Please ask the dream.

Chapter 651: The dreamland really has everything!

Looking at the choices in front of him, Feng Xue naturally had no hesitation. As soon as the option fell, no new option popped up this time. Instead, everything went black before his eyes. There was not even a moment of import time. The next second, he had entered the node.

"Well, this tree looks similar to the one in front of the ruined temple just now, but it's completely dark now. It looks like they walked a long way after leaving the ruined temple. I don't know if the four children can make it to Baiyujing."

Although he had some doubts in his heart, Feng Xue had no intention of turning back to help. After all, those children were just the echoes of wandering souls formed by unconscious cognition. To put it bluntly, they were the scattered imaginations formed by the Qingyun people in reality about the cruel method of "harvesting living things and dismembering them". Strictly speaking, they should even be classified as nightmares.

Feng Xue tried to save the child and enlighten him because he couldn't bear to see the child suffer, but he would never go back to look for him knowing that the child was not alive.

Without giving it any more thought, Feng Xue listened attentively, intending to look for the so-called noise mentioned in the node prompt, but he only heard a few insects chirping in the middle of the night, which made him frown.

"That doesn't make sense? Goldfinger said there is, so it should be..."

"Jingle Bell!"

Suddenly, a series of not-so-pleasant bell sounds rang out, startling Feng Xue who was concentrating. But then the sound disappeared again, and only rang again three seconds later.

"What's going on? It's so scary in the middle of the night."

Listening to the rhythmic sound of the bell, Feng Xue tilted his head and moved closer to the sound of the bell. However, since his intuition did not give him any warning, he did not use the projection framework to perceive it directly, in order to avoid accidentally causing misunderstandings.

Although modern architects are accustomed to opening G·I force fields, in a martial arts environment, who knows whether this method of detection will be regarded as a provocation.

Feng Xue gathered his energy and held the ink-stained long sword in his hand. The slightly light sound of footsteps finally reached Feng Xue's ears through the noisy bells.

However, the sound of footsteps was also strange. There were many of them, but they maintained a frequency of one step every three seconds. This was because Feng Xueyi was very brave. If it were a normal person, he would definitely not dare to step forward if he heard such noise in the middle of the night.

But as Feng Xue walked forward, his face suddenly turned dark. Not only him, but the person who was coming towards him also had a dark face.

"Yin people are on the road, Yang people are staying away."

The man shouted in a hoarse voice and drew out the words, but suddenly he took a step forward. Along with the slight tremor of the oil lamp with many bells on it in his hand, the figures lined up in a row behind him also took a step forward at the same time.

The footsteps were so uniform that even with Feng Xue's hearing, he could only hear one rise and fall at such a close distance. "Is this corpse driving?" Feng Xue complained in his heart, but he had no idea that there was such a thing in this world. However, considering that the worship of death itself is something that can easily produce convergent culture, in Qingyun, a land with the same understanding of returning to one's roots, it is not uncommon to have the profession of "sending corpses back to their hometowns" for burial, and this legend can easily evolve into corpse driving (Note ①).

However, Feng Xue was curious, but the man opposite him suddenly froze, then sighed, and shrank his head in a very familiar way, and then rushed two meters away. Feng Xue thought that this was an outlaw who was smuggling under the guise of corpse-driving, and was preparing to meet his sneak attack, but he saw that the man straightened his body and said in a very tired and weak tone:
"Young man, don't you know that you should give way to the corpse drivers? I don't know your birthday, what if it clashes with your birthday and you turn into a corpse?"

Seeing that the other party did not seem to be pretending, Feng Xue noticed that the bell oil lamp that was supposed to be hung around his neck was no longer on his body. Looking again, he found that it was hanging on the outstretched arms of the corpse that was originally following behind him.

"No breathing, the skin color and stiffness of the hand joints are consistent with the characteristics of a corpse. A faint corpse odor can be smelled, but it should have been embalmed..." Feng Xue's anatomical knowledge flashed through his mind, but he still did not relax his vigilance. He still maintained the posture of holding the sword with one hand, but his tone was polite:
"I'm sorry, I've only heard about it before, but I didn't expect that corpse-driving was real. I didn't know the taboos involved."

Seeing that Feng Xue was quite polite, the man seemed to stop talking and stretched his body which was stiff from jumping, making a crackling sound of bones rubbing against each other. Then he took the bottle of water from the back of a corpse at the end and gulped it down.

Feng Xue raised his eyebrows when he saw this situation. There was no other reason. In this situation, there was no doubt that the other party was not just a wandering soul that only followed instincts or settings, but at least a resident!
But the other party looked like he didn't want to communicate with living people, so Feng Xue, who was socially anxious, could only take the initiative to talk to him:
"Excuse me, sir, is there any place to stay nearby?"

"Alas!" The man who had just put the cap back on the water bottle sighed, thinking, "Another ignorant young man who has no idea of ​​his own limitations and has come out to venture into the underworld without even learning the basics." However, considering that the other party could look calm in the middle of the night after seeing so many corpses, he also appreciated his courage, so he did not say anything directly, but just replied:
"There are no shops within 20 miles. There seem to be two dilapidated temples, but they are not good places. However, there are no ferocious beasts here. If you are alert, you can find a big tree to climb up and spend the night. If you are not sleepy, you can walk along the official road until midnight, and you will see the Longmen Ferry."

"Thank you." Feng Xue bowed, but the Taoist just waved his hand and remained standing still.

Feng Xue then realized that the other party was waiting for him to leave, so he smiled immediately. However, thinking of his own city, he thought that the undead should also be equal, so he said:
"There is a newly built town half a day's journey from here. There are no taboos in the town. Sir, you can rest there for a while."

After saying that, without waiting for the Taoist priest to respond, he made a big circle to avoid the corpse team. It was not until he walked about a hundred meters that the bell sounded again behind him, and with it, the picture began to solidify -

[Your friendliness surprised the corpse chaser, Reputation +5, Prosperity +2]

"Oh my god, just asking for directions actually gave me 5 reputation points. This Taoist priest must be a 'king'? Well, what kind of king is he? The folklore king? The phantom king? The ghost catching king?"

Feng Xue thought about how he had gained a little fame by killing two Beggars' Sect disciples before, and couldn't help but slap his head -

"Is it too late for me to catch up and give him the Philosopher's Stone?"

Of course, the thumbnail map that appeared before his eyes proved without a doubt that it was too late.

(End of this chapter)