Nightmare Light

Chapter 65 Halftime Funeral
In the fog, a fire was lit.

The bodies of seven or eight soldiers killed in the battle were laid out in a row.

The dead lie on the ground, and the living light incense, sprinkle ashes, and sing sacrificial songs.

Everything looks magical, like a religious painting.

Lin Wang sighed inwardly.

Not far in front of him, Old Joe was holding a handful of money for the afterlife.

The front of the copper coin is engraved with "The Yincha Leads the Way", and the back is engraved with "Crossing the Soul to the Forgotten River".

Old Joe carefully examined each coin for the afterlife, placed them face up, and placed them on the forehead of each dead brother.

"The Chu Federation is a small world, but it's very generous to the deceased." Old Qiao placed the last of the coins and stood up. "Most of the time, the deceased can get enough land. The land between the mountains is difficult to cultivate and difficult to live in, but it's just right for the deceased."

"People are buried among the mountains, and their souls can return to their mother's embrace."

"So, most of the time, people get a decent burial after they die." Old Joe grabbed a handful of incense ash and threw it into the air, then changed the subject, "But in the fog, it's different."

“It is believed that if a person is buried in the mist, they cannot return to the mother’s temple.”

Old Qiao raised his hands and formed a seal, sprinkling incense ash on the forehead of each dead person.

"So, when our people died in the fog, we..."

At this point, Old Joe closed his eyes, raised his head, took a deep breath, and after a long while, he continued, "Then burn them and take their ashes home."

"We... will take their ashes back and give them a final burial at the cemetery."

After Old Joe finished speaking, he shook his head, waved gently at the soldiers who died in the battle, and placed a box of bear biscuits next to Old Zhou.

"Brothers, I'll take you home."

The fire started.

Half an hour later, when the soldiers had finished the funeral, Old Qiao walked up to Lin Wang, pointed at the hole above the village, and said in a deep voice, "What's in there?"

"If I'm feeling correctly...it was a dream." Lin Wang said.

"Dream?!" Old Qiao frowned. "The dream that the lay masters entered?"

"Correct."

"you sure?"

"I'm not sure, but the aura in this cave is exactly the same as in my dream."

The soldiers were all silent, and Old Joe frowned.

"We are going to enter that nightmare in a conscious state, in a mortal body?"

"If you want to understand the matter of the Mist Clan... yes." Lin Wang nodded.

"No one has ever entered a dream this way!" Old Joe was still hesitant, frowning. "This is unbelievable!"

"Although it sounds a bit horrifying, in my opinion, the so-called nightmare world is essentially a real world," said Lin Wang.

"I've been thinking about this for a long time. Why can we enter the same dream?"

"Why was that dream so real?"

"Why... can we even bring things out of dreams?"

Lin Wang said, "So, although I still don't understand a lot about the 'conversion' between these two worlds, I insist that we can go there—while we are awake."

At this moment, a member of the Mist Tribe suddenly shouted from behind the ranks of soldiers: "I feel it! I feel it!"

He pushed through the crowd and rushed to the bottom of the cave. He pointed at the hole in the sky excitedly and said, "In there, there's the breath of my people! My feeling can't be wrong!"

Old Joe frowned, still hesitating.

Actually, when I was fighting those villagers before, some memory fragments entered my mind along with the energy...

Those were all fragmented pieces of memory, but when pieced together, one could still figure out the overall picture of things—that village must have fallen into a dream.

If you want to find this group of villagers, you must go through this hole...

Lin Wang thought to himself.

In fact, he could have chosen not to go, but Lin Wang intuitively felt a strong sense of unease about the matter of the Mist Clan.

Add to that the fact that dawn and dusk are approaching... Just think for a moment and you'll know that what those cultists are doing has absolutely nothing to do with respecting the elderly and loving the young.

Oh right! That tree's servo function!
That tree is the god's tool for controlling the world!
That tree server must know something!
Lin Wang mobilized his mental power and tried to establish a direct connection with the servo function.

"The server is online. How can I help you? Dear administrator."

Lin Wang explained the hole above his head and the situation in the two worlds to the Servo Function: "I mainly want to know what the consequences will be if I leave it alone."

The automated service paused for a few seconds before saying, "This will result in an uncontrolled outpouring of information."

This sounds difficult to understand, but Lin Wang has learned a lot about giant trees after all, and a lot of this knowledge is about "controlling the world", so he can easily understand the meaning of the former.

"It's like a balloon. When it leaks, the gas inside will be released into the air?"

"Your metaphor is very clever, Your Excellency the Administrator."

Lin Wang's face turned pale.

If this really happened, this small world would probably be flooded into the dream world in an instant!
This must be told to Old Joe immediately.

Lin Wang was thinking about how to tell all this to Lao Qiao, but suddenly he saw the fat man knock his palm hard.

"Brothers, pack your equipment and get ready to go!"

Lin Wang was stunned for a moment, curious: "Why did you suddenly change your mind?"

"The reason is simple." Old Joe grinned, revealing a frank smile. He pointed at himself and said, "Why did we enter the fog? For the truth."

He pointed to the row of urn bags beside him and said, "Why did they die? For the truth."

“So we kept going.”

Old Joe ordered that the flag bearer with a broken arm and two soldiers who were seriously injured but still able to move should return first with the ashes, and the rest of the people should rest on the spot.

"Rest here for an hour, then we'll go through this hole."

There were six soldiers who were still healthy and completely uninjured, including Old Joe.

An hour later, the only six remaining light chasers will enter the dream world together with Lin Wang and the white cat.

During this period, Lin Wang seized the opportunity and asked the servo function to develop a set of rituals for everyone to pass through safely.

"The ritual has been generated, please accept."

A lot of formation knowledge flooded into my mind.

Introduction to Formation

Advanced Formation

History of the Development of Formations

One Hundred Tips for Phase Conversion

Conversion

"...Does it take so much knowledge to create a formation?"

When Lin Wang was digesting the knowledge, the servo function suddenly sent him a message.

"Mr. Administrator, the visitor you brought here has woken up."

Hearing this, Lin Wang was delighted.

Although he had guessed that the paper bride would be fine, he had no idea when she could be rescued.

Now, hearing that Zhi Girl was fine, Lin Wang was also very happy.

After reviewing the knowledge of the magic circle needed to pass through the hole in his mind, he whispered a few words to the cat girl, and then entered the giant tree space while the soldiers around him were resting.

Entering the space of the giant tree, Lin Wang quickly ran to the roots of the tree and rose to a high altitude along the vine platform.

The vines climbed quickly, and Lin Wang soon reached the fruit.

After sending the command, the fruit of the tree opened, and the paper bride who was injured and unconscious and receiving treatment here finally reappeared in front of Lin Wang.

Then, Lin Wang made a confused sound.

"what?"

(End of this chapter)