I was speechless for a long time after being choked by the ink-stained words.
There was a long silence.
Unable to bear the deathly silence any longer, I couldn't help but ask, "Danmo?"
"..."
I'm starting to feel uneasy about Ranmo's sudden silence.
"Ranmo? Are you still there?" I pounded my chest and continued to call out to him as if calling for his soul.
"Here~" Ranmo's lazy voice echoed in my heart.
"You said if I shouted for help, maybe someone would hear me if I was lucky?"
There's nothing I can do; he's the only one here who can talk to me, and I can only talk to him.
"Let's not even talk about whether anyone is passing by in this desolate place. Even if someone is passing by, if a cry for help comes from a grave, let alone help them, wouldn't it scare them so much that they would run away?" Ranmo said bluntly.
"That's true. Are we just supposed to wait to die like this?"
"I have a plan," Ranmo thought to himself, surprisingly calmly.
"Tell me about it?"
"Have you ever heard of dream spirits sending messages in dreams in the dream world?" Ranmo continued.
“I’ve heard of it, but those of us with abundant spiritual power never dream. However… I think I had a dream before you woke me up!”
"That's right. The Dream Realm is a world where the Dream God temporarily shelters and protects mortals' souls and spirits from being disturbed and dissipated by demons and monsters from the outside world when they are resting. For a soul like yours that has cultivated and has abundant spiritual power, the Dream Realm gate will be temporarily opened for you only when your soul has cracks or is in crisis."
The ink wash story unfolds gently and vividly.
I heard about this from Uncle Mountain God.
Because the dream world is another vast world that is not within the Five Elements, yet is extremely similar to the world within the Five Elements.
I didn't expect that this ink dyer knew so much.
"Do you think the people you meet in your dreams are real?"
I've heard that the people and events experienced and encountered in the dream world are a mix of truth and falsehood, and it's hard to tell what's real and what's not.
"That's because the Dream Realm also takes in some lonely ghosts whose three souls and six spirits are incomplete. They rely on the spiritual power in the memory orbs left behind by mortal souls in the Dream Realm to repair their own souls."
Sometimes, they weave dream memory beads representing different emotions like joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, and fear for these mortal souls to mend their incomplete three souls and six spirits. Only after the soul is fully repaired can it not disappear and enter the cycle of reincarnation.
"So that's how it is. How did you know all this?" I asked, suddenly realizing.
"Because I intend to be nurtured by you until I have enough spiritual power to open the gate to the Dream Realm and repair my soul there! And once I'm in the Dream Realm, my blood pact with you will automatically dissolve, so I don't have to worry about you dying before me and dragging me down with you to my death!"
My lips twitched: "You really know how to scheme!"
"There's no other way; everyone looks out for themselves," Ranmo said calmly.
Well, that makes sense, but now we're in the same boat.
"But getting back to the point, how do I get to the Dream Realm? You just said that the memories of mortal souls in the Dream Realm are collected by the Dream Spirits there. She doesn't remember anything after I appeared in her dream. What should I do?" I pressed.
"Those memory orbs left behind by the souls of weak mortals in the dream world are generally considered by dream spirits to lack spiritual energy and are often disdainful of being collected."
Especially for those who don't have much time left.
"You can send a message to those kinds of people in your dreams. If you're lucky, they might help you! As for how to get to the dream world, I can teach you the incantation to go there..." Ranmo said earnestly.
That's a good idea.
He did it without hesitation.
Under Ranmo's guidance, he taught me some incantations for entering a dream state.
According to him.
Those weak mortals will display a dark clover mark on their foreheads when they are in the dream world. The darker the clover, the clearer they remember all the people and events they encountered in their dreams, and all the words spoken.
Furthermore, you need to find someone who lives relatively close to her grave; otherwise, someone too far away will not only be unable to help but may also be scolded.
Soon, following the method taught by Ranmo, I indeed entered a dream.
I've heard that in dreams, people with powerful spiritual energy like me can control and dominate their own dream world, and even use magic to fly and escape.
In my dream, I found myself near a city I knew well.
I soared happily and triumphantly through the sky, enjoying the freedom that magic had given me in the long time.
While searching for the person Ranmo mentioned.
Finally, not far from my grave, I saw a woman in purple robes with a black mark on her forehead playing a guqin under a pavilion.
The melody that played was melodious and flowing, yet it was also mixed with a strange sadness.
I stood not far away with my hands behind my back, completely absorbed in the scene, unable to pull myself away for a long time.
This woman's demeanor and mannerisms suggest she is from a well-to-do family.
"Clap clap! This tune is really good!" I clapped my hands, looking at him with admiration and eagerness.
The woman was so startled by my sudden intrusion into her world that a string on her violin snapped.
I approached the woman with a grin, first bowing and apologizing, then briefly recounting my ordeal to her.
I hope she can help me out tomorrow; I will be eternally grateful.
Having a dream that appears to you is very draining on your energy.
I spoke with the woman for a short while before waking up from my dream.
I don't know if it will actually work.
Whether it works or not depends on whether she comes tomorrow.
The next day, I didn't see the woman come out to save me for a long time.
Just when I felt my hope was about to be dashed.
I could faintly hear people talking outside.
A short while later, a beam of light suddenly appeared from the coffin I was in, almost blinding me.
I raised my arm to cover my eyes, blocking out the intense light.
He climbed out of the coffin, muttering to himself, "Thank God someone finally came to save me!"
The person who opened the coffin was so terrified when I crawled out that he wet himself, pointing at me and exclaiming, "A ghost!"
Then he turned around and ran away, tumbling and crawling.
Only after I stood up could I see the burial items in the coffin.
There were also countless silver coins, gleaming in the sunlight. Most importantly, the flower from my potted mountain god seal was also there!
I'm very satisfied with what this company has done.
"Did you appear in my dream and ask me to save you?" At that moment, a woman in a green dress, draped in a veil, gracefully approached.
Although I couldn't see the person's face clearly, I could still tell from her silhouette, clothing, demeanor, and speech that she was the woman I dreamed about yesterday.
"Benefactor! Great benefactor! How much money do you need? Take as much money as you like from my coffin."
You know, the dark, suffocating feeling inside the coffin is a nightmare I'll never forget.
The woman calmly walked forward, glanced into the coffin, and pointed to my single flower with great interest, saying, "This flower is quite special! I'd like to have it!"
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