Records of Mysterious Things in the Southern Dynasties

Chapter 195 Dreaming
"Sister Nan, are you kidding? At this critical moment, he won't leave even if you chase him away, so how can he walk out on his own?" Chen Baxian said in disbelief.

"You don't know the power of Nanzhuangzhu." Ren Yuan laughed and said, "She only needs to snap her fingers to implant an idea in your mind, making you do it involuntarily."

"..." Nangong and Diwuwei looked at each other and thought that this was a real kid who actually believed it...

"That's amazing." Chen Baxian praised: "Master Nangong, please hypnotize him!"

"Do you think I'm a god?" Nangong Bai glanced at him and said, "I can only hypnotize you face to face. I don't have that ability from such a distance."

"Hehe, that's right." Chen Baxian laughed awkwardly, "I thought Sister Nan was omnipotent."

"..." Nangong's expression eased a little, and he explained to the newcomers:
"In fact, making people dream can also have a similar effect. For example, Emperor Wu of Han dreamed that someone was holding a knife to chop him. After waking up, he asked Jiang Chong to investigate who was trying to murder him. As a result, the crown prince Liu Ju rebelled, and the queen Wei Zifu was forced to commit suicide."

"For example, in the tenth year of Yongping in the Eastern Han Dynasty, Emperor Ming of Han dreamed of a tall golden man floating from the west, which shocked him. After waking up, he told his dream to his ministers and asked them if they knew who this man was."

"Then a minister said that there was a god in the West named Buddha, whose image was exactly the same as the one your Majesty dreamed of. Emperor Wen of the Han Dynasty sent people to India to introduce Buddhism to China." For some reason, Nangong described the second example in great detail, and then continued:
"So making people dream can achieve the same effect, and since people in the capital haven't had dreams for twenty years, the effect is even better."

"Okay." Everyone asked excitedly, "Then how do we do it specifically?"

"To put it simply, we create a dream for Dong Xian to enter, and make him think it was his own dream. Then we can use the content of the dream to give him a strong hint. As long as the hint is strong enough, he may come out of it on his own after waking up."

"Wow!" The three newcomers gave a thumbs up together, and even A-Yao looked admiring.

"It's just that this method of dream suggestion is far less effective than direct hypnosis and then implanting consciousness." Nangong rubbed his dark circles and said, "So it can't be as simple and crude as implanting consciousness. The dream must be constructed cleverly to achieve the desired effect."

"So let's brainstorm and see what kind of dream we should make him have?" She looked at everyone and said.

Everyone started discussing...

"Let him dream about Ah Feng's deep love for him." Chen Baxian, who was always quick to speak, was the first to suggest, "She has become sick with lovesickness and is about to die. I want to see him one last time."

As he said this, he was moved and said, "If I were Prince Dong, even if I knew I might be caught if I went out, I would definitely take the risk to go see him."

"Do you think he is also controlled by the lower corpse god like you?" Zuan sneered mercilessly: "He is just a male lover, how can his life be more important?"

Ren Yuan nodded and said, "Men who are obsessed with love are indeed rare."

"Yes." Yang Zhong also agreed.

The two of them attracted everyone's smiling gazes.

"Why are you looking at me?" Ren Yuan and Yang Zhong were confused and said in unison, "I'm not."

"Oh." Everyone laughed strangely, knowing that they were thin-skinned, they stopped making fun of them.

"How about letting him dream that his father is dying and wants to see him?" The Fifth Dimension suggested, "Filial piety is more important than anything else. He shouldn't be able to resist, right?"

"Then he will be even more scared and dare not come out." Nangong said calmly: "You have to consider the family education of nine generations of single inheritance."

"Since he is so afraid of death, let's just scare him." In the end, it was Ren Yuan who came up with a reliable idea, and everyone played roles and worked out the appropriate lines and scripts for Nangong, and then the content of the dream was determined. ~~
At the second watch, at Leshan Marquis Mansion.

Although his parents are still together and the family is still the same, strictly speaking, Marquis Leshan's home should still be the Linchuan Palace, but he is already 35 years old. Who would be willing to live under the eyes of his father and stepmother?
Xiao Zhengze then set up a separate residence west of Jiming Bridge, where he lived a life of debauchery and carousing. Except during the holidays, he basically never returned to the palace.

Xiao Hong was also happy that his sons were not around, so that he could have a shameless sex life with his beautiful wife and concubines, so he always turned a blind eye to it. Even when Donghun Hou caused panic in the capital a few days ago, he sent a team of guards to strengthen the defense of Leshan Hou Mansion.

Therefore, the security in Leshan Marquis Mansion is very strict at the moment. Even the owner of the fifth building cannot guarantee that he will not be discovered if he sneaks in.

But there is an adult who can guarantee...

A tabby cat squatted on the high wall of the back house and watched the lights in the main room go out. After a while, it lazily stood up, shook off the night dew on its fur, and gracefully walked away along the wall.

Soon, the tabby cat left the marquis's mansion and entered a house not far away.

In the yard, Ren Yuan and others had been waiting for a long time. Seeing Wen Li coming back, he hurriedly asked, "Is he asleep?"

Wen Li nodded and said, "Just went to bed."

"Okay, then I'll start." Nangong, who was sitting cross-legged on the mat, had already constructed the dream according to the script. Hearing this, he closed his eyes and let himself fall into a light sleep.

Light sleep is a state for others, but for Nangong, it is entering a time and space between dreams and reality.

She could see countless glowing threads of different colors slowly rising from every corner of Jinling City. When they reached high altitudes, they were blown to the west by the strong wind, drifting across the vast ocean, and finally falling down in that terrifying place called Dreamland.

At this moment, her soul was hovering above the vast ocean, and she couldn't help but follow the millions of glowing threads, wanting to fall asleep.

Fortunately, she has become accustomed to this state and can persist in this area where reality and dreams are connected for an hour without being sucked into dreams.

In reality, it takes about the time of an incense stick.

Therefore, in reality, she could only sleep for a stick of incense at most, and someone had to wake her up, otherwise she would never wake up again...

After stabilizing his body among the thousands of colorful silk threads, Nangong struggled to fly back to the sky above Jiankang City. He calmed his mind and concentrated on sensing those silk threads.

Ordinary people can't even see these threads, but Nangong can read all kinds of information about their owners from them. Of course, it is still a very torturous task to find Dong Xian's thread among millions of threads.

Even though she was a person with supernatural powers who was proficient in dreams, it still took her almost half an hour to find the silk thread from Dong Xian.

Nangong's Yin Spirit stretched out his hand and grasped the silk thread connecting Dong Xian's consciousness and dreamland.

The end of the silk thread leading to the dreamland quickly dimmed and disappeared without a trace.

Only the section connecting Dong Xian and Nangong was left, still glowing faintly.

(End of this chapter)