RNP Chapter 835 The Dawn Brought by a Rose (2)
Chapter 835 The Dawn Brought by a Rose (2)
"So, this method is just right for now."
Jiuqi Shinobu said this, his tone gentle but with a hint of unquestionable firmness.
Ying nodded slightly and concluded, "In short, it's about finding those abnormalities in dreams that contradict reality and defy common sense, right?"
Jiuqi Shinobu nodded slightly, his eyes calm.
Hearing this, Yuan Xi's eyes flickered slightly, and his expression seemed thoughtful, as if he was quietly sorting out some secret clues in his heart.
At this moment, Paimeng suddenly raised his hand and asked a question: "Speaking of which... I've just been wondering, would those royalist sages arrange for their own people to be the subjects of the dream?"
"After all, wouldn't it be easier to manipulate them if it was someone they trusted?"
"If that's the case, wouldn't it be more effective in ensuring the stability of the entire dream world?"
Ying and Jiuqi Shinobu shook their heads almost at the same time, their movements so coordinated as if they were telepathically connected.
"It's unlikely." Ying spoke first, her tone firm, "Those who truly know the inside story are more likely to awaken subconsciously—"
"Once you realize you are in a dream, you will wake up immediately, which will disrupt the closed cycle of reincarnation."
Jiuqi Shinobu took over the conversation, his voice low and clear: "Because of this, those who are unaware are more suitable as carriers."
"Although they are difficult to fully control, it is precisely because of their ignorance that they are deeply trapped in it without realizing it, and their dreams are therefore more stable."
The two of them sang the same tune, with strict logic, completely denying Paimeng's guess. Upon hearing this, Paimeng could not help but lower his head, with a look of loss on his face.
After a brief discussion, everyone immediately set out, searching the streets and alleys of Xumi City, trying to find any flaws that were slightly different from the real world.
Even if it's just a misplaced brick, a repeated conversation, or a figure that shouldn't appear.
However, a whole day of traveling and exploring ultimately proved futile. The sun set, its afterglow stained the spire of the Temple of Wisdom red, and the entire city was shrouded in a golden and orange twilight.
Looking at the gradually darkening clouds in the sky, Ying sighed softly, a hint of fatigue in her voice: "This day... is coming to an end again."
Paimon also drooped, his tone depressed:
"Another fruitless reincarnation... How many more times must we go through this Flower God's Birthday Festival?"
At this moment, a familiar figure came into view not far away. He stood quietly at the corner of the street, looking into the distance.
"That's... Dina Zedai?" Paimon blurted out, then shook his head violently, "No, no! The real Dina Zedai is still receiving treatment at Nashida's place. There's no way she's here!"
"This is a 'doll' created out of thin air by the dream to fill the gap left by her absence." Ying whispered, staring at the lonely illusion, a rare hint of weariness flashing across the depths of her eyes.
She walked slowly to a bench nearby and sat down, as if even the wind on her shoulders had become heavy.
Paimon landed gently beside her and asked with concern: "Ying, are you... tired?"
Ying took a deep breath and closed her eyes. When she opened them again, a barely perceptible trace of fatigue appeared in her eyes: "I'm a little tired. I searched again and again with hope, but found nothing again and again..."
"With such repetition, our mentality is bound to waver. Moreover, our spirits are always trapped in this endless cycle. After a long time, anyone would feel tired."
Paimon looked up at the illusory figure and murmured:
"Looking back, it seems we've been trapped in this cycle of the Flower God's Birthday Festival for far too long..."
"The last time I was able to chat and laugh easily with Dina Zedai seems like a distant memory."
"But from our perspective, that was indeed a long time ago..."
Her voice softened. "I still remember that day, when we were sitting on this bench, she excitedly said she wanted to watch Nero's 'Dance of the Floral Goddess'. Her eyes sparkled, like they were studded with stars..."
"Unfortunately, due to the Great Sage's conspiracy, Nelue's mindset wavered, and Nashida and Caesar were forced to interrupt the celebration... All the good things came to an abrupt end."
Ying looked at the last ray of light in the sky, exhaled slowly, and said in a voice so low that it was almost a whisper:
"I... am starting to have trouble remembering her voice."
[To be honest, when Paimon said, "Traveler, are you tired?", I was already a little bit upset, and now this is even more decisive.]
[This sentence is really... Alas...]
Everyone is constantly reincarnating, only the Traveler and the others, guided by Nashida, continue to try. The burden is heavy, so it's natural to feel tired...
[This really suits the players who have made it all the way to where they are now.]
[It's a scary thing to say. When I sat here, I realized that I had forgotten that Dina Zedai was a very optimistic person in the beginning...]
[This is like actively handing over the knife, letting us stab ourselves...]
However, at this moment, the Dina Zedai "doll" beside her suddenly opened her red lips, and her voice rang out like a whisper on the wind:
"...There will always be things in life that make us feel frustrated and regretful, but I know that we keep moving forward precisely to avoid regrets, right?"
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Paimon: “!”
Paimon turned his head abruptly, staring at the still Dina Zedai "doll" with wide eyes, his voice trembling slightly:
"Those words just now...are exactly what Dina Zede said in the past! Could it be that...her consciousness has returned to this 'doll'?!"
"Dina Zedai..." Ying murmured softly, as if calling for a dormant past.
The Dina Zedai puppet slowly turned its head, looked at the two calmly, and asked softly, "Hmm? What's wrong, Traveler?"
"..." Ying was speechless for a moment, feeling complicated emotions surging in her heart, and she was unable to respond for a long time.
Paimon scratched his cheek and muttered in confusion, "But... she still looks like that emotionless 'doll', but just now, it really seemed like she was speaking..."
Ying exhaled softly, her eyes thoughtful. "If it weren't for Dina Zedai's remaining consciousness, at some point, it would have resonated with the 'doll' here..."
"That is, every time at this specific time, this 'doll' will unconsciously repeat the last words she left before falling asleep."
Paimon lowered his head, his tone slightly disappointed: "Is that so... just a repeated echo..."
Ying's eyes suddenly became firm and bright, like the morning light breaking through the clouds: "But she is right about one thing - we cannot leave any regrets!"
"Let's go, Paimon."
"Eh? Where are we going now?" Paimon looked surprised.
Ying raised her head, her gaze darting towards the Zubair Theatre, where the Flora Festival would soon be held. Her voice was clear and firm: "Wait until the parade is over, and then—go see the Dance of the Flora."
"Oh...eh?!" Paimon was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened, "Are you serious?!"
Ying's lips curled up slightly, a gentle smile in her eyes: "We have experienced the cycle of the Flower God's Birthday Festival sixty times together, but which one of them has truly witnessed its final chapter?"
"Having come to Xumi, how can I allow myself to leave with regrets?"
Paimon scratched his head and hesitated, "That's true... but didn't Nashida say that because of the Great Sage's interference, Nilu's psychological pressure was too great and she was no longer able to perform the "Dance of the Flower Goddess"? "
Ying's eyes flashed, and her tone was calm but unquestionable: "Then we will tell her that all this was just a dream."
"In reality, she was frightened by the gazes of the crowd and couldn't fully express her emotions. But what if it was in a dream? There were no constraints, no judgments, only pure dance and the flow of faith."
A hint of coldness flashed across her eyes, and her voice dropped a few notches. "At the very least... I will personally teach the Great Sage a lesson. This shattered situation is all because of him!"
Paimon was stunned for a moment, then smiled, nodded heavily, and raised his thumbs high: "Let alone anything else - just based on this sentence, I fully support it!"
It’s hard not to support.
[Can you give me a hint when I teach the Great Sage a lesson? I want to bring out the strongest team, and it's also a sign of respect.]
[Put a level 20 character in your team, slowly grind him down bit by bit until you get tired of him, then kill him with one strike.]
[Laomi, you must not omit this paragraph! ]
[This paragraph cannot be deleted for even a second! I said it!]
Ying and Paimon walked side by side, stepping on the dim light of the setting sun, and strolled on the bustling streets again.
There was a bustling crowd all around, and the float parade was slowly approaching, with flying ribbons and melodious music, as if the whole city was holding its breath in anticipation of this grand ceremony.
As the gorgeous floats approached one by one, Nashida's "puppet" and Caesar's "puppet" arrived at the Zubair Theater one after another according to their predetermined fate.
Dancer Nilu appears on stage, heralding the beginning of the much-anticipated "Dance of the Flower Goddess."
However, just when the atmosphere of celebration reached its peak, a familiar fate struck again -
The great sage and his assistant Setale walked steadily onto the center of the stage, just like in the previous fifty-nine reincarnations.
With solemn expressions and cold voices, they repeated the predetermined lines word for word, ready to once again announce the early end of the Flower God's Birthday Festival.
"The rules are set, how can we discuss them privately? If you continue to be so stubborn and insist on having your own way, we will have no choice but to order a thorough investigation of all those involved in the preparations for the Flower God's Birthday Festival—"
"By then, it won't be as simple as canceling the celebration."
"The great sage is merciful and lenient. He has already shown leniency. I ask you to understand the situation and not be confused about how to advance or retreat."
Setare's words pierced the heart like a cold blade.
On the stage, Nilu bit her lower lip and clenched her fists;
Countless people in the audience also glared angrily, but they suppressed the flames of anger in the face of power, and the air was filled with suffocating silence.
Just as the great sage was about to strike the final blow and history was about to repeat itself—
A burst of crisp and firm footsteps suddenly came from the stone steps beside the side, breaking the stagnant silence.
The white boots stepped up the stairs, and every step seemed to beat on the drum of fate.
Ying, the traveler from a foreign land, now held the dark red Shadow Chixiao, her eyes like torches, and with a furious will, she stepped onto the stage with Paimon beside her.
The wind blew her hair, and the green light symbolizing the grass element quietly gathered in her palm, like the whisper of life and the sprout of hope.
She raised her hand, pointing her finger at the high and mighty person who wanted to dominate everything. Her voice was clear and powerful, echoing throughout the Zubair Theater: "Spread!"