Child, only by accepting the worst of the status quo can you start to go uphill from now on. - "Living Book"

"Who are you?" I asked the woman dressed in black.

"Dreams"

"Is this your name? Or the state I'm in right now? "I can't believe it all now, even though it's so real, I don't have the sense of touch, I can't feel the pain, it's like in a dream.

"Have you ever heard of people in dreams telling you you're dreaming?"

"So there's only one word for your name?"

"People who have died don't need a surname."

"So, I'm still really dead, am I?" I looked at my hands, and my hands were almost transparent.

"Hmm."

I sighed, hoping to hear an unexpected reply, even though I knew it was already an established fact.

"So what do you do? Black impermanence, Meng Po, or the ferryman who took me to the underworld? ”

"I'm just like you," she said without any expression, and I couldn't hear any of her emotions, "we're all souls with living books." ”

"Living books?" Ever since I met this woman who called herself "Dream", I felt like I had been in the clouds.

"He's in your pocket." She pointed to my pocket, "Listen, if you want to be resurrected, he is your only way." ”

I put my hand in my pocket, and for some reason, I had a book in my pocket, a small book that was big enough in my pocket, even though I never remembered that I had put it in my pocket, but now it was in my pocket. It has a blue cover with some old-looking patterns and textures, and it is similar to the little red book that Dream is holding, except that it is blue.

I cautiously opened the little blue book, which was called the "Living Book". But there was only a blank space on the book, and I quickly flipped back, but there was nothing written on every page of the book, except for the quaint pattern on the cover, which was all blank.

Of course, this was my idea at the beginning. It wasn't until I turned to the last page that I saw a big "stop" written on the last page. Oh no, it's the word "stop" and a big exclamation mark.

The whole book is a "Stop! "Words? I looked at the expressionless "dream" in confusion. She looked at me like she was looking at a fool.

I swallowed and continued to look down at the "living book". "Living Book" writes "Stop! The page to the left of the page was slowly leaching black as if it had been soaked in ink. That's a few words. It reads, "I'll go to your grandmother's leg, see that you are also a reader, how can you turn a book faster than a face!" ”

Watching a book talking to me in the words on its own page was more startling than finding a book in my pocket out of nowhere. I looked at the words on it, even though I always felt that there was something wrong with it.

Then they all disappeared as if they had never been there. Then a black inky piece reappeared, again taking on a different discourse. "Handsome boy! To be honest, it's a pleasure to see you, even if you can't hear my pleasant voice (in fact I don't have any sound at all). I don't know if I should congratulate you or sympathize with you, because you have the most useful book in the world, but it also means that you are dead. ”

"I know that!" I'm very reluctant to admit it, but it's still mentioning it after I know it, which makes me a little angry.

"Listen, kid, you can only go uphill if you accept the worst." On the new page, the inky black words are like black fireworks blooming.

I slammed the book shut and made a "pop". Look at the dream that has been looking at my "living book" and ask her, "Can it really help me come back to life?" ”

"Like he just said, he can figure out that uphill path for you." She didn't seem to be offended that I interrupted her gaze by closing the "living book", and she said that "if 'now you're dead' is something that you can't get worse, then whatever you do can make things better." Instead of doubting, you can only believe. ”

"What should I do?!" I opened the book again and asked in a commanding tone about the "living book".

"Well, you should be polite to me." The new words on the paper are provocative.

"Believe it or not, I'm going to burn you in minutes!" While it's exciting to have such a "talking" book, it's really unpleasant if it has a rebellious character.

"Actually, that's exactly what you're going to do." The moment the living book burns out, "that is the time of your resurrection." "The way it speaks is like a dream, and it's always unpredictable.

"Do you have a lighter?" I asked "dreams".

I saw it again, that fool-like look.

"Child, every gray piece of paper in front of my "living book" represents a task, and every time a task is completed, the paper corresponding to it will also burn, if you really want to come alive, then listen to me and complete them. "The ink on the living book danced again. I caught a glimpse of the small pile of pages in front of the living book, all gray, and frowned.

So, I have to complete the "tasks" that it wants me to complete in order to come back to life, right? "I asked the dream.

"It's us going to get it done." She corrected.

Don't you have the same "living book" yourself? ”

"It's not the same. My "living book" has the "method" and "ability" to solve everything. She took out her little red book, "and yours knows the "right direction" and "knowledge" we should take. ”

My books and hers are like a natural pair. The size, the thickness, all the differences, even the texture pattern on the cover is so similar.

"The "method" and "ability" to solve everything" I sincerely admire, to be honest, I really envy.

The living book in my hand suddenly popped out of my palm and opened in front of me, and the white page was once again filled with ink: "Young man! I know what you're thinking, but you have to understand that no matter how good a ship is, it will still sink into the sea without a compass. ”

"But people are boats, you are just a compass."

Sooner or later, you will find that "knowledge" is as important as "ability"! ”

I watched as this ordinary book-like gadget flew through the air, and then turned a new page, and wrote a series of exclamation points on the new page. To be honest, I'm starting to like this book because it has a personality and I like things with a personality. I also began to understand why he was called the "living book," not only because he could lead me back to life, but also because he was a living being.

"So what do I do now?" I asked the living book.

"Complete the first task you have to complete." The living book replied silently.

"So, what is the first mission?"

"Changing the future of white-eyed people."

After the ink of the living book disappeared, it flew into the air with the red book of "Dream", and the two books flew in the air and frantically turned the pages, and then the two books collided, and then flew back from the air, and a page of the red book fell out.

"Look what you've done!" I stared at a page that had fallen from the Red Book.

"If you don't understand, shut up, now, we're going to that parallel world." A series of ink danced into characters, and then disappeared like a tide when I read them all.

Yume took the page that had fallen from the red book and shook it in the air, and the whole paper began to burn. The burning paper glows with a dazzling white light, and the white light grows larger and larger as the paper burns. It is as if the flame does not disappear after it is ignited, but continues to accumulate. Until the paper burned out, a white screen of light with a diameter of two meters appeared in the air. It's like an open, white door with no jamb. Dream glanced back at me and motioned for me to walk in.

"So, I can enter the parallel world you spoke of from here?" I asked the living book as I walked towards the light screen.

A large tick appears on the page.

"What the hell is that white-eyed man you're talking about?"

"A man who wants to destroy the whole world on his own." The ink is flying and changing.

"So, we're going to help him ruin that world? Don't you think that's impossible? I smiled wryly and looked at the living book and walked into the white light screen.

"No, we're going to stop him." I was blown away by what was on the page

The light screen shone brightly, and the moment I passed through it, my vision became only white, as if I had been caught in the eyes by the flash of a camera. Then, after a long pause, the white field of vision began to fade and fade, and a dense forest appeared before our eyes