See that the glass ball inside has not changed.

Shen Xing breathed a sigh of relief.

Just now he was worried, will this thing suddenly dissipate after it is brought out?

It's possible, and who knows if there's a causal relationship? After all, the last wish of the soul on the stone pillar is mysterious, and it just wants to bring it back to the world.

Shen Xing reached out and took out the glass balls, holding them lightly in his hand, not feeling anything unusual about them, that is to say, these were ordinary glass balls.

What to do with these things?

Shen Xing thought about it, put them in the corner of the counter first, and then bury them in the soil when he was free one day, after all, this is the relic of that revenant, it is better to deal with them carefully.

Shen Xing felt that after coming out of the illusion this time, the energy in his body seemed to have increased a lot, especially after reaching out and touching the stone pillar to help it fulfill its last wish, that kind of energy seemed to be rewarded, and when he came out of the illusion, his head was no longer dizzy.

Perhaps, this is the reward, the indescribable reward.

He washed and slept.

Soon a dream was born.

……

In the dream,

Walk on the empty street by yourself.

The dream was in black, white, and grayscale, with nothing colorless, much like when I first entered the illusion, and there was a bloody night overhead.

Suddenly, I saw a speeding carriage.

The carriage was moving away from me.

A woman's hand suddenly stretched out from the back compartment of the carriage.

She called out to me through the curtains, "Help me, save me, save me......"

It was the woman's voice!

It's the voice of the woman who gave me the note in the bar on Earth!

I instinctively ran towards her, trying to catch up with the carriage.

Unfortunately, the carriage disappeared into the fog.

I quickly gathered my feet and looked under my feet.

At the end of the street is a cliff, and below the cliff is an abyss.

I stared into the abyss.

The abyss is watching me, too.

Suddenly I thought of the toilet in the bathroom.

It may be that there is an urgency to urinate.

……

Shen Xing woke up all of a sudden.

I think it's incredible, how could I have such a dream? Could it be that this dream has any special meaning?

He was dazed and wanted to go back to sleep, when he suddenly heard a knock on the door downstairs.

It's so late, how can there be guests?

In a daze, he went down and opened the door.

There was no one outside the door.

So who was knocking on the door just now?

He went out and took a look.

Stand on the street.

Strange, the whole street was empty.

Looking up, I saw that the whole world was in black, white and grayscale, and there was a bloody night overhead.

Look at the clothes on your body, they are the clothes you usually go out of, not pajamas.

I understand, it's still a dream, and it's a dream within a dream, just woke up from the second dream, and now it's still in the first dream.

Since you're still dreaming, let's just take a stroll.

Shen Xing walked forward casually.

Sure enough, in a dream, this street is not the street of St. Anthony's Cathedral Square.

All sorts of strange people began to appear all around.

There are Chinese, Westerners, Indians, Nanyangs, Orientals, blacks, and all kinds of people who can't name names. They look like a hodgepodge of history, with pirates of the Caribbean, medieval soldiers, cowboys from the West, merchants from the Ming Dynasty, samurai from the shogunate era, courtesans in Tang costumes, office workers in suits and leather shoes, and beggars in rags...... Some of them seemed to be floating and walking.

How could I dream of such a ghost place?

Shen Xing stopped.

You can't go any further.

Further on, the road collapses, and there is the abyss.

There was a thick fog in the abyss, and the fog twisted and deformed like a wave.

Through the fog, it seems that you can see the hazy scenery in the distance on the opposite bank.

It seems that there is also a street on the other side, there is a huge archway, and the plaque reads "Wufu Street" three big characters.

How did you appear in your dreams on Wufu Street?

It's weird, what does this mean in particular?

Shen Xing had no choice but to walk back.

A few young people were seen playing soccer in the dark.

The light was dim and they kicked the ball around.

The ball cried out heartbreakingly, "Let me go, let me go, please let me go." ”

The voice was somewhat familiar.

Shen Xing remembered that it was Zhao Sibao's head.

They didn't kick the ball, they kicked Zhao Sibao's head.

Shen Xing hurried forward, trying to figure out what was going on.

When several young people saw Shen Xingxing rushing over, they kicked the "ball" towards him, probably hoping that he could join the game, catch the "ball" quickly, and then kick the ball back.

Shen Xing failed to catch the "ball".

He hurriedly turned around and chased after him.

It's too late.

The "ball" had already rolled off that cliff and into the abyss.

How so?

He walked to the edge of the cliff and looked down into the abyss.

The abyss is unfathomable and covered in mist, so you can't see the "ball".

It seems that Zhao Sibao's miserable and terrifying cry for help can be heard, "Help me, save me, save me......"

Shen Xing turned around.

Seeing that the young men were already walking back, they were already dejected.

The walking posture showed that they were very frustrated and annoyed, and it was already very good not to blame Shen Xing for not catching the "ball". It means that you can't blame them, you can only blame yourself for not catching them, and if you catch them, you can continue to play happily.

Shen Xing felt that this dream was starting to be a little scary.

He kept walking, hoping to come across something that would wake him up all at once.

Suddenly, the whole street began to become colorful and colorful, and you could clearly feel that this street was the kind of commercial buildings in the late industrial revolution, and the street was flanked by high-rise buildings lined with steel and concrete.

It's an abandoned shopping street, with a bit of New York's Fifth Avenue feel, and it's all dark and lifeless high-rise behemoths except for the buildings on the ground floor. Looking up, the sky of the bloody night is very cramped.

Walking forward slowly, where the lantern was hanging, a beautiful ancient Chinese woman forcibly pulled him.

"Guest officer, come in and sit down, come, come, the girls are waiting a little anxious."

"No, no."

Shen Xing slapped her hand away with his hand.

Only a few steps.

Someone on the other side of the street came and dragged it.

She was a rural woman of Irish descent in the eighteenth-century American West, dressed in the low-cut lady-in-waiting dress of the city, and she was very strong and full, with powerful limbs, and a fox smell and a strong smell of perfume.

It's really strange, how can you smell in a dream?

Shen Xing sniffed again, it was indeed the smell of fox odor and perfume.

Desperately pulled by her.

Shen Xing hurriedly shouted: "What are you doing, you can't rob the people, hey." ”

This foreign woman's strength is really great, but she doesn't seem to be able to drag Shen Xing.

She simply reached out and forcibly picked him up by the waist, so that he could leave one foot off the ground first.

"Hey, put me down, it can't be like this."

She carried Shen Xing in her arms and moved in the direction of the bar, like a gasoline can.

Immediately another woman came to help.

The two of them carried Shen Xing and forced him into the bar.

It was too noisy, and too crowded, dark and dark, with all kinds of disgusting smells mixed together, including cigarettes, perfumes, spirits, sweat, foxes, shoes, and even disgusting corpses.

As soon as Shen Xing landed, he almost bumped into the person who was dancing.

They held wine bottles in their hands, shook their heads, desperately cheered for the Yanji on the stage, and swayed their bodies wildly underneath, and had already entered a state of extreme madness and indulgence.

What the hell is this? Why do you dream of such a thing.

Suddenly, he saw a pair of cold eyes watching him in the crowd.

It's him! It was in St. Ann's College, in the fake Mrs. Winston incident, that middle-aged man, George.

Shen Xing had only heard the head of the guard call him George from afar, and he didn't know his full name.

I wondered, why did such an inconspicuous and unknown person appear in my dreams?

Someone caressed the back of his neck with his fingers behind him, and the fingers were very cold.

He quickly turned around to look.

I found out that it was a Western girl with heavy makeup.

The lights are too dazzling to see her real appearance, she should be a very beautiful young woman, but her face is too thick and looks a little scary.

She reached out again and tried to caress Shen Xing's face, wanting to tease him.

Shen Xing hurriedly tilted his head back to prevent her from touching it, just in time to look down and admire her figure.

It's so hot!

This is a very strong and very sexy Western girl, red high heels, a set of black leather armor* and a short leather skirt that can't be shorter to wrap her body perfectly.

Shen Xing tried his best to avoid her.

Her hand still touched Shen Xing's chin.

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