"But I can only enter the dreams of people who have touched my body."
He smiled wryly, "And I don't have much time."
The spirit body is indeed collapsing, and the transparency is getting higher and higher.
"But I'm not the only one who touched your body, right?"
"Yes, but ordinary people are too fragile, and dreaming will only turn them into psychopaths. You are the weakest among the bestowers, and it is easier to fall into dreams."
The corner of Jenkins' mouth trembled, the gentleman's truth was too hurtful.
"Sir, what do you need me to do?"
"Under the big tree in the yard of my house, facing the direction of the third board of the fence, I buried a box there with some gold pounds I saved. I hope you can give it to my wife so that the children Life can be better, but it’s best not to let the church know.”
Great, Mr. Barnard is still the good guy he met at the beginning of time travel.
"Why?"
"This is the money I saved from my private work. Don't worry, it's all legal. I sacrificed because of a mission. The church will give my family a compensation and help the children go to school. But if this matter is discovered... Although Not much, but it’s not good for them.”
There was a look of pleading in Mr. Barnard's eyes. It must be because of this that he did not hesitate to survive after death. It's not difficult to ask, just find a night, dig it out in a black robe and throw it in the house. Of course, it can't be recently. The rash trip last time should have aroused vigilance. It will take a while.
"If it's the only thing, fine."
Jenkins thought about it, and he repaid the grace of saving his life in this way, and he owed nothing from now on. Of course, he also admired Mr. Barnard's character.
"That's good."
The middle-aged man nodded gratefully, "I won't let you do it for nothing. When I leave later, I will give you a gift."
"That's unnecessary."
Jenkins waved his hands again and again, "It's too polite, it's just a little effort."
"not necessarily."
Barnard was determined, very determined. It looked more like someone was forcing him to do so.
In this case, Jenkins no longer insists.
"Sir, there is one more question. Then, after death, where do you go?"
There is no such thing as a kingdom of gods in this world, but there are legends about the river of the underworld. [Death and the end] The Church is able to manufacture [Supernatural] in small batches: B-12-4-4432 [Water of the Styx] is related to this. This is one of the few items in the world that can erase learned abilities.
"I don't know, but I have to go on."
He said with a wry smile, taking off the hat on the spirit body and bowing to Jenkins, leaving only some blue things slowly blending into the dream space.
"Meow~"
Chocolate half-opened his eyes, watching Barnard mockingly emerge from above Jenkins' body. A few cracks appeared on the transparent body, astonishment also appeared on the face, and then turned into helplessness. The spirit body slowly shattered, turned into the purest spirit, and merged into the world.
It stood up gracefully and swept its owner's face with its fluffy tail.
Jenkins shivered, and an inexplicable blush appeared on his face. He sat up from the bed panting, feeling that his pajamas were soaked through. He looked around vigilantly, and then patted Chocolate on the head.
"Hey, what did you feel just now, do you want to protect me?"
Chocolate raised his head and rubbed Jenkins' palm obediently.
There seems to be something extra in the body, calling out his own ability light spot, and there is an extra one:
[Dream Soul Isolation (Blue Alien Species)]
"Oh, sage!"
Jenkins fell to the bed again, "Alien species? Nightmare or ghost? Why is there a special division of alien ability? Is it the core of blood chain ability? What are my badge and fruit plate?"
Looking at the azure blue light spot, he felt that he might not be able to sleep tonight.
Subconsciously focusing his thoughts on the light spot, exhaustion flooded Jenkins like a tide.
Feeling that the body is rising, the black robe, ring and candle have left the shackles of the body together with the soul again.
Looking down, Jenkins was lying on the bed, breathing regularly with his eyes closed, chocolate lying next to his head, looking curiously at his sleeping master.
"chocolate!"
He called softly, but the cat didn't seem to hear the spirit's voice.
With just less than half a minute of movement, the spirit in the spirit body is almost exhausted.
If you don't go back now, something terrible will happen, so the black-robed man submerges into his body again.
Jenkins trembled a few times, sat up from the bed, and turned to look at the red and blue twin moons.
"Mr. Barnard believes in the lightless moon, so he may have divine magic ability, so he can survive for so long with the power of moonlight after death. I am still too weak, and I can't easily try this ability for a long time before I gain divinity next time. "
But since it is called "dream soul", maybe you can try to get out of the body at close range and then enter a dream.
In the daytime of the next day, Jenkins heard from his father the follow-up of last night's action. The five Orthodox churches all wiped out the corresponding possessed evil spirits. Now, except for some weak spirits in the city, the hospital evil spirit incident is regarded as Come to an end.
Of course, the church has already noticed the reappearance of certain mythical species that should disappear, and the hunt for the man in black continues.
Creature A-10-1-0230, [Parchment from the Future] In this incident, the validity of the prophecy was proved. But in other aspects, such as the deviation in the William Matt incident was too large, so this item was temporarily sealed in a secret space behind the [Gate of Vientiane], and the specific handling method is still under discussion.
Jenkins is still very interested in that thing. There is still a bone buried in his own yard, and he doesn't know how to destroy it.
That night, after settling down for chocolates, Jenkins came to the garbage street in the slum to meet Miss Bailing as agreed.
The overall actions of the church last night probably really played a role, and this night was exceptionally quiet. Not to mention the slums, even the taverns closed early, only the chimneys towering in the distance, spewing black smoke into the night sky as in the past.
"Your skill at disguising is indeed commendable."
Miss Bailing was still wearing a black robe that was one size larger. Perhaps the shoes under her feet were specially thickened, and she was taller than Miss Hesha.
"I have come to a conclusion about the matter of William."
Jenkins' disguise this time is a young woman. According to his aesthetics, his appearance is not much better than that of Hathaway Hessa and Britney Michelle.
"So fast?"
The female voice asked in a low voice, full of distrust.