rugs，helostconsciousnessatthistime，buttheknifestabbedinhisheartdeeply，bloodjustrandownthehandleatthetopofit.
Ijustfoundoutthatatthismoment，thisknifeisvacuum，thehandleisatube，mayhadaholeinthebladeofa.
Thewomanfromasmallpotofskilled，tookoutapieceofcottonstringofthing，sheputthecottondownthehandleofthelaps，XiaoGancardiacoutflowofbloodwillbesuckedthroughcotton.
AnotherthreadinthejarandXiaoGanheartblood，continuouslyalongthethreadintothelittlejar，thewomanfromabowlwithaspoontodigoutapieceofoil，grease，tastefishysmell，sheputthethingsaroundtheXiaoGanchestwound.
Shouldnolongerbleedingoutaroundtheknifehandle，onlyconstantlypouredoutthebloodthatthehandleofthetube，sheusedastickinthelamplighting，againwithawoodenstickintothethenXiaoGanrathersmallone.
Juststickintotankswerelit...
Afterthelittlejarislit，thejarissendingoutthelightsmell，andfishysmelldifferent，abitlikesmell，thetaste，oneselfinthedissectingroomsmelt，incrediblystillcansmellsmellthisXiaoGandreams!
Normaldreamsistwodimensionalspace，usuallywithvisual，hearingandtouch，butoftenthereisnosmellandtaste.
AndrightnowIaminthedreamofXiaoGanshouldhavethesenseofsmell，IrealizedthatXiaoGanthisdreamsomewrong(I'vebeentrappedinthedreamofyourselfandothers，forsomeunexpectedandstrangethingsisnostranger).
Now，XiaoGanlikeahumanoidcandles，bloodflowtotheinsideoftheheartintothepot，andthecanswerestillburning，throughtaste，IanalysisthejaristorefineXiaoGanbyburningthebloodoftheheart，this“spirit“andsaidthewomanbeforeheartshouldhaveacloserelationship.
IamonehundredpercentsurethatthebestteachingisTMisanevilspiritheretics，Iturnedtolookatthestory，fromnowon，whetherornottocontinuewithresidencyinhisownconsciousnessspace，thisalsoisworth，right，buthisabitforXiaoGanresisted.
But，infact，outsidetheXiaoGandream，heisthebestteachingbackbone，wasabouttobringhimselftodieatthefrontorback.
Storyseemedtofeelmymoodatthistime，heslowlystrokewiththehandonthechinbeard，nohurrynotslowsaidthatshewasinsaveXiaoGan.
What......
Ijustwanttogetmad，butatthispointthattheburningpot，giveofftaste，slowlychanged...
Thenattachedtothehandleofcotton，colorisnolongerabloodred，butivory...
Don'tknowwheretocomeupwithasmallbottle，outthemilkyliquidintheXiaoGanheart(hemoglobinandbloodplatelet，howwillnotismilkywhiteah)sheusedthelittlebottle，thenthewhiteliquidfilledsoonwithasmallbottle.
ThenshemovesneatXiaoGaninthechest，pullingthehollowknife，andapplyittothewound，applysomegrease，beforeactuallywenttotheheartofthewoundtostach(althoughthiswomanisevildemonsheretics，butherskillisnotcover，thisbetterthanourchestoutsidetheattendingdoctor，notabitkeysheuseddrugsistoosignificant，ifknowthisformulaorbringintorealityanalysisandresearch，noproblemofthenewsurgicalhemostaticdrugs，itcanmakeafortune).
Sheputthelittlebottleonsleeve，thecottonisbackonthejarlidonit.
Upthethingsonthetable，alsobuiltadressXiaoGan，atthistimethewomandon'tlikejustlikeghosts，itlikeamedicalmaster，I...
Buthewasstillbreathingsmooth，evenbeforetheillappearancealldisappeared，Iwassurprisedtoturnglancedathuber，seehisoldgodin，asifIhadknownIwouldhavethislook.
I'mabitconfused，itisbesttoteachforawhilethewitchshaman，amomentliketheghostsofharm，atthistimeandsavethehealer，butmyheartrefusestobelievethatsheisoutofkindness，justtosaveXiaoGan，myinthemindatthistimewaslessXiaoGanhostility.
IknowXiaoGanwillneverdie，becausetheoutsideofhisdreams，alivealive，butalsorepresentthebestteachingtocontrolme?
Ithinkofthelateqingdynasty，theg8coalitionbeforethewarofaggressionagainstChina，opiumtoChinaconstantlyinput，andusethesmokepoisoncontrolpeople，collapseofmindanddevelopmentofthepeople.
Peopleonceinlifebasedonaparticularenergy，asatthebeginningofopium，itreallywillbecontrolledbyothers，inhisowndreams，havesenseofspace，thesoul，cangraspthesoulbodyofenergysupply，thestoryorsmallseven，likefoodorair，atthistimeforhuber，hecanonlyalsomustobeyme.
XiaoGandreamsceneishisunexpected，atthismomentIsuddenlyunderstandhecalmlyfromwhere，Igavehimatask，toseehisappearanceisn'tworriedaboutcan'tdothat，thenthereisonlyonereason.
Sinceinthedream，hasinthepast，presentandfuture，butrelationshipsarecontext.
StoryXiaoGanalthoughdonotknowatthistime，butheandthewomanhasadeepinvolvement，andthestoryandthewomanmusthavebeenmetandworkedwith，sohecanpassthiswoman，tocompletethetaskheneedstobedone.
Ialsoknowthatinthedreamsofothers，isnotneedafacetoface，orusetheirownstrengthtomeetthetarget，butcanthroughthedreamtimeandplace，characterrelationshiptodesignandplanning，usingtheirownplansandforcesdrivingthedevelopmentofeventsinadream.
Inotherwords，inthedreamsofothers，nottocontrolthedreamoftheman，orhimatthispointinthedreamstate，buttocontrolhisdreams!
Because，nooneknowshisownlife，allofthedreamisacompletemap，andinthislife，thedreamisinacomplete2dworld，asadreammaster，don'tknow，oneselfinthedreamoftheplace，timeandwhatisthecharacters，ofcoursecanonlypassive，tomeetthedreamshappen.
Thewomanpickedupthewoodentable，blowsoutthelamplikeghostsintothedarkness.
SincewanttoinfluencebythewomanXiaoGan，atthatmoment，youmustfollowupandseethe，IfloatinviewofvisualAngletothedirectionofthewomanwiththepast，everythingisrealthingscloser，thewomanintoasecretdoor，andwentoutfrombehindthehouseandfromthesideofthecourtyardlefthere.
Behindtheyardisasmallalley，sheworeablackrobe，stoppedacabattheexittothealley，andthewomanwasonthehorseandcart.
Thinkisfunny，InowwithhuberintoXiaoGandream，butinhisdreamandothercharactersincloserelationship，thoughfinallytosolvetheproblemwithhim，butfelthisdream，heisnotahero...
Thecarriageturnedafterseveralturnsintothestreet，thecarfinallywasinadditiontothecity.
Thecarstoppedafterabridge，thewomanwalkeddownfromthecar，thecarturnedaroundhasalwaysbeenonthewayback.
Shealongtheriverunderthebridgehasbeenheadedforapartofthewoods，Ithinkatthispointofteachingshouldbenotonthepoliticalpower，ortothewoman'sidentitynotsosecretive.
SoXiaoGanpossibleisthekeytothemfromthewildernessintopower，thewomanwalkedinthewoodsaloneforalongtime，Ialsoadmirehercourage，thekeyishercarryingalamp，onlythiswayevenit'snotabeastpoisonousinsectattackher.
Suddenly，Iheardthereiswaterinfront，asfromthemountainwaterfalls，andindeedshineatthemoment，amomentlateraclearingsoabruptappearinfrontofthemoonisbrightasontheground，weareinthewoods，sofeelthemoonlightandthestars，atthispointinthisfielditsuddenlyappearstranquilandpeacefulworld.
Thisfieldthereisaflashinglights，itisapool，inagiantboulderlikehillontheflowofwater，formingapool，thepoolinthemoonlightshiningcrystalclearwater，likeinthisfieldwithalayerofsilversatin.
Assheslowlywalkedtowardthewater，ifitisnotthelightofthemooninthesky，nowsheislikeawaterdemonbacktoherhome.
Mymindflashes，theentrancetoa“goldenvalley“.
Iremember，atthattimetocomehere，isthewaterfallpoolfromgoldenvalleyofhandin，andinXiaoGandream，atthispointthebestteachwhatthewomancometothisplace，arelikelytobethehandcityintogoldhandtheentrancetothevalley.
WasinXiaoGandreams，Ifoundthevalleybacktothegoldenhandentry，butjustdidnotremembertheroute.
Thisistooweird，inXiaoGandream，Ifoundsoimportantthings，forinaperson'sdream，isnotaroundhimselfdreamsofwhathappened，but，hecouldonlyfeeldreams，belongtothepartofhisthings，andinthedream，infact，alargeareaoftheworld，intheeventofamorethingsanddreamsmasterrelatedsituation.
Ilikehaverealbody，tookadeepbreath，followedhersanktothebottom.
I'mgladIcanfollowedherintothepool，likeIguess，thisseeminglyverydeeppool，intowhichthejustabovehishead.
Earsrang，spraymanfromthewater，ofcoursefromgoldenvalleyofhandinthepool...
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