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Chapter 1414 - 1006, Have a Good Dream

Chapter 1414: Chapter 1006, Have a Good Dream

The sudden situation brought a strange silence to the room, with only the tablet still playing the animated film’s soundtrack.

Little Fei flew to the desk, his little face taut, "Aunt really disappeared!"

The three Ghosts in the study are all Level 20, their Perception reaching a very high level.

It’s certain, ’Lady’ didn’t just leave the study, but rather vanished suddenly in some way.

Glenda also floated over, glancing at the paper and pen on the desk, "Go call Wu Heng over, Bella, you do it."

"Okay!" Bella nodded, turned, and flew downstairs.

Little Xiao flew over, "Could it be that because of the animated film, other surviving ancients discovered Aunt and kidnapped her."

Glenda pondered, "With so many Level 20s, to kidnap her, it would have to be a god."

"A god... the one from The Holy Court..." Xiao Xiao was even more surprised.

...

The figure of Lady Nine-tailed Fox appeared in a dreamscape.

White clouds floated like bubbles in the sky, while the distant castle’s spires grew crookedly.

Lady glanced down at her fair-skinned palms and the clothes on her body. She could basically confirm that the dreamscape she was in was related to the film played during the day.

Or rather, someone watched the film and subsequently dreamed this dream.

"Daji! Today I shall take your life!" Suddenly, a shout exploded.

The figure of the Black Fox Elder stepped out from the void, his black robes billowing like a storm cloud approaching—a classic scene of archrival confrontation from the film.

However, the dreamscape was unstable; the charging Black Fox Elder’s figure kept flickering like it was dropping frames, blurry yet imposing.

Lady took a glance and waved her delicate hand.

Bang!

The dreamscape shattered like a mirror struck by a stone, and the Black Fox Elder’s figure splintered into countless light points, vanishing without a trace.

Lady surveyed the surroundings again.

In the dreamscape, among the residents formed in the Heavenly Fox Clan, she easily spotted the ’owner’ of the dream—a young boy who seemed out of place.

Seven or eight years old, his messy brown hair common in the Emerald Sea stuck out, cheeks smeared with dirt, lips tight with the absence of a front tooth.

"Wow! We defeated the Black Fox Elder." The boy ran out from the crowd, cheering loudly.

Whoosh~!

The snow-colored long dress fluttered like a butterfly, and Lady leaped through the air to the boy.

The latter was scared, retreating half a step, then suddenly remembered something and awkwardly mimicked the gesture of courtesy from the film, "Princess, Daji...!"

Lady laughed at the formal gesture.

Her sleeve waved again, and the entire dreamscape was suddenly restructured.

Bubble clouds transformed into cascading petals, crooked castle collapsed into a white pavilion overgrown with roses, and the long table covered in lace tablecloth piled with honey-drizzled pancakes, sugar-frosted fruit tarts, and bubbling floral nectar drinks.

The boy’s eyes widened, "What’s... happening here?"

Lady gracefully took a seat, her fox tail fanning out behind, "Eat!"

The boy seated himself generously, grabbing the pastries on the table and eating.

Lady sat beside and chatted with the boy for a while.

She asked, "This dream will last until you wake. Is there anything else you want? I can help you achieve it."

The boy mumbled, "I want to ride a horse!"

Bang!

Lady snapped her fingers, and the long table transformed into a completely snow-white steed, affectionately lowering its head to nuzzle the boy’s face.

"Have a good dream, Knight."

Her figure began to blend with the morning mist pierced by sunlight, turning translucent.

Meanwhile, Claude eagerly abandoned the pastries, clumsily yet bravely climbing onto the horse’s back.

Yah!

Amid the tender cheers, the white steed carried the child forward at a gallop.

...

Exiting the dreamscape.

Lady’s figure emerged in a bedroom of a mansion.

On the bed beside her, the young boy from the dream slept peacefully.

Expanding her Perception, she sensed the even breathing from the neighboring bedroom, undoubtedly the boy’s parents.

Dream migration is a trait inherent to her; as long as someone dreams about her in their dreamscape, she can use it as an anchor point to traverse between reality and fantasy.

Of course, if the other party resists, or she herself is unwilling, this medium will cancel.

When she sensed the appearance of the anchor point earlier, she thought it was an old acquaintance, but it turned out the animated film played a part.

This is quite an interesting find; she may brag about it to Xiao Xiao later, showing Wu Heng something novel.

Just as she was about to leave, another ripple in the dreamscape opened.

After hesitating, her figure vanished again.

...

In this dreamscape, there was darkness.

She stood ahead, while in the corner behind her, curled up, was a girl aged twelve or thirteen, in rough clothes, with patches on her knees.

In the darkness ahead, numerous shadows reached out like tentacles, continually encircling her.

Nightmare!

This time, the dreamscape seems not well.

"You..." Lady began.

The girl’s body immediately tensed and she curled up, clutching her head.

Lady was somewhat surprised.

The young boy earlier was actually fine, but the girl before her, judging by her clothes and appearance, likely wouldn’t spend two silver coins on a movie ticket, would she?

She gently tapped the void with her fingertip, invoking ripples in the dreamscape, revealing the girl’s previous dreamscapes.

A damp wooden house, the sound of bottles smashing against the wall, trembling hands of a mother as she pushed her into the wardrobe.

The greasy patron deliberately overturned the soup bowl, the shopkeeper’s scolding and deducted copper coins.

At the dock late at night, she counted the copper coins hidden in the brick crevices.

The scene abruptly stopped.

Clearly, the girl had gritted her teeth and spent all her savings on the film; perhaps she considered the Nine-tailed Fox on the screen a kind of emotional support?

"Lien," she softened her voice, her nine tails encircling the girl like a shield.