The memories of all humanity are awakening, except for mine.

After Jiangchuan was infected by the Ghost Face Plague, the entire Qing City was shrouded in darkness.

The citizens living in Qing City were controlled by the Ghost Face Plague. They moved around the city like zombies, their eyes were empty and their movements were mechanical, which was chilling.

Seeing this scene, Qing Yinyan, the goddess of Qing City, felt helpless.

As the guardian of Qing City, I cannot stand idly by and do nothing; I must stand up and save the city.

So she decided to use the power of a dream interpreter to temporarily suppress the spread of the ghost face plague.

"Sect Master." Buddha, as the dream interpreter of the Qingyun Sect, clasped his hands in greeting to Qing Yinyan.

Jiang Chuan stood quietly beside Fo Du.

Buddha looked at Jiang Chuan with a strange gaze, a gaze that reflected both past enmity and unavoidable admiration.

The two of them met by chance.

At that time, Fodu, as a dream interpreter of the Qingyun Sect, was very arrogant and full of hostility towards Jiang Chuan, this mysterious figure who suddenly appeared.

In a fierce contest, Jiang Chuan unexpectedly defeated Fo Du with his superior strength, leaving Fo Du completely convinced of his defeat.

Since then, Fodu has developed a strong interest in Jiang Chuan and has begun to secretly investigate this mysterious figure.

As the investigation deepened, he discovered that Jiang Chuan harbored many secrets, secrets that both intrigued and terrified him.

Standing before Qing Yinyan, Fodu suppressed his doubts and respectfully said, "Sect Master, I am ready. Please give your instructions."

Qing Yinyan's gaze was sharp, piercing through the fog in Fodu's heart: "I have brought you here today so that you may use the power of a dream interpreter to save Qing City from its dire straits."

Buddha frowned slightly, knowing that although the power of dream interpreters was mysterious and unpredictable, it was still unknown whether they could truly play a role in the face of this sudden disaster.

He did not show the slightest hesitation, because he knew that he carried the expectations of the people of Qing City on his shoulders and could not slack off in the slightest.

"Sect Master, I understand your meaning. Although the power of a dream interpreter is limited, I will do my best to use the power of dreams to find the source of the Ghost Face Plague and find a way to cure it."

Buddha's words carried a hint of determination, but his eyes could not conceal the unease in his heart.

Qing Yinyan's gaze was sharp as an eagle's, and his voice was calm and firm: "It is impossible to remove it. Your primary goal is to put those who have already been infected into a deep sleep."

Upon hearing this, Fodu's heart sank, knowing that Qing Yinyan was telling the truth.

The power of the Ghost Face Plague exceeded his imagination. It was not just a disease, but more like the possession of some evil force, causing people to lose control of their behavior when they were conscious, and to fall into madness and destruction.

What Qing Yinyan referred to as "sleeping" was actually putting the infected into a state of suspended animation, thereby temporarily isolating them and preventing the further spread of the plague.

At first, Buddha had full confidence in the dream interpreter's power, but now, faced with such a powerful enemy, he began to back down, his heart filled with doubt and fear.

He didn't know if he was really capable of this task, or if he could withstand such pressure.

“Sect Master, I…I’m worried that doing this might prevent the infected from ever waking up again.”

Buddha's voice trembled slightly, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists.

Qing Yinyan turned around, his back to Fodu, making his figure appear even taller. His voice remained calm: "This is the most effective method we can think of right now. We must sacrifice some to protect more people. As the dream interpreter, your responsibility is to ensure that those infected do not pose a threat to others."

Buddha remained silent for a moment, understanding the helplessness and sacrifice contained in Qing Yinyan's words.

He tried to calm his inner turmoil: "I understand, Sect Master. I will do my best. Even if I cannot eradicate the plague, I will do my best to put the infected to sleep and protect Qing City."

Qing Yinyan didn't turn around, but her voice revealed a hint of relief: "Very good, Fodu, I believe in you, and I also believe in the power of dream interpreters. Now go and prepare, time is of the essence."

"Wait a moment."

Jiang Chuan's voice made Fo Du, who was about to leave, stop. Then he looked at Qing Yinyan and continued, "There is also a dream interpreter in the Diviner Alliance. I'm having her come over. Please wait a moment."

Jiang Chuan's words made Fo Du breathe a long sigh of relief.

He was initially worried about fighting alone, but now that another dream interpreter has joined him, the pressure on his mind has been greatly reduced.

Soon after, Mo Li, a dream interpreter from the Diviner Alliance, arrived. She was Jiang Chuan's secretary and also served as a dream interpreter for the Diviner Alliance.

Her arrival undoubtedly added more hope to this battle.

Jiang Chuan saw the void in front of him begin to distort, opening a portal to another world.

With a slight ripple, a bright and beautiful young girl emerged. She wore a light blue dress, her long hair cascading down to her waist like a waterfall, and her eyes sparkled with intelligence.

"Alliance Leader." Mo Li's voice was clear and melodious. She clasped her hands in a fist salute to Jiang Chuan, her movements elegant and respectful.

Jiang Chuan smiled and nodded, his gaze lingering on Mo Li for a moment before turning to Qing Yinyan: "Mo Li is also an excellent dream interpreter, and her joining us is a huge help."

Qing Yinyan turned around and looked at Mo Li: "Welcome, Mo Li. Your arrival gives us more confidence to fight this plague."

Mo Li smiled slightly, her smile as warm and bright as the spring sunshine: "I will do my best to work with Mr. Fodu to bring light to Qing City."

Buddha looked at Moli and secretly rejoiced.

This dream interpreter from the Divination Masters Alliance not only possesses superb dream-making skills, but also a calm mind and a firm will.

At such a difficult time, her arrival undoubtedly injected new vitality into the team.

With the addition of this dream interpreter, their chances of winning against the Ghost Face Plague have increased.

Buddha knew that the root of this plague was unfathomable, but with a master like Moli, they had at least more possibilities to explore and fight against it.

With everything prepared, Fodu and Moli walked out of Qingyinyan's main hall and headed towards the altar.

The altar is located in an ancient temple in the center of Qing City, where the guardian deity of Qing City is enshrined.

The altar was made of a huge black stone slab, covered with ancient runes and mysterious patterns that shimmered with a faint blue light in the dim light, containing boundless power.

The two walked through the dimly lit corridor, their footsteps echoing in the empty temple.

The altar was surrounded by incense burners and offerings, and a faint fragrance filled the air.

Buddha and Moli arrived at the altar, stopped, took a deep breath, and prepared to begin their spell.

Buddha took out a yellowed dream interpreter's manual from his bosom, which contained his valuable experience accumulated over many years.

He opened the manual, his fingers gently tracing the pages of incantations, searching for the most suitable spell for the moment.

Moli stood quietly to the side, her gaze focused as she sensed the subtle changes in her surroundings. "Moli, what do you think we should do?" Fodu looked up at Moli.

Mo Li said, “First, we need to purify this area and dispel those evil dreams. Then we can try to guide the citizens into a safe dream and let them sleep there until we find a way to cure the plague.”

Buddha nodded in agreement. He began to carefully chant the incantation according to the instructions in the manual. His voice was deep and rhythmic, and each word had its own life, resonating with the runes on the altar.

Mo Li then began to use her dream interpretation skills. Her hands swept through the air, and soft rays of light emanated from her fingertips, intertwining with the Buddha's mantra.

The light around the entire altar began to soften, creating a dreamlike world.

The mantras of Buddha, like ancient melodies, echoed around the altar. Each mantra contained profound power, capable of awakening the ancient spirits sleeping beneath the stone slabs.

His voice was deep and rhythmic, each word seemingly imbued with life, creating a wondrous resonance with the ancient runes on the altar.

"Purify, dispel, guide, put to sleep."

Buddha silently recited these four keywords in his mind, his fingers quickly flipping through the dream interpreter's manual, searching for the next incantation.

At the same time, Mo Li's dream interpretation skills are equally amazing.

Her hands moved through the air, drawing an invisible canvas.

Soft rays of light emanated from her fingertips, light as fine silk yet containing powerful energy.

They intertwined in the air, forming a thin, translucent curtain of light that enveloped the altar.

As the incantations and techniques of Buddha and Moli merged, the light around the entire altar began to soften.

The light in the originally dim temple gradually brightened, yet remained warm.

The originally dim candlelight was also affected, flickering with an even brighter light.

In this dreamlike world, everything seems to have changed.

The runes on the altar began to glow faintly, and the ancient patterns came to life, telling forgotten legends.

A strange fragrance filled the air, making people feel mysterious and peaceful.

Around Buddha and Moli, an ocean of light appeared.

In this ocean, tiny lights twinkle, like stars in a dream, guiding lost souls.

Mo Li's hands continued to dance in the air, her voice soft and rhythmic, as she sang an ancient lullaby.

"Let us guide these citizens into a peaceful dream."

After Moli finished speaking, her radiance resonated with the Buddha's mantra, forming a powerful force.

Buddha closed his eyes and felt the flow of this power.

If they can successfully guide the citizens into a dream world, then Qing City has a chance to recover from this disaster.

As their incantations and skills deepened, the light around the altar grew brighter and brighter, illuminating the entire temple like a giant lamp, its light piercing through the darkness and shining in every corner.

The originally dimly lit statues and murals appeared even more mysterious and vivid under the light.

But amidst this light, Mo Li suddenly felt an ominous premonition.

Her sharp gaze swept over the citizens controlled by the Ghost Face Plague.

She noticed that although their eyes had softened and their movements had slowed, their breathing remained rapid and their heartbeats had not calmed down despite their sleep.

"wrong."

Mo Li frowned, and the light in her hand paused slightly.

What I was seeing was not true sleep, but a state of being manipulated, a deeper level of hypnosis.

Buddha noticed Moli's unusual behavior. He stopped chanting and turned to look at her: "Moli, what happened?"

Mo Li did not answer, her gaze fixed on the citizens. Her fingers moved quickly through the air, and new rays of light emerged from her fingertips, intertwining with the power of the previous dream.

Her voice became urgent: "These citizens are not asleep; their consciousness is being controlled by some force. We have only temporarily rendered them incapable of acting."

Buddha's expression changed as he realized the seriousness of the situation.

If they merely incapacitate the citizens without truly lifting the epidemic out of control, then this is only a temporary solution, and Qing City remains in danger.

“We must find the power that controls them,” Faldu said decisively.

Mo Li nodded, her hands continuing to dance in the air. She began to try to use her dream interpreter powers to delve into the dreams of those citizens and find the source of their manipulation.

Light flickered in the air, and the space around the altar began to distort, opening a portal to another world.

Mo Li's voice became blurred, her consciousness had crossed the boundaries of the dream and entered the inner world of those citizens.

"Moli, how are you?" Fodu asked anxiously.

“I’m here.” Mo Li’s voice came from the distorted light. “I found it. It’s a dark power that hides in their subconscious and controls them through their dreams.”

“Let us decipher their dreams,” Buddha exclaimed.

Mo Li moved even faster, her hands drawing intricate patterns in the air. Under her control, the light shone like sharp swords, pointing directly into the depths of the dreams of the citizens controlled by dark forces.

“Buddha, I need to enter their dreams and find the source of that dark power,” Moli said.

Buddha nodded, understanding in his heart that this was their only hope.

He began chanting incantations, which resonated with the light emanating from Mo Li, creating a powerful combined force.

Their power converged around the altar, forming a protective shield that ensured the safety of Moli's dream journey.

In the light, Mo Li's figure gradually blurred. Her consciousness had completely merged into the dreams of those citizens. Her spiritual journey was full of unknowns and dangers, but she did not back down.

The source of that dark force must be found, otherwise Qing City will never be able to escape this disaster.

The world of dreams is so real, yet so illusory.

Mo Li saw the citizens struggling in their dreams, their souls bound by dark forces, unable to break free. She saw their fear and despair, their inner struggles and pain. (End of Chapter)