spiritual scholar

dream

Su Xiao walked through the faint mist, with old houses from seven or eight years ago on either side.

At first, Su Xiao was somewhat confused, but he soon realized that this was his dream.

"To think 'Three Feet Above Your Head, There Are Spirits' can be used in a dream... The surrounding information is very vague, the buildings have high levels of etherealization, and the roads are broken. This is definitely not reality."

There was too little information in the surrounding world! "The human brain lags far behind current computers in terms of processing images. For this dream to be this clear, it's probably because of the Alienated Dream virus?"

Su Xiao recalled the spiritual knowledge he had learned about dreams.

"Judging by the surroundings, this dream belongs to me, not the Dream Clan. The materials constructing this dream come from my experiences."

"If you realize you're in a dream, you usually wake up quickly, but I don't show any signs of waking up."

"Because of the Alienated Dream virus, people who enter dreams can sometimes die suddenly... Interesting, I want to see what kind of nightmare can be so terrifying."

Su Xiao had no fear. As long as his personal computer's battery could sustain the Clear Mind Spell, the Dream Clan couldn't harm his mind.

At least, the Dream Clan at the subordinate Marquis level couldn't do so.

Su Xiao continued walking. Suddenly, in the state of "Three Feet Above Your Head, There Are Spirits," observing from a god's-eye view, Su Xiao discovered new information.

As he continued forward, he passed by a campus.

Above the school gate hung a long red banner with yellow letters:

"Fight for the High School Entrance Exam, Change Your Fate. Wishing All Examinees Excellent Results!"

Su Xiao glanced at the gate's style, which appeared quite old-fashioned for now.

Without showing any emotion, Su Xiao thought:

"Based on my memory of my middle school campus?"

"The memory is somewhat fuzzy, so it was supplemented with my university gate memory..."

"So, the name on the school gate should be..."

As soon as Su Xiao thought of this, he looked closely and saw the large, golden characters on the gate: Shuangle City Hongxing Middle School

It didn't seem out of place, as if it had always been there, just that Su Xiao hadn't observed it closely.

But in the state of "Three Feet Above Your Head, There Are Spirits," Su Xiao realized that the name appeared naturally when he thought "there should be a name here."

"I see. It seems I have some control over the dream, much like the Dream Clan. It's said that in the dream of the Moon Beast, the Dream Clan can change the environment at will..."

"However, this control isn't strong. It needs to be somewhat reasonable, and there must be a corresponding existence in my memory."

"Maybe I can rely on self-hypnosis to control the dream. If the Dream Clan can do it, I should be able to."

Su Xiao looked at the banner again: "It seems the time in this dream is when I was taking the high school entrance exam, so I should be carrying my admission ticket and exam supplies, which is reasonable."

When Su Xiao reached into his pants pocket, he indeed found the admission ticket. In his backpack, there were also prepared exam supplies, including black pens, mechanical pencils, an eraser, a compass, a protractor, and a triangle ruler.

It was as if these things had always been there, just that Su Xiao hadn't noticed them.

But in the state of "Three Feet Above Your Head, There Are Spirits," Su Xiao realized that they hadn't existed initially and had appeared suddenly.

"Now I want to call my parents and tell them I'm going to the exam." Su Xiao thought to himself and reached into his pocket.

He found nothing.

Su Xiao wasn't disappointed: "As expected, I didn't carry a phone during the high school entrance exam. This is deeply ingrained in my memory, and self-hypnosis can't easily fix it..."

He didn't intend to actually enter the school to take the exam. Seeing that the time in the dream was the high school entrance exam, Su Xiao had roughly guessed the content of the nightmare.

Su Xiao gritted his teeth, clenched his right hand into a fist, and his fingernails dug deeply into his flesh.

Su Xiao bypassed the campus and continued forward. He already knew what would appear ahead.

In dreams, time and distance are imprecise. After walking for a while, Su Xiao arrived at a familiar yet unfamiliar intersection. Across the street was a 24-hour convenience store.

Su Xiao looked at the convenience store, observing the surroundings with the "camera" hovering above his head.

Abruptly, a truck appeared, driving straight ahead.

Then, there was the sound of a collision.

Su Xiao quickly ran over and looked under the truck.

A pale hand trembled as it reached out from under the truck, tapping a phone screen and dialing a number.

The text on the phone screen was exceptionally clear: Contact: Su Xiao Puddles of blood oozed from under the truck, surrounding the phone like it was placed on a blood altar.

After a brief but seemingly long musical tone.

"Sorry, the subscriber you dialed cannot be reached at the moment. Please try again later. Sorry, The subscriber you dialed cannot be connected for the moment. Please redial later..."

The cold mechanical voice echoed in this world.

In the state of "Three Feet Above Your Head, There Are Spirits," Su Xiao watched everything with an even colder gaze from above:

"I see. If you didn't realize you were dreaming, this scene would indeed be terrifying."

Su Xiao muttered to himself, feeling his heart twisted by an invisible force, making it hard to breathe.

Pain, discomfort, sadness.

Even in the state of "Three Feet Above Your Head, There Are Spirits," where Su Xiao viewed the scene with a relatively rational and calm mindset, knowing it was a dream created by the Dream Clan, his inner emotions still affected him.

He walked over slowly, squatting at the edge of the blood pool, and pressed the power button on the phone.

The pale hand holding the phone had lost all color.

"Is being hit by a truck like this? I haven't seen it, so this is probably imagined."

"Was that call really from her, and not a kind passerby around?"

Su Xiao thought silently.

At that moment, he heard a cold voice behind him.

"Please don't look anymore. It's just a dream."

Without turning around, Su Xiao, in the state of "Three Feet Above Your Head, There Are Spirits," immediately "saw" the appearance of the newcomer.

It couldn't be called "human" at all, but rather composed of pure darkness, with strands of dark blue light circling it, outlining its vague edges like robes, yet providing no illumination. It had no human features, only a mass of differently shaped and colored eyes with eyelashes surrounding it. These eyes constantly changed, bursting like bubbles, with the eyelashes resembling fleshy tendrils, each moving in seemingly random patterns.

Su Xiao turned around to face it.

It had transformed into a human form, wearing a solid, black exoskeleton that gave a sense of security, with a square, steady face and a firm chin, standing upright.