Dream Walker: Feng Shui Master Bai Ya

Shang Muchen found it quite interesting that the screen that appeared in the void in front of his forehead when he closed his eyes.

This was not a dream; Shang Muchen was fully awake and could sense the others lingering around him.

However, Shang Muchen, who was resting with his eyes closed, could clearly see the vivid and incredibly realistic scene.

The visuals are so clear that they don't feel like a movie theater screen, but rather like a third-person perspective VR game.

The scene that comes into view is a giant, nine-headed serpent launching an attack deep inside a bottomless tunnel.

Many soldiers fired their guns, but the bullets bounced off the python's scales.

The monstrous python charged forward. Liu Qingyang's eyes glowed red as she piloted the giant robot "Rescue Jun No. 1" with a bloodthirsty expression. Its four massive mechanical arms grabbed the python's head and tore at it desperately.

On the ground, Xu Lele, with disheveled hair, singed ends, and a face full of injuries, was operating a computer, desperately shouting into the walkie-talkie, seemingly trying to help Liu Qingyang.

Shang Muchen watched for an unknown amount of time—perhaps a long time, perhaps only a moment—and found it quite interesting and exciting. This kind of vivid daydream was really fun.

Suddenly, the monstrous python coiled around "Rescue Jun No. 1," violently flipping its massive body. In an instant, the steel bars twisted, the locks broke, and the two mechanical arms snapped off.

Shang Muchen panicked instantly. He was afraid that something might really happen to Liu Qingyang. His heart tightened and a thought popped into his head—"May the monster python die!"

The instant this thought arose, everything in the illusion froze, the scene stopped, and then slowly turned to ashes and disappeared.

Shang Muchen could no longer maintain his clear and calm state. He let out a long breath and realized that his back was soaked with sweat. The summer night breeze made him feel somewhat comfortable.

"Alright, I know what to do now." Shang Muchen slapped his thigh and stood up.

"Really?" Fujiwara Eikichi stepped forward urgently, grabbed Shang Muchen's hand, and said earnestly, "You must save Nan-chan! I'll give you all my money!"

Shang Muchen raised an eyebrow and asked with a smile, "You really like Lanshan South?"

"Yes!" Fujiwara Eikichi nodded vigorously.

"Would you be willing to die for her? To trade your life for hers?"

"this……"

Fujiwara Eikichi remained silent and did not answer.

"Hehe, it seems you're still not devout enough," Shang Muchen said with a smile and a shake of his head. "You don't even dare to say a single bold word?"

Even just saying it, like "I'd die for her," isn't that enough?

"That's not how it is! If I die, how can she know that I love her?" Fujiwara Eikichi said weakly.

"Don't you Japanese trolls really like the concept of 'mono no aware' (the pathos of things)? Dying gracefully, isn't that a cool thing for you samurai?"

"Um... does it really have to be a life for a life?" Fujiwara Eikichi took a half step back, glancing weakly at Ashiya Ninzaburo, his survival instincts kicking in.

"Hahaha!" Shang Muchen laughed loudly, then shook his head and said, "I was just saying it casually; you don't actually need to die."

"Ah! You tricked me!" Fujiwara Eikichi glared angrily.

"Tch, you really have no sense of humor." Shang Muchen waved his hand with a smile and said, "Just now, I suddenly thought of a great idea that can both rescue Lan Shannan and prevent her from getting hurt."

Ashiya-san just explained that this "Reflection Platform Array" we're in is actually an array about illusions, hallucinations, and dreamscapes, right?

"Yes!" Ashiya Ninzaburo nodded.

"Alright, in that case, let's use this formation to deal with the formation itself."

"Master Shang, what do you mean by that?"

"If we want to rescue Lanshan Nan without taking any damage, we can't force our way in; instead, we have to follow the rules of this formation."

Next, I ask you all to act in a play with me.

I have only one request: you must always remember that you are fantasizing for the purpose of rescue, and all absurd experiences are false illusions.

Is it possible to do that?

"I'll give it a try..." Fujiwara Eikichi nodded.

Shang Muchen turned to look at the others.

"Are we... going to participate too?" Xiao Jie asked in surprise.

"Yes, everyone has to get involved," Shang Muchen said decisively.

"Explain what you're going to do first. If it's too dangerous, I won't take the risk," Xiao Jie said, adjusting his glasses with displeasure.

"I want you to create illusions to disrupt the operation of this formation."

"While you're distracting Lan Shannan, I'll analyze and break the mental shackles binding her," Shang Muchen explained earnestly.

"Illusions? How could I create any illusions?" Xiao Jie shook his head repeatedly.

"It's very simple. Just enter the space in front and focus your attention on what you're afraid of."

What are you afraid of?

"Yes, the thing I fear most, the thing I dread most, the thing I least want to see, the thing I most want to escape from," Shang Muchen said earnestly.

"Fear is one of the simplest, most direct, and clearest thoughts in human beings."

The formation in front of us is like a mirror, capable of reflecting thoughts from the subconscious and even the conscious mind.

The security guards and dogs we just encountered, and the ninjas Ashiya-san met, were all characters we didn't want to meet.

This reflection is personalized.

Why didn't we encounter any ninjas? Because we had no idea what ninjas were, we had never seen one in person, we didn't know how powerful they were, so we had no reason to be afraid.

But we are familiar with security guards and dogs, and our fear of dogs is a straightforward fear, so it was reflected in the formation.

Next, I want to use fear to my advantage, and in turn, exploit the inherent characteristics of the formation to break it.

"Wouldn't it be even more terrifying if we reflected all the things we're afraid of?" Curly-haired Fang Xuan asked, scratching his head.

"Everyone has different fears. If you were to reflect all the things you fear most, those things would come together and cause conflict."

What we need to do is guide and control fear, actively leading it. This is difficult, but still achievable.

You don't need to maintain this for long; just keep Lan Shannan's attention. I'll resolve her problem as soon as possible.

"Okay." Xiao Jie nodded, then turned to look at Curly-haired Fang Xuan and Short Wu Biao, who also nodded.

Ashiya Rensaburo and Fujiwara Eikichi also agreed.

After they finished discussing their plan, they slowly walked towards the open space in front of the building.

The moment I stepped into the open space, an indescribable white mist silently rose from all around.

The night fog drifted and lingered, obscuring the view and making it impossible to find one's way back, let alone turn back.

Rumble, rumble—

Heavy footsteps, accompanied by the sound of dragging a heavy object, rang out from the white mist. Soon, a giant demon, over ten meters tall, with red skin, a horn on its forehead, and wearing a tiger-skin skirt, appeared, dragging a wooden club as big as a dinosaur's thigh.

"Now! You all need to concentrate!" Shang Muchen commanded.

In an instant, several strange illusions appeared in front of the group, blocking the giant ghost's path.