Landlord: yuejulie

20197Lv 9 Time:2019-07-01 21:27:33 (The most amazing thing about this dream,It's the time of recording.,The original post can be found on the Tianya Forum.,It can't be modified.,Repost it here as it is)

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The crowd in front of me was black and oppressive, I couldn't see the edge at a glance, I tried to say something hoarsely, and there was no reaction in the crowd, I pulled out my gun and shot into the sky: "bang", fireworks scattered all over the sky, a few people raised their heads, looked at it, and returned to indifference, all around were white eyes, oh my God, this is a zombie, I finally found out, how terrifying, it turned out that I had fallen into a zombie.

I didn't dare to make any more moves, so I wandered aimlessly with the pace of the brigade, occasionally meeting familiar faces, silently. My gaze gradually became dull, and the zombies walked through the scenes of life, a few crows flew in the sky, and the zombies raised their heads in unison, watching intently. My eyes wandered, and occasionally met another wandering gaze, and the two sides smiled like a sharp smile, and I squeezed over, touched my shoulder, and whispered: Are you still awake?

I don't know.

Where are we going now?

Tower of Babel.

I could not be allowed to ask questions, and the fierce aura on both sides pressed over, and my heart beat beyond the rhythm, and at this moment, under the black cloud like a cloud, shadows swept over the land, and countless crows flew down like night.

Suddenly, an endless black tower appeared in the middle of heaven and earth, the crowd was restless, as if they had suddenly woken up, rubbing shoulders one after another, and began to climb, and some rose in the wind, and people kept falling, and the scene was chaotic.

The crows continue to merge into the Black Tower, standing tall in the sky.

Someone next to him muttered: This tower will soon disappear.

It seemed impossible, such a large and sturdy tower, made up of the black shadow of a crow, but as the night came, the outline of the black tower gradually disappeared, and finally disappeared into the boundless night.

I asked the sober one: Is the tower still there?

The crows are still there.

There was a sound of crows around me, and I suddenly felt a sense of annoyance, and a voice was telling me: Hurry up, hurry up, it's too late.

I tried my best to squeeze in front of me, almost suffocating.

Someone whispered in his ear: There are nine towers in total, and no one can climb up unless they can find the white tower.

The white tower, with a soaring white light in the distance, was thrown by the crowd like moths.

I looked at the Pole of Heaven in the distance, and the light of hope was born in my heart, but my body was motionless, like a nightmare.

They're all crazy and want to climb the pillar of light!

There is a lot of talking.

There seemed to be someone in the pillar of light who turned into a rainbow and left, causing bursts of exclamations.

Oh my God, Jesus, Lord, Amitabha! Damn!

It was noisy, and everyone shook their heads and tongues.

The Golden Tower is the real road to heaven, there are elevators inside, and you only need to press a button.

No, there is a tower of ascension in people's hearts.

We can build a tower of Babel ourselves, as long as we work together, roll up our sleeves and work hard.

Someone said with certainty: as soon as the day dawns, we will become zombies again. We must climb out of here, this world is already dirty, and we must each find the Tower of Faith.

Yes, there is already a faint smell of rotting corpses, and the night covers everything.

Let's go find the Tower of Gold.

Let's go find the Tower of Nothingness.

Let's go find the Spirit Tower.

Let's go find the Grey Tower.

Let's go find the ladder.

Let's go build the tower.

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We stumbled backwards.

Where is the Tower of Gold? It was a tower of gravel, less solid than this crow tower. There are constantly people who can't suppress their despair and turn to the light.

The rest groped into the darker and darker.

The looming shadow of the tower ahead, the lost crowd everywhere.

The lucky one started the journey to the Tower of Babel.

There was a bright color on the horizon, and it was the light of dawn.

We stared at the white belly of the fish in the sky.

Will you become a zombie again?