Toyokawa Shoko doesn't want to become a witch

Miao Meng curled the corners of her mouth, moved a stool over, and sat down in front of Xiangzi.

The Dream House on the table is running, and the simple display shows that the number of connections is "1", meaning that only one person is in the shared dream provided by Dream House.

A person is dreaming.

Why do we do that?

Miaomeng couldn't help but feel a little curious.

In reality, Xiangzi only said that there might be a situation, but Miaomeng didn't know exactly what it would be. However, the fact that Xiangzi was willing to speak and hand over the reins of the dream-making process to her was already a great step forward, and she didn't ask for too much.

But no matter what, I'll still be curious.

Miaomeng stretched out her finger and poked Xiangzi's cheek.

Does Xiangzi know that he looks cute when he's sleeping? Probably not.

Miaomeng stared at Xiangzi's face.

Her face was covered in fine beads of sweat, and her blue hair hung down like seaweed, a few strands clinging to the sweat on her face. Her lips were slightly pursed, and her brows were furrowed in shallow wrinkles. My gaze moved downwards, and a barely noticeable bead of sweat slid down her neck to her collar, disappearing into the mysterious cleavage.

Xiangzi has a pretty good figure, Miaomeng doesn't deny that.

But why does she look a little nervous?

Is there something in the dream?

Miao Meng turned her attention back to Xiangzi's face, watching her long eyelashes tremble gently with her breath, and couldn't help but be a little lost in thought.

so beautiful.

There might be some things that weren't made clear. The reason Jill broke up with her ex-boyfriend wasn't because they had any major conflicts, nor was it because they were going to have a long-distance relationship. It's because Jill... the guy who actually raised her was actually a serious, cough cough.

Miao Meng felt that she had been influenced by her to some extent. Xiangzi was exactly the type she liked the most, but she was always the kind of person who had the desire but not the courage. Her few consciences and the fear that Hatsuka would take her life were the two shackles that always prevented her from doing anything wrong like Shinji Ikari.

By the time Miaomeng realized what she was doing, her lips had almost touched Xiangzi's...collarbone.

I don't know when, but I climbed onto the recliner and buried my head in Xiangzi's arms.

"Damn it..."

With a blush, Miao Meng lifted her head from Xiangzi's arms and subconsciously uttered that famous line.

"I am absolutely terrible."

She leaned on the chair, looking down at Xiangzi's sleeping face, and murmured to herself.

"You're telling me, what am I doing to a young girl... especially since she's your boss? Won't you be cursed by heaven? And what are you doing at a time like this, when she's working? Are you in heat? Haha, that's hilarious, that joke is too funny." She smirked. "Even that old woman didn't have those feelings for you back then... although she doesn't now either."

Jill is clearly interested in her boss and has no room for anyone else.

Hey.

With her cheeks flushed red, Miaomeng climbed down from the recliner where Xiangzi was lying and sat back on her little stool.

Thankfully, Chu Zi wasn't there, otherwise she would have been chopped into mincemeat and no one would have spoken up for her. Even Hai Zi would probably have looked at her with disdain.

“No, no, no, this is not the time to think about such stupid questions.” Miao Meng covered her head. “Don’t you think it’s strange that Xiangzi came here alone to dream? You Tianji Ruomai, aren’t you curious about what she’s doing, Miss You Tianji Ruomai?”

Of course I'm curious! How could I not be?

Miao Meng took a deep breath and focused her gaze on the Dream House that was in operation.

"Should we go in and take a look?" Miaomeng whispered. "Let's go in and see what's going on in her head and what she's afraid of. If she doesn't want to tell us, I'll just barge in and take a look myself."

Well, let's do it.

Meow Dream dragged over another recliner, walked to the front of the Dream House, and pressed her finger on the tip of the Seed of Lamentation.

A slight stinging sensation came over her, and Miaomeng heard a beep.

This is a necessary certification process for joining midway through the process.

She lay back in the chair, closed her eyes, and let the basic sleep function built into the Dream Home gradually take effect.

Another beep.

The digital identifier for shared dreams has changed to "2".

The Tale of Reincarnation: The Path of Fall, the Road of No Return: Chapter 610 Godot Arrives

When people dream, they never remember how the dream started, even if they enter the dream using a dream-making tool.

When Miaomeng realized she was dreaming, she found herself standing on a vast, empty land.

This is a vast wasteland, the ground is dry and cracked as if it has not been watered for a long time, and the cracks cover all the land as far as the eye can see.

"Is this... Xiangzi's dream?"

Miao Meng pinched her own face.

it hurts.

Even in dreams, the senses are the same; it's impossible to say that you won't feel pain in a dream. Moreover, if you feel pain, it's not so easy to wake up; you have to die or fall to wake up.

So... why did Xiangzi's dream turn out like this?

Such a barren land, does she not have anything in her mind usually, so she can't dream about anything?

Miao Meng squinted her eyes.

Does that seem a bit excessive?

Xiangzi is usually so tired and overworked, it's understandable that she sleeps very soundly... Wait, this isn't ordinary sleep, she's connected to the Dream House. Since Xiangzi is the dream master, she should know what her dreams look like, meaning that the scenes Miaomeng is seeing now are all created by Xiangzi herself as the dream master.

But why?

Why would she create a dream where there is nothing?

Miao Meng wandered aimlessly across the plains, not even knowing where she was going or where she should go to find Xiangzi.

As she walked, her consciousness began to waver.

How long have I been walking? The sun overhead seems to have never moved, and my shadow is still shrunken into a small ball at my feet.

The scorching sun had already made Miaomeng drenched in sweat.

My clothes were completely soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to my skin. Large drops of sweat dripped from my chin onto the ground, leaving a watermark on the cracked earth before being quickly evaporated by the high temperature, leaving only a round salt stain.

The salt stains stretched for who knows how far.

Just when Miaomeng felt like she was about to die from exhaustion, she smelled a fragrance.

The aroma of roasted meat.

"It smells so good..."

Having walked for a long time, Miaomeng was also hungry, and she subconsciously swallowed.

But soon, she noticed something amiss in the aroma of the roasted meat, and this strange smell became more and more pronounced as she continued to walk forward, even overpowering the aroma of the roasted meat.

It was the burnt smell of charred rubber, cloth, nylon, and the like, mixed with the smell of roasted meat, making it extremely disgusting.

Miao Meng frowned, a sense of foreboding rising in her heart.

What kind of thing would give off this smell?

She continued walking with this question in mind, and before long, the question that had just arisen in her heart was resolved.

First came a huge column of black smoke, then as she continued forward, a large, pot-shaped pit appeared before her. After taking two more steps, the contents of the pot came into view.

"I rely on..."

Miao Meng was stunned, frozen in place.

The pit was filled with the bodies of all sorts of primates, withered and shrunken, curled up like shrimp under the high temperature, with bones that could not be curled up protruding from the charred skin. Judging from their shape, they could be identified as human.

The ashes danced like butterflies on the pit, swirling around the thick smoke that billowed into the sky.

So that's where the aroma of grilled meat and the smell of burnt plastic come from.

So disgusting.

Miaomeng knelt on the ground and dug her fingers deep into the cracked soil.

She had been burned to death several times while speeding in her car. She never imagined that she would emerge from the fire looking so terrifying that she was regarded as a demon in urban legends.

It wasn't until she saw those people shot dead, thrown into pits, doused with gasoline, and burned alive that she truly understood how nauseating the scene was. She thought that after leaving that war-torn land and arriving in Paris, she would no longer have to face these disgusting things... but they actually appeared in Xiangzi's dreams.

Miao Meng finally recovered and took a few breaths, but then she inhaled the strange smell in the air again, and a wave of nausea and dryness surged up again.

Miao Meng never considered herself a good person. She wasn't particularly averse to murder and arson. Even when she witnessed the massacre of civilians in real life, she would only click her tongue in amazement and have no real physical reaction.

She shouldn't feel much about this scene, so why was she kneeling here, looking at the corpses in the pit...? She even had some impression of the shapes of many of the corpses because she had seen them in real life. Looking at these corpses, Miao Meng felt nauseous like never before.

Can't help it.

"......vomit......"

Miaomeng knelt on the ground and began to gag.

After a while, probably because there was nothing in her stomach, she vomited up a lot of stomach acid and finally recovered. She slumped down and sat cross-legged on the edge of the pit, staring at what was inside.

Why do I feel nothing in reality, but feel so uncomfortable in my dreams?

Miaomeng probably guessed the reason.

Reality is reality, and dreams are a continuation of reality, something the dreamer thinks about day and night. The fact that she can see these scenes means... Xiangzi can never forget what she saw back then.

Xiangzi remembered it all the time; it was etched into his dreams and even became a nightmare.

While she almost did something unspeakable to Xiangzi in reality, this was the scene Xiangzi dreamed of. Just thinking about it, and the moment her sense of smell touched that foul odor, Miao Meng couldn't help but feel nauseous.

She didn't mean to disgust Xiangzi by having these kinds of dreams.

Instead, it makes you feel disgusted with yourself.

Miao Meng covered her mouth, forcing herself to swallow back the urge to vomit.

"I'm hopeless." Miao Meng shook her head and slowly got up from the ground.

Wiping the sweat from her forehead with her dried sleeve, now stained with mottled salt, Miaomeng began to walk along the mass grave.

"Why would you think about these things? I don't understand." Miao Meng seemed to be talking to Xiangzi, but also to herself, since every word that came out of her mouth could only be heard by the guys in the pit. "I was wondering why you had nightmares on the plane. So it's because you can't forget what you saw back then..."

It seems there's more to it than just what's in front of her; there are also things that don't exist in Miaomeng's memories. They're just as disgusting, but she's never seen them before.

At least I've never seen a corpse that looks like octopus tentacles or any other strangely shaped monster corpses.

What is this? Grilled squid?

What are these? Pumpkin lanterns?

Miao Meng walked along the edge of the pit and saw the remains of many things she had never seen before.

Oh, I've seen this before. This is the witch they killed not long ago, or more accurately, Xiangzi killed her.

Could it be that Xiangzi piled up all the things he had killed in here?

But why would she do this? Miao Meng still couldn't figure it out. And after wandering around here for so long, the only thing she saw was this huge pit. Where was Xiangzi? As the dream master, where did she go?

Meow Dream endured the unpleasant smell, frowned, and shielded her head with her hands, gazing into the distance, trying to see something else.

Well, she actually did see something.

Miao Meng squinted her eyes and gazed into the distance.

The horizon was distorted by the high temperature, looking as if it were covered with a layer of mist. The scenery around the horizon became blurry, but there was a road that stretched in this direction and stopped a few hundred meters away from Miaomeng.

She hadn't even noticed the road in this direction, let alone the small black dot approaching from that road.

The tiny black dot kicked up plumes of dust, gradually enlarging in Miaomeng's vision until it finally transformed into the shape of an off-road vehicle.

It could only be Xiangzi, and no one else but him.

Meow Dream.

After searching for so long, she was finally found. She suddenly felt a sense of relief. Thank goodness she was found, otherwise, who knows how long she would have had to stay in this horrific dream.

Finally, the SUV stopped at the end of the road and opened the passenger door in the direction of Miaomeng.

As expected, it was Xiangzi sitting in the driver's seat. She patted the passenger seat, gesturing for Miaomeng to sit down.

"It's actually my turn to pick you up."

This was Xiangzi's first sentence after Miaomeng sat down.