Chapter 552 Birthday Banquet
Wan Min’s expression remained unchanged, but she noticed a subtle change in Gao Ming’s expression.
She didn’t know that her words had aroused Gao Ming’s suspicion, so she simply stopped thinking and used more truth to “seduce” Gao Ming to agree.
“We are all trapped in a deep nightmare now. Dream interpretation is to release the nightmare deep in your mind and consume your spiritual will to distort the deep nightmare. This transformation method does not have much constraints on the tester. There is no need to fill the body with foreign objects, let alone give up the body like building a spiritual temple. Compared with the evil spirit method, which sacrifices the body and consciousness in exchange for the help of uncertain ghosts and gods, the dream interpretation method consumes consciousness and soul in exchange for one’s own nightmare, which is more controllable.”
“You know a lot about various transformation methods?” Gao Ming raised his eyes.
“There is a lot of information in my father’s notes. When everyone has completed the transformation, the three of us can continue to team up to explore the deep nightmare.” The woman said it very nicely, but Gao Ming didn’t take it to heart at all. The two sides didn’t understand each other, and they probably didn’t know when they were sacrificed.
"Since dream interpretation has so many advantages, why do so few people choose it? There are only three of us in the school now?"
"Dream interpretation is hidden in a corner of the town, and the school is not something that ordinary people can find." Brother Wan Yang interrupted. He was not as good at disguise as his sister, and his eyes were full of vigilance and alertness when he looked at Gao Ming.
"The power of ghosts and gods in nightmares is very strong, and it is not something that our own nightmares can contend with." Sister Wan Min explained: "Dream interpretation is only suitable for those who have experienced real terror. Only when these people's nightmares are released can ghosts and gods be afraid."
Hearing Wan Min's words, Gao Ming felt that this dream interpretation method was quite suitable for him.
"In addition, the difficulty of obtaining the release method is also very great, and it can be ranked in the top three among the thirteen transformation methods." Wan Min also knew this, so he wanted to cooperate with Gao Ming: "Facing inner fear, enduring pain and despair, and going through the illusion test are all trivial matters. We still need to complete some very outrageous tasks."
In the small house next to the school, the wine jars rolled, and the wooden door was opened again. Zhang Mingli walked out with the scriptures in his pocket. He saw that Wan Min and Wan Yang did not show any abnormality, and directly placed a copy of the scriptures in front of Gao Ming.
"It's Mr. Tang's sixty-fifth birthday. You deliver the birthday gift for me."
Pick up the wet scriptures, Gao Ming tried to find some clues from Zhang Mingli. Wan Min next to him whispered: "Be careful, this is the task I said."
"Okay, I will definitely deliver it."
"Wait." Zhang Mingli really looks like an ancient Confucian scholar in appearance: "Do you know why Mr. Tang has celebrated his sixty-fifth birthday for ten consecutive years?"
"He died at the age of sixty-five?" Gao Ming replied subconsciously.
"You are a teachable boy, go ahead." Zhang Mingli didn't even look at Gao Ming, but turned his head and stared at the Wan brothers and sisters again.
Holding the scriptures, Gao Ming hesitated after leaving the school. He always felt that this gift was not a good thing.
"The dream interpretation and transformation method may help me restore my nightmare. It's worth a risk." Gao Ming still remembered that the kid who built the Lingguan behind the land temple said that his captain Tang Hu was the new godson of Mr. Tang. He had obtained the transformation method and the fifth-level confidentiality qualification. This time he entered the deep nightmare purely to lead two "brothers" to complete the test.
After going out of the small road, Gao Ming opened the scriptures and took a look. In addition to a large section of incomprehensible text, there was also a personal name. Most of them were surnamed Tang.
"This birthday gift is quite strange."
After walking around with the night watchman, Gao Ming remembered the location of the main buildings in the town. The Tang family mansion was also in the north, not far from the ancestral hall, and was considered a "high-ranking family" in the town.
Moving towards Tang's house, Gao Ming had just walked halfway when the sheepskin behind him suddenly cried loudly, as if it was frightened by something.
A few seconds later, Gao Ming suddenly realized why the sheepskin was crying. He saw a large shadow on the other side of the street spreading on the ground like black blood.
"The butcher is coming!"
He turned around and ran, but it was too late. Gao Ming heard the butcher's voice, which was sometimes powerful and sometimes sharp.
"Found it! You little beast who deserves a thousand cuts!"
"The black donkey will not lie to you. I have said that the black donkey will never lie to you. Manager Wang is still in the millstone. It was someone else who stole the knife!"
"Shut your dog mouth, I know! I will kill him first, and then you!"
"I am you, you are me, can you kill yourself?"
"Shut up! Shut up!"
The noise set off a wave of sound on the street. The butcher didn't care what time it was. A large shadow was projected from the corner.
Gao Ming didn't dare to look at the butcher's appearance out of curiosity. He ran out as soon as he heard the butcher's voice and ran towards the North Street at the fastest speed.
It was not the hour of Hai yet, and the birthday ceremony had not started yet, but the townspeople who were attending the birthday ceremony had already appeared on the street in front of Tang's house.
These people were heavily rosified. Regardless of gender, they all wore thick powder and carried various gift boxes in their hands. They were absent-minded, as if they were worried that the gifts they gave would not suit Mr. Tang's taste and that Mr. Tang would blame them.
"So many people?" Among the townspeople who were giving gifts, Gao Ming smelled a strong smell of incense from them. Sometimes, if he accidentally touched the other person's clothes, incense ash would fall on himself.
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"They... are very light." Gao Ming found that the townspeople on the street were fundamentally different from the night watchmen and butchers he had met before. These people seemed to be made of paper.
Worried about the butcher coming, Gao Ming squeezed a few steps forward. He saw two white longevity characters posted on the vermilion door. The stone lion in front of the door was blindfolded with black cloth, and the gatekeeper wore a The wooden cover of the big-headed doll holds a pink and delicious Dashou peach in its hand.
Looking further inside, the longevity hall is filled with white birthday candles and various delicacies are placed on the table.
There were many guests attending the birthday banquet on North Street, but the room seemed deserted.
The dark wind blew by, and the candles in the longevity hall swayed a few times. Then a young man wearing a black brocade robe walked into the courtyard. He kowtowed nine times to the longevity hall respectfully.
"Father, Haishi has arrived, can the birthday banquet begin?"
The man has a nice voice and is handsome.
A low roar came from the depths of Shouting Hall. It was definitely not something that a human could make. Through the layers of windows, Gao Ming couldn't see what was inside.
Hearing the voices in the longevity hall, the man dared to get up and walk to the door of Tangzhai. The two big-headed boys carried the ceremony table to the door in a tacit understanding.
The guests entered one after another, placed the birthday gifts on the table, and entered the longevity hall with a flattering smile on their faces. What made Gao Ming feel faintly uneasy was that with so many people entering the longevity hall, the longevity hall was still quiet, and there was no sound at all. Nothing came out.
"Weren't they all killed? Master Tang was eating people in the longevity hall?"