He wasn't sure what the consequences would be if he touched the vanished objects with his body. In short, he failed, and the moment Mu Yang's hand made contact with the faceless man's body, his hand passed directly through the faceless man's body and drilled out from the other side of the faceless man's body.

The Faceless Man continued to dissolve until it slowly turned into a harmless pile of dust in the air.

Along with the disappearance of the faceless corpse, there was blood trickling down its neck.

Only Mu Yang was left alone, and he stayed in place like a demon. All traces of the Faceless in this world are gone. At that moment, he almost thought that the previous battle was entirely his imagination.

Is this the dream world?

Its operating mechanism is mysterious and illogical, and it is completely impossible to see from the perspective of a material person.

At this moment, Mu Yang, who lowered his head, was attracted by something on the ground.

It was a dark red olive-shaped object, the size of a thumb. It feels cool and hard in your hand. It is covered with shallow water-like traces, not like artificially made, as if it was a gift from nature.

What is that? Seeds of plants?

At least Mu Yang had never seen the seeds of any plant in this world grow like this.

And its origin is even stranger. Mu Yang clearly remembered that there was nothing in this clearing before, and after the faceless man lay here and disappeared, this little crimson olive appeared here.

Could it be that in the fight just now, the fist wind of the faceless man swept something in the garbage heap and flew down to the open space in the middle?

Mu Yang glanced at the surrounding terrain and felt that this probability was very small.

Well, there should be only one explanation left: it was left behind after the faceless man disappeared. It is unknown what it does, but it was originally part of the Faceless Man's body.

"According to the speculation of the fifth-generation mind master, 'Divine Number' Li Er, there is a dream core in the dream world, and the dream core is a polymer of human spiritual detritus, which can elevate the class of the telekinesis."

"If this is what Lear calls the dream core, then the entire dream world will become a huge gold mine without an owner."

Pinching the little crimson olive, Mu Yang fell into deep thought.

There are also classes among telekinesists, from the lowest level of the first order to the highest level of the tenth order, and there are also mind controllers above there.

In the material world, the only way to rise to the rank is scarcity and slow, and the only way to do it is to practice diligently; With the qualifications of most telekinesists, it is common for them to struggle all their lives and only wander in the first and second orders.

But even the first- and second-order telekinesis have a social status far beyond that of the worldly.

Just imagine, if just by eating these olive-shaped objects, the telekinesis can easily raise their rank and quickly move towards the higher ranks; That would upend the long-standing class order of the entire telekinetic realm, and even cause social unrest and a new round of revolution.

The artifact that may open up the future is now held in Mu Yang's hands.

He didn't rush to swallow the little olive, but picked it up in his hand and pondered it repeatedly.

"However, the seventh-generation mind master Omer came to a completely different conclusion through modeling, he believed that the dream core not only could not help improve mental power, but also increased the rate of forgetting of the will."

"There are also those who believe that dream cores can cause dream distortions; There are even those who completely deny the existence of dream cores, but instead call them spiritual wreckage, and if you eat the mental wreckage, your will will mix with other broken wills, and eventually become a monster that is neither human nor ghost. ”

Unable to analyze the role of this little olive for a while, Mu Yang put it in his pocket, walked to the vicinity and found Black Pigeon No. 1, and continued to move towards the depths of the dream.

……

Ye Xiao slowly walked out of the Third King's Hospital, and was in the crowd along the way, but she felt extremely lonely.

When walking to the fountain in the center of the music square, Ye Xiao finally couldn't bear the sadness in her heart, found an unobtrusive position and sat down, buried her head in her legs, and suppressed her voice and cried.

From ancient times to the present, no one has ever unlocked the curse of eternal dreams. Even if it's the mind master.

The distance between a awake person and a sleeping person is as far away as life and death.

The thought of such a distant and unattainable tomorrow enveloped her in a great sense of fear, and she staggered, lost in her own life that was already extremely lonely, but now even more lonely.

A few shy high school students on the other side were still playing with each other, encouraging their partners to come forward and comfort the girl who was sitting next to the fountain and crying pear blossoms with rain.

But Ye Xiao was in no mood to pay attention to them at all.

She looked up and saw an unexpected scene on the other side of the square.

……

The garbage accumulated nearby is becoming more and more scarce, and according to Mu Yang's memory of the waste star, he is about to walk out of the garbage area and come to the industrial area.

Compared to the garbage area with many obstacles and complex terrain, the terrain of the industrial area is more flat and open, and once it encounters any enemy, it will not leave him any room for turnaround.

A hundred meters behind him, two faceless men had been following him for some time.

They didn't pounce on them like the first faceless people, which made Mu Yang suspect that they might have some intelligence: they killed their own kind, and they instinctively felt threatened by themselves.

But that doesn't change their intention to kill them in the first place.

Mu Yang stopped, and they behind him also stopped.

Mu Yang turned around and walked in their direction. The Faceless Man bent over, his shoulders hunched, his face without any organs aimed at him. This is a precursor to preparing for an attack.

"Don't do that, you should be human too, maybe we can have a good talk."

Mu Yang tried to communicate with the other party, but what he got was a silent whistle.

"Hey, dude, take a look at this."

Mu Yang showed his belly to them, which was a sign of weakness and friendliness among the beasts.

The two faceless men were unmoved, and even the attack hormones they released in the air intensified.

"Then there's no way."