"It's done. I took that woman to [Musician]. She's sleeping like a baby curled up in her mother's womb now."
The black-clad man walked leisurely up to Lan Shiwen, his eyes closed and his light footsteps utterly silent. A cloak of black silk gauze draped his shoulders, leaving his hazy features half concealed, indistinct as a dream.
This was the Ascendant known in Yun Province as the [Night-Wandering God], though he preferred people to call him by his real name.
"Lin Xi," Lan Shiwen said. "How well is that woman sleeping? Is she dreaming?"
"Hmm..." Lin Xi considered it for a moment. "You'll have to ask yourself that. After all, you built this so-called [Eternal Sleep Prison]. I can only offer some analysis from my own perspective."
Lan Shiwen nodded. "Go ahead."
"Then I will," Lin Xi said softly. "The Eternal Sleep Prison has a very simple structure. It consists of just two ghosts: [
Musician] and [Sleep Paralysis]."
"Musician uses any instrument he can play to perform a sleep-inducing Requiem. Human or ghost, anyone who hears the Requiem falls asleep."
"If they don't leave Musician's range of influence in time, the Requiem's ongoing 'soothing' causes their sleep to grow deeper and heavier as time passes. It's like sinking endlessly into a bottomless sea, falling, descending into ever greater depths-"
"Until their consciousness dissolves and dissipates in dreamless sleep. In layman's terms, they sleep themselves to death."
"The Bed-Pressing Ghost can't put people to sleep, but anyone who falls asleep within his range of influence will experience 'sleep paralysis,' dragged by the Evil Ghost into a nightmare they cannot wake from. Supposedly, if the ghost kills you in the dream, you really die in the waking world too. I'm not sure about that. I've never tried it."
"But one thing