Monument of Life and Death

 Xiaolan was mentally prepared, so she was not frightened awake like last time.

Not far away, another light appeared.

 Another figure.

 Xiaolan walked towards the second figure.

 Still a person without facial features.

 Another person appeared in front.

 …

In this way, Xiaolan walked forward for an unknown distance and saw several people without facial features.

 A feeling of exhaustion flooded her muscles.

 Are these people...the masters of the world?

 It seems that the enemy has made preparations for Xiaolan's dream.

You may not be able to obtain information from your dreams.

Xiaolan walked forward dejectedly until all the faceless men disappeared from sight.

 I don’t know how far we have to go…

Xiaolan was hesitating whether to wake up right now.

 A strange sound suddenly came from ahead.

 Hurrah, clack, clack…

Like the sound of turning the pages of a book.

 Xiaolan’s ears twitched.

 Since these faceless men appeared, this was the first time I heard voices in my dream.

Xiaolan walked towards the source of the sound involuntarily.

 A figure from behind appeared.

 The back figure is sitting on the ground, just like Qiao Nu.

 But that person is moving.

Xiaolan held her breath for fear of alarming him.

 That is the back of a man.

 The man was wearing gray linen clothes, with a broad and straight back, but his hair was all gray.

Xiaolan walked to a position about one or two meters away from the man.

 The man seemed not to realize that someone was approaching behind him, he still had his back to Xiaolan and was doing something.

Xiaolan looked at the back and tilted her head.

 This back figure... looks a bit familiar.

Xiaolan moved forward again, looking over the man's shoulders and looking at his hands.

 In the man’s hand is a book.

It was a thread-bound book that looked to be many years old. The man was holding the spine of the book in one hand and flipping the pages quickly with the other hand.

 The sound of turning pages of books comes from here.

Xiaolan was about to speak when an idea suddenly hit her.

Xiaolan looked at the man's back in disbelief.

 I remembered...the person in front of me.

Xiaolan became excited again. She stretched out her hand and touched the man's shoulder.

 However, the moment Xiaolan's fingers touched the man's shoulder, the man's body immediately fell apart like a dandelion.

Xiaolan was shocked, and then she bent down and grabbed the book.

Unfortunately, as the man disappeared, the shape of the book gradually blurred, and before Xiaolan stretched out his hand, it turned into a transparent mist.

Xiaolan panted and felt her body gradually waking up.

 The surrounding darkness faded.

 A feeling of weightlessness like falling appeared.

 Strange, why there is weightlessness...

Xiaolan scratched around in panic. Until she grabbed a very familiar hand, Xiaolan opened her eyes and woke up completely.

Xiaolan turned her head sideways, grabbed the Taoist priest's arm, and panted desperately.

　　Bao Mu and Luo Jiutian also looked at themselves with concern.

"Xiaolan... Xiaolan, don't be afraid..." The Taoist priest patted Xiaolan on the back, "What did you see?"

"I...I saw Yi Nian!" Xiaolan looked at Yi Yao standing aside and shouted, "It's Yi Nian!"

Yiyao’s face was full of surprise.

 “Dream it again?”

 Xiaolan nodded, "This time...this time it's different..."

“What did he say this time?” the Taoist priest asked.

"He didn't speak, he couldn't speak," Xiaolan explained breathlessly, "This time, I saw a lot of people in my dream. I suspected that those people were the masters of this world... But none of those people had facial features. …”

"It seems that the enemy did it on purpose," Luo Jiutian said. "Those people, even after death, are not allowed to leak secrets... It is really too miserable."

Xiaolan agrees.

“After that, I saw Yi Nian,” Xiaolan continued. “Yi Nian was different from other people. Yi Nian was moving, and he was flipping through a book.”

"Book?"

"That's right," Xiaolan imitated Yi Nian's movements, "it's a very old book, but I didn't see the content in the book."

 “What happens next?” the fool asked impatiently.

"Then I tried to touch him, but I couldn't." Xiaolan lowered her shoulders, slightly annoyed. "As soon as I touched him, he broke into pieces, and the book disappeared."

"Disappeared..." The Taoist priest began to think deeply, "Interesting..."

"Miss Xiaolan," Yi Yao said suddenly, "you just said, how did a thought disappear in your dream?"

Xiaolan thought for a while, "It turned into fly ash and then flew away."

“Do you think this form is a bit familiar?” Yi Yao said.

familiar?

Xiaolan frowned and recalled.

“Head of the Xia Hua family, that’s how he disappeared,” Yi Yao said, looking at Xia Ni who was lying on the fool’s back. “It was the same way, turned into pieces.”

 This is an angle that Xiaolan has never thought of.

"You mean, Yi Nian has something to do with Xia Hua?" Xiaolan was a little confused.

"Maybe..." Yi Yao crossed his arms, "At least it won't be completely irrelevant."

Xiaolan felt that her mind was even more confused, and the thoughts that she had just straightened out seemed to become unclear again.

"I think that the fact that this thought comes into your dream again and again means that he must have something to tell you," the Taoist priest said. "The key to the problem may still be one thought."

Xiaolan sighed.

 “Speaking of which…” Yi Yao started.

 Everyone looked at him.

Yi Yao looked at Xiaolan hesitantly with an expression on her face that said, "I don't know whether I should say this or not."

 Xiaolan saw hope, "Uncle Yi, do you have a clue?"

“I don’t have a clue,” Yi Yao sighed, “I don’t know if it will work.”

“There’s nothing we can do now anyway,” the fool lifted the summer mud on his back, “Just tell me, it doesn’t matter if you try.”

"That's it..." Yi Yao seemed to have made a very important decision. After being nervous, she relaxed. "I just said that Yi Nian people don't know how to mobilize spiritual energy. In fact, it is not completely accurate..."

 Everyone stared at him, waiting for him to finish.

"Actually... Yi Nian people can also display some psychic powers in a special way," Yi Yao raised her head, her eyes softening, "It's just that the psychic powers we can control are very few, so few that they are almost unrecognizable. He is a strange person, but... no matter how little he is, he is still psychic after all."

Everyone still didn’t know what Yi Yao wanted to express, so they listened patiently.

"So I'm thinking that the thoughts of our ancestors have entered Miss Xiaolan's dreams again and again, which may mean that Miss Xiaolan and I have a connection with each other," Yi Yao said, "and I can teach her how to mobilize our spiritual energy. Miss Xiaolan, let’s see if I can help you understand the content of your dream.”

 This is a good idea!

 But Xiaolan was only excited for a second and then calmed down.

"But..." Xiaolan looked at the eight stone pillars, "If you use psychic powers here, you will be captured."