Dream Maker [Rebirth]

Time can dilute the pain. If the children who haven’t seen each other for 18 years really talk about the relationship, I’m afraid they won’t see how deep the relationship is, but the pain lies in their hopes. Once the 18 years of waiting and expectations are shattered, this is the most painful thing. People can't take it.

The bad news fell like thunder, and after the great shock and pain, the couple didn't even know whether they hated more or regretted more.

They hated, hated the rumored culprit who did not hesitate to deceive his master and exterminate his ancestors and killed his fellow sects in order to seize the spiritual weapon, but at the same time, they also regretted their incompetent choices 18 years ago.

If he hadn't been sent away that year.

If he was poor back then, he would be kept by his side.

If the fortune by chance came earlier...

Unfortunately, there has never been an if in this world.

A few months later, the three great fairy palaces were built.

The world, who were filled with righteous indignation like them and cursed the culprit endlessly, tasted the sweetness brought by the spiritual weapon, and effortlessly forgot the tragedy buried under the heavy snow.

At that moment, they finally realized that this painful nightmare did not belong to the whole world from beginning to end, but only to themselves.

In the next ten years, Mrs. Tong held her second son in her arms again and again when she dreamed back at midnight.

Because he has never seen the appearance of the second son when he grows up, the second son in the nightmare still looks like a baby back then.

The baby in the swaddle stretched out his immature hands, held her skirt tightly, and asked in confusion and sorrow over and over again: "Mother, why don't you want me?"

"Why don't you want me?"

"why?"

In the darkness before dawn, she woke up suddenly again and again, her new pillow was wet with tears in the frantic heartbeat, and her heart was broken.

She embroidered baby clothes one after another.

She set up a mourning hall in the mansion.

Incense was lingering in the mourning hall, like strands of unwilling ghosts, surrounding her, questioning her, knocking on the door of her heart.

In the quagmire of guilt and remorse, she began to be unable to distinguish between reality and dreams, began to talk to the questioning voice, and began to indulge in hallucinations for a long time.

Mourning, madness, breakdown.

Eventually he became ill.

However, even in her illness, the nightmare could not let her go, and every moment she was unconscious, she still endured the heart-breaking torment in her mind.

The memory came to an abrupt end.

The illusory scene in front of him faded and disappeared, and it returned to the bedroom of the Tongfu under the light net woven by the thread of memory.

Everything is crystal clear.

This couple is Tong Sang's parents, and the young master is Tong Sang's brother.It's just that this elder brother, like everyone in the mansion, didn't know that his younger brother was sent to the hidden spirit realm, and only thought that he was adopted by another family since he was a child.

Master Tong's resistance to creating dreams and changing memories and deliberately leaving the mourning hall to "welcome" Ji Wuzhou has also been explained-he hates this legendary dream master who killed his fellow disciples, but he has no choice but to ask for it For him, the strong contradiction and unwillingness made him leave the mourning hall for the bereavement of his son, which is like a kind of proof of guilt that he knows is futile, but also like a silent reprimand and interrogation.

Lu Ci didn't know whether Ji Wuzhou had recognized the baby's identity, after all, when he was in the secret realm, all his classmates were no different from strangers to him.

But he knew that even if Ji Wuzhou had no memory of the name "Tong Sang", he could at least see from these memories that the baby was from the same family who died in the secret realm back then, so he could understand how bad Master Tong treated him. reason.

Lu Ci turned his head to look, originally wanting to see how Ji Wuzhou reacted to this, but saw that he had no reaction at all like when he heard the hidden spirit secret realm before.

After meeting Lu Ci's gaze, Ji Wuzhou raised his chin nonchalantly towards the light net on the wall: "After the memory search is over, the memory can be recalled, and the process of recalling can be directly changed."

After that, he rotated the silver bell on the staff again, and the light net on the wall began to coil and fly towards the staff as if a thread had been pulled out.

The scene in front of me fluctuates and changes again, and the memory scenes I have seen just now reappear like a revolving lantern, but the content is quietly changing.

In the dilapidated old house where the memory started, the gray-haired Lang Zhong didn't congratulate the young couple any more, but changed his words and said that the wife "felt cold occasionally".

After that day, the memory of being pregnant in October became "the wind and cold are always present", the memory of the birth of the second son became "recovering from a serious illness", and the memory of sending the baby away became "the river downstream in the moon".

Afterwards, all the scenes and conversations about the second son were replaced by ordinary trivial matters, no more looking forward to, no more sad news about the death of a son, no more tears in the mourning hall, no more midnight dreams, some are just husband and wife The two supported and moved forward together, leading the eldest son from the commoner to the peaceful and smooth life of the wealthy embroidered household.

Seeing the changes in front of him, Lu Ci was entangled with two completely different emotions in his heart.

One is telling him: There are not many people in this world who miss children's funerals, and now there is one less.

The other is saying: This may be the best result for the child mother.

The dead are gone, the living are like this.

It is a blessing to be able to forget the pain.

The light net on the wall gradually thinned out as if being stripped of cocoons, and the memory thread coiled round and round on the top of the stick, and after undergoing changes, it flew towards the woman on the couch, sinking into her forehead little by little.

After the last paragraph also completely disappeared, the room returned to its original appearance, Lu Ci let out a long sigh of relief, and turned to look at Ji Wuzhou: "It's over?"

Ji Wuzhou nodded lightly, turned around and rushed out the door and said loudly: "Come in."

Master Tong had obviously been guarding the door and did not go far. After hearing this, he immediately opened the door and entered, looking at his wife on the couch.

Ji Wuzhou said: "The memory was changed at the beginning, she will wake up after half an hour."

After hearing this, Master Tong didn't answer, he just turned his head and told his eldest son, "Go let them tear down the mourning hall."

The eldest son left in response, and Master Tong closed the door without even looking at the two of them, and said in a deep voice, "Check out."

It can be seen that Master Tong really didn't want to say a word with the person in front of him, but Ji Wuzhou didn't have the consciousness of being annoying at all, so he said unhurriedly: "It happens to be free today, if you want to change your memory I can change it for you without increasing the price."

Lu Ci was a little surprised, but secretly hoped that Master Tong would accept the proposal.

After Mrs. Tong forgets everything, this old wound can only be borne by Mr. Tong alone. Instead of this, it is better to forget it together and enjoy the old age without worries.

However, Master Tong didn't even think about it: "No need."

Lu Ci sighed softly in his heart, sure enough, this decades-long obsession can't just be let go.

Ji Wuzhou raised his eyebrows, and stopped trying to persuade him, nodded and said: "Then pay the bill."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head to signal Lu Ci to hold the staff again, and then slightly tilted the handle of the staff towards Master Tong.

The silver bell on the top of the stick trembled, and instantly cut a light curtain between the two of them and Master Tong. In the middle of the light curtain, five pillars of air of different lengths were suspended, just like the three glazed pillars in Banyue Castle.

Body, soul, life, luck, memory.

Ji Wuzhou explained beside him: "This is called the 'Spiritual Gate', and the master can only open it voluntarily, and the price he is willing to pay is three years of lifespan, then only one item of lifespan is advisable, the upper limit is three years, and it can be opened." Not much less."

Lu Ci nodded. Xin Dao still had such a restriction, so that the person who made the wish would not have to worry about his aura being misappropriated.

Thinking about it, his eyes fell on the red air column representing Shouyuan, but he suddenly found that this air column was a bit strange.

——Most of this air column is bright red like blood from the bottom to the top, only a small section at the top is out of place, and it is turbid black red.

Before he could think too much, Ji Wuzhou approached the air column with a delicate glass bottle, and put the black and red mist at the top into the bottle.

After screwing on the bottle cork, he lightly raised his staff, the light curtain suddenly disappeared, and everything returned to normal.

"Okay." Ji Wuzhou said.

Naturally, Mr. Tong would not send him off politely, he didn't even give him a look, and walked around the two of them directly to the bedside, staying by Mrs. Tong's side.

Ji Wuzhou didn't stay any longer, he raised his chin at Chong Luci as a signal, and then walked straight out of the house.

After stepping out of the threshold, Lu Ci turned around and closed the door, just about to turn around, saw Ji Wuzhou raise his hand, and very casually stuck a flat object between the grilles on the door.

Lu Ci's gaze fell on it, followed by a stagnation of breath.

It was an old wooden signboard.

The word "child" is vaguely engraved in the middle.

This is... a relic of Tongsang!

Lu Ci turned his head in astonishment, but saw that Ji Wuzhou had turned and walked away as if nothing had happened, as if the wooden signboard was just a discarded object he had thrown away.

Lu Ci hurriedly followed, and said in disbelief, "You knew who they were before you came?"

As soon as he finished asking, he already had the answer in his heart: that wooden sign would never be something personal, the reason why Ji Wuzhou brought it today must be because he knew the identity of the owner early in the morning.

Sure enough, Ji Wuzhou did not deny it, and said bluntly: "I checked."

No wonder, no wonder he knew that the young master was not a dreamer when he saw him, and no wonder he was not surprised by the mourning hall and Master Tong's bad attitude.

This wooden sign must have been brought out by him from the secret realm back then, and it has been preserved for ten years and has not been lost.

Something flashed in Lu Ci's mind, and he asked, "So you chose that talisman paper because—"

"No," Ji Wuzhou seemed to know what he was going to say, before he finished speaking, he cut off his words neatly, and said with a joking smile, "It's just because his bid is high."

Being blocked by him, Lu Ci had to swallow back the unfinished guesswork, but he didn't fully believe the reason.

Just now after finishing the recollections for Mrs. Tong, Ji Wuzhou clearly mentioned that he can also rewrite the recollections for Master Tong at the original price. If what he only cares about is "high price", why bother?Why is it necessary to bring the relics of the child's bereavement back to the original owner?

Now that the two of them had reached the courtyard, they could see a group of young men walking in and out of the mourning hall in the corner of the courtyard, all of them were holding the original decorations in the mourning hall, which seemed to be destroyed.

Tong's parents stood on one side, giving instructions from time to time. Although there was no obvious smile on their faces, it could be seen that they were relaxed as if they had let go of something they had been thinking about for a long time.

Over the years, Tong Sang's death has not tortured Mrs. Tong alone. If her heart disease is not cured, the family of three will never be able to enjoy the real family happiness.

Now that the memory is erased, there will be no more haze in the mansion.

Seeing this situation, Lu Ci suddenly felt a little worried again, and asked in a low voice: "Although Mrs. Tong has forgotten it now, if someone accidentally mentions it in the future, will she think of something?"

Ji Wuzhou said: "As long as the forgotten person doesn't appear again, she won't think about it again."

Tong's funeral has passed away, and naturally there is no possibility of it appearing again, so Mrs. Tong is doomed to never remember that she had such a son again.

Lu Ci nodded slowly, and said again: "What if the forgotten person reappears?"

Ji Wuzhou was silent for a moment, and walked towards the gate of the mansion while saying: "It depends on the depth of friendship, maybe you will feel kind, or maybe nothing will happen."

The Tong's Mansion is located in the center of the city, and the main street where people come and go is the main street when they leave the gate. The two leisurely walked out for a while, and Ji Wuzhou asked, "Do you still want to go shopping today?"

According to Lu Ci's thoughts, he had been looking forward to the Continent of the World for a long time, but he felt that it was not appropriate to drag Ji Wuzhou around all day, so he listened to Ji Wuzhou when he was about to answer "No need". Said: "Have you brought the talisman paper?"

Lu Ci knew that he was asking about the talisman paper whose transmission point was Banyue Fort, so he nodded and took the talisman paper out of his sleeve as if he was going back immediately.

Ji Wuzhou glanced at the talisman paper, and said: "That's fine, you can just stroll around by yourself."

Lu Ci was a little surprised: "What about you?"

Ji Wuzhou said: "I have something to do in the palace today, I'll go back first."

Lu Ci's current status can be regarded as his subordinate no matter what, when he heard that something happened in the palace, he said: "Then I will also—"

"No need," Ji Wuzhou knew what he wanted to say, and interrupted, "It's just a trivial matter, you go shopping."

Lu Ci didn't say any more, and watched Ji Wuzhou turn into a street corner, he knew that Ji Wuzhou must also have a talisman on him, and transferring to a secluded place to transmit it would only cause riots on this busy street.

After Ji Wuzhou left, Lu Ci walked aimlessly along the main street for a while, and gradually found that the shops and street stalls in this city were similar to those in Qingzhou.

After some inquiring, I found out that this place, like Qingzhou, is located in the eastern part of the human continent, so the products and customs are similar, even the food taste and dialect are almost the same.

After strolling around half the street, Lu Ci suddenly lost the interest to continue wandering. The left and right are very similar, and there is nothing new.

Besides... Although I don't want to admit it, wandering around alone is a bit boring.

Thinking of this, he immediately didn't plan to stay any longer, and looked around, trying to find a corner to teleport back to the palace.

Unexpectedly, when he was looking around, there was a burst of exclamation and noise from the street ahead.