Wang Ling didn't admit the problem with the bed, and fell asleep not long after closing his eyes, but Li Gan hadn't slept yet, the closed room was very dim, and there was no sound in the space outside the window. Li Gan's eyes flashed with a faint blue, and no one knew what he was thinking. After a long time, he sighed heavily, closed his eyes, and the room became completely dark.

Wang Ling was woken from his sleep by a loud noise, a mixture of metal crashes, shouts, and what appeared to be screams. Wang Ling pressed his ear, but it didn't have any effect, the sound seemed to sound directly in his ear. Wang Ling opened his mouth a little irritably and shouted, "Li Gan, quickly press your damn alarm clock, it's noisy like a broken gong." ”

No one responded, and the strange voices instead grew louder and louder. Did this guy sleep so deadly? Wang Ling opened his eyes angrily, turned over and sat up, trying to stop Li Gan's alarm clock.

"Where is this?" When he saw the scene in front of him, Wang Ling immediately lay back on the quilt without hesitation, closed his eyes for three seconds, and sat up again, but the scene in front of him was still the same, and it didn't seem to be a problem with the way he opened it.

The bed is still the same bed, but the room is not the same as before. It looked like a hilltop, a small flat land with a radius of about ten meters, and then all around it was suddenly cut off, just like the mountains around the Three Gorges.

Those huge voices came from the bottom of the mountain, Wang Ling got up from the bed, hesitated, or walked to the edge of the cliff, this mountain is very high, the distance to the ground is a hundred meters, looking around, Wang Ling found that there are many similar mountains, it is better to say that it is a mountain, but it is a pillar. I saw a number of pillars enclosing a vast plain in the middle, and that was the source of the noise.

Then, I don't know where the light sprinkled from, Wang Ling saw countless figures on this plain. They were divided into two sides, exactly the two halves of the circle surrounded by pillars, and in the middle of the handsome, there was a battle. That's right, after seeing this scene, Wang Ling thought of not thousands, nor hundreds of thousands, but only countless words that could describe it.

It's like two seas, which are setting off thousands of waves like they are impacting each other, and the huge waves on both sides are constantly beating together, shaking the world and the world. What's even more terrifying is that Wang Ling clearly saw that the eyes of these people were all glowing with different colors, red accounted for the majority, and then there were blue and cyan. Are these all ...... Geist?

Yes, that's right. The reason why it feels like a huge wave is because the people on both sides are constantly releasing different soul oracles, and from time to time on the battlefield, hundreds of square meters of ground are suspended in the air, and then fall heavily; there are thousands of kilometers away but you can still feel the scorching flames burning, but they do not conform to physics and spread along the ground like flowing water; there is a howling wind that keeps swirling, and finally forms a wind pillar as high as a giant pillar.

This can't be called a war of mankind at all, this is the destruction of the world, this is the end of the world, and it is a catastrophe! Wang Ling didn't know if the Battle of Troy and the Battle of the Titan were as grand as the legend said, but presumably even if Hades went to attack Mount Olympus, he would definitely not have such a big formation in front of him. The place where the two armies fought was like opening a gluttonous mouth, which was a rift in space, and one figure after another was shattered into it.

The black holes that modern people have exhausted their intellectual and financial resources, and have spent countless amounts of electrical energy and have not been able to create in the particle collider, have easily appeared here.

In this terrifying energy storm like the collapse of a red giant, the ether of the universe is as fragile as a petal, and countless people in the front row of the two sides of the battle are either sucked into it, or directly torn apart by the power of the soul oracle, turning into a bit of dust, and finally falling into a black hole, leaving only mass, proving that they once existed.

I don't know how this battlefield was formed, but in this unimaginable war, it received almost no damage. Even if the ground was crushed and held up by the soul oracle, it quickly returned to its original form. It is like an altar engraved with a magic circle, specially built for the twilight of the gods, and even the "bottomless" black hole in the center can only be confined to a space, unable to spread around.

Is he dreaming? Wang Ling only now remembered that he was not watching a movie, and subconsciously bit his finger, which hurt a little, "Isn't it a dream?"

But how did you get here? Even if you know about the existence of the geist yesterday, you can't jump directly from the novice village to the final battle today, where did the plot in the middle go?

"Why do humans always think that just feeling pain is real?" Suddenly, a voice sounded as old as a rag being torn apart.

Wang Ling turned his head to the side in horror, only to see a man in a black robe and a hood standing there quietly. No, it wasn't a robe, whether it was a hood or a robe, it was like countless black mist, writhing and shrouding the man's body.

He was facing the battlefield, Wang Ling couldn't see his face, but he could vaguely see that his eye sockets were also shining with a dazzling light, and it was unheard of white.

"Who are you?" Wang Ling stepped back a few steps, but this flat land was not much in the first place, and he had already reached the edge of the cliff before he took a few steps back. When did this guy run to his side? Cold sweat flowed down, this pillar was a hundred meters high, and there were no stairs to come up, did he fly up? Or did he actually... All the time?

The black-robed man measured his face slightly, and the ugly voice sounded again, "Do you think you're dreaming?"

As if he had the ability to hold his own thoughts, Wang Ling suddenly found that there was a voice in the depths of his head that kept giving orders to himself, "Answer him, answer him!"

At that moment, it seemed that another person had entered his thoughts, and Wang Ling said completely subconsciously, "Isn't this a dream?"

The black-robed man smiled gloomily and said again, "You humans are really interesting, and when you see something you can't accept, your first reaction is to run away, and you always wonder if you're a hallucination, if you're dreaming. It's as if it's real as long as you can feel the pain, it's really stupid. ”

However, in the dream, only the brain is active, and of course it does not hurt. Wang Ling argued.

"But, it hurts to bite your finger just now, isn't it, but you still won't believe it's true. The black-robed man said with a visibly shameful smile.

Wang Ling suddenly didn't know what to say. Yes, he had bitten his finger in the heartache just now, but he didn't have any idea of what he was seeing as real.

"Have you ever watched "Inception"?" Seeing that Wang Ling was silent, the black-robed man suddenly said this. Although he knew that it was a little out of place, and he was extremely frightened, Wang Ling still couldn't help complaining, this is also a little too off-line, this is simply Zeus took out his lightning rod and shouted 100,000 volts Okay.

The thoughts in his heart were chaotic, but his mouth was still open uncontrollably, "I've seen it, what's wrong." ”

"Have you ever wondered why Dom's spinning top knows he's in a dream as long as he keeps spinning? ”

"Because he once buried a subconscious in himself, that is, the spinning top in reality will fall. ”

"So, when have you ever buried one for yourself, as long as your finger hurts, it will be real, this subconscious?"

Wang Ling was stunned, since he woke up just now, whether it was this scene, the war that was still going on, or the sudden appearance of the old gang, it had not made him so frightened as he was now. Is this reality or a dream? Wang Ling was a little confused, when the method of pain sensation that had been tried and tested in novels and movies failed, how could he judge whether it looked, sounded or felt real, whether it was fucking real or fake?

"Humans often say that if you die in a hallucination, then the brain thinks that you are dead, and the end result is that every organ in the body is still alive, but the brain loses the active radio waves forever. So what would happen to you if you died now in this world that you thought was an illusion?"

Wang Ling, who was meditating with his head down, raised his head immediately when he heard this, but saw two white lights that were enough to penetrate his soul, he couldn't see whether it was an old face or not, and he could only vaguely distinguish the thick black mist around the light.

A huge force suddenly appeared on his neck, Wang Ling clearly felt that two fingers without any temperature and withered firmly pinched his neck, the feeling of lack of oxygen and blocked blood flow rushed to his brain at the same time, and he could even hear the crisp sound of his neck bone cracking a little bit.

"You're far from ready, and I'll be here waiting for you to witness this last battle. As soon as the old man's voice finished speaking, Wang Ling felt that his body was light, the top of the giant pillar and the black robe rapidly became smaller in his eyes, and the wind around his body became louder and louder.

Wang Ling reacted that he had been left behind, and he desperately wanted to struggle, but found that his limbs did not obey the call at all. Moreover, what is the use of struggling to fall from such a high place?

Time seemed to slow down, and Wang Ling saw a black hole not far away, above the path of his fall. The feeling is indescribable, it's not a really black hole, it's just that you can't see anything here at all. It's as if the pattern on the cornea is lost when it transmits signals to the visual cortex of the brain, and the image of this piece is missing. The so-called black hole is not black at all, but nothing.

In this slowed time, Wang Ling saw the flickering pupils on both sides, those molecules, atoms, and even protons that were changing their forms under the command of the soul oracle. He thinks for longer and longer, as if the original 0.2s machine signal is exponentially amplified, and there is never a chance for the next cycle.

The eyes are gradually getting darker, and the light around them has been robbed away by the black hole, and there is no chance of reflecting through the lens to the cornea. And then it gets darker and darker......

A burst of "Radar" music sounded, breaking the silence of the night. Reflexively pressed the home button, Wang Ling opened his sleepy eyes, looked at his watch, 7:40, it was the time he used to get up, last night asked Li Gan's company to also go to work at nine o'clock, he did not change the alarm clock.

Wait a minute!

Wang Ling jumped up from the bed with unprecedented agility, and Li Gan, who was still a little confused on the side, suddenly dropped his jaw, this kid hasn't woken up yet, is he so fierce, he still woke up after a sleep.

Seeing Wang Ling keep opening and closing his eyes, and biting his fingers several times, Li Gan couldn't help but want to go down and touch his head to see if he had a fever.

Wang Ling felt that his mind had become a mess, could it be a dream? But this was completely different from the previous dreams, although many of the plots of Wang Ling's novels in the past also originated from his dreams, but never had a dream as real as this time. So much so that Wang Ling came up with the idea that it was not a dream now and that bloody battlefield was a reality.

Who is that black-robed old man, and what does this dream portend? Wang Ling sat on the edge of the bed, smoking a cigarette with a headache. It took a long time for him to come back to his senses from the picture in his dream, what would the black-robed man mean when he said that he was not ready......