reality, after all, nightmares cannot change reality; as for Soul Villages, my main body Hundred-Faces, relying on its vast power, had also forcibly made local changes to them."

Your main body was dragged into the bottomless abyss by the guardian of this world, He Lingchuan silently swallowed this retort.

The power of the Hundred-Faced Nightmare was undeniable; just looking at its size and momentum when it appeared was enough to see.

If the red giant shadow hadn't taken action, He Lingchuan would never have been able to beat it.

"This place even knows how to disguise itself, tricking us into coming in, if it's not alive, what is it?" The strange head added, "So-called alive means having self-consciousness, knowing what it should do; you could even say it's awake. Where is there any Soul Village like this?"

This guy finally reacted, feeling greatly aggrieved. After all, He Lingchuan wasn't the main body of Hundred-Faces' opponent at all, but it didn't get to use any of its big moves before losing.

"So, what kind of place is this?"

The knowledgeable Hundred-Faced Nightmare clone could only honestly say: "I don't know. I only know it has deep malice toward us, and it has been spying on us!"

Soul Village, oh no, Panlongcheng has been spying on them?

He Lingchuan remembered the first two times he entered Panlongcheng, he also had the feeling of being watched, as if he had nowhere to hide under someone else's eyes.

Later this feeling disappeared, but he didn't forget it.

Now that the nightmare mentioned it again, He Lingchuan also felt something was wrong.

Indeed, where is there any Soul Village like this? Compared to Panlongcheng, the Soul-Sucking Mirror's Soul Village was simply as pure as a newborn baby.

What kind of place is this exactly?

Is everything happening here just a retrospective of past history?

He knew a little more than the nightmare; Panlongcheng was inside the Great Fang Hu.

Then, are these anomalies from the Great Fang Hu? "What is this vertical pupil on your forehead used for?" Now the vertical pupil on its forehead was closed, leaving only a slit.

He Lingchuan hadn't forgotten the feeling of being stared at by this big eyeball; it was very uncomfortable, as if the deepest secrets in his heart were being stolen.

"It can see through the deepest fear in the human heart." The nightmare licked its lips, "Only then can we modify the dreamland accordingly. But it's very strange, you don't have any."

"I don't have what?"

"I didn't find true fear in your heart."

"Oh?" He Lingchuan scratched his head, somewhat proud, "Am I really fearless?"

"Fear doesn't necessarily mean cowardice; it can even come from attachment and regret. In short, the human heart must have weak points, otherwise, you practitioners wouldn't need to practice your state of mind hard and cut off the three corpses to prove the Dao. But you..." The strange head looked at him with strange eyes.

"You have nothing."

This person's heart had no fear, no attachment, no anger, and no regret. At most, there was only a little bit of worry, but that worry about life and death was too broad and couldn't be concretized or utilized.

The strange head asked him: "What kind of monster are you exactly?"

He Lingchuan smiled bitterly.

Being asked this by a monster, what was going on?

Could it be because the days he lived before crossing over were muddled and calm? That's the normal state of ordinary people, right? In his world, didn't most people live like that? Working to death in their positions, and after being successfully buried, they could rest.

If emotional fluctuations were so big, how could one be a diligent screw?

He changed the subject: "Alright, seeing that your answer is quite sincere, you can choose to live or die."

"Want to die, find it." He Lingchuan pointed at the Jula tree by the water.

"Want to live, find Cheng Yu for me!"

"Find Cheng Yu?" The strange head's eyes flashed, "I have a contract with him; as long as he doesn't deal with us, we can't harm him."

Dealing with this kind of monster, the curse master must also do a good job of safety protection.

"You don't need to take action, just find his whereabouts for me!" He Lingchuan smiled, "You won't tell me you can't even find him, right?"

"If he doesn't summon me, I need his exclusive item."

"Blood."

"Can do." The strange head was more straightforward this time, "But I need to rest! I'm powerless now, completely unable to break through the barrier and locate him in reality!"

"When can you?"

"The next seven or eight days will need incense to offer to me, and it's best to find some food for me."

"Food?"

"That is, souls."

"Oh." He Lingchuan shook his head, "None."

There were naturally souls in the Soul Village, but these were all heroic spirits, and he was afraid this strange head couldn't chew them.

The strange head sighed: "It's a pity our idol is gone, it stored incense power for a long time."

"Original body?" He Lingchuan's heart stirred, "Is it carved from wood?"

"Yes yes, carved from deep-sea wood." The strange head looked at him eagerly, "Did you grab it?"

He brought back some wood fragments from the fire, and piecing them together, it was indeed an idol: "I did get some fragments from Cheng Yu, but this is the Soul Village, uh..."

But this thing stayed in reality, it shouldn't be able to be brought into the Panlong dreamland... right?

"Bring it, bring it, of course it can be brought in!"

He Lingchuan tried reaching into his bosom, and he really pulled out a cloth bag.

Unwrapping it, wasn't it the idol fragments?

The strange head shouted repeatedly: "Give it to me, give it to me!"

He Lingchuan held the bag and weighed it: "You can recover if you eat these?"

"Can! Can recover a small half, enough to find someone for you."

The more anxious it was, the more composed He Lingchuan was: "Let's make a contract first."

To prevent this strange head from not working for him properly.

The nightmare had no choice but to swear a poisonous oath to him, claiming that if it dared to disobey, or even casually fob him off, it would definitely be bitten by a hundred insects and suffer until it died.

It didn't know what a hundred insects were, and was just rejoicing that this was just a toothache curse, when it saw several strands of pale red virtual smoke flying from the south. They didn't look conspicuous at first glance, sometimes suddenly condensing into red in the air, but immediately dissipated.

As soon as they came, the strange head's voice sounded in the air.

What it just said was played back several times, and there were murmurs everywhere in the air, as if a hundred strange heads were swearing.

As soon as the strange head heard it, its face changed, and the look it gave the phantom was like seeing a ghost.

"Three-Corpse Worms!" It screamed, "How can you have Three-Corpse Worms here, how are you still alive!"

It was the first time it saw Three-Corpse Worms, which had the instinct to confuse the heart and fed on evil thoughts, appear in the Soul Village, and they could even coexist peacefully with the natives here and with the man in front of it.

This simply broke its cognition.

Even a nightmare didn't like being so close to Three-Corpse Worms.

He Lingchuan smiled and extended a finger, and the Three-Corpse Worms circled around his fingertip, looking very tame: "Remember, you just swore a heavy oath to them. Once violated, they are the executioners."

The strange head shivered fiercely.

Actually, He Lingchuan himself was somewhat surprised.

Although he could see these Three-Corpse Worms every time he passed the city gate, they never paid attention to him.

Why did they suddenly change their nature this time? Was it giving him some face in front of an outsider? Or did he bring the main body of the Hundred-Faced Nightmare, letting them have a big feast, and thus they had a good impression of him? Speaking of which, would Three-Corpse Worms have a "good impression" of people?

Could this thing even be counted as a "creature"?

They circled around his finger, ice-cold to the bone. He Lingchuan hurriedly retracted his finger before his upper and lower teeth could fight, and the Three-Corpse Worms flew toward the strange head, drilling into its nostrils and ears in its terrified gaze.

"Ah, don't don't don't don't!"

Was resistance useful? The Three-Corpse Worms still drilled into its brain.

The strange head screamed: "Don't eat me!"

"You keep your promise obediently, and they won't eat you." He Lingchuan yawned, "They are just lurking in, supervising at any time."

Otherwise, he knew too little about monsters like nightmares, and might fall into the other party's trap.

The nightmare pulled a long face, looking like a mourning dog.

"Alright, get to work!" He Lingchuan didn't care about its emotions, carrying the strange head close to the idol fragments.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 510 =====