The whole world is weathered.

It is like a dandelion blown by a strong wind, peeling off from its mother body piece by piece, and drifting with the wind to the aimless sky.

The ground beneath Zhuo Xuan's feet became very thin, and the strong wind swept away the dust, revealing a transparent color like ice and snow. He lowered his head and could clearly see the other world underground. Zhuo Xuan knew that when this world completely withered, he would fall into the next world.

Countless strands of black hair were spreading wildly, condensing into a jungle, striking the earth from below again and again, trying to break through the transparent barrier. He could also see the densest strands of black hair, a white, huge face, just like what he had seen outside the window that night.

It narrowed its eyes, grinned at the corners of its mouth that grew in its ears, and squeezed out a mocking smile at Zhuo Xuan.

Zhuo Xuan did not hesitate to start running.

Everything behind him turned gray, and then, as if the snow was melting in the sun's rays, the buildings began to melt into puddles of water, and the pavement collapsed.

Because the loud sound of these changes is like the city wailing, but at this moment, no one can stop its end.

Door.

Find a door to get out of here.

Zhuo Xuan's eyes turned red, and the power of the strange thing stirred in his sockets, causing him to feel a swelling pain.

In my head, thoughts are surging like a tidal wave.

This time, Zhuo Xuan could no longer rely on tricks, and he could not pin his hopes on Zhou Xueqiu. In the whole world, only his own body actually exists, and only the desire for life in his heart is truly burning.

Only by relying on oneself can one really live.

"Whew, Whew, Whew......"

Heavy wheezing sounded incessantly, and the lobes of the lungs stretched out like worn bellows. The soles of his feet kept soaring and falling, and the whole person was almost crazy, and his ears were roaring like the noise of a factory engine.

Certain......

Gotta Live!

Only by living can we meet the people we meet, and only then can we fulfill our wishes in the future!

But...... How do you find that door?

Just when Zhuo Xuan's mind was in chaos, the road in front of him suddenly became familiar—the tree, the corner, and the school with the sign of Tinglin No. 2 Middle School.

Door......

Suddenly, a conjecture rushed into Zhuo Xuan's head, and his emotions became excited, as if after the catastrophe, the world behind him became silent, only his steps were real and firm!

Tinglin University!

It must be at Tinglin University!

He was ecstatic, his mind drifting back to that dark night.

Obviously, if you are unconsciously caught in this layer of dreams, you can only escape by the same way. But where do dreams begin?

Where exactly is the starting point?

In that dark and cold night, when were the sluggish roommates and the lit mobile phones pulled into the beast's strange domain?

No matter what layer of dreams, Zhuo Xuan's identity is constantly changing, sometimes he is the living hidden among the many dead, and sometimes he enters Liu Yuxiao's identity...... But only one thing has never changed!

"Evil Soul 05"!

The name of this TV series is the best hint, and it has always been as real as itself.

This is the mystery of the mission, and this is the only way to escape!

The more he thought about it, the more Zhuo Xuan was convinced of the conjecture.

His emotions became high, and he ran wildly, the soles of his feet as if they were stepping on the flowing wind. The outline of the university town appeared before his eyes, and his heart trembled even more.

In his chest, there seemed to be a fire burning violently, making his heart beat wildly, like a prophecy before the explosion. His sore legs seemed to no longer obey the command, and he stepped into Tinglin University.

Behind Zhuo Xuan, the speed of the world's collapse suddenly accelerated. He climbed the ladder with difficulty. Above the hallway, the lights flicker on and off, like a haunted corridor in a horror movie.

Zhuo Xuan put his fate on the table where he gambled against the beast, and the price went without saying. His temples were pounding, and something seemed to burst out of his body.

"Boom! Boom! ”

With a few loud bangs, the door burst open.

Zhuo Xuan retracted his swollen right leg and came to the bedroom that felt familiar to him.

On the long table full of books and miscellaneous items, the mobile phone he had used for several years stood quietly, the screen was still on, and on the screen, Zhuo Xuan came to the bedroom with a blank face.

Zhuo Xuan picked him up in a daze, and looked at himself in the picture making the same action, as if there were several hidden cameras filming him, absurd and terrifying.

Now, what to do?

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang, and the firefighting equipment in the hallway shattered into pieces. The world has never stopped collapsing, and at this moment, it has swept away where Zhuo Xuan is.

Even if Zhuo Xuan wants to change his mind or regret it, it is too late.

Zhuo Xuan's face was confused, he pinched his mobile phone, his expression was sad, the imaginary changes had not happened, he was still in this world, everything was quietly collapsing.

Failed.

Probably going to die......

Nothing has changed, nothing has been responded, it's like walking down the wrong path. At the end of the road, there is a high wall called death, which makes him more aware of the cold reality.

He held his phone, looked dull, and stood quietly in place.

The walls quietly turned to ashes, peeling away little by little, the floor, the familiar table, that invisible force finally swallowed the youth standing in the center of the room.

Zhuo Xuan gasped, his face gloomy, like a drowning man. He slowly raised his head, not looking at the body that had begun to decompose, there was no pain, just a little trance. In an instant, those familiar faces appeared in his heart, surging like a tide, marking a time that would never be returned.

Zhou Xueqiu, I'm sorry, I'm dragging my feet again.

Father and mother......

And, Wan Hongyu.

Zhuo Xuan felt as if he was back to that night, the girl next to him quietly told the past experience, and those words were chaotic and ambiguous. It's just that, suddenly, everything disappeared again, and in the silent cold night, there was only his lonely figure.

He suddenly regretted not hugging her, and regretted not seriously feeling the temperature of her body.

It's just that it's too late.

It's cold.

Zhuo Xuan's head began to disintegrate, turning into fine ashes, fluttering into the sky, along with the dilapidated building.

The whole world collapsed, and the solid ice completely shattered, merging into another world. Beneath the ground, the pale face was smiling miserably, as if it had been pricked into a honeycomb by a needle, and black blood gushed out.

The black hair danced wildly, dissipating as Zhuo Xuan's body decomposed.