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When the lights were on, a figure walked through the crowded street and stepped into the deserted forest.

The figure stood in front of the tree, pressing the bark lightly with his palm, conveying some kind of message.

After a while, Huai Ling's face appeared on the rough bark, and said expressionlessly: If I remember correctly, the account between us has been settled.

Count I owe you once.

Mosi clone said hoarsely: I want to know what the nightmare has stolen from me.

This question should not have been asked to Huai Ling, but to the Academy.

But the head of the mountain was not there, and Li Ang's authority alone was not enough to touch the bronze box, let alone take it away for research.

After listening to Li Ang's confusion, Huai Ling was silent for a moment, and said coldly, Can you completely destroy a porcelain vase?

This question was inexplicable and sudden, Li Ang froze in place, What?

A porcelain bottle, if it is dropped on the ground, will form fragments. A piece of porcelain, if it is ground, will still have porcelain powder. No matter how finely the porcelain powder is ground, it still has weight. It will not disappear completely.

Huai Ling calmly said: It is not easy even for a nightmare to steal or erase something that originally existed in the world - it has been designed and sealed in a bronze box for thousands of years by Mohist monks, and its strength is far inferior to forward,

So much so that after waking up, it still needs to use the low-level method of ghost domain to absorb the source.

In contrast, it is much easier to plant a false impression that you have lost something.

You probably didn't lose what you already had. The reason why you think you have lost something is an illusion imposed on you by the nightmare before your death.

If you never have it, you will never lose it.

Mosi's avatar walked on the streets of the city, Huai Ling's words seemed to echo in her ears.

Before I knew it, I came to the Jinchengfang mansion.

Since the new mansion in Furongyuan is spacious enough to accommodate all the relatives and friends attending the wedding banquet,

Therefore, in this old house that was scheduled to be idle, there was no banquet, and it was still quiet.

Mosi clone paused for a moment, formed a key with her fingertips, unlocked the door, pushed the door and entered.

The flower beds in the garden were overgrown with weeds because they had not been taken care of for too long. The dustpan and broom in the corner were covered with cobwebs, and the bamboo poles used as drying racks were left with traces of water stains and dried up.

Mosi walked into the kitchen alone, and there were exquisite porcelain bowls and plates in the cupboard.

There was a long silence, Mosi's avatar split in place, one life became two, two became four, four became eight, and turned into a black and ink-like hollowed-out human silhouette.

Some avatars went to the flower beds to cut weeds and clean up the dust;

Some went to the warehouse to dig out firewood, light the stove, and wash rice for cooking;

Some went to the study room to sort out drafts and waste paper and store scattered books.

These household chores are common and ordinary, but Li Ang does them very slowly. Just like when he was still in Weizhou, his parents had just died, and he was learning to live alone.

Ding Ling clattered.

The sound of trivial housework echoed in the mansion, trying to create a lively atmosphere. However, none of the lights were turned on, and there was no voice, which added a bit of depression,

Tread Tread.

Li Ang silently climbed up to the second floor, came to the bedroom, and lay on the bed sideways. Opposite is a lonely wall, nothing.

Obviously it was the same as in memory, why on earth would I feel sad?

Li Ang closed his eyes, and all the silhouettes stopped moving, turned into liquid, passed through the gaps in the planks to the second floor, and became one.

The wedding was still going on, amidst the melodious sound of silk and bamboo, the ladies of the court opened the curtain with golden branches, and Li Leling walked out of the green cottage slowly, stepping on the embroidered felt carpet.

The phoenix crown she wears on her head is made of gold threads, threads, and beads to outline patterns such as phoenixes and lotuses.

Agate, pearl, amber, turquoise, water essence... all kinds of gemstones are inlaid with exquisite techniques. Sway and sway with your stride.

The maids exchanged felt blankets to pave the way for her.

At the end of the road, the Emperor Yu and the Empress, who were sitting in the first seat, looked at their married daughter with satisfaction, and lightly held their palms together.

Aunt Song, who was sitting on the side, who was the man's parent, also concealed the sadness of the previous day and smiled gratifiedly.

Li Ang stood at the end of the felt blanket, and countless fireworks bloomed in the night sky. Li Leling approached him nervously but firmly.

Senior Sister Sui?

A senior student staying behind at the academy looked at Sui Yi who appeared on the Chueyun Lake in amazement, Didn't you go to Princess Guanghua's wedding today?

Sui Yi, or Mosi's avatar disguised as Sui Yi, who successfully passed the ban and sneaked into the palace with the patrol jade pendant, waved his hand, There is something urgent at the moment, come back. I'll go first.

Mosi clone hurriedly left Chuiyun Lake and came to Dongjun Building. Taking a deep breath, he stepped into the building.

hum!

The screen wall in front of the hall suddenly lit up red the moment Mosi's clone appeared.

Misty clouds and mist engraved on the screen wall are rapidly rotating, changing, and gloomy, brewing boundless wind and thunder.

Mosi's avatar was forced to stop, and an unprecedented sense of destruction came over him, as if the thunder of the whole world was hanging above his head.

Ding.

At the moment when Shadow Wall Thunder was about to tear apart the potential threat, the second jade pendant hanging on the side of Mosi's avatar quietly spun.

This is the jade pendant presented by Shan Chang a long time ago, and there is a protective talisman inside.

Perhaps because of the detection of a familiar aura, the red light on the screen wall suddenly paused, then slowly dimmed and returned to normal.

Did you pass it?

If Mosi's avatar had the function of sweat glands, it would already be sweating profusely by now. Immediately took a deep breath and stepped into the building.

Dongjun Building was still deserted and quiet, the old monk who looked more like a puppet than a living person sat behind the table, holding a book in his hand, with his eyes closed, his head was hesitating.

Mosi clone walked lightly, went deep into the floor, and found the storage room.

The wooden door of the storage room was ajar, and there were dust, brooms and other tools on the shelves, but there was no oil lamp that Li Ang wanted, only a white candle.

Tread.

Footsteps were faintly heard in the distance, and two members of the Supervision Department wearing masked cone hats walked slowly.

Sui Yi is also affiliated with the Supervisory Department, so once they meet, they will definitely strike up a conversation. It's too easy to break.

The arrow was on the string and had to be fired. Li Ang immediately took the candle, lit the candle, and dodged into the spiral downward stone staircase next to the storage room.

sand--

The ubiquitous coldness and darkness immediately surged from all directions, instantly obliterating the back road.

The flame of the candle in Li Ang's hand was attacked by the darkness, shaking violently.

He immediately protected the flames. According to the servant Ati, in this spiral staircase, the path is not determined by the space, but the space is determined by the brightness of the oil lamp.

Once the lights go out, it's time to plunge into uncharted territory. Even death is a luxury.

However, candles are not as stable as oil lamps after all,

As the wax oil continues to melt, the flames also fluctuate,

Small whispers sounded in the darkness, countless gaps were cracked on the cold stone wall, and scarlet eyeballs passed through the gaps, staring at Li Ang who was walking down.

The doors embedded in the wall also sensed abnormalities.

Perhaps because it was a candle rather than an oil lamp,

Perhaps it is because the person holding the candle is a foreign alien,

Maybe both,

The door leaves of different materials and models kept shaking and trembling, making a muffled thundering sound.

Some wooden doors are distorted and deformed, showing hideous faces,

A cloth door curtain was even half opened, and hundreds of inhuman bones protruded from it, grabbing at Li Ang, but he narrowly avoided it.

The white bones rushing out of the door curtain seemed to be some kind of signal, and the things imprisoned in each room became more restless, constantly hitting the door and the stone wall.

There was a dense cracking sound of unknown things coming from above the stairs, and then a dazzling red light lit up on the upper side of the stairs.

Li Ang didn't have time to look back, he held the candle in his left hand, protected the flame with his right hand, and rushed down.

The candle has been half burned, and the wax oil keeps dripping, forming candle tears.

Finally, Room 1024 arrived.

Li Ang stopped, his fingertips transformed into the shape of the key he had seen before, inserted into the door lock, and turned it.

click.

The wooden door opened, and a cool breeze came in.

Li Ang dodged to hide in the room, and slammed the door shut, blocking the chasing unknown red light from the door.

One second, two seconds, all right.

Before he could hesitate, Li Ang let go of the doorknob, blew out the candles, turned around and ran wildly, and rushed to the giant silverfish in the middle of the vast basement.

The giant beetle, which is about the size of a blue whale and covered with golden threads, is lazily eating the pile of books in front of it, indifferent to the appearance of outsiders.

Li Ang held the patrol jade pendant in his hand, climbed up the ladder, and put his hand on Xixian's head.

The gold wires around the surface of Xixian's body curled up automatically, covering the palm, and a complicated interface instantly appeared in front of his eyes.

Tell me, the location of the bronze box where the nightmare is held at this moment.

Li Ang conveyed his thoughts, and the numerous and complicated items in front of him, like stars, quickly dissipated, and finally only one message remained.

The first-class monster, nightmare, number 19, has been contained.

The storage location is the top floor of the teaching building, Shanchang's study.

Containment equipment, ancient and difficult glazed cabinets.

The handler is Xi Yangyu.

brush.

Li Ang withdrew his palm, stepped on the ground, lit the candle again, and rushed out of the room.

This time, he finally saw the source of the red light—

Countless scarlet eyes grew out of the cracks in the stone wall.

Eyeballs rolled around, focusing on Li Ang and the candle in his hand.

Slap.

One eye blinked, and the skin on Li Ang's left cheek disappeared instantly.

The cut surface is incredibly smooth, revealing the pale gums beneath the skin.

Slap.

Another eye blinked, Li Ang's right foot disappeared out of thin air, and his body leaned to the right.

Pat clap clack clack.

Countless scarlet eyes blinked, making a dense sound like a flock of birds flapping their wings,

Li Ang was instantly riddled with holes as if he had suffered Ling Chi, and he was on the verge of falling.

At the moment when Mosi's avatar was about to die, the mountain long jade pendant carried by her waist was activated by itself, and an invisible force spread out, forcibly resisting the scarlet eyes, preventing them from closing.

Puff puff puff.

Mosi's avatar immediately produced silk thread, healed the injury, took a big stride, rushed out of the stairs, and returned to the surface.

The two members of the supervisory department were no longer there. Li Ang stuffed the half-remaining candles back into the corner of the cabinet in the storage room, and walked out of Dongjun Building quickly.

Come to the shadow of the trees on the bank of Chuiyun Lake, and look across the lake to the top floor of the teaching building.

In the head of the mountain's office, the lights were on.

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Record, the two hundred and ninety-first experiment.

Xi Yangyu's soliloquy echoed in the room. He was sitting on a chair with a square box made of glass placed in front of him.

Through the complex and delicate arms inside the box, you can play with more than a dozen pieces of bronze boxes, large and small, at the bottom of the glass box.

I have used a second-level heterogeneous Mohist ruler numbered 285 to test the fragments of the bronze box, and there is no special reaction.

While talking, Xi Yangyu released his mind power, controlled the pen and paper on the table next to him, and took notes.

Um?

Noticing the reflection of the glazed box in front of him, he stopped his movements, turned around and looked back, only to see Shan Zhang Lian Xuanxiao appearing in the corridor.

The head of the mountain?

Xi Yangyu let go of his technical arm, opened the door of the study, and asked doubtfully, Why did you come back from Mobei?

The matter is settled, come back and have a look.

Lian Xuanxiao spoke calmly, glanced at the glass box, and said lightly: How is the research going?

It's not going well.

Xi Yangyu shook his head and said: The fragments of the bronze box do contain the breath of nightmares, but these breaths are scattered and fragile.

I asked Dr. Zhang Liang and the others to investigate the Mohist inscriptions inside the box, and the results they got were also very strange—the Mohist group who made this box at the beginning believed that the nightmare could not be killed.

Lian Xuanxiao's tone changed, Oh?

This is the result of the translation of the inscription, take a look.

With a wave of Xi Yangyu's palm, the cabinet in the corner of the study opened automatically, and a scroll flew out from it.

Xi Yangyu opened the scroll and explained: The group of Mohists have carefully investigated every area with legends of nightmares, and studied every piece of oracle bone that recorded nightmares since the Yin and Shang Dynasties. They came to a conclusion.

Nightmare tapirs are not monsters, and they are far from demons. It is more like some kind of natural law without self-will.

As long as there are people alive and people dreaming, the nightmare will not die.

The ancients in the Yin and Shang Dynasties were the first to discover the nightmare, and regarded it as a demon god, allowing the nightmare to exert its power, modify reality, and bless the weather with good weather.

However, those who play with reality will suffer backlash. Hundreds of years of enshrining have given birth to the Nightmare Tapir's self-awareness, breaking the shackles that bound it, and destroying the kingdom where it was imprisoned.

The Mohists were deeply afraid of its power, and designed to seal it up and exile it to a dead and deserted island in the windless belt of the endless sea. It is hoped that as long as the time is long enough, the nightmare can be refined and let it return to a state of no self-awareness.

Xi Yangyu paused, and said: Their plan may have succeeded, according to the current test results, the nightmare and the bronze box have been integrated into one.

Restoring the bronze box will imprison the nightmare again. And crushing the fragments of the bronze box will allow the Nightmare Tapir to break free from the shackles of the entity and escape again.

In other words, we currently cannot find a way to safely control the nightmare for our use.