"You two," Mr. Jung's voice rang in my ears, "please keep your will."
Sean and Yueguang, who were too shocked, came to their senses and their expressions returned to calmness.
"This is..." Sean frowned, remembering the huge amusement park Thomas Dominic described, "Where did Thomas say it was?"
They landed on the ground, dry mud and grass, similar to the old site of Kensington Park.
"This dream is connected to a certain spiritual world that exists in reality..." In the world of dreams, Mr. Jung showed strong confidence and his figure became taller. He stared at the brightly lit amusement park in the distance ahead. Gate, "The owner of the dream is not far away."
Following Jung towards the gate, Sean could see shadowy figures in the distance and narrowed his eyes: "Are they things in Leon's dream, or...?"
"To be precise, this place is just a dream." Jung explained, "But this dream is connected to the real spiritual world, and the hints, prototypes, etc. correspond one-to-one with the real world.
“Like a reflection in water, an honest reflection of reality.
"However, unlike reflections in water..." Jung turned back with a solemn expression, "Even in dreams, they are dangerous..."
"Found it." Jung stopped.
Without him having to point it out, Sean and Moonlight also saw——
Little Leon was standing not far ahead.
Clearly, he was in trouble at the moment.
The temptation of the amusement park seems to be real to him. The golden streamers extend from the paradise and wrap around his body, inviting him to enter and wander in the joy...
However, there were many arms of the dead burning with hell fire stretched out in the earth, and those black arms tightly grasped Leon's body.
There were even a few hands with long fingers that covered little Lyon's eyes, mouth, and ears, as if they wanted to close off his senses...
"Death God Akon?!" Sean recognized at a glance the "Hand of the Dead" summoned by Mrs. Garcia to grab the powerful corpse.
"Akon, the god of death, is stopping the temptation of little Leon at the amusement park!"
The intention is so clear that even Sean, who is not very versed in symbolism, can understand it at a glance.
"Mrs. Garcia's folklore skills really protected little Leon."
Looking at the two mysterious forces in a stalemate, Sean seemed to have some realization: "The protection of Akon, the God of Death, is also the reason why little Leon cannot wake up..."
The crowd in the distance seemed to notice a few unexpected newcomers.
Someone was talking about something, their eyes full of hostility.
There are several aggressive beings approaching here...
Faced with this deadlock, Mr. Jung squatted beside little Lyon's ear.
"This is his dream. To solve this dilemma, he can only rely on the strength deep within himself."
After a brief explanation, Jung leaned close to the little boy's ear and said softly: "Leon, please recall a scene——
"You were playing outside and fell because you were running too fast, and the rough ground broke your knee.
"When you got home, your mother didn't blame you, but washed your wounds and gently applied herbs on you..."
Following Jung's suggestive narration, a figure with a faint brilliance gradually emerged behind Leon...
Moonlight turned to look at the huge figure and heard Jung continue: "Leon, don't be afraid of mother's scolding...
“Come back into her arms.
“She will forgive you and protect you no matter what.
"Because she loves you."
At this moment, Sean could also see clearly that the huge figure emerging behind Leon was Mrs. Garcia.
However, this figure looks younger and softer.
The figure of the lady stretched out her hand and stroked away the golden ribbons as if she were driving away mosquitoes.
The Hand of the Dead also completed its mission and submerged into the land again.
The wife held Leon in her arms and walked out of the dream step by step.
Almost at the same time as his wife left, Sean and Moonlight discovered that the direction of the amusement park became a little strange...
The amusement park, which was filled with laughter, music and screams from time to time, suddenly became quiet at this moment.
The numerous figures in the distance stopped their movements and just turned their heads, staring at these uninvited guests who wanted to take away the Lord of Dreams with their huge eyes...
Jung turned his head and spoke quickly: "Go quickly, this dream is hostile to us!"
After saying that, he took the lead and ran towards the outside.
Sean and Moonlight also started running.
The Lord of Divine Roots consciously slowed down and allowed himself to stay behind.
He noticed a wave of spiritual energy coming from behind.
"Questor?!" Without the time to think about the correspondence between dreams and reality, Sean suddenly half-turned around.
In the distance, a vague figure held up an invisible "air rifle."
The rifle was fired, and a roar broke the silence of the amusement park. Like a starting gun, the entire amusement park's tourists rushed over screaming, like a tide of resentful spirits...
Before the bullet hit him, Sean had already formed a bulletproof layer in front of him.
But the bullet still penetrated the ectoplasm and hit Sean's left leg.
The New Testament reporter was in pain, gritted his teeth and continued to run forward, following the moonlight looking back nervously, he rushed into the darkness...
"Hiss!" In Mr. Jung's room, Sean suddenly woke up.
He fell to the ground, a wound appeared on his left leg, and blood was pouring out...
"It hurts!" The bullet burned Sean's wound like sulfuric acid.
The ectoplasm ejected the bullet from the dream from the wound. With the help of the "Elixir Mist" and "Forest Black Sheep", Sean quickly repaired his wound.
The bullet landed at Moonlight's feet, causing the pianist to take a step back in shock - the bullet was like something from a nightmare, with several mouths full of teeth and gnawing mouths crowded on the bullet, emitting an unsettling stench...
"Filth bullet?" Moonlight looked at the bullet in surprise.
This is the method of the explorer.
"What is clear is..." Sean had a cold sweat on his face. However, the severe pain in his thigh stopped and the wound had healed. "There is more than one explorer guarding it."
One is the "mysterious gentleman" and the other is the shooter.
Why is that playground guarded by explorers?
This is just one of many puzzles.
Mrs. Garcia suddenly opened the door: "Leon!"
She quickly ran to Leon and hugged her weak and powerless child.
In his mother's arms, Leon Garcia slowly opened his eyes.
This scene made Sean and others breathe a huge sigh of relief.
"Mr. Jung, how did you do it in the dream?" Sean turned around and asked.
Without using spiritual power, Carl Jung actually summoned a patron saint, blocking the entire dream...
This kind of power cannot be underestimated.
Mr. Jung adjusted his glasses and said softly: "Fortunately, our little Leon has a mother who loves him and a wonderful childhood.
“Many times, children who have love actually have great power deep in their hearts.
Mrs. Garcia, smiling through tears, softly comforted Leon, who was still stunned by fright.
Mr. Jung continued: “Leon Garcia is about to enter a rebellious phase.
"Deep in his heart, he faintly wants to prove his independent judgment...
"And the temptation of that amusement park used this psychological energy of growth to make him want to escape from his mother's control through an independent adventure."
The psychology professor lit up his wooden pipe, chose a comfortable sitting position, and talked:
"Like every kid who tries something forbidden...
"Subconsciously, Leon Garcia was pulled and tormented by the 'pleasure of temptation' and the 'pain of self-blame.'"
"Mrs. Garcia's prayers worked and brought this subconscious pull to the surface in Leon's dream."
After Mr. Jung said it, Moonlight immediately thought of Leon, who was pulled by "Akon, the God of Death" and "the temptation of the playground".
"So...is that so?" The pianist opened his eyes wide in surprise. He didn't expect that there were so many hints hidden under the surface...
"So, I said a 'spell' to the confused child."
"That 'spell' can evoke the power deep in the heart of every loved child.
"For boys, 'knee injury, mother applies medicine' is simply a collective memory.
"Of course, if there is no such memory, there is also the memory of the food made by my mother and the memory of putting me to sleep..."
"Use this 'spell' to evoke the memory of being cared for by your mother...
"Children with 'guilt' in their hearts will naturally let go of their empty 'pride', temporarily escape the temptation of the outside world, and choose to believe in their mother's love."
Mr. Jung's eyes were calm as he stared at the mother and son in front of him.
"Of course, this time it is a relatively simple situation..." Mr. Jung waved his hand, as if to say - all this is not due to me, "What we want to be grateful for is Mrs. Garcia's selfless maternal love for Leon."
"You know," the old man said, leaning on the armrests of the chair and sitting up, "if the person you are dreaming about is in a rebellious stage, or has few happy memories in childhood...
"It's going to get more complicated."
After saying this, Sean and Yueguang both looked at this psychology guru with admiration...
They already knew: Mr. Jung was not only a seeker, but a very powerful one!
