diskusbooks Chapter 244 Dream Bag
Chapter 244 Dream Bag
Chapter 244 Dream Bag
Xiao Han handed the talisman to the green figure behind him: "Take these and distribute them!"
"Your Highness, please keep one for self-defense." Qingying took out a card and handed it back to Xiao Han.
Xiao Han showed no intention of taking it, so Qing Tong pulled Qing Ying over and tapped him on the head.
"Idiot..." He grabbed the talismans and began distributing them.
Qingzhou, Qingyang, Qingshan, and Qingying, one for each of the four people.
“Miss Dragon,” Bronze asked, “this entrance is covered with so many threads that we have nowhere to step. Shouldn’t we climb over the wall next to it?”
The silk threads not only covered the steps at the entrance, but some of them were also suspended in mid-air.
"It's alright, even if you run into them, it won't matter."
Long Chuqing reached out and touched a silk thread that passed by her. The thread passed through her palm but did not break. When she put her hand down, the thread was still steadily suspended in mid-air.
Seeing this, Qingsong also reached out to try it and found that it was indeed the case. Even the silk threads extending on the ground did not change when stepped on.
"Your Highness, I will go ahead to scout the way." Qingsong volunteered to walk in front, and Qingtong followed him.
"These two guys didn't bring any talismans, they're pretty bold," said Long Chuqing, who was walking behind.
“If we’re talking about the boldest one, it has to be you,” Xiao Han said. “Other girls are terrified of the dark, especially in this dilapidated temple in the middle of nowhere.”
"You're something else. Not only are you not afraid, but you also wanted to come alone. If it were any other woman, she would probably be terrified by now."
Long Chuqing smiled and said, "I'm just a rough man, that's how I am. I can't compare to those young ladies!"
Xiao Han said in a low and gentle voice, "You're not a boor."
He glanced at Long Chuqing beside him and saw that she looked calm and composed, without the slightest fear or nervousness.
Xiao Han thought to himself: If it were any other woman, she would definitely be clinging to the arm of the man beside her, looking pitiful and frightened, seeking protection.
He imagined what Long Chuqing would look like when she was scared. She would grab his arm, her beautiful, pitiful eyes looking at him, and say, "Xiao Han, I'm scared."
He would tenderly pull her into his arms, giving her a sense of security, and then gently comfort her, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Thinking of this, Xiao Han lowered his eyes, a faint smile appearing on his lips.
Qingsong gently pushed open the half-broken wooden door, and with a loud "bang," the door collapsed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
The sound also pulled Xiao Han back from his reverie. He sighed softly. Chu Qing probably wouldn't have been able to act so shy and demure if she dared to venture into the dilapidated temple alone at night. But there are countless women in the world, and this was truly her.
Qingzhou, who was walking behind, was startled by the noise. He patted his chest and muttered, "You scared me."
"Cough cough cough..." Qingsong waved away the dust that rose in front of him and the cobwebs that clung to his body.
"This dilapidated temple must have been uninhabited for a long time, the spider webs are so thick."
They stepped through the scattered silk threads and broken tiles into the front courtyard, which was a small temple with a main hall at the front and a small hut on each side, both now dilapidated. Weeds sprouted from the cracks in the blue bricks in the courtyard.
The incense burner in the center of the courtyard was covered with patina, and the accumulated ash inside, mixed with rainwater, had turned into a pool of murky black liquid.
Beside the ancient tree on the west side is a well, covered with damp moss.
The half-rotten plaque hanging on the beams and pillars of the main hall has faded to a bluish-gray color, showing signs of imminent collapse. On each side of the eaves hangs a copper bell, swaying back and forth in the night wind and making a crisp sound.
They could clearly see that the blue-glowing threads came from the main hall, and they were wriggling as if they were absorbing nutrients.
Moonlight slanted down through the hole in the dome, revealing that the golden statue of the Bodhisattva was no longer on the altar; only faded strips of cloth and peeling plaques hung on either side, covered with cobwebs and thick dust.
Qingsong Qingtong drew his sword from his waist, took out a tinderbox, and prepared to go inside.
"Wait... come back first." Long Chuqing called out to them. She and Fei Feng Feng Yu could sense a strong demonic aura inside.
They made quite a commotion when they came in; the dream demon probably noticed them long ago. It's best to be careful.
Qingsong Qingtong retreated as instructed. After all, among the people present, Long Chuqing was the most knowledgeable about demons, so listening to her was the right thing to do.
They all felt a tense and oppressive atmosphere. The dark temple in front of them, coupled with the eerie threads, made them realize that they were now very close to the dream demon.
"Why don't you all wait outside? I'll go in," Long Chuqing said to the group.
Xiao Han sternly refused: "No, I'll go in with you."
“I’m not afraid, I’ll go too,” Qingsong said.
“Me too.” Qing Tong and Qing Shan raised their hands at the same time.
Aoyama thought to himself: Tonight is the night to see monsters, how can I miss the chance for adventure? Besides, he has an exorcism talisman! There's nothing to be afraid of.
"Alright, Qingzhou, Qingying, and Qingyang, the three of you stay outside and keep watch. The rest of you, come in with us."
"Yes..." everyone responded.
Qingzhou secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want to enter this dark temple; it was terrifying. He pressed the exorcism talisman in his pocket even tighter.
Long Chuqing stepped into the main hall first, followed by Xiao Han, with the others close behind.
Bronze took out a tinderbox and lit the half-burnt candle on the offering table. The candlelight gradually brightened, illuminating much of the dark space.
The room was filled with a musty, stale smell and a sweet, cloying fragrance. Long Chuqing recognized that the fragrance was somewhat similar to the one he had smelled in the mass grave.
They found nothing suspicious in the front hall except for the dilapidated altar and two tattered prayer cushions on the ground. They walked around the altar and headed to the back hall.
As soon as they stepped into the inner hall, the expressions of the group changed drastically, all shocked by the scene before them, except for Long Chuqing, who remained calm.
Looking up, one could see countless spheres emitting blue light hanging densely above the dome. Upon closer inspection, they were all made of luminous threads intertwined together.
These spherical shapes, varying in color, resemble cocoons the size of eggs.
Beside these glowing cocoons, several skeletons, wrapped in rags, hung upside down from the roof beams, connected by fluorescent blue threads piercing through their skulls.
“These are the dream bags woven by the dream demons after absorbing the dreams of the people,” Long Chuqing said. “The darker ones are the dream bags of those who are in a deep sleep.”
"This, is this the dream bag?" Xiao Han said softly.
Faced with the eerie atmosphere before them, the group's expressions became tense.
After all, it's hard not to be wary when something so illusory appears before their eyes.
"Qingqing, be careful," Fengyu reminded her. "That dream demon should be hiding around these spheres."
As soon as Feng Yu finished speaking, several threads shot towards their heads from the dome above.
Seeing this, Long Chuqing quickly raised his whip, shaking off all the silk threads. The shaken threads were embedded heavily in the walls and wooden beams, making several dull sounds, and the dust around the temple was also shaken up.