Zhang Wei woke up from the dream again, and his situation was still exactly the same as the last time he woke up, the only difference was Zhang Wei's mood.

Resurrected from the dead twice, he couldn't distinguish between dreams and reality, and what he couldn't understand was why he couldn't die, was it a dream within a dream? Why are dreams so real, as if they were my own experience?

Compared with these mysteries, what made Zhang Wei even more decadent was the experience of the last dream: "How can you win with Kuai Shao by yourself?" Even if he is lucky enough to win Kuai Shao, I don't know how many bullying families are waiting for him in the future, can he live with money in this troubled world? The answer is no, in this troubled world, there is no strength and even your brother and lover can't protect you, how can you get a foothold? Crossing dramas are all deceptions, why can others travel back and everything can go smoothly, but I am restricted everywhere? ”

Zhang Wei's mood was extremely low, and he only felt that he was a grain of sand in the tide of troubled times, no matter whether it existed or not, he could not change the direction of the tide, and he could not even make a ripple.

At this time, the door opened, and the one-eyed old man brought the food, and still said, "Let's eat!" ”

Where is Zhang Wei still in the mood to eat, sitting on the side dejectedly, the old man stared at Zhang Wei for a while, silently packed up the food and left. Zhang Wei quietly looked at the leaky roof, only to feel that all thoughts were lost, and he didn't even think about running away.

I don't know how long it took, but a noise broke the silence of the night. I heard a girl crying and pleading, and several men shouting loudly.

Zhang Wei didn't want to get up, but the girl's pitiful cry touched the weakest part of his heart. So Zhang Wei moved and put his head on the firewood door. I only vaguely heard the girl say, "My father and brother are not Yellow Turban thieves,... Let them go! ”

One of the men snorted coldly: "Whether it is the Yellow Turban Thief Party or not, it doesn't matter if you say it, it depends on the adult's decision." ”

The girl cried: "I beg the eldest brothers to raise their noble hands and let my father and my brother go, so that our family can't cut off the incense!" The little woman is willing to be a cow and a horse to repay your great kindness! ”

A few men laughed lewdly: "It's not necessary to be a cow or a horse, as long as you are the wife of our brothers tonight, and you are comfortable serving the masters, you can naturally consider whether to raise your noble hand, haha!" Then the girl's struggle and crying were heard, and the men laughed even more.

A few men dragged the girl straight to the firewood room, and the girl was the opponent of those men, so she could only cry silently, and she couldn't even say a word of begging for mercy, followed by the sound of tearing clothes.

The voice stopped abruptly, and a man said: "Don't worry, let's sort by age, the older grades come first, anyway, the night is long, everyone has a share!" ”

The others were obviously a little dissatisfied, but it seemed that the person who spoke was in a higher position, and no one dared to disobey, and began to calculate the age order in a low voice. The older ones were elated, and the younger ones beat their chests, just eager to jump out of their mother's womb for a few months.

The more Zhang Wei listened, the more angry he became: "What kind of master is there really a kind of dog slave, and such a thing that loses his conscience can be done, what is the difference with **?" Even if I die today, I won't let you succeed! ”

Thinking of this, Zhang Wei suddenly shouted, slammed open the firewood door, and pounced on the family who was about to turn his back to the firewood house. Unfortunately, his hands and feet were tied, and he fell to the ground only halfway through.

A few family members didn't expect someone in the firewood room to be startled, and the family with their backs to the door of the firewood room was even more frightened and spread directly on the ground. But when these people saw Zhang Wei being tied up like a zongzi, they immediately had the courage to go up and rushed over with punches and kicks.

The girl curled up to the side in disheveled clothes and cried, thinking of Zhang Wei's righteous act, she looked at it with gratitude and concern.

Zhang Wei was greeted with dozens of feet all over his body, although he didn't reach the vital point, but he was also in pain. But he knew in his heart: once he gave up, then this girl would suffer tonight, and since his life was insignificant to the world, it was better to exchange for the continuation of a pure life.

Zhang Wei was determined to redeem the girl with his life, so he didn't say a word. He just secretly found the right moment and bit the kick hard - the tooth was the only weapon he had left unrestrained at the moment - and the pain made the man scream.

The others were annoyed and angry, and kicked even harder, but no matter how they tortured Zhang Wei, the latter just didn't let go.

At this time, Zhang Wei thought: "Although I can't change this troubled world, I must at least change the fate of this girl a little!" "A family member angrily pulled out a steel knife and slashed at Zhang Wei's head and neck, blood splattered... The corners of Zhang Wei's mouth showed a hint of a smile, and at that moment, he seemed to have found his value.

When Zhang Wei woke up in the firewood room again, his spirit was almost broken: "Is this hell, constantly resurrecting me and making me desperate?" What kind of cruel torture is this? Why did I fall into such a space? Zhang Wei thought again: "No, there must be a way to crack it." The beginning of these dreams is the same, but the process is different, so what happens if I change the beginning? ”

At this time, the one-eyed old man Ding came to deliver the meal again, and he still said: "Let's eat!" Zhang Wei was unusual, buried his head and began to eat, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration, sat up, and looked directly into the one-eyed eyes of his old man. Lao Ding also still looked at Zhang Wei, and after a while, both sides laughed at the same time.

Lao Ding asked, "How did you find out that I was a flaw in this bureau?" ”

Zhang Wei smiled: "This is not a good place to talk!" ”

The old man Ding smiled, waved his hand lightly, the two were already sitting in a lobby, Zhang Wei was wearing a brocade dress, his hands and feet had already been loosened, and there was fragrant tea on the coffee table. Lao Ding was dressed as an ordinary person, sitting opposite, still one-eyed, and said: "Now you are satisfied, you can say it!" ”

Zhang Wei arched his hand and said, "First of all, if this is not a dream, I am really dead, and those things that have happened have actually happened, then the person who changes all this will definitely be able to reverse time." But there will be no such person, because if anyone really had such ability, the whole world would have been in chaos a long time ago, and there is no need to waste such ability on me. The only thing that can reverse time is in a dream, so everything is a dream you created, and I myself may be lying comfortably in my bed at the moment. Secondly, only the beginning of several dreams is the same, which means that you need to go through this beginning to open the whole layout. As for why I found out that you were flawed, because every time you started you would say the same thing to me, I always thought it was a meal, but now that I think about it, this sentence is complete nonsense, the meal is ready, do you need to say more? You're talking about the beginning, not the beginning, and you're deliberately confusing the pronunciation to mislead me, right? ”

The one-eyed old man laughed and said, "It seems that you really have some qualifications, so it's not in vain for me to come to see you." You are in both a dream and not a dream, but a dream trial. The so-called dream trial is the dream world created by the caster, and the recipient continues to mature and improve himself through the experience in the dream world. Although it can also be experienced in reality, some experiences can only be experienced by those who have escaped death, and this trial can just let people experience all kinds of extreme environments in the world. In the dream trial, even if you spend your whole life in a dream, the reality is only a few hours. Take you as an example, before you dreamed, you just thought about marrying a wife and having children for the rest of your life, do you still think so? ”

Zhang Wei said ashamedly: "The previous idea was really naïve, but now I also deeply understand the meaning of the saying that people must have near-term worries without foresight." But why did the old gentleman choose me to do the dream trial? ”

The one-eyed old man said: "Everything in the world has its cause and effect, since you can come here, you must have your mission!" Zhang Wei only felt that this old man was mysterious, not only could he create magical dream trials, but he also seemed to have the ability to predict the future.

Zhang Wei said respectfully: "What the old gentleman said is very true, but I don't know what my mission is, I don't belong here, I'm afraid that I will change history and cause chaos!" ”

The one-eyed old man said mysteriously: "You just need to remember that today is not your yesterday, and tomorrow is not your today!" This "Jiudan Golden Liquid Sutra" is given to those who are destined, I hope you will study more in your dreams and complete your mission as soon as possible! After saying that, he threw a booklet over.

Zhang Wei thanked him and said, "Didn't ask the immortal number? The one-eyed old man said, "I'm not a monk, call me Zuo Ciben." ”

Zhang Weizheng was stunned, Zuo Ci's body shook, turned into a white crane and flew with wings, but his voice echoed in Zhang Wei's heart: "You are wrong about one thing, although this is a dream trial, but what you have experienced in a dream is not necessarily just a dream, how to think about it in the future!" Then he flew farther and farther away and disappeared from view.

Zhang Wei watched Zuo Ci gradually disappear, with indescribable admiration and envy in his heart, but he always felt as if he had something to ask, but he couldn't remember it for a while. It wasn't until Zuo Ci left that he was shocked: I wiped it, and I haven't told me how to leave the dream! Is it only when you die that you can wake up? There's nothing here, how can I die?