Chapter 422 Dreaming
Inside the large library.
Fang Xian casually closed a copy of "Blood Chasing: Walking with Ghouls" and curled his lips : "The library of the secret castle is graded. We novice investigators cannot read books with "power". At most, we can only read some introductory books. It's really boring..."
In fact, he saw this from Carew's teaching.
So far, Carew has taught his students very cautious and conservative supernatural knowledge.
For slightly unusual secret medicines, the finished products will be provided directly without teaching the refining methods.
It seems that the Keeper is more willing to support each branch with a batch of drugs and equipment containing mysterious powers that will continue to deplete, rather than real "power" .
This made Fang Xian a little unhappy.
Without reading those works at the level of true gods, how can he better understand the mysteries of the seventh-level existence and correct his own way of being a Taoist priest?
"Hi, Roca!"
Eric walked by with a book in his hand and reminded, "It's almost curfew."
"Yeah, I'll go back now..."
Fang Xian took a quick look and saw Eric holding a copy of The Interpretation of Dreams. He couldn't help but asked with a smile, "You haven't finished reading it yet?"
"I'm not as fast at reading as you..." Eric scratched his head shyly, "I agree with some of the views in this book. The author knows a lot about people's subconsciousness and believes that everyone's subconscious ocean may have connected parts. This is also the basis for us to enter other people's dreams..."
Eric's eyes were burning, and he seemed to be ready to pull Fang Xian over to start a discussion.
"Alright, alright. If we're any later we'll really be caught and reprimanded."
Fang Xian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so she pulled Eric, who was reluctant to let her go, to return the books and went back to their respective dormitories.
After closing the bedroom door, nine consecutive bells rang.
According to the rules, all students must go to sleep.
"If conventional means don't work, maybe we should try unconventional means..."
Fang Xian lay on the bed with his eyes open: "Why... the secret castle requires us to go to bed at nine o'clock? There is also a curfew? Is the secret castle at night a little different? Or even very dangerous?"
He waited for a moment, but nothing unusual happened.
This is normal. Nine o'clock is the time given by the top leaders of the secret castle. It does not necessarily mean the dangerous outbreak point. Some preparation time must be left.
Of course, it is also possible that everything is just his fantasy.
However, based on his recent experiences, Fang Xian felt that his guess might be correct.
And this might be an opportunity to break free from the restrictions of the secret castle and explore some secrets!
He glanced at his attribute bar:
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[Name: Fang Xian (Luo Ka)]
[Profession: Alchemist (Level 6 - Nirvana)]
[Spirit: 180]
[Inspiration: 215]
[Sanity: 50 (0~100)]
[Spells: Immortal Psalm, Broken-winged Bird, Hymn of the Worm, Key to the Gate]
[Magic: ??? Taoism: ???, Martial Arts: ???, Weird: ???]
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"Well, during this period of time, my spirit and inspiration have increased again... My spirit has benefited from the training of the investigator, and as for my inspiration... It has increased by 10 points in one go. There is nothing I can do about it on that small island..."
Fang Xian was still a little frightened at this time.
Just hearing the name of a god increased his inspiration by 10 points. If he saw the true body of the ancient ruler, his inspiration would definitely increase by dozens of points.
This is actually still considered good. If it were an ordinary investigator, he would most likely go crazy and die!
Ding ding!
Before I knew it, the bronze bell rang twice and time quietly came to midnight.
“Here it comes!”
Fang Xian's heart trembled.
He felt a supernatural force sweeping over him.
That's the sound of the bell!
After nine o'clock, every time the bell rings, it carries a unique supernatural ripple that has the effect of soothing the soul.
If ordinary people hear this, they will most likely fall into a deep sleep.
Especially the midnight wave, the invisible sound directly acts on the soul.
Even a senior investigator, taking the corresponding psychiatric drugs, would probably not be able to resist.
'It's a kind of hypnosis, but also a kind of protection.'
Fang Xian had a clear understanding in his mind: "The secret fort is in the middle of the night. If you don't fall asleep and wander around at night, you will be in danger?"
"Now the mutation has come, and I am not asleep, what will happen?"
He waited quietly.
Soon, it was twelve o'clock midnight.
A layer of hazy and illusory light and shadow suddenly rose from the center of the secret castle and continued to spread in all directions at an extremely fast speed. In just a dozen seconds, it enveloped the entire Unnamed Island!
"Is this... a dream? A dream that materializes and manifests in the real world?"
Fang Xian widened his eyes, looking at the colorful light that enveloped his body: "The power that distorts fantasy and reality... This must not be something that a secret keeper can do..."
Everything around him returned to normal, but Fang Xian knew that everything was different.
At this moment, he was already in a bizarre dream!
Unlike other students, they are currently fast asleep and dreaming their own dreams, so they are unlikely to be drawn into this dream.
Even if you are involved, it is just a spirit that comes, and you will wake up after you die.
But Fang Xian’s true body entered the dream!
"interesting!"
Fang Xian looked around his body and found himself in a colorful bubble.
The bubble bound his hands and feet, preventing him from moving freely.
Even a legendary investigator might not be able to break free from this kind of restrictive power.
But with his status as a sixth-level alchemist, he activated the power of dreams in "Ode to the Worm" with a light touch.
Pop! The bubble burst instantly.
Fang Xian landed on the ground, stretched his arms and legs, and pushed open the dormitory door.
If this happened in the real world, he would definitely alarm a bunch of people if he walked out so brazenly.
But at this moment, every dormitory was unusually quiet, as if no one was inside.
He walked a few more steps and saw an iron fence that completely separated the male students' dormitory from the outside world.
" What era is this..."
Fang Xian was speechless. He suddenly kicked the iron door open.
After all, this is not reality, but a dream!
And he also mastered a little bit of the power of dreams.
Bang!
The sound of the iron door hitting the wall kept echoing in the empty corridor. It seemed that he was the only one in the entire secret castle.
"So amazing... this dream... relying on its protection, I can move freely in the secret castle? Of course... if I meet the owner of the dream, I will most likely be in trouble..."
"Now, let's see how powerful the owner of this dream is..."
Fang Xian turned around and came to the big library.
He walked past the bookshelves of ordinary students and came to the forbidden books area.
"Old Seal of Blood", "Hymn of Asaro", "Book of Deep Sea Sacrifice", "Testament of Romanto", "Nine Mysterious Canons of the Black Emperor", "Eye of the Void"...
Many famous books, whose covers were filled with evil and chaos, were displayed in front of Fang Xian.
