novelhk Chapter 284 Dream Sniping... Begins!
Chapter 284 Dream Sniping... Begins!
"Huh?!" Tang Xiaorui's body stiffened slightly, as if she wanted to turn her head, but the syringe had already been pushed in.
The dark blue liquid was pushed in at a constant speed.
The effect was almost immediate—Tang Xiaorui was quickly overwhelmed by an irresistible, deep weariness.
Her eyelids drooped heavily, her body went limp, and she fell forward.
Tang Xiaofu stretched out her arms at the right moment and caught her unconscious younger sister steadily.
Only then did she let out a soft sigh of relief and look up at Lin Feng:
"My sister is being willful and has caused you trouble."
Lin Feng gently shook his head: "It's alright, it's just her nature."
"Tonight," Tang Xiaofu said softly, "I'll have to trouble you to share a dream with her again."
Lin Feng nodded, his eyes solemn: "I will do my utmost!"
Tang Xiaofu didn't say anything more, but just looked down at her sleeping sister in her arms, then turned and walked away.
Her figure didn't go far; after a few steps, it vanished into the air like ink dissolving in water...
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9 p.m., the principal's office, a secret room behind the bookshelf.
The near-out-of-control crisis that afternoon made Tang Xiaorui fully aware of the hidden risks within her.
She didn't want to hurt Lin Feng, and she didn't want to have her body taken over by another personality someday in the future.
Therefore, when her father suggested trying "shared dreams" to get to the root of the problem, she did not hesitate at all and took the initiative to ask to do it as soon as possible.
At this moment, the air was filled with a strange scent that blended old books, special herbs, and a faint electric current.
On the floor in the center of the secret room, a complex and symmetrical magic circle was drawn with shimmering silver powder. The lines intertwined like a double helix, which was the core pattern of the "Dream Sharing Ritual" recorded in the ancient book.
Tang Xiaorui and Lin Feng lay on specially made soft couches on either side of the magic circle, their eyes closed and their breathing steady. They had entered a light sleep state under the guidance of the external ointment and Elena's deep relaxation.
Each of them had an extremely thin, almost transparent thread tied around their wrist, the other end of which was connected to several strange crystal devices that were slowly rotating at the edge of the magic circle.
Dr. Elena stood at the outer edge of the magic circle, holding the ancient book in her hands, her expression more focused and solemn than ever before.
Following the instructions in the book, she chanted the obscure syllables at a specific rhythm.
Tang Yuan stood a short distance away with his hands behind his back, calmly watching the entire process. A faint energy field flowed around him, seemingly stabilizing the foundation of the ritual.
Half a step to his side stood Tang Xiaofu, dressed in a smart dark casual outfit.
At this moment, Tang Xiaofu's gaze was fixed on her younger sister, and her hands unconsciously clenched slightly.
"When thoughts merge with emptiness, all phenomena arise from the mind; with thoughts as the boat, one can ferry one across the dream realm..."
Elena recited the last guiding phrase and sprinkled a small pinch of golden powder into the center of the magic circle.
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The silver powder on the magic circle shone brightly, and the two transparent threads connecting Lin Feng and Tang Xiaorui suddenly lit up with a soft white light, as if some kind of invisible "fluid" was circulating between the two of them along the threads.
The two people lying on the soft couch furrowed their brows slightly in almost simultaneous motion before drifting into a deeper sleep.
"The connection is established." Elena breathed a sigh of relief, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. She looked at Tang Yuan.
Tang Yuan nodded slightly, walked to Lin Feng's soft couch, leaned down, and whispered to the seemingly sleeping Lin Feng in a voice that could only be heard up close:
"Young Maple, listen carefully. Dreams are the manifestation of obsessions, and their rules differ from those of the ordinary world."
"Once you go inside, the power of the ancient book will randomly manifest as a 'weapon' or 'tool' that appears beside you."
"Find it, and make good use of it."
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Dream.
On the top floor of the Triumph Building is the "Starry Sky Revolving Restaurant".
Soothing jazz music filled the air, mingling with the aromas of champagne, perfume, and fine food.
Outside the huge circular floor-to-ceiling windows, the night view is as dazzling as a galaxy, slowly and almost imperceptibly rotating, bringing a dizzying feeling of looking down on the world from the clouds.
This is a high-society masquerade ball.
The guests were dressed in finery; the men wore well-tailored tailcoats, while the women wore flowing skirts, and everyone wore exquisite half-face masks.
Lin Feng stood at the edge of the halo cast by the crystal chandelier, looking down at himself with a somewhat bewildered expression—
He was dressed in a well-fitting black tuxedo and wore white gloves.
He raised his hand and touched his face, his fingertips brushing against the cool, smooth mask.
Memories quickly returned: the shared dream ritual, Tang Yuan's instructions...
arms!
Weapons conjured from ancient books!
He instinctively reached out and touched his own body.
The coat pockets were empty, and there was only a silk handkerchief in the trouser pocket.
Just as he was getting a little anxious, his fingers touched a hidden pocket inside his tuxedo, near his chest.
The fingertips felt the touch of a hard object.
His heart tightened, and he immediately looked around.
The music was melodious, and people chatted and laughed in small groups, paying no attention to him.
He turned around without making a sound and walked towards the restroom sign.
The bathroom is equally luxurious, with marble walls so smooth they reflect light like a mirror.
After confirming that no one was in the cubicle, Lin Feng locked the door and quickly took out the item from his inner pocket.
It feels slightly heavy and cool to the touch.
It was a palm-sized, retro-style handheld mirror with a dark gold metal frame engraved with spiral patterns similar to magic circles.
He turned it over, and sure enough, there were a few tiny lines of text pasted on the back of the mirror, as if they were printed on:
The Mirror of Truth
[Function: By reflecting the true nature of the target, this mirror can reveal their obsession and gradually dissipate it.]
[Restriction: Only effective against "parasitic entities that are not the dominant personality".]
[Warning: Only a full-face image is shown to represent the "true appearance".]
Lin Feng stared at these lines of text, and several black lines instantly appeared on his forehead.
Masquerade Ball!
Everyone's wearing a mask! What's the point of this mirror?!
Unless that guy takes off his mask voluntarily, or... tears it off himself!
Lin Feng put away the mirror, took a deep breath, and pushed open the door back into the banquet hall.
Now, we need to find someone.
His gaze swept across the entire arena like a radar.
Although everyone was wearing masks, Lin Feng had his own plan in mind—
Because Tang Xiaorui had a small wound on her lip, which she had bitten that afternoon.
Soon, his gaze settled on the sofa area at the edge of the dance floor, near the giant viewing window.
A young girl wearing a champagne-colored velvet dress and a half-face mask with rhinestone butterflies is holding a glass of juice, gazing absently at the night view outside the window.
The mask covered her eyebrows and eyes, but it couldn't hide the outline of the lower half of her face.
A very faint tear was faintly visible on her slightly pursed lips.
Furthermore, her familiar, light sitting posture, as if ready to leap at any moment, even from a distance, allowed Lin Feng to sense the barely suppressed restlessness hidden beneath her dignified demeanor—
That was by no means the quiet elegance of a lady, but rather Tang Xiaorui's unique, vibrant vitality.
There's no mistake, it's Tang Xiaorui!
Lin Feng's heart tightened, but he did not immediately step forward.
Both Tang Yuan and Elena emphasized that acting rashly on the other's home turf could lead to unpredictable consequences.
His goal is the second personality; he must find "him" first.
He casually picked up a glass of wine, leaned against a pillar not far from the sofa, and glanced at Tang Xiaorui's surroundings as if he were not paying attention.
He quickly noticed something was wrong.
A man dressed in a classic black tuxedo and wearing a plain white half-face mask hovered almost like a shadow, always within a range of about three to five steps from Tang Xiaorui...