I couldn't contain my chaotic feelings.

Because on the oil painting on the wall I saw the signature, light and scribbled, but after seeing the sign on the hospital bed, I matched it.

Zhuge Wen, this old man's name is Zhuge Wen, and the signature on the painting is the word Zhuge .

He may just be a painter, but he just created those paintings and painted beautiful works.

Just like the ontology of "games", it is just an entertainment work created by companies, planners, and programmers, and they don't want to use games to kill people.

Zhuge Wen may be unintentional and innocent.

But his work, indeed, became a monster.

I was at a loss for a moment.

Zhuge Wen's vital signs are weakening.

Even if I don't understand medicine and see that the indexes that symbolize heartbeat and blood pressure are completely lower than the values of normal people, I can tell that Zhuge Wen's body is having problems.

Drip Drip......

The machine knew Zhuge Wen's situation better than I did, and the alarm sounded.

The bird monster, sitting on the edge of the bed, stood up and panicked.

Is Zhuge Wen going to die?

He's going to die, will these monsters just disappear, or will they continue to exist?

I was thinking wildly, and I couldn't make a decision.

Zhuge Wen and Chu Run, Xiao Tianci, and Lu Yanning are all different. He's still a living man, and he's probably an innocent living man......

The harmon let out a terrible cry.

The doctor and nurse rushed in, as if they couldn't see the bird monster, and concentrated on rescuing Zhuge Wen.

I felt a sudden yin aura coming out.

In the blink of an eye, I saw Zhuge Wen's ghost sit up. He broke away from the **, sat up, got out of bed, and walked through the doctors and nurses.

My heart tightened.

The bird monster also seemed to see Zhuge Wen's ghost, and hurriedly tried to block his way.

Zhuge Wen looked sluggish, avoided the bird monster, and continued to walk out. If the bird monster stops again, he will be like the AI in a computer game, stupidly circling in circles.

The bird monster stretched out its feathered hand to push Zhuge Wen, trying to push him back into his body.

Zhuge Wen's ghost suddenly became transparent.

And as time went on, he became more and more transparent.

The bird monster withdrew its hand, like a poor little animal, looking at Zhuge Wen in horror.

Without any obstacles, Zhuge Wen bypassed the bird monster and continued to move forward.

I remembered the video in Aoba's archives and thought of Director Zhou.

Zhuge Wen at this moment is like a ghost who wants to go to the underworld to report after dying normally.

There is no ghost to guide the way, but Zhuge Wen should go to the underworld to report, and then ......

Reincarnation!

The reincarnation that Xuanqing Zhenren said!

“…… The current time is 11:38 on January 24, 2023......"

The doctors and nurses stopped the rescue operation and were about to announce Zhuge Wen's death.

At 11 noon on January 24, 2023, the day I entered the dream, ten minutes before Xuanqing Zhenren entered the hotel to destroy the formation.

I suddenly looked at Zhuge Wen, who was going out.

Reincarnation!

Zhuge Wen died at this time, and soon went to reincarnation. So, Xuanqing Zhenren has no way! There was no way for him to fulfill the requirements of those bird monsters, and he couldn't find Zhuge Wen's ghost at all!

I'm going to miss this opportunity, can I dream of Zhuge Wen again and change the predicament of reality? No matter how bad it is, at least, I will let Zhuge Wen live for a while longer, and surviving Xuanqing Zhenren to solve the porcelain bowl......

Gritting my teeth, I put aside many thoughts and rushed to Zhuge Wen.

My hand grabbed Zhuge Wen's body, and I was about to reverse his time when the sound of an eagle chirping sounded from behind me.

I was startled, and when I looked back, I saw the bird monster pounce fiercely.

It's been discovered!

I was shocked.

It was moving so fast that I didn't have time to dodge!

Just as the beak was about to pierce my body, I felt the landscape change around me again.

The fresh wind, the warm sunshine, and the sound of birdsong are pleasant to the ear, and they are no longer the kind of sound that contains a murderous atmosphere.

I saw the woods and the birds flying out of the trees.

In the open space in front of you are several wooden shelves with troughs for feeding the birds. Those birds land on shelves and peck at the feed. They are different in size and appearance, and they are not the same kind of birds.

Some of them were very bold and flew straight at me, stopped on my lap, and rubbed against my clothes.

A hand touched the bird's head, and the bird chirped pleasantly.

The hands were old, wrinkled, protruding ugly, and the knuckles were a little deformed.

I realized that it wasn't my hands, and it wasn't my body.

I floated up and saw Zhuge Wen.

Zhuge Wen was wearing overalls, and his wide jeans were worn out of white edges. He sat in a rocking chair, teasing the birds, and his face was kind and gentle, very different from the dying old man I had seen before.

Behind him is a small wooden house, which looks a little old, not big, and the shape is very ordinary, not like a beautifully renovated holiday villa.

From behind the house came the cry of a bird of prey.

The birds flew up in fright and fled in all directions.

Zhuge heard that the birds flew away, so he slowly stood up and entered the cabin.

I floated in and saw a room full of paintings. The paintings are piled up on the ground and are not framed. And the content of the painting, in addition to the quiet scene, another eternal thing is the back of the girl in the painting. Girls dressed in different clothes always have their backs to the picture and do not show their faces.

Zhuge Wen walked through the living room, entered the kitchen at the back, and went out through the back door.

At the back of the hut was a large yard with wooden racks, rabbits, chickens and ducks.

The call of the eagle terrified the little creatures and took refuge in their nests.

Zhuge Wen bent down and pulled out a big white rabbit from a rabbit nest.

A dark shadow fell from the sky, right on the wooden shelf. It was an eagle, radiant and exuding.

Zhuge Wen smiled and threw the rabbit in his hand to the eagle.

The rabbit writhed in the air, and before it could land, it was grabbed by a passing eagle. The talons stabbed into the rabbit, scattering blood all over the ground.

The eagle landed, stepped on the rabbit that was still struggling, pecked the rabbit's flesh with its sharp beak, and feasted on it.

Zhuge Wen looked at it with a smile, as if he was watching his little grandson eat with relish. He stood for a moment, then sat down on a chaise longue in the courtyard and looked at the eagle, and then at the sky and at the trees.

When the eagle finished eating a whole rabbit, flapped its wings, and landed on the armrest of the recliner, Zhuge Wen reached out and touched the eagle's head, just like stroking the delicate and cute bird just now.

"Little Bird...... Little lark......" Zhuge muttered to himself.

Eagle Eyes stared at Zhuge Wen, as if listening to his words.

I looked around and didn't see the bird monster or the bird-faced girl. At this time, haven't those things appeared yet? Isn't it supposed to be now...... I looked at Zhuge Wen hesitantly.

The scenery in the field of vision seems to be covered with a veil, and it is like the water surface being blown by the breeze.

After a few seconds, everything was clear again.

I was standing indoors again, with a drawing board in front of me.

A broad, powerful hand holds the brush and scribbles it on the canvas.

I moved my body and saw the young Zhuge Wen, thirty or forty years old, but the look between his eyebrows and eyes was more morbid and stubborn and crazy than that of the old man.

There are also many completed paintings around, but instead of a quiet scene and a girl's back, there is an outline of a girl, only an outline, no face.

"Ahh Zhuge Wen suddenly threw away the paintbrush in his hand and pushed the sketchpad to the ground.

"Nightingale...... Lark...... Skylark...... No, no......" He held his head and groaned in pain.