Dream Guide

Yao Jingjing walked to the corner and sat down at the small table that could only accommodate one person facing each other. Their faces were less than fifty centimeters apart, but the other's face still seemed to be hidden in a thick fog and could not be seen. Clear his appearance.

The waiter came over and asked her what she wanted to drink. She saw that the waiter looked normal, and obviously did not notice the abnormality of the person sitting opposite, let alone the hell-like deathly air and coldness emanating from this corner.

Yao Jingjing knew that this was a function of the spirit. The fog acted on her consciousness. Dreams and reality were combined, making it difficult to distinguish reality from reality. This person's mental strength was unprecedented, which aroused her desire to win. After three years of hard work, she finally had a chance to test it out.

She calmly ordered a glass of ice lemon wine, adjusted her breathing, and focused her consciousness on the fog. Her spirit was like an open bow. As the bowstring tightened, the surrounding space became clearer and clearer. She could see the scabbed scars, dead muscles and new skin on the face in the mist, like an old cicada shedding its shell. But what concerned her the most was the red curly hair exposed under the cloak. Although the lights in the bar affected the resolution of the color gamut, she still thought of the hair she picked up from her great-grandma's grave, which was determined to be three thousand years old by the associate professor of the institute. The hair of former European redheads.

Yao Jingjing still wanted to see more clearly, but her mental support reached its limit, and she was still unable to construct a clear outline of the person's facial features and store him in the memory of her brain. However, the death energy was weakening, and she felt the struggle from death to life from him.

The man tapped the table with his long curly nails, and made a hoarse, rusty voice in his throat: "Not bad, who taught you this?"

Yao Jingjing knew that this was his real voice, not a direct consciousness generated through the spirit, but it sounded more like it came from hell than the voice that had just been transmitted by consciousness, which gave her goosebumps all over her body.

She calmed down and replied, "No one taught me."

This answer is not a lie, because apart from Aoki's initial awakening, Hou Biao has only been competing with her in the past three years. She didn't want to casually tell Aoki's name and the secret that taught her spiritual power in front of strangers, not to mention that Aoki had been gone for a long time, so long that she had buried him in the deepest place in her heart that she couldn't even see. When she thinks of him now, she can only think of a piece of wood, an evergreen tree, an eternal and elusive memory.

However, in the confrontation of powerful spiritual forces, she still could not hide what was in her heart.

"Hey, a tree?" The man was obviously a little surprised, "Is it this one?"

Yao Jingjing saw a tree in her mind. Under the tree stood a man and a woman. A big black bird was vaguely visible on the treetop, spreading its wings and flying.

This scene was very familiar to her. She thought of the stolen photo from her great-grandma's house. Isn't this the scene in the photo? It's just that the tree in front of me is more realistic. You can clearly see the knotted branches and the mulberry fruits on the branches. However, the two people under the tree are still as blurry as in the photo. It can be seen that this person has never seen them, so the tree can only be restored. And cannot restore people.

"No one can learn as well as you without a teacher. I originally thought it was the person under the tree, but I didn't expect it to be this tree." The man said.

Yao Jingjing once again confirmed her guess, took out the hair, put it on the table, and asked: "Who are you?"

A smile appeared on the lifeless face hidden in the mist, and fingers that were as dry as the carbonized saxaul grass in the desert lifted the cloak on his head, revealing a head of half-dry and half-new hair.

"I am Ramesses, the guardian of the Holy Land. You can also call me Red Beard." The man said.

Yao Jingjing felt that the name was familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had heard it before. She glanced at the strange face and said, "But you obviously don't have a beard, you only have red hair."

Rameses touched his chin with his long nails, "Well, the beard fell off and it's not easy to repair. Just wait. It's not important."

Yao Jingjing didn't care whether he had a beard or not, and asked: "Why did you dig my great-grandma's grave? Where is my great-grandma's body?"

Ramesses put on his cloak again and said, "Why do you think I dug up the body from the grave? What use do I have for it?"

"It's the grave you dug." Yao Jingjing said.

"If I hadn't doubted it, I wouldn't have taken a look." Rameses' hand held the wine glass again without any intention of drinking. His fingers tapped the glass gently and rhythmically, "Take another look. Your grandma, oh no, it’s my grandma, well, you Chinese people’s hierarchy is really complicated, okay, let’s take a look at your grandma’s photo!”

Yao Jingjing saw those photos of her great-grandma again. She knew that this was what Ramses showed through memory in this space that was like a real-life dream, and the details were clearer than her own memory.

"These photos should have been taken in different years. Some of them have dates on them, spanning decades. But have you noticed that your great-grandmother has never changed, as if she never ages at all. " Rameses said.

Yao Jingjing discovered that this was indeed the case. She felt something was wrong when she first saw these photos, but the age, damage, and distance of nearly a century made her eventually ignore these details. Now that she took a closer look, it turned out that the grandma in the photos never looked the same. Changed.

"Is this... could it be...?" When Yao Jingjing came up with this idea, she suddenly found that she had been mentally affected by the other party so much that she unconsciously thought about things in a certain direction.

She immediately woke up, her whole body was shaken, her consciousness exuded a spirit of confrontation, and she said, "What on earth do you want to do?"

Ramses seemed pleased with her response, saying, "I am looking for a cat from the Holy Land."

"Cat?" Yao Jingjing immediately thought of Ruxue who was guarding her mother's mind and was later sent into Shenran's body by Qingmu.

"You really know!" said Ramesses. "Tell me, who took it away and where did it go?"

"I don't know." Yao Jingjing said.

Two cold eyes suddenly shot out from the cloak, as if X-rays from hell penetrated Yao Jingjing's consciousness.

Ramses sighed and said, "It seems you really don't know."

Yao Jingjing felt that this red-haired weirdo must have some mysterious connection with her great-grandmother and her family. She even felt that there was an inexplicable relationship between him and Aoki.

"You..." After confirming that the other party had no ill intentions, Yao Jingjing changed her title, "Mr. Ramses, the holy land, the cat, my great-grandmother, and... and the tree... can you Can’t you tell me everything?”

"Well, mission..." Ramesses' voice rang out from the mist, "Everyone has a mission. I am the guardian of the Holy Land. Osiris awakened me in the flames. I have felt the surge from the void. The divine power that comes. No one can escape the reincarnation of fate, live here and die here. Are you ready, child? The battle has begun!"

"Fight? What fight?"

"The battle of mankind!"

"Fighting for whom?"

"Fight for freedom!"