I have a Tantric panel

Open your eyes.

What came into view was a corridor that seemed to stretch on forever.

Even though the light is not visible, light is still emanating from it in the air.

"here it is……"

Xia En raised an eyebrow and glanced down.

It is your own body.

Hands, toes, body shape... all the features match.

She was still wearing the same clothes she wore before going to bed.

But there's an indescribable sense of "illusion," as if it's hidden in the fog.

This feeling is somewhat similar to my previous experiences when I entered the painting, yet it's also quite different.

"Could it be a dream?"

Xia En thought to herself, "But it's probably not my dream."

He turned to look around the corridor.

The corridor's floors and ceilings are made of very precious wood, and the decor exudes a luxurious feel.

It looks like a corridor in a noble mansion.

The portraits hanging on both sides prove this point.

Xia En walked closer to one of the paintings.

The man in the painting is wearing a suit and holding a cane; he is a typical aristocratic man.

For some reason, the man's face in the painting was blacked out, making it impossible to see his original appearance.

A bronze plaque is fixed to the bottom of the picture frame.

The handwriting was neat but cold, and the paint had faded to an old gold.

Sir Charles Harrison

【1782—1859】

Fortis in fide

("Strength comes from faith")

"Harrison?"

Xia En was taken aback at first, then immediately remembered.

Clara's full name is Clara Harrison, isn't it?

So, this is Clara's dream?

But how did I end up in her dream?

Xia En quickly thought of the new ability unlocked by [Passion (1)] -

[Entering the Dream]

This seems to be the only reasonable explanation.

But why Clara?

Surely he couldn't have barged in just because he thought of her?

Reflecting on his interactions with Clara today and comparing them to his usual interactions, Shane murmured thoughtfully.

"The painting? Which painting?"

This morning, Clara saw the painting he had made and seemed to be moved by it.

And coincidentally, that painting was one that I created with great passion.

If at that time, they formed some kind of spiritual connection through this painting.

Then tonight's "entering the dream" can be explained.

Although it is still in the speculative stage and has not yet been verified.

But at least, the logic is sound.

Suppressing his distracting thoughts, Xia En looked into the depths of the corridor.

Come here.

Are we just supposed to watch?

Moreover, if it's a dream, it should be able to do some things that are impossible in reality.

He started walking and walked forward down the corridor.

"Waaah... Mommy..."

They had only taken two steps when a low sob drifted over.

"Mom, where are you...?"

It was a child's voice, still quite young.

This environment is quite frightening.

Xia En has always been very bold; not only was he unafraid, he quickened his pace.

Not long after, he saw a little girl squatting in the corner.

"Who are you? What are you doing in my house?"

Hearing footsteps, the little girl suddenly raised her head and stared at Shane with a hint of wariness.

Her hair was soft gold, her eyes were jewel-red, and her cheeks still had baby fat.

It's Clara.

However, it's a younger version of Clara.

She was small in stature, still a tiny little radish, even smaller than Eileen.

He looks to be around ten years old.

Shane wasn't too surprised by this.

It's just a dream, so it's normal for Clara to appear in any form.

He muttered to himself.

So this is what that young lady looked like when she was a child?

She's... kind of cute?

While thinking, Xia En said, "I'm here to help you find your mother. Don't you want to know where your mother is?"

Perhaps the kindness emanating from Xia En didn't seem fake, or perhaps the young girl was just easier to fool.

The wariness on her face vanished instantly, replaced by delight.

"Really? Can you take me to my mother?"

At this time, Clara was a true little white flower.

Those innocent eyes made Xia En feel a little guilty.

But we have to lie even if it's necessary.

Consider this your punishment for me using supernatural items.

Xia En smiled and said, "Of course."

"But you have to tell me first what happened to your mother."

He had just realized that this was an excellent opportunity to learn about Clara's hidden story.

If something is beneficial for acquiring Soul Points, then do it!

Clara twisted her fingers together and hesitated for a while.

"Alright then, but you have to keep your word."

"Don't worry at all."

Soon, little Clara began to tell her story about her mother.

Children have poor expressive abilities and speak haltingly. Xia En quickly pieced together the events in his mind and roughly understood what had happened:

One day, Clara's mother received a painting.

She loved that painting so much that she would admire it for three or four hours every day and even hung it above her bed when she slept.

And gradually...

Little Clara discovers that her mother has changed.

She began to mutter to herself while looking at the canvas and started making strange gestures in front of the mirror.

At night, when I lie in bed, I curl up into a ball.

In the girl's words.

Its posture was like that of a moth in its cocoon.

At the same time, the mother's possessiveness over the painting grew stronger, and she wouldn't allow anyone in the family to touch it, not even Clara.

The mother's attitude toward little Clara also grew increasingly cold.

I no longer hugged her, kissed her, or combed her hair, and I no longer told her stories to lull her to sleep.

The day after that.

Mom is missing!

Her father said she was sick and needed to go somewhere to rest.

Even so, little Clara still wanted to see her mother, which is why she came here alone.

Xia En stroked his chin thoughtfully.

The little girl's description reminded him of "the magic of art."

Her mother's symptoms were very similar to those of someone "possessed by a demon".

It's as if he was corrupted by the filth in that painting, leading him to madness.

From this perspective, it was actually the right thing to do to let Clara go to Aurora to solve the problem.

But there's still one problem with the story.

Could Clara's father, the head of the Harrison family, really be completely unaware?

Xia En has looked into it.

The Harrison family is one of the top families in the capital, having once married into the royal family. They have a deep-rooted history and extensive connections.

Even if such a family isn't behind the scenes, they should at least have some understanding of the inner workings of the inner workings.

How could this patriarch allow his wife to view a dangerous painting?

To put it another way...

He should have immediately found the relevant people to resolve the issue after the situation worsened.

I have a feeling... his reaction was a beat slow?

However, the information Shane obtained was only partial, and it is too early to draw conclusions.

"Big brother, I've finished talking. Can you take me to find my mom now?"

Little Clara opened her big eyes, her ruby ​​pupils sparkling with anticipation.

"Let's go now."

Xia En gently rubbed her little head.

"Don't touch my head, it'll stunt my growth!"

"Okay, okay, I got it."

The little girl naturally reached out and took Xia En's big hand.

In the seemingly endless corridor, the two walked forward, their shadows, one large and one small, stretched out long.

Time passed slowly.

Suddenly, a rustling sound reached my ears.

Xia En stopped in his tracks.

That's the sound of insects flapping their wings.