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Xie Huaiqing's dream seemed to be plunged into darkness, and he felt that he could not escape. Terror and mystery haunt him, trapping him in the depths of this dream, unable to wake up.

In that dark tomb, the pale face became clearer, as if it were a mirror of him, but it appeared distorted and terrifying. The owner of the face kept whispering incomprehensible words, his voice was hoarse and deep like the wind blowing through dead leaves.

"Here you are, Xie Huaiqing. You are finally here. The owner of the face said, his voice full of eerie excitement.

"Who... Who are you? Xie Huaiqing stammered, his hand still firmly grasped by that cold hand, unable to break free.

"I am your dream," replied the owner of the face, the red light in his eyes getting brighter, "I am your nightmare."

Xie Huaiqing felt a chill climb up his spine. He tried to understand, but felt confused. The dream was originally his hidden realm, but now, this dream seemed to have its own consciousness, a dark force.

"Why? Why are you looking for me? Xie Huaiqing choked and asked.

"I need you," replied the owner of the face, "you are my key, and your fear is my strength." I have been waiting, waiting for your arrival. Fear

enveloped Xie Huaiqing, and he began to recall recent days. He realizes that his dreams have always been nightmares, each night is a different scene, but all with the same fear. This face has always been in his dreams, waiting for his arrival.

"What do you want? Xie Huaiqing asked tremblingly.

"Your strength," replied the owner of the face, "your fear will be my strength." I need your nightmare in order for me to gain strength in this world.

Xie Huaiqing felt that he was involved in an incomprehensible conspiracy, and his dreams no longer seemed to be under his control. He struggled, trying to break free from the shackles of that cold hand.

"No, I won't let you succeed," Xie Huaiqing made up his mind, "I want to find out your truth, I want to break this cycle of nightmares." The

owner of the face let out a sneer, and his hand began to gradually loosen. "You can try," he says, "but this dream has become a part of you and you won't be able to get rid of it."

Xie Huaiqing sat on the ground with his butt, his heartbeat still rapid. He understood that his nightmare was not over, but had just begun. His mission is to solve the mystery of this terrifying dream and find the truth about the owner of the face, even if the mission is full of unknowns and dangers.

As time passed, Xie Huaiqing's nightmares became more frequent and more real. He always felt uneasy the moment he woke up, but each time he quickly forgot the details of the dream. He tried to record fragments of his dreams, but always failed.

Early one morning, he sat on his bed, staring blankly at the wall, trying to recall everything in his dream. He closed his eyes and concentrated, trying to find clues in the fragments of his memory.

"Hello, Xie Huaiqing. A deep voice suddenly sounded in his ears, causing him to open his eyes sharply.

He saw a blurry figure standing by the bed, but then the figure disappeared, like smoke. Xie Huaiqing's heart beat faster, and he knew that he was not dreaming, but in reality.

"Who are you? He asked tremblingly.

"I am a soul that has been lost in this nightmare," the voice sounded again, but this time, it seemed to come from every corner of the room, "I will tell you how to find the owner of the face and unlock this terrible dream."

Xie Huaiqing looked around in panic, but he still couldn't see the source of the voice. "Please tell me," he pleaded.

"Your nightmare began with an ancient curse," the voice explained, "a curse that turned your dream into a demonic territory, and the owner of the face is the guardian of this curse." To unlock this dream, you must find the source of the curse and destroy it.

"But I don't know where the source of the curse is," Xie Huaiqing said bitterly.

"In your dreams, look for ancient tattoos," the voice instructed, "and it will guide you to the source of the curse." But be careful, the owner of the face will try to stop you, his power is endless in your nightmares.

Xie Huaiqing understood that he had to continue into the dream realm, looking for that ancient tattoo, and then destroy the source of the curse. This is his only way out, despite the great danger.

Xie Huaiqing's dreams became clearer and clearer, and every time he woke up, he could recall more fragments of his dreams. Over time, he began to understand that these dreams seemed to be a kind of gateway to the owner of the face and the key to unlocking the curse.

He enters the dream again and finds himself in a dark forest. But this time, he remembers looking for old tattoos. He traveled through a cluttered woods and finally found a tattoo on a huge oak tree that shimmered mysteriously in the moonlight.

Just as he tried to touch the tattoo, a cold wind blew and a low roar echoed through the forest. The owner of the face appeared, his eyes were like two blood-red flames, and there was a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth.

"You still dare to come back, Xie Huaiqing? The owner of the face scoffed, "You are not destined to escape my grasp." "

I will break this curse," Xie Huaiqing said resolutely, "you will no longer control my dreams." The

owner of the face let out a terrifying roar, and then turned into a cloud of black smoke and rushed towards Xie Huaiqing. Xie Huaiqing tried his best to dodge, and his hand reached for the tattoo, trying to lift the curse.

The tattoo emits a strong glow that forces the black smoke back. An ancient spell sounded in his mind, and he understood that he needed to recite it in order to unlock the power of the curse.

"Terminus Exuro!" Xie Huaiqing shouted loudly, and as the spell was issued, the tattoo burst out with strong energy, dispelling the black smoke in the forest one by one.

The roar of the owner of the face became more poignant, and then, he turned into a flame and disappeared into the depths of the forest. Xie Huaiqing felt great exhaustion, but he also knew that he had finally destroyed the source of the curse.

When he woke up, he felt a sense of relief that the horrors of the dream seemed to be over. However, he also knows that this is just the beginning, and he must continue to track his dreams to ensure that the curse is completely broken.

Over time, Xie Huaiqing became more and more proficient, being able to jot down as many fragments of dreams as possible after waking up. He used his notebook to record every detail, every plot, and tried to tease out the clues in his dreams.