Jiang Hua likes to dream, and the experience in his dreams is strange and bizarre, and dreaming is like a stimulant for his ordinary life. Maybe it's because I'm too addicted to online novels.,I don't see eyelids fighting every night and don't put my phone down.。 In his dreams, he experienced all kinds of strange and fascinating things, and he couldn't stop it. Jiang Hua also hates dreaming, since high school he dreams as soon as he sleeps, even if he lies on the table and squints for a while during recess, he will dream after less than ten minutes of sleep. This made him often in a trance during the day, and his body also caused him to be thinner than ordinary people.

barely graduated from high school, was admitted to a third-rate university, and studied e-commerce. After graduating, I didn't find a suitable job, and temporarily sold second-hand houses in a real estate agency. What makes Jiang Hua most depressed is that even scientific research has shown that people who recall the content of a dream within 5 minutes after waking up from a dream will remember the dream for a long time. But Jiang Hua can't, as long as he wakes up, he will immediately forget what happened in his dream, and he only has a vague impression that he has been experiencing the lives of these characters as incarnate various characters, and it seems that he often fights. I always felt that the dream just now was very magical, very attractive to him, and made him want to enter the dream to feel. It won't be a stagnant pool like his life. For this reason, Jiang Hua often sleeps at home on vacation, wanting to spend more time in his sleep. As a result, what makes him even more depressed is that he will not dream if he is forced to fall asleep! Many people have this kind of experience, when they wake up in the morning and see that the alarm clock is still early, or they have nothing to do today and continue to sleep, and the dream they just had will continue or they will have other dreams. But Jiang Hua won't, his biological clock is very accurate, although he will indulge in reading novels before going to bed every day, but he has deliberately experimented with it, as long as it is almost 12 o'clock in the morning, he will immediately fall asleep with sleepiness. When you wake up in the morning, you won't dream even if you force yourself to fall asleep. You won't dream when you take sleeping pills. To put it simply, only natural sleep will make him wake up with the kind of dream that makes his heart throb.

"Knock ~ Long, Knock ~ Long" With a sound that seemed to be thunder, a thin man huddled in a grass nest was awakened by the tremor of the earth. He stood up half-straight with his hands on the ground, and took a rough look around with his still somewhat hazy eyes. Suddenly, his pupils contracted rapidly, and he looked at the large puff of smoke and dust rising not far away. The figure in the smoke and dust gradually grew larger in his eyes, and the sharp sharp horns above his head flickered with a cold light in the shaking, as if they were about to pierce into his eyes. ",!" Before he had time to think about it, the man suddenly slammed his hands hard, and a piercing pain came from the palm of his right hand.

Holding back the pain, he quickly stood up and quickly ran towards the thorn bush he had just seen not far from the right. He had just taken two steps before he tripped over a clump of dry grassroots. The struggling and stumbling figure almost half-crawled into the thorn bush, struggling through the thorn bush, until looking back at the thorns behind him completely obscured his vision, the man cautiously curled down and squatted in the gap between the two thorns to hold his breath, and turned his head slightly to the side to listen carefully to the movement outside. The sound of "dong ~ boom" faded away until the surroundings were completely quiet. "Plop", the man sat on the ground, and with the sound of rapid breathing slowly slowed down, the man's tense nerves relaxed slightly. As the spirit relaxed, there were bursts of tingling pain all over the body, especially the pain in the palm of the right hand. The man raised his right hand and looked, blood seeping through the dirt and weeds from the wound. "Sting", the man tore off a strip of cloth that looked clean from the hem of his clothes that had been cut into strips, bit one end with his teeth, and dragged the other end with his left hand and wrapped his right hand indiscriminately. "Whew~~", let out a sigh, the man looked up at the sky, and it was gray.

"Where is this? I'm dreaming again? No! It's not a dream! I'm myself, I'm Jiang Hua! I'm not ~~." The man was Jiang Hua, yes! The man who was beaten to the point of not knowing life or death.

Jiang Hua clearly remembered that he had a party with a group of colleagues after work, and drank a few more bottles of beer because many things had not gone well recently. The place where he drank was not far from the urban village where he rented, so he excused himself from being accompanied by his colleagues and went home alone. When passing by a small alley, I heard a woman's cry for help from inside, and Jiang Hua would not be nosy if he was the usual. It's not that he doesn't want to manage, it's that he doesn't have a bile duct and doesn't have the ability to manage. He is righteous and kind in his heart, but he is more cowardly, and usually helps his grandmother to cross the road or give up a seat on the bus. I don't even dare to take pictures and post them on the Internet when I see the injustices I see in reality, I am afraid of affecting myself, at most half a keyboard warrior, building a building behind others, and being an unqualified troll. Maybe it was because he drank too much wine that night, and the wine was bold, and there was still a trace of blood in his bones that was stimulated by a woman's cry for help. Then, there is the opening scene. Jiang Hua, who had the only bloody outburst, was beaten by a random stick and didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

"Am I dead? Isn't it only a soul when a person dies? And I have a body, and I bleed, and I suffer. Why am I here?Where is this?" Jiang Hua thought and his temples ached. "Forget it, no matter, I'm still alive. Jiang Hua, who temporarily put aside distracting thoughts, lay on the ground, tried hard to avoid the thorns of thorns, and slowly crawled out of the thorn bushes. Standing up straight, Jiang Hua had the strength to take a closer look at this strange place. The sky was still gray and low, the ground looked like the Gobi Desert seen on TV, with a mass of dry grass roots dotted everywhere, behind him was a small thorn bush, and a large area of green under the continuous high mountains in the distance came into view. "No, no, no!" Looking at the mountains in the distance, Jiang Hua's face was ugly. I think back to the thrilling scene when I woke up just now.

"This is not the Earth! There is no Earth with such a large area of mountains that are red. Moreover, it was not a herd of bison just now, and there is no bison on earth that is that large. But it's a cow, except it's about the size of an elephant. Jiang Hua, who was thinking wildly, was furious for a while, "Could it be that I have crossed over, and the passages that are about to be used up in online novels have really been encountered by me?" Jiang Hua secretly thought in his heart, and there was a trace of unspeakable joy in his heart. "The protagonists in the online novel are very NB after crossing, cultivating immortals and becoming gods, worshipping the marquis, and having a group of wives and concubines, am I okay too, hehe. ”

A tingling pain in his right hand interrupted Jiang Hua's thoughts. He looked down at his body covered with tiny blood marks, and moved his slightly numb right hand. "Whether it has crossed over remains to be verified," Jiang Hua looked at the overalls shirt and slacks running shoes he was still wearing, "The wound is gone, and the blood stains on his body are gone." "But by all indications, this is not the Earth, at least not the modern Earth. ”

"No matter where this is, I'm going to have to live! At that time, it will be clear whether you have crossed over or something. Thinking back to the novels he had read about time travel and adventure, Jiang Hua thought about what he should do next. "You have to go to find food, then you have to go to that green place. But no matter how you look at the dark red mountain range, it's terrifying," Jiang Hua was a little timid. But as far as the eye can see, except for the forest at the foot of the mountain, there may be food, and the other direction is the unobstructed and desolate Gobi Desert. Forcibly suppressing the timidity in his heart, Jiang Hua picked up a dead branch on the ground, held it with his left hand, and staggered towards the place where green and red intersected.