Sanctuary Starfield Journey

82-22 Mo Bei

Yan Fuxue immediately jumped down, rolled to her feet, and ran towards a house. Qinglan lagged behind a little, but fortunately, the ice wall left by Yan Fuxue blocked the ghostly dream. Qinglan ran towards the doorway where Yan Fuxue had waved, glancing back at the ghostly dream. She then saw something that both she and Yan Fuxue found strange: the ghostly dream had stopped in its tracks and ceased its pursuit of them.

Qinglan approached, walked to the edge of the town, and waved. The eerie dreams ignored him, but when Qinglan took a step forward, they rushed towards him as if on a mechanical command. This gave Qinglan a new game to play.

Yan Fuxue pulled the bouncy Qinglan towards the depths of town, Qinglan still complaining, "I haven't had enough fun yet!" Yan Fuxue threw him down and walked away. Only then did Qinglan catch up, saying, "I'm sorry, don't leave me."

The town was decorated like an amusement park, with rusty carousels appearing from time to time, a jarringly faded Ferris wheel, dusty balloons on empty stalls, and intermittent music carried on the breeze. Qinglan shuddered at the eerie music, but upon seeing the carousel, he jumped on and happily swayed, saying, "This is so much fun, Yan Fuxue, you too..." A few seconds later, black smoke slowly appeared behind him, gradually enveloping him, and his voice faded away. Yan Fuxue, who was observing his surroundings, didn't hear him and sensed something was wrong. Turning around, she saw him surrounded by black smoke and cursed under her breath, "This idiot!" She immediately rushed forward and pulled him off. Only then did Qinglan's empty eyes gradually brighten.

A man looked directly into Sewei's bright eyes and said, "You didn't become a puppet." Sewei, seeing an ordinary person, put away his gun. "What happened?" The man replied, "This is the legendary Deep Dream Realm, also known by a more famous name, Dreamland. Those captured by the Dream Realm become puppets, but soon they become the Dream Realm itself. I was lucky enough to be jolted awake and didn't become a puppet." Sewei looked at his left arm. Fortunately, the gunshot had destroyed it, and because of his spiritual power, his left arm was slowly regaining its function. Sewei asked, "Is there no exit here?" The man replied, "Yes, you could probably guess that, right? If there were, I would have been out long ago." Sewei looked out the window and saw a flash of flame.

Through the glass, Feng Huo's figure could be seen weaving through the streets and alleys, as if searching for someone. She finally stopped outside the clothing store window, dashed forward, and smashed the glass. As someone who exorcised eerie dreams, she knew that an eerie dream had just led someone away, and that person taken away was none other than Yan Manhua.

Feng Huo understood that if he wanted his daughter to be safe, he had to be taken away by the ghostly dream. Feng Huo quickly traversed the streets and alleys, constantly looking around: Mengdi had become a veritable ghost town, dilapidated everywhere, with ghostly dreams wandering about from time to time.

Feng Huo accelerated and swooped down, rushing towards a Ghostly Dream. Just then, this Ghostly Dream, needing to perform well, lunged at her without a word. Feng Huo closed her eyes, a tear sliding down her cheek: this was her last puppet. If she failed, she would lose all chance of receiving news from the outside world… and she was dedicating her life to this final puppet.

When she opened her eyes again, Qinglan looked at the person in front of her in disbelief. She immediately shook Yan Fuxue beside her and pointed in that direction, gesturing for her to look: "Yan Fuxue, isn't this it?"

Mo Bei wandered the streets, his body radiating flames and lightning as if they were free, but he quickly drew them back into his body.

Seeing Mo Bei's state, Yan Fuxue whispered, "He's probably already under control. We need to hurry, or something bad might happen." Qinglan's expression stiffened upon hearing this, and she immediately became serious: "What else is there to say? The protagonist doesn't want to lose his little follower." She immediately ran towards Mo Bei.

Qinglan struck Mobei with a musical note. Mobei mechanically looked up, lightning crackling around his eyes. Qinglan said, "It certainly looks like that." Yan Fuxue used an ice wall to seal off the space around Mobei, creating an excellent attacking environment for Qinglan. Qinglan stood on the high ice wall, continuously throwing out musical notes that hit their targets.

This seemed to anger Mo Bei, who conjured lightning flames in his hand and hurled them directly at Qing Lan. Qing Lan dodged immediately, but the lightning flame bomb melted the ice wall, causing Qing Lan to slide down. Fortunately, Yan Fuxue created an ice wall to catch him. Mo Bei looked at Yan Fuxue, who was creating the ice wall, and immediately changed the direction of his lightning flame bomb, firing it at her. Yan Fuxue tried to block it with her ice wall, but the lightning flame bomb was unstoppable, melting and piercing through the ice walls one after another. Yan Fuxue could only watch helplessly as danger drew closer. Qing Lan immediately raised her hand and fired a musical note, trying to dispel the lightning flame bomb: "No!"

A bone bullet was fired at the Thunderflame Bomb, piercing through it. All three looked towards the spot where the bone bullet had been fired, only to see the lecherous man raise his finger, twist it twice, and a flash of red light appear. Another bullet was fired, striking Mo Bei squarely. Mo Bei lay on the ground, unconscious.

Qinglan immediately used the air cushion to descend quickly, standing in front of Yan Fuxue, raising her hand to shield her, her head slightly tilted, but her eyes fixed on Sewei. Qinglan whispered, "How come another Sewei has appeared, and he even killed Mo Bei with a single shot?" Yan Fuxue was also helpless: "Let's run first, if all else fails..." Qinglan spoke first what Yan Fuxue wanted to say: "I'll cover your retreat." Yan Fuxue shook her head: "No, you don't have that ability." Qinglan said: "What time is it? You still don't trust me, I won't allow anyone to hurt you."

Sewei simply watched the two people in front of her, who were deferring to each other, without saying a word.

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