How to be a mother to Shanyi

On the moving train, the dome lights with poor contact were flickering, and the passengers on the train seemed to have entered the rest time collectively with the dark sky outside, and all of them tilted their heads against their seats, sleeping unconsciously.

At the rear of the car, in the compartment with only a few people, the golden jade on the neck reflected the light for a moment along the headlights. The black-haired ghost hunter leaned against the back of the chair, his eyes were closed, his expression was calm, and he seemed to be sleeping soundly. Shen.

The haori with blue and purple patterns has slid down the seat to the ground, revealing the sheathed sun wheel knife on the waist, and the arm is slung down by gravity, revealing a small pale wrist, and the fingertips are loose and half loose. Curled up, completely defenseless and sound asleep.

The train conductor with sunken cheeks and dejected face tremblingly tied a hemp rope around the hanging wrist, then put the other end of the hemp rope on his hand, and clenched the sharp cone in his arms. , took a deep breath, closed his eyes with cold sweat, and waited quietly to enter another person's dream.

The hemp rope is used to connect the spiritual dream world of the sleeping person. The sharp cone is a weapon that can be brought into the dream. As long as you find the boundary of the dream, you can easily tear through the spiritual defense line of the dream owner and reach the subconscious realm.

And after that, as long as the so-called "nuclear" is destroyed, it can completely lose its will-this is an obvious "evil", the conductor is very clear about this, but he still chooses to do so.

Because there is no other way, only by doing so, he will have the opportunity to obtain his own "beautiful dream" from the terrifying ghost with "next" engraved in his eyes.

……

It still doesn't feel right.

Yan Yue stood by the river on the backlit side of Taoshan Mountain, leaned his upper body slightly forward, and looked down at his own reflection in the river.

Unchanged face, familiar Gouyu, indifferent expression, wearing a black bunt kimono, with a loose neckline, so a piece of chest is exposed.

This should be his very familiar appearance, but Yue Yue always felt that there was something strange—is he still wearing this black kimono?In the blur, it seems that he should wear a coat with a slightly brighter color, purple or blue.

But speaking of it, he never seemed to wear clothes of that color, did he?Where did this sudden idea come from?

Huang Yue fell into deep thought. He quickly discovered that there seemed to be many inconsistencies in the current memory. Not only did he feel that there was something noisy around him, but also for Mr. Sang Dao who thought he was the only successor of "Ming Zhu". Even looking at his own reflection in the water is a little strange, and there are more and more things that are wrong, as if a large part of his memory has been dug away abruptly, leaving behind a seemingly false beauty. , but actually it was a mess.

He was clearly praised for "learning one type", but when he wanted to use it, his brain was blank. When eating with the teacher, he would inexplicably put out three sets of bowls and chopsticks. I will unconsciously turn around and subconsciously swear "trash", but in fact there is nothing behind me, and there is no one at all.

Also, the birthmark is gone.

Huang Yue frowned and pulled away his neckline, his eyes stayed on his clean ribs for a few seconds, then he moved away with a little solemnity, and fell into deep thought.

——This is another strange place. He clearly remembered that he didn't have any birthmarks, but subconsciously felt that there would be a pattern under his ribs. Even if he searched the whole brain, he couldn't find any memory related to it. It was like something inexplicable. "Coat", as well as the "trash" who always felt important to him.

Do these things really not exist?

……

In the peach grove with strong peach fruit fragrance, the conductor with a handful of sharp cones in his hand hid behind the tree, with cold sweat on his forehead, trying to stay away from this area bit by bit without making any noise.

His luck was very bad. As soon as he entered the dream, he found that the owner of the dream was in a daze not far from him, facing the water. The distance was very close, and there was a danger of being discovered. In a daze, move away from the dream owner as soon as possible.

The dreamland is not endless, as long as he groped to the end of the dreamland, he could use the sharp awl to tear through the defense line of the spiritual world, enter it, and successfully destroy the person's "core".

Fortunately, God still seemed to favor him. He accidentally stepped on a branch when he tried to retreat at the beginning, but the dream master who was in a daze didn't seem to notice, and he still stood there motionless. After a short distance, he ran away immediately, and there was no movement behind him. If nothing happened to him, he would soon be able to touch the edge of the dream.

The dawn of victory is just around the corner. This is not the first time for the conductor to dive into the "core" of dream destroyers, and he has a vague understanding of the size of the dream. It should be almost this far.

He thought to himself that he should encounter a situation where the scenery continues but he cannot move forward, but this is not an obstacle, because it means that he has reached the boundary of the dream, as long as he uses a weapon to tear the edge, he can succeed Into the spiritual world——

"!"

He clearly ran close to the edge, and fell into ecstasy when he sensed the resistance, but as soon as he hit the edge of the dreamland that fluctuated like water ripples, the scene of peach trees all over the mountains and plains that he could still see just now seemed like a mirage, shaking The two strokes disappeared.

Instead, there is a huge blank that rises instantly along this edge, a vast white space rises up, endless, without any scenery, even the feet seem to be stepping on the void, and you can vaguely see a soft space. White light, spread wide and far, boundless.

There seems to be a dividing line under the feet, which divides the whole dream into two symmetrical parts, one half is the peach mountain with singing birds and flowers, and the other half is the empty white void.

The resistance that was supposed to stop him from moving forward wasn't too great at all, he only slowed down the speed of rushing over, and then he staggered and fell into it, like stepping into a cliff, from the solid ground into the white void—— ——If it hadn’t been for the situation of falling into the abyss, but sitting in the void as if falling on the transparent ground, I am afraid that the sweaty train conductor would have screamed in horror, unable to hold the sharp cone in his hand.

But even so, this sudden situation was enough for him to shake into sieves, his palms were so sticky with sweat that he could hardly hold the handle, so he could only get up tremblingly, and looked back.

In the field of vision is still the peach grove that seems to have been cut in half abruptly, the distance is only a few meters, just stepped on the solid soil, but now the foot is stepping on the void, the extremely opposite and shocking scene is almost beyond the perception of the conductor, He clenched the sharp cone in his hand, and murmured tremblingly:

"What is going on with this guy's dream? It should have come to an end, why is there such a far edge... It's like, it's like—"

——It’s like connecting to another dream.

In the compartment closer to the front of the car, several people who filed in also pulled the sleeping members of the Ghost Slayer Squad and their own wrists up with hemp ropes, holding sharp cones in their arms, and closed their eyes tightly. fell asleep.

……

The young man holding the sharp cone tightly opened his eyes in a peach grove.

The season in the dream seems to be the time when the fruit is ripe. There are countless pink and white peaches hanging on the branches of the peach trees. The air is filled with a peach fruit fragrance. She quickly and vigilantly glanced around, but did not find the figure of the dream owner. It seems that his luck is not bad, and he will not be discovered just after entering the dream.

He looked around for a while, then chose a direction at random and moved quickly.

——This is the dream of the yellow-haired boy. As long as he can choose a straight direction to move forward, he will be able to touch the edge of the dream. After that, he only needs to tear off the boundary of the dream, enter the spiritual world of the yellow-haired boy, and destroy his "Nuclear" is over.

He clenched the sharp awl in his hand tightly, showing a ruthless expression, quickened his pace, and moved forward with a rush, but when he was about to cross a bush that was as tall as a person, his expression suddenly became serious, without hesitation stopped.

"..."

There was an open space in front, and there were faint voices of people talking and laughing. The people who could appear in the dream, except for the dream owner, were illusioned characters based on the memory and expectations of the dream owner. It was a good thing, so the young man immediately hid behind the bushes, held his breath, and sneaked out through the gaps in the bushes.

"■■, let's come here, I'll take you to weave wreaths! I'm very good at weaving wreaths, even my grandpa praised my skillful hands!"

It was the yellow-haired kid, and he frowned.

At this time, the boy with yellow hair was full of face, with an expression of new love, excitedly holding a girl's hand, surrounded her very attentively, blushing excitedly and talking non-stop.

"Besides, there is a river at the back of Taoshan Mountain. I can also take you to catch fish! Although my grandfather would dislike me every time I catch fish and wet my clothes, the fish in the river taste delicious! Believe it." I will like it, although the food I cook is actually not as good as that guy—”

In the middle of the courteous offering, it seemed that something was wrong, the boy with yellow hair seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and murmured "That guy?", but he probably didn't have time to realize what he was doing, and was surrounded by him all the time The flattering girl reacted and immediately drew his attention away.

"Cut, I don't believe you can catch fish, you're a piece of trash, and you're already thankful if you don't get caught by fish."

The girl crossed her chest and said with disdain.

Her voice sounds a little special, although it still has a girl's tactful voice, but it is a little low-pitched. At first it sounds like a voice that is forced to imagine "if a man becomes a girl", but after getting used to it, it seems It's not that strange, and it can barely be classified as "good-sounding"-but the words are not cute at all.

The ideal type of this yellow-haired boy is very special... Is it actually this type?

Really fashionable, the color of the hair is already conspicuous, and the type he likes is so avant-garde, Yamato Nadeko may not be attractive to him, but he would like such a violent and swearing woman.

Probably all men will instinctively pay attention to this aspect, so even the young man who was hiding behind the bushes waiting for an opportunity to leave, cast an inquiring gaze before turning around, leaned slightly closer to the branches of the bushes, and followed the gap carefully. Looking at it - she actually likes a woman with such a bad temper, then she must be very cute, right?

"..."

Looking over from the position covered by the bushes, first you can see a strand of black sideburns hanging down each cheek, and the fluffy hair tail slightly curled up on the back of the neck. He is wearing a strange black dress, and the two buttons of the jacket are supported by the bust. The body is absolutely perfect, but it is a pity that the face cannot be seen clearly.

——literally "can't see the face".

The young man covered his mouth with a gasp.

This girl with fluffy black short hair, bad temper, good at swearing, but good figure... has no face.

The position of the face is blank, without facial features but able to make a sound, the whole person looks like a character in a horror movie, but this yellow-haired boy is completely ignorant, looking at a person who can't see The guy who got to the face was very courteous.