It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

White weapons filled the air, which was a very common scene in dream worlds. They often appeared on the edge of dreams, separating one honeycomb-like dream world after another.

In the dark sky, endless black shadows hovered.

The night-gaunts squatted on the tombstones like crows, and looked at the few figures that appeared in the cemetery with their faces without facial features. They seemed to have no intention of attacking, just like harmless birds.

Ella bent down to look at the nearest tomb, which belonged to an ordinary woman named Irina, and her ordinary life was recorded in a few hundred words of inscription.

A night-gaunt stayed on the tombstone, completely unresponsive to the approaching Ella.

There is nothing special about the nearby tombstones. More than half of the inscriptions have become very blurred and almost unrecognizable. Other than that, they are almost the same as the tombs in the material world, except that they record different names and tomb owners. A long or short life.

"What should I do next?"

she asked.

There are too many tombstones here, and who knows which tombstone the memory that needs to be found is buried.

Lily let go of Ashley's hand and took a few steps forward.

She seems to have entered the inspiration after a long absence, and pointed to the distance.

"I heard... something was calling me."

Ella was alert to the surrounding environment. Although these monsters had no intention of attacking, it must be a good habit to be cautious.

Not long after, Lily stopped in front of a tombstone.

Chapter 81 One Hundred Years Dream

It was an unremarkable dilapidated tomb.

The text on the tombstone has been eroded by the years and has become very blurred.

Lily Bell's expression was blank. She touched the words on the top of the tomb lightly with her fingers, but she couldn't make a sound when she opened her mouth.

The rough touch was unfamiliar yet very familiar - it was undoubtedly forgotten and belonged to her grave.

A large amount of disordered information thus flowed into the girl's mind.

That was the short life of an ordinary girl who only had 14 years.

The owner of the tomb was not an aristocrat born in Winter County, the Land of Snow, but a very ordinary daughter of a French merchant hundreds of years ago.

Like the owners of several nearby tombstones, she was involved in a rare snowstorm and ended her short life.Most of the inscriptions record some trivial things, nothing special.

The name of the tombstone seems to be covered with a layer of mist, which is within reach but can never be recalled. It still lacks something decisive.

"'I' am outside the tomb, so what will be buried here..."

Lily muttered to herself.

As if preparing in advance, there was a pair of shovels on the ground, and the girl picked it up to dig the soil behind the tombstone.

What appeared in the tomb was a rusty round iron box. When Lily brushed off the dust covering the surface of the iron box, some childish broken patterns were revealed.

Because of the rust, it took a lot of effort for Lily to open the iron box in the tomb.

The box contained no ashes or bone remains belonging to the deceased.

It appears to belong to some child's toy box and for some unexplainable reason the contents have not spoiled from ages and are almost like new apart from some insignificant mildew and rust .

When the toy box was opened, Ella felt that there was some kind of change in Lily, and it was not a physical or magical change.Ella couldn't describe this change, but she just felt that Lily became a little different at this time.

The girl picked up a small copper sculpture from the toy box. It was a knight riding a horse, and it carried someone's childhood fantasy and romance.

"I remember...my original name was...Carolina."

Lily looked up at Ashley, her gaze became a little astonished.

"Ashley? You're Pe—"

"Come here, miss."

Ashley rarely interrupted Lily.

She patted the adjacent tomb. It was a very short and simple tomb. Ashley didn't interpret the inscription or excavate its meaning, and didn't want to finish hearing the name that once belonged to him.

"The old ones are no longer important to me...I just need the name Ashley Chevalier. I am a knight who belongs exclusively to the lady, and nothing else."

"Let the past go, I have never forgotten anything."

Lily was stunned for a few seconds, then smiled.

"That's right, you're right..."

"Ella, Ella Williams."

After hearing her name, Ella took a few steps closer and suddenly felt that the situation in front of her became a little familiar, so she asked:

"Should I call you Carolina or keep calling you Lily?"

"Call me Lily...Ashley is right, the past is not important anymore."

As she spoke, she suddenly felt a little strange again.

"But why? Aren't we already dead? What kind of place is this, and what is the Land of Snow? If this is the so-called hell, it would be too beautiful."

Ella thought about it, and said her guess.

This world is undoubtedly a dreamland.

Shadow once said that the dreamland is the sum of dreams, countless hexagonal subconscious worlds and huge honeycombs stacked by dreams.

Then, as the soil that once constituted this world, will the dreams belonging to the deceased change after the death of the dream owner?

—the grave beneath their feet seemed to be the answer.

"In that case, we are just a dream, the dream of two girls who died in the snowstorm..."

Lily and Ashley sat side by side on the ground, looking at the moons in the night sky. They were gorgeous and beautiful, but not real enough. They were extremely bright, but they could not illuminate this dim tomb.

"That's also... a very romantic thing. People after death can be reborn in dreams or something, just like a bridge in a fairy tale."

"No, miss."

Ashley looked into her eyes, smiled, and then said very seriously.

"For me, meeting you is a fairy tale"

-

Lily first showed a somewhat surprised expression, then turned her face and whispered:

"It's a shame you had to say it... in front of Ella!"

Ashley Chevalier coughed twice in embarrassment and changed the subject.

"By the way, I don't know how long we have been here, Ella, did you say that you are British? When you came to the Snow Country, what time was it outside?"

"Let me see...well, March, [-]."

"[-]?"

Lily looks confused,

"What year are you talking about?"

"It's the ordinary Gregorian calendar."

"So saying..."

Ashley counted with his fingers, he was so surprised that he couldn't speak, and he sighed after a long time:

"It turns out we've been living here for more than 400 years."

"Ella, tell us about the outside world, what happened all these years?"

Ella herself had limited knowledge of the history of other countries, so she only talked about the famous events in France in the past century, including the famous emperor and some other anecdotes.

In addition, Ella also talked about the trains spewing white steam on the tracks, the large ships on the ocean and the bustling factory cities, the cowboys and gold diggers she saw in the American West, and the romantic world in the yellow sand.

"The world has become a bit strange, but—it sounds so good, it makes me want to see it for myself."

Ashley looked at Lily's profile, while the latter was looking at the night sky in the distance.

"Don't worry, it was just a joke."

"More than 400 years is really a long time..."

"In the outside world, the people we are familiar with or others have probably all disappeared? I am just Lily Bell from the Snow Country now. Here are our memories and everything we value... So, I can never go back, this is my real hometown.”

Ayla can't help but think back to something she's been thinking about at the ceremony.If the time spent in this world is equal to or even exceeds that of the outside world, what choice will she make at that time.

Indeed, dreams are illusory, and fantasy dreams are nothing more than a world stacked up by countless illusions.But when time is long enough to dilute the boundary between reality and illusion, at that time, who can clearly say the value of the two?

After all, who knows which side is the dream.

-

The story was very long, and the three of them gradually became tired and lay side by side on the open space in front of the tombstone.After a long time, Lily asked:

"But Ella, how are you going to get back?"

"Yes, your coming to this world should mean... that you are dead like us, right?"

Ashley added.

"I'm not very clear...but my situation and yours should be somewhat different."

Saying that, she took out the old seal medal hanging around her neck.

"According to my hypothesis, the residents of Dreamland should not just be the dreams of the dead... For example, His Majesty the Snow King, they should be the aboriginal people here, and I entered this world for some special reason. "

Ella didn't dare to say another guess.

According to the theory of the dark wizard Lawrence, humans cannot enter the dreamland, so the man transformed himself into a ghoul at all costs. If this is true, then he who successfully entered this world...

"Your assumption is basically correct."