"Tsk, tsk, this is really interesting!"
Standing on the roof of a twenty-four-story high-rise building, Feng Xue faced the cold wind of late autumn and overlooked the night view of the city.
Although he has not found any traces of hallucinations so far, he can clearly detect that there is something strange in his mental state.
Although he has been "deprived" or "shielded" of most extraordinary powers, the state of mind accumulated through martial arts practice and the knowledge attached to a large number of labels still allow him to clearly grasp his own state.
He didn't feel that he was really so unlucky that he happened to be hit in the face of a monster. Compared to this situation, he was more willing to believe that there was a world-class monster on the level of Infinite City in this world.
In other words, he felt that the world corresponding to the rooms above the 50th floor should have at least one super weird story like this whose ability range covers the entire world.
If you think about it from this perspective, the ability of this strange story is probably to build a world in dreams and allow everyone to enter this world while sleeping.
"But the question is, why can't I remember the memory of the two previous dreams...is it really because of death?"
Feng Xue thought about the possibilities and the right way to exit.
Assuming that this dreaming rule is not directed at you, it means that there should be a normal exit method in this world, otherwise there would not be so many awake people in the real world.
"Currently, the most likely possibility is that if you fall asleep in the dream world, you will wake up in reality. There are two completely different lives on both sides."
Feng Xue thought about it, but did not try it immediately because he didn't know whether quitting normally would still accumulate that kind of mental pollution.
If the pollution value will increase every time you enter and exit, then you must maximize the benefits of each entry as much as possible to avoid irreversible things happening after the pollution value reaches a certain level.
Feng Xue is not afraid of death, but if it is similar to corruption, or simply like burning the God of War, and using his strange story as firewood, it will be really miserable.
Taking a deep breath, Feng Xue took the elevator back to the ground. The feeling of powerlessness brought about by this mortal body made him understand why he felt so uneasy and palpitated the moment he woke up.
"Well, what's the most dangerous place around here? Can you take me there?"
Feng Xue couldn't find a clue for a while, so he turned his attention to Ghost Hand. After hearing Feng Xue's words, Ghost Hand made a "figure eight" gesture, as if he was thinking, and then after a brief pause, It finally made an OK gesture, and then hooked its hand at Feng Xue, gesturing for him to follow.
"Sure enough." Feng Xue was immediately happy when she saw this. Although Gui Shou would insist on killing himself with his own hands, considering that it is easier to succeed in dangerous places than in peaceful environments, it is not surprising that Gui Shou would agree.
"The question now is, what will this dangerous place look like? Is there any connection with my two previous withdrawals?" Feng Xue sorted out her thoughts, followed the ghost hand moving towards the corner of the city, and then , he saw a bar surrounded by a police cordon, but he did not see a police car or onlookers, so it probably wasn't the problem that just happened.
"Murder scene? You don't want to steal the police's gun and kill me, do you?" Feng Xue looked at the ghost hand suspiciously, and the ghost hand immediately waved his hand vigorously, but seeing the way it shook suddenly for a moment, Feng Xue Xue even felt as if she heard the exclamation of "This kind of operation is still possible".
"Tsk tsk, I feel like I can learn sign language level 12 after staying with you for a long time."
"..." Guishou spread his hands as if it was none of my business, then raised his index finger and pointed at the bar surrounded by police cordons, as if he was going to hurry over and take a look.
Feng Xue looked around vigilantly, and after confirming that he didn't find any strange people, he moved closer. He originally planned to find someone to find out what happened here, but at this moment, something suddenly flashed in his eyes. A few incongruous things.
Without any hesitation, Feng Xue refocused and saw a series of short numbers:
Name: Phantom Weibull's Dung
Elements: [Weird], [Scorching], [Alienation], [Mineral], [Metabolite]
Introduction: It is said to be fecal crystals excreted by a great being named Vipur. It is highly radioactive. Direct contact with the skin will cause malignant burns and accompanying corruption that is difficult to treat.
Note: You have to understand that it’s not just people who don’t like this stuff.
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"..." Feng Xue's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he instinctively wanted to throw the salt out of his hands, but his empty hands made him not know how to express his feelings of complaining.
"Fuck, I'm used to throwing away salt."
But perhaps it was his strange reaction at this moment that made the person carrying the phantom object notice him. He was a middle-aged man wearing a peaked cap and a thick windbreaker. The text of the phantom object happened to come from his A sapphire badge on the chest.
The other party glanced at Feng Xue, or to be precise, he glanced at the ghost hand on Feng Xue's shoulder, and then showed a clear look. He first looked at the surrounding situation warily, then stepped closer and whispered. :
"You are also here to investigate the Gray Pine Tavern?"
"???" Feng Xue had some doubts in her heart, but she didn't show it at all on her face. Instead, she nodded as if it were natural and said:
"Come and see what's going on."
"This matter is not simple. It cannot be eaten by just one or two people." The man lowered the brim of his hat slightly. Feng Xue didn't say much, but nodded slightly and said:
"If you can prove yourself reliable enough, I wouldn't mind sharing the harvest with you."
"It's natural." The man nodded, then took a step forward, bypassing the isolation line in a familiar way, and got into the bar from the side and rear. The whole movement was smooth and smooth, even a little dazzling.
Immediately realizing that there was probably a meaning of competition in this, Feng Xue tapped her toes. Although she had no internal strength, when she unfolded the Shengxuan Dingjing Step, she seemed to transform into a ghost and rushed directly into the bar. Her movements were much faster than that. Men need to go a little faster.
The other party was obviously a little surprised by Feng Xue's skills, but Feng Xue was currently sizing up the people in the dark bar.
Yes, in this unlit bar, there are two people sitting in front of the bar at this time, seeming to be communicating something.
Feng Xue didn't even look at their faces, because at this moment, he was already attracted by the two strings of words.
Both of these two people have illusions!
(End of chapter)
