Prologue

  On a gloomy afternoon, sparse rain, pedestrians walking quickly. This rain finally made the bustling street slightly calm, and the asphalt road that was breathing hot air also closed its mouth. Slowly, it rained more and more... until the school bell rang, starting a new commotion.

  "Nana, that girl is really weird." A soft and weak female voice broke the dullness of the campus.

  "Ah, it's her. She's really sick, not even carrying an umbrella in such heavy rain, and walking so calmly." He said loudly without any reserve.

  "Never mind, don't bother with her, she's not like normal people, there's something wrong with her." He said, pointing to his head.

  "How did you know?"

  "Alas, I attended the same junior high school as her, and now we're in the same high school. Our homes aren't far apart either. How come I didn't know?" She said with a pout.

  "So why does she always have to be alone?"

  She was notorious for being a scaredy-cat and crybaby when she was little. We used to play together, but she would either suddenly scream or start crying, and sometimes she'd even grab onto people and refuse to let go.

  "What? Why is this?"

  "Hmm, who knows. She always says she saw something, and every time it sounds like it's real. Before, we were also scared by her reactions, but nothing happened afterwards. In the end, nobody wanted to be with her anymore."

  "You said she, would she really have seen something like that?"

  "Hmph, how ridiculous! I've grown up to this age and never believed in those things. If you have something to say, speak up and let me see, just know that you're always nonsense, thinking you're superior." The voice grew louder as he spoke, and after finishing, he glared at the figure again.

  "Shh, keep your voice down, she might have heard." The girl tugged on her friend's sleeve, saying this as she turned around to glance at the girl known as a weirdo.

  Delicate facial features, a small face, pale lips that seemed to be slightly pale, those half-closed eyes had a unique feeling amidst the laziness. The slightly furrowed eyebrows seemed to be thinking about something. Suddenly, she looked at herself. Those eyes completely lost their lazy intent, like an animal's eyes, and suddenly burst out with sharp gaze. The girl swallowed her saliva, turned her head quickly and pulled her companion away... My name is Xi Meng, I'm 18 years old, and I'm the weirdo they're talking about. I'm very introverted, except for a childhood friend, I don't have any other friends. When I was little, I often heard my family members talk about my great-grandfather, saying he was a powerful dream soul master. At that time, I was very curious and asked the elders what a dream soul master was. They told me while comforting me, it's when your soul leaves your body at night to catch ghosts. It's said that my dad's family has had this mission since our ancestors, but after my dad got married, those rumors started to fade away because except for my great-grandfather, there hasn't been another dream soul master...

  At that time, I had just begun to recognize this world, and I wanted to tell them, but I didn't know how to start talking about the things that I could see but they couldn't. Gradually, I found that because of this matter, my friends around me began to alienate me, so I chose to shut up and not mention it to my family at all.

  I have a bad habit of never turning off the lights when I sleep, I've been afraid of the dark since I was little, so at night I basically sleep lightly, and the best time to sleep is when it's dawn. Maybe it's because in the dark, strange shapes always appear floating around everywhere, I admit, I'm scared. But tonight my head keeps feeling painful, no matter how much I toss and turn, I just can't fall asleep, there's an indescribable weird feeling. Slowly, I start to relax.

  This isn't right, how could I feel relaxed? Then suddenly lost consciousness.

  "Xiǎo mèng, xiǎo mèng......" Who keeps calling me? Where am I, is this a dream? I start searching following the sound.

  "Little Xi Meng, are you looking for me?" A shadow suddenly appeared in front of me. It was an old man with a kind face, his white hair scattered on his shoulders, and he was smiling at me with a warm expression. But instead of being afraid, I felt very comfortable, and strangely, I smiled back at this stranger, and even liked him, even in my dream.

  I stared blankly at him, trying hard to recall who he was. "Xi Meng, don't you recognize me?" I nodded, really unable to remember.

  He smiled and said: "That's right, I am your great-grandfather." I was shocked. How could I have dreamed of my great-grandfather? What's going on?

  The old man looked at me not responding and continued: "I am the dream soul master you are curious about, our family has one successor in every generation, unfortunately, I don't know where the accident occurred, these two generations have no one who meets the requirements, I have been waiting until you grow up, your soul power begins to condense and become stronger. You are the only one in my bloodline who inherits this ability, so from today on, you will take over all the responsibilities of our family." His loving eyes were filled with determination.

  But to me, this is simply incomprehensible. I don't even know how to interact with people, let alone ghosts? I shook my head immediately, "Sorry, I'm not capable of it. You'll be disappointed."

  My great-grandfather seemed to ignore my attitude and continued, "Listen, kid. I know you're a child with a clear conscience, although you don't speak much, but you've always been observing others with kindness, silently helping, even saving an ant in your daily life. I trust that you won't harm anyone, this is the mission of being a Dreamweaver's descendant, you can't refuse it. If you don't take on your responsibility, more people will get hurt." My great-grandfather became somewhat stern, and I admit his words made me unable to say no. Besides, this might just be a dream, even if I agreed, once I woke up, nothing would happen anyway.

  "What if I'm not up to it?" My great-grandfather smiled, seeing that I had agreed. "Well, you have to try anyway, remember, you are the only one destined for this." Everything seemed so real again. I was very nervous, like me who has always lived in my own small world and never dared to take a step out, now actually letting timid me start accepting some kind of mission.

  "What is the mission?" I asked softly.

  "Hehe, don't be afraid. Due to the limitations of one's own body, a Dream Soul Master capturing ghosts is a case of the soul leaving the body. However, that is also part of your physical body and doesn't differ much from normal times. It's just that a Dream Soul Master has great soul power, which can branch out into another body appearing in other spaces. This body possesses strong soul power but will also get hurt. It is connected to our physical body."

  Great-grandfather paused for a moment, looking at me seriously: "Remember, if this incarnation is severely damaged, then once it disappears, your ** will also be destroyed. Are you afraid, Ximeng?"

  "So, if I become a Dreamweaver, I'll die at any moment?" I asked, trying to calm myself down.

  "Don't worry, it won't be that easy. You'll understand soon enough. Let's talk about something else, did I scare you? As a Dreamweaver, not only can you see things others can't, but you also have to judge them. If they appear in spaces where they shouldn't be, that means they've broken the underlying rules of the three realms. In that case, your left eye, the Hell's Eye, will send them to hell for judgment."

  "As your soul power grows, when you become a strong one, maybe you can open your right eye, but as far as I know, except for the first ancestor who opened it, no one else has succeeded."

  "What can the right eye do?"

  "I'm not too clear either, I just know it's called the Eye of Heaven, which can let them go to the afterlife and avoid the suffering of hell. Specifically, I don't know. Don't put pressure on yourself, just catch the wandering ghosts between heaven and earth." My great-grandfather patted my shoulder.

  Slowly, I only felt my eyelids getting heavy, and everything became invisible. All that remained was the faint echo of my great-grandfather's voice in my ears. "I have a premonition, you will definitely become a very strong Dreamweaver. Alright, go back now. Little Xi Meng, I will always protect you."

  I rubbed my eyes open, wondering if this was a dream or not. I sat up and stared at the clock on the wall as its pendulum swung back and forth, lost in thought. It seemed that I had been oppressed by the harsh reality of time and had begun to have such fanciful dreams. Ah, I shook my head with a helpless smile. A gust of cool wind blew into the window, lifting the white curtains. The chill made me pull my nightgown tighter. My neck felt icy cold, and when I looked down, I was surprised to find that the chain around my neck wasn't mine - where had I seen it before?

  Good heavens! How is this possible?! Is all of this really true? Isn't this chain the one that belonged to my great-grandfather...