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Well 83-23
Sewei shook his head and walked towards Qinglan. Qinglan, who was still trying to refuse, immediately spoke up, "Sewei, what are you doing!" Sewei walked straight past him and squatted down next to Mobei. "I just hit him with a stun grenade. He should wake up in a bit and be released from his puppet state." Qinglan stroked his chin and leaned closer to Yan Fuxue. "Isn't he a villain? What else could be a villain? Surely not the King of Ghostly Dreams?" At that moment, a bell rang, spreading throughout the entire deep dream realm.
Qinglan felt a wave of dizziness, while Yan Fuxue was also struggling to stay upright. The erotic sensation shattered her left hand again, immediately snapping Qinglan and Yan Fuxue back to reality: "You two, don't let yourselves be controlled!" Qinglan immediately shook her head, panting heavily: "That was close! What was that sound?" Yan Fuxue looked down at her right hand; she had almost been affected too. If it weren't for the erotic sensation, they would have all been wiped out.
Sewei: "I don't know." Qinglan saw his shattered left hand: "Are you alright?" Sewei hid his left hand: "Kids shouldn't watch this kind of thing. It'll be fine in a while. Be good, listen to me." Qinglan frowned upon hearing the tone of his voice. Yan Fuxue looked at his tangled hand.
As Sewei's hand recovered, a figure walked up from below and stood behind her. This was the same ordinary person Sewei had encountered earlier. Yan Fuxue looked at this person: "Are you perhaps the friend of the first Dream Controller, the Dream Master of the Sky - Eastern Alf?" Alf nodded: "You know quite a lot, little girl." Driven by curiosity, Yan Fuxue asked: "You've been missing for so long, and you've been staying here all this time?" Alf walked up to them: "Yes, I was ordered by the first Dream Controller, Qingyan, to guard this place." Qinglan walked to the corner of the wall, where water was dripping. Sewei saw this and couldn't help but think: Is this a suitable place to use the restroom?
Alfred walked to Qinglan's side, and Qinglan immediately wiped her eyes a few times and stood back next to Yan Fuxue. Alfred said, "This is the Dream Bell - Ghostly Dream Sound. Those who hear it and haven't become puppets will become puppets directly. Later there will be the Dream Marsh Bell - Transformation Music, which directly transforms puppets into Ghostly Dreams. If someone is re-entered by a Ghostly Dream, they will slowly lose their senses and then become a puppet." Qinglan looked at Mobei, who had just woken up, "Luckily we arrived in time. If it had been any later and the Dream Marsh Bell - Transformation Music had played, the protagonist's little follower would have become a Ghostly Dream." Mobei looked around, and upon seeing something suggestive, immediately retreated, condensing a Thunder Flame Bomb in his hand to protect the two behind him, his eyes fixed on him, "Why is there a wanted criminal here?" Qinglan remained silent, and Yan Fuxue explained everything to him.
Mo Bei lowered his head, looking at the fiercely burning lightning flames in his hand: "When I was first captured, I thought about hitting myself awake, but I have a high level of lightning flame resistance, so no matter how I hit myself, I couldn't feel any pain..." Qing Lan patted his shoulder: "Now you're fine, aren't you?"
Mo Bei suddenly remembered something and turned to ask Alfre, "You said you came here to guard this place, so what are you guarding?" Alfre led them towards the town center. Mo Bei waved to Qing Lan and the others, and Qing Lan immediately followed.
A tower slowly appeared ahead, with huge bells hanging on all four sides and four doors below.
Qinglan walked to the door and tried to push it a few times, but found no response. Alfred walked over to him, gently pushed the door open for Qinglan, and then took a crystalline object that looked like a key from the gemstone pendant around his neck. Qinglan nodded: "I knew this door needed a key." Then he shook his head: "This isn't right, is it? There's no keyhole, no handle, what's the use of a key?" Alfred took the key and smashed it against the door, and the door quickly cracked and then shattered. Qinglan's jaw dropped: "So it's a physical door-opening system!" Alfred turned and nodded: "Yes. One key can only open the door once. If you open it but don't get in in time, the door will close again." Then he gave the necklace to Qinglan, who immediately put it on.
The group entered the room, which contained a deep well of unknown depth. Mo Bei flickered with lightning and flames, tossing it downwards; the light grew weaker and weaker until it disappeared completely. The musical notes in Qing Lan's hand did the same, proving that the well was indeed deep.
Sewei twirled the bone three times; this was his sonic bone bullet. He walked to the well and said, "Make way, my bone bullet is very loud." After everyone moved aside slightly, a yellow light flashed, and a bone bullet was fired, emitting a deafening sound that then grew fainter. The yellow light in the well also diminished, and the sound became almost inaudible.
"Oh no," said the woman, turning to Alfred. "This well seems really deep." "What's in it? If we jump in, will there be deep water or something to cushion our fall?" Alfred shook his head. "I don't know."
Mo Bei walked past Alfred, staring intently down below. "I think I can put all of you into my small world, and my Heavenly Fire Drop will reach you first." Qing Lan asked, "What about you?" Mo Bei replied, "The Heavenly Fire Drop is immune to most decay damage, so it's fine." Yan Fuxue said, "This is the only way right now. If we keep using Qing Lan's cushion as a buffer, your spiritual power will run out, and then everyone will perish. We must consider the worst-case scenario." Qing Lan slapped her thigh. "How come I didn't think of that? You're so clever!" Yan Fuxue shook her head. "If I release you to place the cushion, your descent speed won't keep up with the Heavenly Fire Drop." Qing Lan replied, "Alright then, since you've already accepted me into someone else's small world, I won't say anything more."
Alfred shook his head: "I won't go." Mo Bei put the others into the small world, stood by the well, looked into the deep well, took a deep breath, and then jumped down, lightning and flames swirling around him.
Just as Alfred was walking back to his room, a streak of fire shot into the tower from afar, rushing in before the door closed. It was a figure!
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