Toyokawa Shoko doesn't want to become a witch

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Fortunately, the two were not far apart, and Xiangzi could still hear Miaomeng talking.

"I didn't ask for your opinion! I'm asking you where you're going!" Xiangzi defiantly pushed away the timid werewolves and moved closer to Miaomeng.

She couldn't find her way on her own; only Miaomeng could guide her.

"There's an elevator at the end of the road on the left; it's a shortcut," Miaomeng pointed to the left side of the road.

"But the door is closed." Xiangzi glanced at the tightly shut iron gate.

"Can't we just climb over the closed gate? This isn't a video game where you can only open it from the other side!" Miao Meng put away her two whips and ran towards the tightly closed iron gate.

The soft whip hooked onto the spikes on the iron fence, and with a quick pull, Miaomeng jumped up.

She stood in the gap between the spikes, and once again lashed out her soft whip, wrapping it around Xiangzi's waist and pulling hard. Xiangzi felt his body lighten, and he and Miaomeng landed on the other side of the iron gate.

The wolves finally reacted, crashing into the iron gate like a black cloud, causing the chains and locks hanging on it to sway precariously with their impact.

"Hurry up, or they'll break down the door and we won't be able to leave." Miao Meng grabbed Xiangzi's wrist and walked towards the elevator.

Xiangzi let her pull him along, and as he walked forward, he glanced back at the herd of beasts that was about to crush the iron gate.

It wasn't until they boarded the elevator that the horde of beasts smashed the door panel to pieces. Through the elevator railing, Xiangzi could clearly see that the horde of beasts almost instantly filled the entire street, turning it into a dark, oppressive, and terrifying mass.

“There’s a bridge at the top floor where the elevator goes. After crossing the bridge, keep walking forward and you’ll reach a cemetery,” Miao Meng said. “Behind the cemetery is another safe house where you can take shelter from the rain.”

"If the Witch's Kiss is used to locate us... and if these werewolves are familiars sent by Alina after she became a witch, they should be able to pinpoint our location."

“There’s nothing to be afraid of.” Miao Meng shrugged. “Besides this shortcut, we have to take a long detour to get to the bridge. Even if they can locate us, it will take us a while to get there.”

"So it's only a matter of time before they catch up." Xiangzi lowered his head, supporting his right hand with his left and pinching his chin with his right, looking thoughtful. "We haven't seen Medine yet, so we can only wait until Chuhua and the others find them."

“We’ve attracted a lot of attention, so their pressure will be much less, probably,” Miaomeng said.

"I hope so." Xiangzi lowered his head, looking at the street below, blurred by the rain. "The plan can still continue, albeit barely. You haven't forgotten what we're supposed to do next, have you?"

"Everything we need is on the upper level of the safe house." Miao Meng pointed to her head. "My mind is perfectly clear, don't worry."

Huffing and puffing.

The elevator stopped at the top floor.

Xiangzi opened the iron gate, and rainwater splashed in, landing on her raincoat. She turned her head to look at Miaomeng, who was soaked to the bone and had no raincoat left. She sighed, recreated a raincoat, tossed it into Miaomeng's arms, and then walked silently into the street.

Miaomeng held the raincoat, then revealed a silly smile.

What's wrong with this guy? He cares about people but doesn't even say a word. It's so awkward.

Miaomeng happily put on her raincoat, turned around and broke the elevator chain, watched the elevator fall, and then followed Xiangzi happily.

Two figures, one tall and one short, walked further and further away in the misty rain, finally disappearing from the bridge.

The Tale of Reincarnation: The Path of Fall, the Road of No Return: Chapter 616 Epitaph

After crossing the deserted bridge, we walked a short distance further and saw the cemetery that Miaomeng had mentioned.

This is a cemetery with a strong religious atmosphere. Tombstones of all sizes stand everywhere. For a fleeting moment when lightning cleaves the sky and illuminates the earth, you can see the raindrops splashing on the tombstones, intertwining like spider webs. The next moment, the light fades, darkness recedes, leaving only the sound of rushing water and the old tree swaying in the wind in the center of the cemetery.

Xiangzi followed Miaomeng through the cemetery, her gaze lingering on the epitaphs on the tombstones from time to time. It wasn't very clear in the darkness, so she deliberately moved closer to examine them more closely.

"What are you doing?" Miao Meng asked curiously when she saw Xiangzi suddenly stop.

"I'm looking at these epitaphs."

What's so interesting about epitaphs?

"You didn't design epitaphs when you created these dreams, did you?" Xiangzi said calmly. "That means the content of these epitaphs was filled in by Medien's subconscious, in other words..."

“That’s the content we need to ‘steal’.” Miao Meng put one hand on her hip and sighed knowingly. “I understand.”

"Ah."

Xiangzi nodded, reached out and wiped away the moss on the tombstone, revealing a series of names he didn't recognize, and below his name was a series of brief epitaphs.

[Sons of the Fath]

People with different values ​​cannot work together.

Snake Eater

He's to you.

.......

If it were just one or two, it wouldn't be possible to make a determination, but as Xiangzi looked at more and more tomb inscriptions, he gradually identified them.

These are not ordinary descriptive phrases, but song titles.

Why are epitaphs song titles, and what is the relationship between these songs?

Xiangzi silently memorized the song titles, kept his questions to himself, and walked towards the largest old tree in the center of the cemetery.

Beneath the old tree, there is a particularly noticeable tombstone.

Although it looks simple, it stands out because there are no other tombstones around it.

Xiangzi knelt before the tombstone, brushing aside the damp leaves that had fallen on it. After seeing the words on it, her pupils visibly contracted.

"What is it now?" Miaomeng walked to Xiangzi's side, bent down, and looked at the line of words that had Xiangzi stunned.

She was also taken aback for a moment.

"It shouldn't be... that bad," Miaomeng said with a forced smile. "Besides us, no one else should know about the existence of the dream world, let alone how to wake up from it..."

“That’s true.” Xiangzi patted the tombstone and stood up. “We’re a bit too worried about things that aren’t going to happen.”

She turned and walked toward the stairs leading to the church above.

Miaomeng said that the small chapel was the safe house she had prepared.

"I've already written down the epitaph. I'll analyze its meaning when I have time," Xiangzi said.

Miao Meng glanced at Xiangzi, then looked back at the tombstone inscribed with "The Road to Fall," swallowed hard, and followed in Xiangzi's footsteps.

Boom——!

A bolt of lightning tore through the sky, illuminating the words on the tombstone.

The Way to Fall

come down.

That was the only way to wake them from their dreams, besides death.

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The staircase leads to the back door of the church. Xiangzi enters the church and first arrives at a library.

Rainwater dripped from the raincoat onto the wooden floor, seeping into the wood. Xiangzi took off the raincoat and hung it on the clothes rack next to him.

The sound of rain outside disappeared as she entered the room, and the small library was so quiet that the only sound was the clatter of her boots against the wood.

Xiangzi picked up a book at random and flipped through it. He then glanced at the other books on the shelf. The majority of them were professional books on linguistics and sociology, about 20% were philosophy books, and the rest were popular novels, mainly political thrillers.

Xiangzi also saw the books that He Mu had previously found at the Kamihama Library, especially those by Émile Michel Cioran.

It can be basically confirmed that Medine's subconscious is projected into the dream, but because they are not deep enough, most of the information they can see is superficial. Apart from confirming that this person is Medine, there is no other progress.

Xiangzi closed the book, put it back on the shelf, and climbed the ladder.

Yes, you have to climb a ladder, not stairs, to get from the library in the backyard to the church chapel. Heaven knows why Miaomeng designed it this way. Xiangzi finds it very counterintuitive. Will it really be difficult for people to discover that it is a dream?

Therefore, Miaomeng explains that this method helps to better distinguish different areas within a dream, making it easier for the dreamer to remember.

If that's the case, then there's nothing we can do.

Xiangzi arrived at the church door and pushed open the heavy door.

squeak-

The person behind the door immediately fixed their gaze on Xiangzi.

"Xiao Xiang is finally here." Chu Hua's face lit up with joy. "I was so worried about him just now."

Chu Hua was dressed in a black clergy uniform, and her golden hair stood out brilliantly against the pure black clothes.

"Did something go wrong? Why does it take so long?" Hai Ling asked casually, leaning against the wall.

Hailing's clothes have been transformed into a set of very gorgeous and light tight-fitting chainmail, with a crimson lining seeping out from the armor plates. Combined with the long sword sheath hanging at her waist, it gives people a sense of solemnity.

"Yes, something unexpected happened." Xiangzi tugged at his wet, sticky hair that looked like octopus tentacles and gave a wry smile. "Time is running out, the plan has to be changed, are there any usable carriages near the safe house?"

"Yes, I do have some, but what would Xiao Xiang need it for?"

I'll explain later.

"Wait, this isn't what we agreed on. We have ten hours in reality, which means we should have seven days here." Hailing frowned. "What do you mean by 'not much time'?"

“We’ve already been discovered by Medien… or perhaps Alina’s subconscious projection. They brought a witch into the dream and locked onto us.” Xiangzi revealed the witch’s kiss mark on the back of his hand. “I’ll explain the details later. Have you found Medien yet?”

"..."

Xiangzi forcefully shifted the topic to something more important, silencing Xiangzi's attempt to keep the conversation going.

Hai Ling widened her eyes slightly, revealing a rare hint of displeasure.

“Look, Mu and Rebecca are in the room upstairs,” Hailing said. “But she’s a little different from what you’d expect, so be prepared.”

The Tale of Reincarnation: The Path of Fall, the Road of No Return: Chapter 617 Medie Group/b Teasing (Part Two) Three`T Jiuqi 3 Death Grace?

The church has two floors, and you have to take a vertical elevator on the right to get to the second floor, which is not a normal design at all.

As always, Miaomeng used the excuse that "this makes it easier for the dreamer to remember" to fob off Xiangzi, but Xiangzi knew that she was definitely replicating a movie scene she liked, and these small inconsistencies were originally part of that scene.

She should have expected this when she assigned the task to Miaomeng; she brought this result upon herself.

Hey.

Xiangzi sighed and rubbed his forehead as he took the elevator to the second floor.

Pushing open the door to the room Hailing had told her about, Xiangzi saw three people.

The first thing that caught Xiangzi's eye was a girl with short blue hair sitting on the bed. She looked to be about twelve or thirteen years old. Xiangzi didn't recognize her.

She glanced past the girl and turned her gaze to Rebecca, who was leaning against the wall.

Rebecca was dressed in hunter-like attire, with a small shawl on her shoulders to wipe away blood, and a triangular hat on her head that resembled Xiangzi's.

Oh, I forgot to mention, Miao Meng's clothes, like everyone else's, have also changed to Victorian style attire, a priest's outfit with a long scarf, which looks surprisingly good on her tall figure.

The last thing left in the room was Mu.

Why save it for last?

In fact, Xiangzi had a little bit of selfishness, the kind of selfishness that... he wanted to save the best parts for last.

Mu's clothes are different from everyone else's. Except for her, everyone else's clothes, whether it's Xiangzi's dress or other people's clothes, are based on the premise of "easy movement". But Mu's clothes are not.

Although both are Victorian-style clothes, Mu is wearing a dress.

She wore a hatband that covered her hair, which was a pale green and intricately braided, finally gathered at the back of her head, with a broken wooden comb tucked between the strands. She wore a greyish-white cotton shirt with a slightly worn lace ruffle at the collar, and a few fabric-covered buttons adorned her cashmere vest. A dark brown corset hugged her slender frame, and a heavy linen shawl, wrinkled and worn from years of wear, draped over her shoulders, made her already petite figure appear even more frail and pitiful.

Looking at it like this, it's like the doll that Xiangzi still keeps, a birthday gift from her mother.

Xiangzi stared blankly at the girl, whose exquisite beauty transcended the realm of ordinary humans. Standing in the candlelight of the room, surrounded by a faint halo, he couldn't even imagine words of praise.

She already knew Mu was pretty, but she never expected that she would look this good in a suitable outfit.

"Xiang." Mu noticed that Xiangzi's gaze had lingered on her for a long time, so she looked up at Xiangzi and said, "You've come."

"Hmm." Xiangzi nodded blankly. "I came to see Medine. Hailing said you two should keep an eye on her. Where is she?"

Why didn't she see Medine?

Xiangzi snapped out of his reverie at Mu's clothes and finally noticed the matter.

“Right in front of you.” Rebecca crossed her arms and sighed deeply.

"what?"

Xiangzi's gaze wandered around the room for a while, but he didn't see the woman with black hair, black eyes, and white skin who looked like a dead person.

Finally, with nowhere else to look, his gaze settled on the only person Xiangzi didn't recognize: the blue-haired little girl in a coarse rag dress.

The little girl hugged her pillow, huddled in a corner of the room, trembling. Her bright blue eyes peeked out from behind the pillow, looking shakily at Xiangzi.