Nightmare Light

Chapter 79 The Collective Consciousness of the Villagers

The villagers gathered around.

They were covered in white and yellow mist, and they staggered with stiff expressions, looking just like zombies in horror movies.

The villagers approached the courtyard step by step, and gradually walked to a place only two or three meters away from the courtyard gate.

In the yard, the soldiers also noticed this scene.

The soldiers became nervous and took out their mundane belongings.

Dog Brother stood on stilts and even wore a lion head.

"Are these... are these cultists manipulating these villagers to attack us?"

"alert!"

"Prepare to engage!" "Prepare to engage!"

At this time, Lin Wang raised his hand: "Wait."

His tone was gentle but firm, with an attitude that brooked no argument: "These villagers are not here to attack us."

The soldiers were stunned for a moment, and Old Joe raised his hand and made a waiting gesture.

People looked at Lin Wang and walked towards the gate with a smile.

His demeanor was natural and gentle, no different from when he chatted with the villagers before.

When he reached the gate, he looked at the villagers who looked like zombies, smiled gently and said, "Everyone...what can I do for you?"

He really wasn't nervous.

As a psychological counselor, Lin Wang could easily see that although these villagers in front of him had strange shapes and scary looks, they were...

Throughout the entire process of moving forward, they were always trying to restrain themselves. They lowered their hands, tightened their necks, but at the same time, they tried to raise their heads and open their eyes, looking intently at Lin Wang and the others.

Although they can't make expressions, they still try hard to use their eyes to convey their kindness to everyone!

Just like a puppy at home, after being beaten by its owner, it will still tuck its tail between its legs and express its emotions with its eyes!

These villagers... have no ill intentions.

But the strange thing is...how did they gather together?
Shouldn't they have died and turned into mechanical puppets, repeating endless "performances"?

A tall and strong male villager with a cloud of mist around his neck staggered out of the mist and came in front of Lin Wang.

He raised his head stiffly and opened his mouth to make a few "ah" sounds.

"I...please...help...kill..."

His expression was stiff, and he gestured with his hands for a long time, but he still couldn't clearly express his purpose.

… They are already very stiff and their language skills are almost gone.

Lin Wang's heart moved, and he turned around and shouted, "Lao Gu! I need your help!"

Gu Shuochuan came over: "What do you want me to do?"

"You are from the Mist Tribe, and your attributes are similar to these villagers... I need you to act as a transit point, connecting my consciousness with the villagers' ritual."

"That way, I can figure out what they're trying to say."

Gu Shuochuan was stunned: "You want to connect your consciousness with so many villagers?"

"Any questions?"

The Mist Tribe member's expression was moved: "Brother Lin, your consciousness alone is connected to so many people...what if those cultists take the opportunity to attack you?"

"Don't worry." Lin Wang grinned, "If something like that really happens... the prey will definitely not be me."

Gu Shuochuan was silent for a few seconds, then said solemnly, "When this matter is over, I will return to my tribe and announce your deeds to all the members. Brother Lin, you will be a good friend to all the members of the Wu tribe from now on."

"Thank you." Lin Wang smiled at Gu Shuochuan and patted his shoulder: "Azhi."

"Azhi understands!"

The paper girl swung out dozens of paper strips, one of which was wrapped around Gu Shuochuan's wrist, and the rest were wrapped around the villagers' wrists.

The last one was wrapped around Lin Wang’s head.

Lin Wang silently took off the paper tape on his head and wrapped it around his hand: "Let's get started."

"Oh."

The paper girl gestured quickly with her hands a few times, and Gu Shuochuan suddenly felt his vision darken, and then countless streams of consciousness surged through his mind like waves.

But as Lin Wang said, he only played the role of "auxiliary frequency tuning". These wave-like consciousnesses only passed through his consciousness space and did not cause too much burden on him.

Afterwards, these consciousnesses surged and violently into Lin Wang's consciousness.

Lin Wang closed his eyes.

He felt like he was sitting on a meadow at night, surrounded by hundreds of fireflies, and now these fireflies were talking to him.

[Hello, Northlander.] "Who are you?"

【I am a member of the Mist Tribe.】

"Which Mist Clan member?"

"It doesn't matter. We're already dead. You can understand me as speaking on behalf of everyone, or you can understand me as... the collective of all the Mist Tribe members before you."

"How did you break free from the sandbox?"

[This is thanks to you. When your white fire form appeared, it disrupted the operation of the sandbox, allowing us to take the opportunity to break free... Of course, only partially.]

[Before entering the dream, we were already controlled by the cultists. In fact, we were already dead at that time.]

[But the sandbox requires a living consciousness, so we are like spirits trapped in bodies, immortal and indestructible.]

[Until your burst of white fire affected the sandbox, we had a chance to reclaim the controller of a part of the body.]

Lin Wang nodded: "I see. Do you want me to save you?"

No, we want to resist.

The voice in his consciousness was a little unexpected to Lin Wang.

"Resist?"

The Fog Tribe has always been in resistance. We fight the Fog Spirits, enter the fog, and search for our homeland... Every Fog Tribe member has the blood of resistance flowing in their veins.

We hate oppression and slavery.

[As long as there is a one in ten thousand chance, we will struggle and resist.]

[So, the moment you turned into white fire, our entire village, without exception, all regained control of their bodies!]

There was a hint of pride in that voice when he said this.

These cultists would never have imagined that the puppets they controlled, the ants they regarded as mere ants, could have such a huge rage of resistance!

[Northerners! Please! Lead us to battle!]

We are dead, but our power remains! The power of the Mist Tribe, the power of the dawn and dusk, remains within us!

"Take them! Take them! Then you can burn this village down, and burn us down with it!"

【Afterwards, use our strength to defeat those cultists and help us complete the counterattack! 】

[Northerners, go ahead, burn us to death and take our power—this is the gift you deserve.]

The voice was loud and trembling. Lin Wang could hear from the voice that it contained the emotions of all the villagers, their joy and anger.

These people... resisted until their death... so brave.

Lin Wang took a deep breath.

"I reject."

After he finished speaking, the voices of the Mist Tribe fell silent for a long time.

[Why, the power of hundreds of Mist Tribe members, don’t you want to obtain it?]

"Because if I kill you for power, I'll be no different than those cultists."

"Northerners, we don't understand. We are already dead."

"I am a layman of the burial department. No one understands life and death better than me."

The voice trembled.

[Northerner, are you saying that you have a way to save us?]

"It's a pity that I can't save all of you." Lin Wang said truthfully, "Your vitality has indeed been exhausted."

"But," he changed the subject, "thank you yourselves. Your previous resistance has allowed some 'vitality' to surge back into you."

"Under such circumstances, with proper operation and a certain degree of risk-taking, I am confident that I can rescue some of you."

The voices of the Mist Clan fell silent for a moment.

"Northerners, we are of course happy to have the chance to survive, but I still don't understand. You clearly have the opportunity to obtain all our power. That is an enormous fortune..."

Lin Wang interrupted the Mist Tribe member: "Where we are, malicious plunderers are never respected—they'll be called capitalists."

We understand.

"So, are you willing to take the risk?"

Our ancestors experienced great adventures when they entered the mist—the Mist Tribe are never afraid of taking risks.

There was even a hint of humor in this voice:

【What's more, this is an adventure of returning to the human world from the world of the dead. 】

(End of this chapter)