CHAPTER 1639: CHAPTER 701: THE EVIL SPIRIT IN THE MOUNTAIN_2

The girl hesitated for a moment, timidly reached out her hand, picked up a piece of chocolate, and at first, only took a small, reserved bite.

Soon, she lowered her head and bit down hard, stuffing her cheeks full, making gurgling swallowing sounds, while mumbling indistinctly, "This is the... best thing I’ve ever eaten..."

Mu You smiled. In reality, these manifested things had no taste, but in dreams, it didn’t matter. Everything tasted delicious.

Little Ya gobbled down the food ravenously, and Mu You wasn’t in a hurry. He sat down beside her, smiling as he watched her move. There weren’t many chances to interact with Little Ya from childhood, perhaps only this one in a lifetime. He was willing to accompany her here a while longer, even if it was just a dream she would soon forget after waking up...

Mu You just quietly kept the little girl company, watching her eat more than ten packs of snacks, then gulp down a bottle of water, until she was finally full. She held her swollen little belly, looking at Mu You with some embarrassment, "Sorry, big brother, I ate all your stuff..."

"Don’t worry about it, it was meant for you in the first place." Mu You smiled, got up, and glanced beyond the mountains and forest.

"Little Ya, where is your home? I’ll take you back."

Having eaten Mu You’s food and been accompanied by him for so long, the little girl now completely trusted him.

But upon hearing Mu You’s question, she still hesitated for a moment and then, under Mu You’s enquiring gaze, weakly raised her hand and pointed in a direction.

"So, it really is the village at the foot of the mountain..."

Mu You’s face showed a hint of strangeness. At this time of night, none of the lights were on in the village; it looked like a deserted village... But then he remembered this was a dream, and many things in dreams defy logic.

"Let’s go. I’ll take you home." From the current situation, Little Ya’s wish was clearly to go home. As long as he escorted her safely back, the dream should come to an end.

Yet the little girl, upon hearing this, panicked a bit, nervously looking around, hesitating, "But... there are ghosts..."

"Don’t be afraid. Don’t you remember, your brother is a deity, and deities can ward off ghosts." Mu You reassured her, beckoned her forward, keeping a Lighting Spell in his hand, and walked ahead.

Though hesitation still flickered in her eyes, seeing Mu You walking away into the dark forest, the little girl hurriedly followed him.

Mu You led the way, while the little girl followed closely behind, her small hand clutching tightly to the hem of his clothes, not leaving his side.

Suddenly, a human-shaped ghostly figure rushed out from the woods, its huge mouth agape, lunging at them.

"Ah!" The little girl screamed, instinctively closing her eyes.

But the anticipated attack never came. When, curious, she opened her eyes again, she saw the ghostly figure aflame, falling to the ground, turning to ash and scattering on the wind.

Mu You breathed out, putting away the Magic Wand in his hand.

The monsters in this dream seemed much weaker than he expected. Originally prepared to use Divine Power, he found it unnecessary, as a mere Fireball easily dispatched the ’ghost.’

The two continued onward, as more and more bizarre ghosts began to appear along the way.

Mu You used long-range magic to instantly kill them all, not letting a single one get close.

These ghostly apparitions were actually birthed from the fluctuations in the little girl’s emotions during the dream, without any logic.

The mechanism in the dream was such that, not because the ghosts appeared did she become afraid, but rather because the environment made her feel like she should be afraid, so the dream ’refreshed’ the things she found terrifying to make the dream seem more ’reasonable.’

Therefore, until Mu You brought her to a sufficiently safe place, ghosts would continue to appear around them.

Mu You’s Magic Wand never ceased, transforming him into a magical cannon, colors of magic constantly casting from his hands.

For the first time, the little girl had the opportunity to closely watch his magic at work, leaving her speechless and in awe.

"Amazing..."

"Big brother can even kill ghosts; you really are a deity..."

...

The little girl’s constant praise echoed out, as Mu You smiled. He thought to himself that her dreamscape was much simpler than he imagined, probably because, at this time of her life, having not yet accessed the internet, the scariest things she could think of came from TV shows.

Mu You earnestly faced the ghosts along their route while the little girl, silently at some point, moved to stand beside him. Instead of clutching his clothing, she now held his hand, no longer in a state of fear, even having enough time to gather stones to help fend off approaching ghosts.

As Mu You looked at the little girl’s anxious expression with an understanding smile, something suddenly came to mind.

He remembered having a similar experience once.

Back when he was very young, he had a dream where many monsters were chasing him, and all he could do was run for his life. Just at his desperate moment, a big sister appeared in the dream, much like he was doing now, helping him escape, slicing through the monsters effortlessly.

Generally, childhood dreams are mostly forgotten, but in rare instances, some specific scenes or figures can leave a lasting memory, sometimes even more enduring than real-life experiences.

Like this dream.

At that time, Mu You was so young and small that he barely reached the big sister’s waist. The specifics of the dream, her identity, or appearance had long blurred, except the memory of following her and seeing her long, black-stockinged legs.

In an era when black stockings weren’t even a trend, those legs left a significant impact on his young mind...

"Big brother... big brother?" The girl’s call brought Mu You out of his reverie.

Looking down, he saw the little girl gazing up at him pitifully, her hands clenching his tightly, as she returned to trembling once more.

Mu You glanced up to find that his brief distraction had allowed ghosts to surround them, some approaching within three meters.

He waved his Magic Wand lightly, releasing a Shockwave centered on himself, causing the surrounding ghosts to topple over, disintegrating amidst wails.

"Sorry, I got distracted." Mu You apologized, glancing at the girl.

The girl shook her head, admiringly saying, "Big brother, you’re really amazing! I wish I could be as strong as you..."

"You will be one day..."

Mu You smiled knowingly, not saying much more, as he calculated their journey in his mind.

"Bringing her home should end this dream..."

Vivian had told them the criteria for passing wasn’t just fulfilling the dreamer’s wish but also turning the nightmare into a pleasant dream.

However, many times these two criteria were the same.

"Hmm?"

Mu You noticed a ghost hit by his Fireball Technique not dying immediately, a frown forming as he realized something was off.

Having traveled a fair distance with the girl, they had unknowingly reached the foot of the mountain, not far from the village.

Moreover, through his displays of power, the girl’s perception of safety had evidently begun returning.

Logically, the number of ghosts appearing around them should be decreasing by now.

However, as they neared the village at the mountain’s base, the number of ghosts increased visibly, and even their strength began to significantly rise.

"Roar!"

A humanoid zombie ignited in flames lunged once again, only to be taken down swiftly by another of Mu You’s Fireballs.

Mu You drove off the surrounding ghosts, casting a thoughtful glance at the girl beside him.

Could it be that the girl’s wish isn’t really to return home?

It wasn’t mere suspicion. Dreams are intricate; every tiny change may reflect the dreamer’s psychological shifts.

"What’s wrong, big brother?"

The little girl noticed Mu You suddenly stopped and raised her head, puzzled.

"Little Ya, can I take a look at your backpack?" Mu You suddenly asked.

"Ah..." The girl hesitated, a look of clear panic flashing across her face as she instinctively clutched her backpack, seeming very unwilling.

But under Mu You’s persistent gaze, Little Ya, with eyes nearly tearing up, hesitantly handed over the bag.

Mu You opened the backpack to take a look.

As expected, it contained no books, only a change of clothes and a pair of shoes.

She wasn’t stranded on the mountain after school; she was running away from home...