Monument of Life and Death

 Everyone also thought of this.

Yi Yao seemed to have thought of it too. He smiled bitterly and shrugged.

“My psychic power is very weak, maybe I won’t be captured.”

"We can't take this risk," Luo Jiutian hurriedly stopped him, "We only have you and Xia Ni left now. If you are also caught, then...then..."

"But we have no other way now, right?" Yi Yao said palely, "Are we just waiting here to die?"

What Yi Yao said is correct.

 As time goes by, their food and water will always be exhausted, and even if the enemy does not take the initiative to attack, they will die of thirst and starvation.

What's more... there is also Jasmine, whose Tanshi has completely left the body. Although Jasmine is still alive, the longer Tanshi is out of the body, the more dangerous Jasmine's situation will be.

“Okay, don’t worry,” Yi Yao waved her hand in a pretentious manner, “I’m not afraid of someone who is going to ‘die’, so what are you afraid of?”

Yi Yao’s words sent a chill down Xiaolan’s back.

"Uncle Yi, don't say that." Xiaolan resisted accepting the sentence "being captured means death." "Sister Xiaoyin and Wenling are both alive."

"Right, then what else do we have to worry about?" The smile on Yi Yao's face was calm and bright, "Since you won't die if you are caught, there is no need to be afraid. As long as you protect Xia Ni, there will be nothing Problem."

Xiaolan looked at Yi Yao, who was looking forward to death, and her heart was full of admiration.

 Everyone has been unable to make a decision.

 In the end, it was Xiaolan who opened the door.

“Uncle Yi,” Xiaolan’s voice became solemn, “Then please.”

Yi Yao’s smile became firmer.

 He looked at Xiaolan and nodded seriously.

“Uncle Yi, what is the special way of exerting psychic powers that you mentioned?”

"Speaking of which, it seems to have something to do with you again," Yi Yao said, sitting on the ground, "That is - dreaming."

 “Dreaming?!”

What an unexpected answer.

Xiao Lan suddenly understood why she was approached by Yi Nian.

"It's just that Yi Nian's dream is different from Miss Xiaolan's," Yi Yao said, sitting cross-legged on the ground, "We can't dream of the deceased's experiences during his lifetime, we can only dream of the revelations given to us by some ancestors, and this kind of Dreams can be encountered but cannot be sought, and many people have never dreamed of them in their lives."

"This..." Xiaolan scratched her head, "To be precise, this is not a dream. You are asking for a dream."

"It's not important," Yi Yao said. "I was thinking that since Miss Xiaolan can dream about her ancestors, it must mean that... you have the same thought."

Xiaolan nodded, "Uncle Yi, I understand what you mean. You want me to dream again and let him tell me what he didn't finish, right?"

“I have this idea,” Yi Yao said, “I just don’t know if I can do it.”

 “Have you ever dreamed of a thought before?”

"I feel ashamed to say it," Yi Yao shook his head slightly and said, "I have never dreamed about my ancestors."

Xiaolan pursed her lips and did not say any unpleasant words.

"That…"

"But with you this time, maybe it will be different," Yi Yao looked at Xiaolan with piercing eyes, "So I think that you and I can jointly design a dream that combines my identity as a Yi Nian person and also combines my identity as a Yi Nian person. With the fate between you and Yi Nian, maybe we can succeed.”

Xiaolan expressed doubt with her eyes, but said nothing.

Yi Yao looked at Xiaolan questioningly. Xiaolan thought for a while, then chose one of the angles and asked, "It doesn't sound like psychic energy is needed."

“For outsiders, it should be just an ordinary dream,” Yi Yao said, “but for Yi Nian people, designing such a dream does require the use of spiritual energy.”

Xiaolan thought for a while with her face raised, and then said, "So, this dream may not necessarily succeed."

"Is such that."

“But you still have to risk being captured,” Xiaolan frowned, “It doesn’t sound like a good deal.”

"It's not cost-effective... and there is no other way," Yi Yao smiled sadly, "Now we are fighting a trapped beast. As long as there is a chance, we can't calculate the cost."

Yiyao’s tragic speech made Xiaolan really worried.

 But the words have come to this, and if he doesn't agree anymore, he will seem a little ungrateful.

Xiaolan gritted her teeth and sat down next to Yi Yao.

"Uncle Yi, I listen to you," Xiaolan said, "Tell me, how can we dream together?" A happy smile appeared on Yi Yao's angular face.

"It's very simple," Yi Yao said, "just recite a prayer silently when you fall asleep."

Xiaolan nodded sincerely, "What is the prayer?"

Yi Yao opened his mouth and read out a long string of words with no specific meaning.

After finishing speaking, Xiaolan’s expression became even more confused.

“No,” Xiaolan said, “I can’t remember this.”

"You don't have to remember," Yi Yao said with a smile, "I'll say something later, and you can follow up. Take your time, don't rush."

Xiaolan said "oh" without knowing what to say.

Xiaolan followed Yi Yao's example and lay down next to him.

do not know why.

 A little nervous actually.

Xiaolan exhaled softly and felt Yi Yao holding her hand.

A slightly cool touch spread to Xiaolan's hand, and Xiaolan shivered unconsciously.

 “Xiaolan, close your eyes.”

Xiaolan blinked a few times, then closed them under the concerned gazes of her companions.

The world in front of me suddenly turned into darkness.

 The gentle chanting sound sounded in his ears.

Xiaolan read the next sentence.

Xiaolan felt as if a pair of hands had lifted her up from the cold ground. She was floating in mid-air, and only the sound that kept ringing in her ears was real.

 Suddenly, Yi Yao's chanting stopped.

 The only sound left in my ears is the sound of my own heartbeat.

 Xiaolan waited quietly.

 Next, will we see Yi Yao and Yi Nian?

Or...will it fail?

 Xiao Lan wanders around in the darkness, waiting for her fate to come.

   ***

A few people looked down at the two people who seemed to have entered a dream.

Luo Jiutian sighed and turned his head to look at the Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest narrowed his eyes slightly.

They said nothing, for fear of disturbing Xiaolan and Yi Yao's dreams.

 Time flows little by little.

 The two of them didn’t react at all.

 As if dead.

The fool couldn't hold it back and stretched out his hand to detect Xiaolan's breath.

 He breathed a sigh of relief.

 “It’s okay,” he mouthed to the others, “it’s smooth.”

 The Taoist priest nodded, sat next to Xiaolan slightly absent-mindedly, and looked down at her.

 The surroundings are eerily quiet.

Suddenly, a thin sound came out of the quiet gap.

The people's spirits immediately became concentrated.

That voice did not come from the stone pillar.

That voice came from below the stone steps.

 Something is approaching.