The style had changed, and the wedding had turned into an ancient Chinese style wedding.
Just like in movies, Song Shuhang was the bridegroom, and was holding a scarlet red string made of flowers in his hand.
The bride, whose face was covered with an old-style red bridal veil,
was holding the other end of the red string.
Under the instructions of the person managing the wedding, husband and wife bowed to heaven and earth, to their parents, and finally to each other.
Afterward, the bridegroom stepped forward, and raised the red veil on the bride's face.
While raising the red veil, Song Shuhang had already clenched his other fist, ready to strike. If the person behind the veil was still True Monarch White Crane, he would immediately punch it in the face without any hesitation whatsoever!
But contrary to his expectations, the person behind the veil wasn't True Monarch White Crane. The figure behind the veil had a pretty face, black hair, a small nose, and a face that always had a smile plastered on it... it was Soft Feather.
Song Shuhang secretly heaved a sigh of relief. As long as the bride wasn't a bald person or True Monarch White Crane, it was fine.
Nevertheless, he found it somewhat strange that the bride in the dream turned out to be Soft Feather.
The relationship between Soft Feather and him hadn't reached this level yet. For Soft Feather, he was just 'Senior Song', and nothing more.
But as long as the person behind the veil wasn't True Monarch White Crane, the dream wasn't too bad.
Just as this thought flashed through Song Shuhang's mind, Soft Feather opened her mouth and spoke.
What happened next almost made Shuhang kneel to the ground!
Soft Feather's voice wasn't her usual sweet voice, but that of a middle-aged man. "Wahahaha! Little friend Song, not even in your dreams will you marry my daughter!"
After saying this much, Soft Feather's appearance changed, and turned into that of a handsome middle-aged man. "The effects of my shapeshifting brooch are pretty good, aren't they? Not even the fellow daoists of the Nine Provinces Number One Group can see through it—regardless of how carefully they observe!"
After briefly glancing at the handsome face of the man, Song Shuhang didn't hesitate and waved his iron fist, punching the man in the face!
As expected, it was still a nightmare. In addition, it was even scarier than the one with True Monarch White Crane earlier!
After he punched, the nightmare was shattered to pieces again...
Then, just like the last time, the scenery in the dream changed.
This time, he was inside the room of a modern house.
Song Shuhang calmly sat on the edge of the bed.
Since he had already experienced something similar twice, he quickly inspected the goods in the surrounding area and the clothing he was wearing.
This time, there didn't seem to be anything unusual in the room, and even his clothes were very ordinary.
Song Shuhang heaved a sigh of relief. From the looks of it, there wasn't any stupid wedding or bride this time around.
Just as Song Shuhang was in deep thoughts, the door of the room was pushed open.
In the next moment, a pekingese that was standing up like a person came in while wearing a suit, its expression grave.
Afterward, the pekingese revealed a smile, and said, "Dear, I've made you wait for a long time. As the saying goes: one minute in a night of rendezvous is worth a thousand pieces of gold. Tonight is the day of our big marriage. Don't put on that grave face and smile a bit, alright? Why don't you show me your beautiful smile, or perhaps you want me to smile at you?"
F*ck you and your smile! Doudou, go to hell!
Song Shuhang wielded his iron fist of justice and hammered the face of the pekingese.
The dreamland was shattered to pieces again.
In the next moment, the scene changed again.
This time, Song Shuhang found himself in a primitive society. He was wearing animal skin and using the stone axe in his hand to cut some wood.
It was already his fourth time entering a dreamland... during the previous three times, the dreamland was related to 'marriage'. Song Shuhang felt that there was something wrong about this whole situation. Was his fourth dream also going to be related to 'marriage'?
Even if he was unconscious in the real world and was having a nightmare, it was impossible to dream about the same subject three times in a row! Moreover, the three weddings were one worse than the other!
What was happening was too scary even for the standard of nightmares!
Song Shuhang wondered if there was someone or something influencing his dreams.
Perhaps one of the seniors was playing a prank on him?
Anyway, he had turned into a primitive man this time. Therefore, the dream shouldn't be about 'marriage' or 'wedding ceremonies', right? After all, primitive men didn't have wedding ceremonies and the like.
Just as he was in deep thoughts, Song Shuhang saw a figure approaching from afar.
The figure had a petite build and shoulder-length hair. Even if she was wearing animal skin, she still looked very pretty.
It was Su Clan's Sixteen!
Su Clan's Sixteen was currently holding a huge club in her hand, the type that gave one goosebumps. Her bright and piercing eyes were staring at Song Shuhang, full of aggressiveness!
Song Shuhang immediately got a bad feeling.
Speaking of primitive men and wedding ceremonies... Song Shuhang remembered about a funny animated cartoon.
Whenever the primitive men in the cartoon found their beloved one, they would grab a club and strike them unconscious, dragging them into their caves. This was the 'wedding ceremony' of those primitive men.
The distant Su Clan's Sixteen seemed to be itching to get into action.
She was looking at Song Shuhang as though she was looking at her prey. She even had that huge club in her hand... she wasn't planning to beat up him up and render him unconscious, right?
"..." Song Shuhang.
What kind of idiotic dream is this!
I'm going to flip the table! I refuse to play this game any further! Which bored senior of the Nine Provinces Number One Group decided to play this prank on me?
If it was a joke, it has gone too far by now!
Even a good-hearted person would get angry if this continued!
"Make me wake up! I don't know which senior is playing this prank on me, but if you stop now, I won't get too angry. But if you continue, I'll be very upset!" Song Shuhang shouted.
Just as he was shouting, Song Shuhang felt dizzy, and a painful feeling transmitted from the back of his head.
Song Shuhang stiffly turned his head around, only to see Su Clan's Seven standing behind him. He was likewise wearing animal skin, and had a cold expression on his face.
At this time, he was holding a wooden club covered with blood in his hand; the blood on it surely belonged to Song Shuhang.
Afterward, Seven happily waved at the far-off Sixteen.
"..." Song Shuhang.
Dammit, it was really a primitive-type wedding ceremony in the end!
Anyway, I refuse to go along with this any further!
Quickly get me out of this stupid dream!
Why are you fixated on these boring jokes about marriage? Is it that difficult to think of something more original?
If you immediately stop with this marriage thing, we can still be friends!
Song Shuhang believed that this was what was going on.
But right at this time, the surrounding area suddenly changed, and Su Clan's Seven and Su Clan's Sixteen disappeared without any trace.
The trees of the primeval forest started to twist, transforming into humanoid puppets and puppet monsters that rushed toward Song Shuhang.
It wasn't only the trees; the surrounding stones and soil also fused together and transformed into puppets, charging toward Song Shuhang.
"F*ck!" Song Shuhang fled for his life.
Ahahaha, fleeing is pointless! You are mine! You belong to me!
A strange voice echoed at this time. It felt as though countless voices belonging to men, women, children, and older people had fused together.
Your blood, your flesh, your bones, your hair, everything you have... is mine!
"What the hell is happening?" Song Shuhang furrowed his brows as he kept running at full speed. He felt that something very bad would happen if those monstrous puppets caught him.
In the next moment, the entire world started to surge... everything was now made of puppets.
Air, rocks, wood, soil, fire, lightning, and water all transformed into puppets. An endless quantity of puppets surrounded Song Shuhang, stretching out their hands and greedily pouncing toward him.
Song Shuhang said angrily, "What's the deal with this damned dream?!"
How could he even play along if the whole world was under the control of the other party!
He had nowhere to hide at this moment.
Song Shuhang was getting restless. What would happen if the puppets caught him?
Just as the innumerable puppets were about to grab Song Shuhang, a jet-black flying sword shattered space itself and pierced the ground in front of Song Shuhang.
In the next moment, endless darkness was released from the jet-black flying sword.
The pure darkness devoured everything.
In the blink of an eye, all the puppets in the dreamland were swallowed by the darkness the flying sword released. The entire dreamland had turned into pure, black space, with only Song Shuhang floating in there.
What was happening at this time?
Song Shuhang stretched out his hand and tried to touch the jet-black sword.
However, the sword easily dodged his hand, just as though it had intelligence.
Soon after, the jet-black sword started to fluctuate.
Two breaths later, a delicate and pretty figure appeared in front of Song Shuhang.
The jet-black hair of the figure fluttered in the air, its eyes as bright as the silver moon. A charm that words alone couldn't describe was exuded from its body; even this world full of darkness was unable to overshadow its charm.
"Senior White!" Song Shuhang called out happily.
The figure before his eyes was none other than Venerable White.
"Heh." Venerable White faintly smiled at Song Shuhang. The gentle smile immediately reassured Song Shuhang.
"Senior White, did you finally come out of secluded meditation?" Song Shuhang asked.
"Yes." Venerable White smiled and nodded.
"Senior White, what's the deal with these interlinked nightmares I had just now?" Song Shuhang asked again. However, he was still vigilant deep inside his heart.
After all, he was still inside the dreamland.
Although the Venerable White before his eyes seemed to have come here to save him and get him out of here, he wasn't completely sure whether he was the real Venerable White or just another creation of the nightmare. Song Shuhang wasn't guarding against Venerable White, but the person that had trapped him inside this nightmare.
"This nightmare of yours is a magical technique related to the puppets of the ancient Jet-Black Sect. It's something similar to a curse, and is very difficult to deal with. When did you get affected by this magical technique?" Venerable White explained.
Song Shuhang furrowed his brows. When was he affected by this magical technique?
A magical technique related to the puppets of the ancient Jet-Black Sect... Wait a moment, is it possible that...
Senior Xian Gong arranged a series of traps outside Yu Jiaojiao's villa some time ago so that he could attract the demons of the Netherworld and capture the demodragon.
The demodragon didn't appear back then, and what they captured was a group of sea urchin warriors.
But a puppet was hiding amidst the group of sea urchin warriors.
Before its death, the puppet suddenly pointed its finger at the far-off Song Shuhang. Nevertheless, they didn't sense any fluctuation of energy that implied the usage of a magical technique.
Is it possible that the puppet secretly used some technique back then?
But what is the goal of the opposite party?
Song Shuhang was thinking of chatting with Senior White some more when the latter suddenly said, "Good, that should be enough. It's now time for you to wake up."
"?" Song Shuhang was confused.
Then, he saw the smiling Venerable White stretch out his finger and point at him. The world of darkness started to collapse immediately after.
In the next moment, Song Shuhang was finally able to escape that world of interlinked nightmares.