It was dark, the eyelids were unusually heavy, and I couldn't fully open my eyes to see the surroundings even with all my strength.

As if he was in the center of the flames, Wu Yu felt a little thirsty, and the skin on his body felt a burning pain from time to time.

Struggling to squint, he was sitting beside a dimly lit stone door, carved with unknown words that exuded an ominous meaning and a stiffening coercion from the inside out.

"It's really not easy, it cost a lot of money to contact you."

A muffled voice with a strange emphasis came from the swirling darkness inside the stone door.

Guest?

As Wu Yu floated the word, at some point, a yellowed and old parchment floated in front of Wu Yu.

In the lower right corner of the parchment, on the word "Kureha" neatly written in block letters, a small black flame is glued to it.

Each time the firelight jumped, Wu Yu's experience was scorched from the depths of his heart to his whole body.

"It seems that the guest is a little forgetful, have you been satisfied with the way home these days?"

- Forgot to go to the Trafford Buyers Club to fulfill the promise to catch bugs on time!

Hearing the "familiar" title of "guest" again, Wu Yu instantly reacted, he had agreed that as a price for returning from the world of fiction at any time, he promised to continue to help the world where the club was located to catch the bugs formed by typos in the text.

But there have been too many things in the past few days, and yesterday I was in a hurry to go to the witch world for an appointment, so I forgot about this stubble.

"When did the club, which is known for its versatile and patient service, be in such a hurry, and besides, I remember that according to the contract, it doesn't mean every day, right?"

Whenever and wherever the hope is pinned on a pact to talk about the devil's pact with such an all-powerful trading club, I am afraid that only the most naïve people will do so.

While questioning the intention of the club, Wu Yu began to look for the door of light to the real world in his mind, no matter what, the power of the Trafford club is logically limited to the world of words, at this time, it is right to return to the way of thinking, and then break into the theory.

"Reality... Reality? Reality!? ”

Not surprisingly, there is a portal to another world in mind, but ......

What was linked to Wu Yu's soul was the three paths of light, not the usual path when he returned. Slightly immersed in the perception, it is obvious that the thickest passage points to the world of "Let Go of That Witch", an extremely faint intermittent passage has been playing the plot of Xiao Wu in "Literary Times", and the most striking is the world of the Trafford Buyers Club, which is half covered by the black flame upstream.

He was not pulled into the world of fiction as he imagined. Is this what is happening in reality?

"Yo, the guest seems to have found out, didn't I say, you really spent a lot of money to contact the guest. You really haven't defaulted, though, and you can rest assured. ”

Speaking of which, in the face of the inescapable, usually human beings have two extreme reactions, continue to run away and give up resistance, and calmly start to go crazy.

For a bookworm who has been hit by reality from time to time all year round, it's just a creditor coming to the door, and it's really not a big deal.

Giving up the idea of escaping from this strange world, Wu Yu reached out to remove the parchment scroll floating in the air, and touched the black fire that was burning his name with great interest.

"Shhh...... It hurts a little. Tugging at the corners of his mouth, "So, since there is no breach of contract, then what are you here for?" ”

Hearing this, Wu Yu is a little strange, you know, even if you don't need the mysterious existence inside the door, think about it, you can know that it is definitely much more difficult to reverse connect from the world of words to him in reality than to read books and immerse himself in the world of novels.

Looking intently, the dark shadow behind the door vaguely resembled an old man wearing a Taoist robe but with a hairstyle that killed Matt.

"Recently, the world has been a bit distorted and discordant, although the contract that was made in the beginning is not fair to your workload......"

The imposing voice full of mystery froze.

"But on the contract paper, your name burns, indicating that you have forgotten the covenant and have received a warning from the ancients. Even if you are a mending messenger in various worlds, the contract must be obeyed. ”

Different from the mysterious and menacing tone at the beginning, as Wu Yu calmed down and looked at the scene a little bit, the voice of the black shadow behind the door seemed to be an endorsement, and the speed of speech became faster and faster, and it became more and more powerful.

"If you make amends, the contract itself and the flame of your real name should be enough."

Faintly, wisps of black flame began to imperceptibly move towards the world of Trafford Buyers Club.

Stroking the outline of the familiar stone gate, a flash of realization flashed in Wu Yu's heart.

He smiled slightly, "Although it is certainly my fault that I forgot to help catch insects. But if you bluff into someone else's dream, do you want to leave some gifts before leaving? You still like to do it. ”

Rolling up the parchment paper in his hand, the slight tingling that he had become accustomed to made Wu Yu's thoughts clearer.

Instead of trying to open his eyes and see the world clearly, Wu Yu closed his eyes that had been slightly open and peeled all the perceptions of the entire scene out of his mind.

The environment, which had become more and more specific with Wu Yu's actions and words, suddenly turned into a gray-white stagnant picture, and then turned into dust and collapsed as if thousands of years had passed in an instant, and a small cloud of black fire that seemed to be able to devour people's souls that had no time to leave drifted in the collapsed world in confusion.

…………

The dazzling midday sunlight shone through the window on Wu Yu's frowning face, gilded with a layer of golden light, and as the brows gradually relaxed, a shallow smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Wu Yu, who woke up from the dream, straightened his upper body and leaned against the side of the bed, pressing his left chest, and the place where there should have been a sheepskin contract was empty.

"It seems that matter can't appear for the time being, so what about this?"

Stretching out his index finger, a black flame like a phantom swayed slightly. There was no temperature at all, and even if it touched the hanging curtain, it only produced a shaking of the reflection in the water when it was touched, and then it did not change at all.

“……”

Strange to say, after the collapse of the dream world, this wisp of flame that I don't know whether it fell intentionally or unintentionally was integrated into Wu Yu's body, as if it was innate, and it could be burned in various parts of the skin with Wu Yu's mind.

However, no matter how Kureha tries, it seems that it is just a decorative existence, with neither any consumption nor any influence on things.

"Speaking of which, why is my ability a three-no product that has no system and grandpa to explain?"

Wu Yu, who has always been insensitive to Xiao Baiwen, who has always thrown most of the pots with various settings to the system and the old grandfather, suddenly envied those masters who had novice navigation.

"Ding~"

The sound of the dormitory electronic door verification sounded~