Chapter 126: Chapter Sixty-Two: The Spiral Pursuit

to：Zhouri Ningjing

I was exploring the dream realm when I encountered a spirit entity identical to Chazuo that came straight at me; I barely avoided having my wild soul pulled out. Do you have any clues?

——Aomo Lindun.

Soul-level linking techniques, Aomo naturally doesn't understand.

After sealing that strangely conditioned Chazuo in a coffin, Aomo was instead approached by a group of people in company uniforms who questioned him, even finding his coffin suspicious and wanting him to open it; so Aomo demonstrated a coffin cannon on the spot.

They just ran off without hesitation.

I thought I would see Yuger Company's logo, but what Aomo saw on their backs was an unfamiliar company insignia.

Leaving Aomo standing there looking at the coffin, he proceeded with a dream segment idle—this manifests in reality as sleepwalking.

Unable to fully wake yet needing to interact with reality, the manifestation is a sleepwalking behavior that causes the vampire's eyes in the suddenly bright screen to stare blankly.

A ghost with the look of having seen a ghost.

However, Aomo still made the mistake of empiricism, because Central Tressen's Jidong horse girls are too many, so even jokes use the Jidong 'one spirit four souls' system, mentioning the concept of the wild soul——

——On the positive side it means courage, upward, proactive; on the negative side it represents brute strength and competitiveness.

The wild soul purity of horse girls is generally far superior to that of the other three souls.

While his claim of 'almost getting kicked out' is obviously exaggerated, the other party's reply doesn't sound like a joke.

re：Aomo Lindun

Let her out; that is my wild soul.

——Zhouri Ningjing

"？"

His closed eyes wore a troubled expression, and his dream expression was even more so.

Aomo furrowed his brow and opened the coffin lid; the abnormally silent 'Manchester Chazuo' that had been locked in the coffin only stepped out after a few seconds, then turned to look at him.

"Your reaction isn't bad." She smiled and praised, causing Aomo's troubled expression to deepen further.

"You really are Zhouri Ningjing's wild soul?"

Whether positive or negative, the wild soul represents a kind of vigor.

Thus she necessarily differs from her main self; it's not so strange that she would unusually show herself a smile.

What Aomo naturally cares about is not the other's attitude.

He merely stared at the face completely belonging to Manchester Chazuo, and after seeing that face give an affirmative reply, his brows furrowed even tighter.

"I originally thought your relationship with Manchester Chazuo was merely that of sisters."

"She is the child under the sun, you are the adult under the shade."

"You guessed right; we are indeed just sisters," Zhouri Ningjing's answer was simple and direct: "Precisely because we are sisters, our spiritual connection can be so close as to be indistinguishable."

Indistinguishable?

"It seems my upcoming task is harder than I thought." Aomo sighed.

"That's not necessarily the case; I only used Chazuo's form after escaping the pursuit." Zhouri Ningjing sensed Aomo's difficulty; it seems the wild soul does not mean weakened intellect, but it obviously weakened some aspects.

"Is it meaningful? Given your similarity, this disguise can at most be a slight disguise."

"Naturally there will be other methods; dreams differ from reality, here the sky's the limit, you still need to get used to." As she spoke, a 'bubble' drifted over, enveloping both of them.

The next moment, the two were no longer in the open space but inside a Ferris wheel.

Beside the Ferris wheel were a massive Kamel person and a figure resembling Ultraman locked in combat.

Clearly this is a top‑10 romantic date spot, yet Aomo's gaze gave none to Zhouri Ningjing opposite; he only watched the two aliens' postures, especially the head shape resembling a Mohawk and sharing eighty percent similarity with David's punk hair Ultraman.

This kind of Ultraman, though Aomo felt completely unfamiliar, he also recalled seeing it in the traveler's special issue given by Bi Ze.

Zeta Ultraman.

Whoever can dream of this is probably also a traveler.

Zhouri Ningjing also had no dissatisfaction at being left out; she likewise glanced at the battle of the nearby massive lifeform, smiling without caring whether it might affect this side.

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"It seems you get along well with the owner of this dream."

Compared to the main self, this person is overly friendly—so friendly that Aomo thinks she is actually Manchester Chazuo using Zhouri Ningjing's alter ego to chat with him.

But he still had to remind: "Trampling into others' dreams is very dangerous."

"The Ferris wheel is my turf; can you hear the music in the air? It's between those two combatants."

The black‑haired girl raised her hand, her fingers covered in black gloves pointing at the alien and Ultraman engaged in what looked like slow‑motion combat.

Just as she said, this space is indeed filled with music, the volume gradually weakening; at the same time, the colliding light beams tilted and shattered the Ferris wheel's support point.

The Ferris wheel fell to the ground, rolled over, yet its massive framework remained intact—whether due to dream stability or the real‑world prototype being sufficiently sturdy.

The two sat in the rolling Ferris wheel, yet unexpectedly remained steady.

This is also a manifestation of the dream's bizarre performance.

"The song has ended; this isn't a song sung for me."

"Dreams are like this; as long as you don't interfere with the core, we remain completely unaffected." The upside‑down horse girl said calmly, "Even if I chase something in there, as long as I truly haven't caught it——even if I run heedlessly, constantly pursuing that swaying silhouette, making myself hazy——but as long as I truly haven't caught it."

"Then nothing has changed."

"You really haven't caught it?!" Aomo suddenly asked, the question seeming off‑point.

She also did not answer.

She raised her hand toward the direction the Ferris wheel rolled out.

Then the two were no longer sitting; they stood again in the dream.

Seeing this, Aomo fell silent for two seconds, then asked again: "……So, I ask you, why are you being chased?"

"Being chased while saving someone isn't strange at all," Zhouri Ningjing said with arms crossed, eyes showing a hint of impatience, "so I've told you to restrain yourself—the other side's reaction was overly intense."

"But we never expected the Xiangzheng family's lass to hit a wall so quickly," said the horse girl, her face gaining a few more shades of frustrated, gloomy expression, "Clearly they've been to places like Heaven Gate City, yet they're still so careless; that old lady is indeed senile."

"The Xiangzheng family and Heaven Gate City, Aomo's thoughts drifted past the once interstellar‑expedition‑ambitious Ludaofu Xiangzheng, and also turned to something nearer—the childhood friend of Ludaofu who returned from abroad in interstellar space."

"As for the 'old lady'… it's still not appropriate to comment."

"So he just asked: '… Tianlangxing Xiangzheng?'"

"Who else could it be but her? A bunch of still not cautious little girls, thanks this time—you also shouldn't stay here; don't again sport dark circles and worry Chazuo."

"You haven't been cautious at all… Aomo muttered inwardly, 'Who was it that showed up in a younger sister guise when being chased? Oh, now you're honestly wearing a white headband on your forehead.'"

"Is it useful?"

"Watching Zhouri Ningjing's changing appearance, Aomo sighed wordlessly, knowing this person needed to be coaxed, so he said: 'All right, I also thank you for your earlier reminder about the dream.'"

"What dream reminder? Nonsense—I'm leaving first since you're not in a hurry!"

"Zhouri Ningjing turned away disdainfully, vanished mid‑turn, leaving Aomo standing where he was."

""

"Silently glancing at the empty coffin to the side, it still retained its upright, open form."

"Actually, she… caught up, right?"

"Aomo thought to himself, yet couldn't help but sigh."

"Now it makes sense why those horse girls who have experienced supernatural tales are so deeply wary of Chazuo."