"Woo..."
With a headache, Feng Xue slowly opened his eyes. Looking at the unchanged room in front of him, he frowned slightly, and a subtle sense of disharmony immediately came to his heart.
He stretched out his hand to push himself up from the bed and glanced across the room. Everything was so natural. This was an ordinary hotel room. Whether it was the LCD TV on the wall or the air conditioning vent above his head, everything seemed so reasonable. As it should be.
But there was a feeling that told him that this shouldn't be like this.
"What's wrong?" Just when Feng Xue frowned and began to wonder where the sense of disharmony came from, a pale ghost hand suddenly floated over with a glass of warm water, as if "I just woke up and drank some water." He handed over the water glass as if.
"Tsk, tsk, do you think you can kill me again? Wait a minute! Damn it!!!!"
Feng Xue's expression suddenly stiffened as he took the water glass, and then turned into a strong shock. He looked at the expectant look of the ghost hand, and casually placed the water glass beside the table. The appearance of the ghost hand seemed to It shattered the cloud of doubt hanging over his head and made his thoughts suddenly clear.
Feng Xue didn't waste any time and immediately began to try to activate his power.
However……
"It failed, or in other words, I can't feel it at all. No, not only the power, but also the rules of descent. I can't even feel the consumption of [consciousness]. Compared to the ghost story, I am more like an ordinary person now."
Feng Xue clenched his fist hard and punched in front of him. A crisp explosion made him nod slightly.
"Although there is no internal power, all real martial arts based on human body structure can still be used. It's interesting. Is it really a dream-like power?"
Feng Xue endured a slight headache and walked to the window. At this moment, he suddenly felt that everything before, including the ghost stories and the infinite city, were all dreams, and that he was the real illusion now.
But the existence of ghost hands is like a beacon, telling the authenticity of all this.
In fact, he did not bring anything into this world, including the clothes on his body, and it was not the Kamen Rider armor hidden by the power of the hermit, but a set of clothing similar to the disguised one.
As for why Ghost Hand can follow...
Probably because it wants to kill itself.
"Funny illusions are indeed the strongest, but they still have to succumb to the basic principles of illusions."
Feng Xue lamented the omnipotence of the ghost hand, and at the same time secretly rejoiced that the ghost hand was only omnipotent during the "process" of "killing the anchor" (in K language, it is "when this card is performing xx" ), otherwise I would not be able to seal it away.
But now, the existence of Ghost Hand is just right to help him avoid the biggest pitfall in the world.
"Self-awareness?"
Feng Xue took a deep breath to calm down her mind. This dream world is more troublesome than Death Thirteen's abilities because its memory shielding is two-way. Not only can it not be remembered in reality what happened in the dream, even if it enters In the dream, I still can't remember what I did in the previous dreams.
In fact, if it hadn't been for the ghost hand's reminder this time, he would have forgotten that he was a ghost.
So the question is, what are the rules of this strange story?
Why did I wake up from my dream before?
Will you go back after death in this dream?
Or do you open a new account every time you die in a dream?
Or is it simply similar to an online game that will not affect the operation of the world after death, but will be reborn directly from the resurrection point next time?
Feng Xue was not very clear about the details, but he did understand that every time he exited the dream abnormally, it would become more dangerous.
This danger may just be pure mental pollution, or it may be some kind of replacement, replacement, or simply some kind of triggering weird power.
In fact, his biggest problem right now is that he simply doesn't know how to quit.
Although he had always speculated that he died in a dream and woke up, there was actually no substantive evidence. In other words, if it was just a "fraudulent act" that was caused by this strange story because he could not directly do it, then he wanted to If you quit by committing suicide, you may play into the opponent's hands.
"Tsk, tsk, this is really troublesome."
Feng Xue stood up and pushed open the hotel door. The bright light instantly made him feel something was wrong, because...
"Why does this hotel use LED lights?"
Although LED lights are indeed the development trend of lighting fixtures, in reality they are still in the era of incandescent lamps, right?
"Differences in dreams?"
Feng Xue murmured in his heart and immediately became vigilant. Now he is just a human with a little more knowledge. He is not as powerful as before. He must be as careful as possible in all his actions.
With this thought in his mind, Feng Xue walked along the stairs of the hotel to the street. The night view that was obviously two levels brighter than before made him speechless.
The community that originally had the style of the last century has turned into a modern night scene with flashing neon lights, and residential buildings measuring 50 to 60 meters tall can be seen everywhere.
"It seems to be a lot more troublesome than I thought."
Even if it is a strange story, it cannot be made out of nothing. Everything must have its cause and effect, even in dreams. With the level of technology at the end of the twentieth century in this world, even mobile phones are still quite bulky, but look at it. Looking at the smartphones in the hands of passers-by on the street, I know that this is by no means an illusion.
Either this strange story directly constructed this dream based on Feng Xue's memory, or all the technology in this dream is real.
Of course, there is a worse possibility, that is, the strange stories in this world also have the ability to cross worlds.
"Considering the game companies in the previous world, the latter is more likely."
Feng Xue was looking for a cash machine in the streets and alleys that looked like there would be no problem with it, while searching for anomalies in the world.
Now, as a human being, he doesn't even have the power to detect [consciousness] and the fire of ghost stories...
Wait a moment!
Feng Xue suddenly trembled, and then turned to look at the ghost hand on his shoulder. The lines of words that appeared in his eyes made his original solemn expression suddenly become abnormal.
"I can still use my golden finger?!"
At this moment, all the original uneasiness was instantly swept away, because he knew that the moment he realized this, the weird stories in this world would no longer crush him one-sidedly!
Feng Xue excitedly grabbed the ghost hand on his shoulder, kissed him hard twice, and started running wildly in the eyes of passers-by who looked like crazy.
The aim in his field of vision swept back and forth like an FPS game, trying to find clues. Although he could not capture the real information, as long as there were traces of ghost stories in this world, then his golden fingers would definitely be able to find the tail. !
(End of chapter)
