ninety thousand miles

Chapter 641 Dreaming
"Shadow?" Zhu Qingyun called out softly.

She saw that Li Chuan was holding a phantom in his hand, which kept twisting, expanding, and shrinking...

"Is it a shadow?" Yu Chen also spoke.

"It feels a little different," the spiritualist observed the shadow and said, "Some parts seem a bit like the faint light that Mr. Li captured before, but overall it doesn't look like it..."

Li Chuan controls the phantom.

It is very cunning. It will pretend to be tamed by the rhythm of the ripples, and then quietly slip out without being noticed. It will also pretend to struggle, and quietly split into a small piece in the struggle. This small piece rises and falls with the ripples, and then slowly floats away.

Fortunately, in the mysterious state, it has nowhere to hide.

It's so slippery, how can I fully control it?
Deep silk.

If we use the abyss silk to bind it... the net woven with the abyss silk has melted a little, but it is still relatively intact.

The sound of the kettle changes again.

Li Chuan picked up a deep silk thread from the pot. The deep silk thread rose and fell with the ripples of the pot sound, wrapping around the phantom in circles and layers.

There's no escape now.

Li Chuan breathed a sigh of relief, but the sound of the kettle did not stop. He said, "Master Wen, do you have anything that can hold it? I have already wrapped it with deep silk."

"I'll do it." Wen Guying said.

Then, Li Chuan saw a red sword light as thin as a hair flying towards him. When it was about to touch the abyss silk, the sword light slowly expanded and then completely wrapped up the thing.

The sword light shone on Li Chuan's hand, very gently.

"Okay, you can let go now." Wen Guying said.

Li Chuan stopped playing the kettle, and the dot and horizontal line in his field of vision quickly dissipated. He felt an itch in his throat, coughed twice, and said, "Just now it tried to attack us..." Before he finished speaking, he couldn't help coughing again.

"Drink some water?" A water bag was stuffed into his hand.

Li Chuan nodded, coughed a few times, drank some water, and tried hard to hold back the urge to cough while slowly swallowing it. In the end, he really did hold it back.

"Okay, thank you." He returned the water bag to Zhu Qingyun.

"Do you want to sit down and rest for a while?" Zhu Qingyun asked.

"No, it's okay. I just used too much force this time." Li Chuan adjusted his breathing and felt that it was nothing serious. He said, "This thing might be spying on us. It might be a clone of Chi Lin. Think about whether there is any way to make it speak."

Wen Guying took the ball of red light in his hand and after looking at it for a while, he said, "Let's imprison it first and interrogate it after we meet up with Luo Daoyou and the others."

That's all we can do. Li Chuan nodded and asked, "Then should we go to the blood pool? By the way, Elder Li, is the compass still pointing to the Peeper?"

"Still there." Elder Li replied, "What you captured should be only a part of him, the clone of the clone. With the help of the blood pool, he may have the ability to transform into millions of incarnations."

"I can give it a try." The spiritual master spoke.

Li Chuan and the others looked at the spiritual master, who said, "I can't do it alone. I need Mr. Li to continue rubbing the pot sound, and then Brother Wen will use his divine consciousness to bring it into my dream. The three of us will dream together, and maybe we can see something through it." She paused and said, "I learned a lot of skills from Brother Luo that I can use."

"I can." Li Chuan said.

Wen Guying glanced at Elder Li.

Elder Li said, "You guys try, I can protect you for an hour or two."

Wen Guying nodded and said to the spiritual master: "You tell me what we should do."

The spiritual master said, "Let's sit down first. Then, Mr. Li, you rub the pot and make the sound as close to the rhythm of my chanting as possible. I will lead you into a dream."

"Okay." Li Chuan said, and was about to sit down.

"Wait, sit here." Wen Guying said, taking out six cushions and throwing them on the ground. After Li Chuan sat down, he asked, "Do you want to take a short rest?" Li Chuan shook his head and said, "No."

He looked around. The path created by the sword energy and the walls on both sides were very smooth. The wind blew in from behind them and into the black hole in front of them. The flesh and blood fibers left by the exploded blood tumor on the black hole kept shaking.

It's not safe here.

He just captured a clone.

He said, "Let's make it quick and decisive."

"Okay." Wen Guying also sat down. Then, the spiritual master also sat down.

The red light slowly moved from Wen Guying's hand to the center of the three people. Then, Wen Guying placed the Tianqi Sword across his legs and said, "Let's start."

The spiritual master began to chant.

After listening to the rhythm of the chanting for a while, Li Chuan started to play the pot sound. He controlled the ripples of the pot sound and slowly responded to the spiritual master's chanting, slowly, slowly...

He heard the wind.

The sounds of the wind were different. He heard many kinds of wind sounds, sharp, rapid, hoarse. He didn't have so many rich words to describe them. He only knew that there were many kinds of wind sounds, blowing on his body, blowing into his ears, blowing him dizzy...

Pot sound.

He heard the sound of the kettle. The sound of the kettle couldn't stop.

Li Chuan regained some consciousness and looked at the red sword light. In the sword light, the shadow was also swaying and shaking with the wind. At first, it tried to struggle, but soon, it melted into the wind...

Firelight.

Li Chuan saw the fire again, and the fire illuminated the spiritualist's face. She looked very tired. When she saw Li Chuan looking at her, she said, "You finally came in."

Li Chuan looked around. Except for the place illuminated by the fire, everywhere else was pitch black. He asked, "Is this the dream of that thing? This dream..." He felt that there were some familiar things in the darkness, so he tried hard to identify them.

Finally, he recognized something. "This altar... is this the Sun and Moon Altar? Are we in Songdu?"

Then he thought of Wen Guying coming, "Where is Taoist Master Wen? Didn't he come in?"

Wen Guying's clear voice came from the darkness, "I'm here."

Wen Guying walked over with a sword in hand.

"There is Songdu in Chi Lin's dream..." Li Chuan thought, "Sure enough, Yan Zhi built Songdu, maybe it was under the guidance of Chi Lin, but..." He tried to observe the surroundings again, "When is Songdu?"

"Look there." Wen Guying pointed his sword forward.

"There? There's nothing there? What did you see?" Li Chuan asked.

"There should be a house over there, but it hasn't been built yet. There is only an altar here," Wen Guying said.

"Is Songdu not built yet?" Li Chuan asked.

"Songdu is still under construction." The spiritual master also stood up.

"Take us to the deepest part of the dream." Wen Gu said to the spiritual master: "We can't stay here for too long."

"Okay." said the spiritualist, and when she was about to chant again, two voices came from not far away.

"Now that the altar is built, we can keep the curse out by performing sacrifices every year, right?"

"Ok!"

(End of this chapter)