It's Liao Zhai, not Cthulhu

They may have been dormant in the soil for three years, maybe seven years, and more likely 15 years. Under the prime factor, they can avoid competition with other cicadas.

But when they climb from the soil to the tree trunks to molt, their life is only a brief few months.

Within these few months, they will rapidly decline and die, and before they die, they also have to pass on their genetic factors within a limited time.

This is the instinct of life.

Therefore, in addition to the meanings of elegant poetry and picturesque and noisy summer music, "Cicadas" also

To cicadas, they are annoying spirits pumping out "deep communication" messages at full power [-]/[-].

In the ocean of courtship sounds, Qin Yuelou's six ears were full of complicated "in-depth communication" and related cicada's heartfelt voices.

It's just that in this huge and vast ocean, there is still a human saying that does not belong to this ocean,

Human speech is like a flat boat that will be overwhelmed by any wave.

Qin Yuelou followed the source of the sound, and he went deep into the dense forest. The tall and green trees were densely covered with cicadas of various colors.

For the arrival of the cook, the cicadas didn't feel panicked, and they didn't even care about it. They just sang courtship songs to themselves.

It seemed that there were invisible steps in front of him. Every time Qin Yuelou took a step, he would climb to a higher place in front of him, and finally stopped in the middle of a certain ancient tree.

It was a pure white cicada that was not at all different from other cicadas.

It doesn't have the texture of jade, but the whole body is pure white and clean, as if carved from falling snow.

The terrified white cicada made a sharper sound.

"Help me, save me, save me, can you understand me?" Bai Chan's singing conveyed such meaning to Qin Yuelou.

Qin Yuelou reached out and took the white cicada off the tree trunk, and gently placed it in the palm of his hand.

"Help, help." Bai Chan still yelled.

"Don't be afraid, nothing will happen." Qin Yuelou raised his hand, holding Bai Chan in line with his gaze.

"I don't know what happened, but suddenly I became a cicada, can you help me?"

"Are you male or female? Do you know the gender of your current body?"

"Little girl, I don't know, what does this have to do with me becoming a cicada?"

"Girl, the only cicadas that can sing are male cicadas...

So let me put it another way, in your personality, the male part is higher than the female part, in other words, are you... more inclined to mirror couples, marrying females? Where is Lang? "

"You! You! How do you know!" Bai Chan's voice was full of panic and embarrassment.

"It's just a little interpretation of dreams. It's not wrong to like women, just like there are men who like the same sex."

"Dream? What do you mean?" Bai Chan was puzzled with a little fear.

"Don't you understand? The chirping of cicadas around you is formed from your memory and your views on the people around you. In other words, those voices are gossip about you.

And I mean, here's your dream,

I just strayed into your dream while I was sleeping. "

Qin Yuelou said to Bai Chan. .

"Dream? How is it possible? How could I dream that I became a cicada?"

"Zhuang Sheng dreamed of a butterfly, did Zhuang Sheng dream of a butterfly, or did the butterfly dream of Zhuang Sheng? No one knows. If you want to change back into a human, you still need to wake up."

"No, how should I wake up, master?" Bai Chan asked Qin Yuelou expectantly, hoping that Qin Yuelou could help her.

"There is no concept of time in the dream. Your experience in the dream may be just a moment in the outside world, or it may be a whole night. But in the dream, your sense of time will be stretched. In other words, if someone from the outside If you wake up, you may have been here for decades, or even hundreds of thousands of years, although you may not remember it when you wake up, but there will always be some dreams left, but you have to experience it now."

"Ah? This...Master, can you let me wake up quickly?" Bai Chan asked with difficulty.

Qin Yuelou paused, and then spoke to Bai Chan in a leisurely manner.

"First of all, you have to remember that this is a dreamland. Unless you have corresponding spells or supernatural powers, your death in the dreamland will not be reflected in reality."

"What do you mean? Master?" Bai Chan asked Qin Yuelou, she sensed a trace of something bad.

"It will hurt a little bit." Qin Yuelou smiled, reassuring Bai Chan.

Just as Bai Chan was about to ask, Qin Yuelou's five fingers tightened abruptly. Several limbs leaking from between the fingers twitched crazily and struggled violently. The shell of the white cicada, but more of the softness of the abdomen, and the suppressed desperate shaking of the cicada's wings,

In the dream, the false vitality of the white cicada is suddenly passing away.

Viscous red slurry overflowed from the fingers and the palm like plasma, and the five fingers spread out, showing the white body of the cicada covered in blood.

The cicada's wings were broken and bent several times, and the pinched and deformed white cicada's body couldn't tell whether it was a carapace or a cicada's flesh and blood.

In the blink of an eye, this group of cicada corpses fell from Qin Yuelou's palm to the root of the dream tree.

It fell on the exposed root system, bounced off with a snap, and finally fell to the ground.

There was no more sound.

The chirping of cicadas around them also stopped, and then they fell from the tree trunks one after another, as if they had lost their vitality.

The corpses of the cicadas fell like raindrops, and each corpse seemed to pull down a little curtain, tearing apart the original complete dream, tearing it apart, and falling into pieces.

This is the collapse of the dream, and the fall of the dream.

When most of the dream of the white cicada fell, another dream appeared instead.

This is a vast land, but lifeless,

And in the middle of the land is a candy house where every child's eyes will shine. Qin Yuelou sat outside the candy house,

Before the dream world collapsed, Qin Yuelou beckoned, and then the white cicadas in the dream were miniaturized into individual golden cicadas, which were placed in a simple sea bowl.

The golden cicada is not a golden cicada. It also has a more widely known name, that is, Cicada monkey, which is a cicada that has not yet developed into an adult state.

The golden cicadas seemed to have been fried in boiling oil, exuding the aroma of oil, and there was also a shiny reflection on the golden cicada's body.

Sprinkled with a little salt to enhance the taste, and some other powders, Qin Yuelou twisted a fried golden cicada and put it in his mouth.

The flesh and blood tissue has long lost moisture, and the hard carapace has also become brittle. When chewing, it is hard to talk about the fragrance on the lips and teeth, but the powder is evenly attached to the fried golden cicada's carapace.

One flavor of red stew, one flavor of barbecue, one flavor of cucumber, and one flavor of lime.

Suck on any powder left on your fingertips with each sip.

Qin Yuelou finished eating the bowl of deep-fried food in a short time.

The ability of the great dream master was revised by the chef Qin Yuelou to become his own dream world, and this dream realm is theoretically unchanged, that is to say, Qin Yuelou can enter at will, but relatively, Qin Yuelou Yuelou herself will no longer have those bizarre dreams.

Therefore, he fills and expands his big dream world by making food and tonic from other people's one-night dreams.

This process is called dream eating.

But if you eat dreams, you need to get rid of the dreamer, otherwise he will let the dreamer fall into a long sleep.

As Qin Yuelou's dream-eating ended, a few cicadas rang out from the woods.

Then, in the slum, Qin Yuelou opened his eyes.

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Then, in Shengjing City, a certain lady from a great family opened her eyes.

She suddenly sat up from the bed, sweating profusely, the pain of being pinched by five fingers left in the dream was still clear, but when she went deep into the memory, she only felt that it was like a dream with no root, no trace, no trace to be found.

It's just that the seemingly handsome face is still lingering in his mind, it's hard to stop, Yu Chihui has a feeling of fear for that handsome face.

But despite the fear, Yu Chihui still has a deep yearning for that handsome face.

"Is this someone from the immortal way? Or is it from the evil way? Although the way to wake me up is terrible, but...he did wake me up from the cicada dream." Yu Chihui wiped off the cold sweat, thinking in his heart.

"Well, Miss, what's the matter?" The personal maid lying beside her asked Yu Chihui in a daze, covering the spring with a thin quilt.

"It's okay, you can continue to sleep." Yu Chihui patted the 15-year-old maid's forehead, and then gently stroked her forehead hair, her eyes full of love and compassion.

"But knowing that I'm good at grinding mirrors, I didn't criticize or point fingers... What a strange person, I'll have to look for it tomorrow." Yu Chihui made up his mind.

She wanted to continue sleeping, but she was afraid of falling into that strange dream,

Looking at the sweet sleeping face of the lovely maid, she felt pity in her heart, kissed her forehead, put on her clothes, walked out of the boudoir, and walked into the courtyard.

There is a peach tree planted in this courtyard, which was planted by her father when her mother died of illness.

After all, it is not in the blooming season, and the peach trees are just like a cover, with luxuriant branches and leaves, and there are no peach blossoms in full bloom.

Yu Chihui had no impression of her biological mother, after all she was still young when she died of illness.

It was just a dream of turning into a cicada, and she couldn't help but have a lot of thoughts in her heart. She moved lightly with lotus steps, and then stood beside the peach tree, caressing the trunk.

But an old sigh was heard.

Looking again, it turned out to be a lame old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist priest was wearing a tattered Taoist robe, half leaning against the tree trunk.

"Little girl, can you tell your father not to cut down this peach tree?"

The old Taoist begged Yu Chihui.

Yu Chihui felt that she seemed to be dazzled, so she rubbed her eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, the old Taoist priest also disappeared.

Everything is like a dream.

-

Qin Yuelou read the literature related to the analysis of dreams, quite strange.

The vast majority of people are not aware that they are dreaming when they are dreaming. This is normal. At this time, they have no control over their dreams. The only thing that can control their dreams is lucid dreaming, but this kind of lucid dreaming also needs practice. just do.

Dreaming that I have become a white cicada should not have self-awareness, but the original owner of this dream still asks for help, which is even more strange.

"Thinking about it carefully, this seems to be a kind of self-evolution of the dream. Is it because I entered the dream, or is there something else around the girl's physical body?"

Thinking in his heart, he closed one eye, half of his face was awake, and the other half was sleeping peacefully.

Qin Yuelou half-dream and half-awake recalled the taste of the fried golden cicada, following the aftertaste of eating dreams, he also locked the location of the girl's physical dream.

"It's a very luxurious mansion, Yuchi's house, it seems to be some high-ranking official." The cook thought to himself.

Opening her eyes, Qin Yuelou stood up, and hung a sign outside the restaurant, with some crooked characters written on the sign.

He doesn't practice calligraphy, so the calligraphy is not as good-looking as the original.

[Collecting wind today, going out to collect materials, stopping for a few days, and updating next time. 】

After hanging the signboard, Qin Yuelou took advantage of Xi Wei's light and headed towards Yuchi's mansion.

This journey, also came to the daylight, the bustling outside the slums is like flowers, shouting and selling are heard repeatedly,

The water vapor released after the noodles were put into the soup pot was also white like a mist; the double fried dough sticks also made a puffed sizzling and crackling sound when they were put into the oil pot; delivered to each diner's table.

Qin Yuelou also sat down casually at a noodle stall, the red dragon pattern behind him also disappeared, but he was wearing a white chef's uniform, and long black hair left to his waist, tied at the root with a headband Well, like a high ponytail, the bangs parted in the middle do not cover the eyes, and it has the texture of airy bangs.

The gentle cook who was sipping vermicelli in the beef soup also attracted the attention of all the big girls and young wives.

The appearance of this life can be regarded as delicate and delicate, but with the blessing of the blood of the two spirit monkeys, this appearance has also become handsome,

Just like that face when your phone screen is black.

It's just that the cook is handsome and doesn't know that he is still a pure steel straight man.

A certain girl deliberately passed by Qin Yuelou boldly, pretending to accidentally twist her foot, and sprained in front of Qin Yuelou.

But the cook didn't look sideways in a daze, and he was unaware of the attack other than malice in the half-dream and half-awake state. He just instinctively dropped a few copper coins and stood up.

The girl also happened to land on the stool, and fell off her back.

Only then did Qin Yuelou realize the ugly appearance of the girl,

Looking into the cook's eyes, the girl couldn't help but blushed, but she felt a little happy in her heart. She felt that although such an embarrassing opening was not good enough, it was enough to leave a deep impression on people. This handsome son has a certain place in his heart, and he will look for opportunities to get in touch with him in the future.

She thought so.

But Qin Yuelou took a look at the girl's ugly appearance, and didn't say to help her.

Instead, he laughed and let out a goose cry.

"Why are you still stepping on dog shit on your shoes? It's so good that you didn't fall and eat shit, hahahaha I laughed so hard."

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"My lord, my lord, what do you think of my dress?"