There was silence in the hospital room.

The breeze tugs at the curtains, bringing a chill.

Every beating of the second hand on the wall is clearly audible.

After a long time, Dr. Zhang spoke: "What you want to ask is, if you die in a dream, will you also die in reality, right?" ”

Jiang Wujian was silent, noncommittal.

Dr. Zhang smiled and continued, "No one can give the right answer to this question, and the two main points of view have their own opinions. ”

Jiang Wuji: "What do you say?" ”

Dr. Zhang: "The first view is that people who hold this view are using the relationship between the brain and consciousness as evidence, consciousness is produced by the brain, and if a person loses consciousness completely, it means that his brain has also stopped functioning, or has entered a deep sleep, which you can understand as dead or vegetative. ”

The other view is not, based on the theory of quantum mechanics, which holds that human consciousness and the human body itself are independent of each other, and that even if the brain stops functioning, consciousness still exists, and exists in quantum form, and will not disappear. Whether it is death in the dream or the departure of reality, it does not interfere with the other party, and they even think that the dream is a real world. ”

Hearing the last sentence, Jiang Wuji's eyes couldn't help but shrink.

'Dreams, a real world? ……’

Dr. Zhang: "Although I can't give you a 100% correct answer to this question, I personally hope that you don't die in a dream. ”

"Now can you tell me what kind of dream you had?"

Jiang Wuji nodded, ready to explain the situation to the doctor.

However, when he opened his mouth to speak, it seemed like something was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't speak, so he could only make a "hmm" sound.

"What's wrong?" Dr. Zhang hurriedly poured a glass of water and handed it to Jiang Wuji.

After drinking the water, Jiang Wujian said, "I can't speak......"

Dr. Zhang: "......"

Jiang Wuji: "Huh? How can I talk again? Dr. Zhang, I dreamed of ...... Hmm, hmm! ”

“……”

"What's wrong with me? Why is it that when I talk about dreams, I can't speak? Jiang Wuji's face turned a little pale.

"Don't be nervous, it's just a dream, you don't need to be burdened, say it slowly." Dr. Zhang said patiently on the side.

Jiang Wujian nodded, and only spoke again after taking a few deep breaths: "I, I dreamed, I ...... Hmm, hmm! ”

"No, I can't say it, I must be controlled again, it must be so!"

"Control? Controlled by whom? Controlled by what? Dr. Zhang asked.

Jiang Wuji shook his head: "I don't know, maybe, it may be...... Not. ”

Jiang Wujian wanted to say the word "female corpse", but he just couldn't say it.

This feeling as if someone was choking his neck made Jiang Wuji's face quickly redden.

As the feeling of suffocation became more and more intense, blood began to spread in the whites of the eyes, and the vision gradually distorted.

"Jiang Wuji! Jiang Wuji!! ”

Dr. Zhang hurriedly pressed the call button at the bedside.

Immediately afterwards, the chaotic footsteps sounded, and in a trance, I seemed to see my aunt and seemed to hear her heart-rending screams......

As the surrounding scenery changes, it is as if you have entered a strange world.

When it became clear again, what I saw was a yellowed curtain.

Through the curtain, one could see a man sitting at the table, very thin and somewhat hunchbacked.

Then the stomach churned without warning.

"Gross!"

Jiang Wujian rolled over and crawled on the side of the bed, vomiting nonstop.

The black liquid, mixed with all kinds of indescribable debris, splashed all over the ground.

"You're finally awake."

The village chief walked briskly, his face full of worry.

It's back, I'm back......

Is this a dream or not?!

What the hell is wrong with me!!

"In vain? In vain? ......," the village chief called softly.

After a while, Jiang Wujian looked at the village chief and asked weakly, "What am I ...... What's wrong? ”

"You, you."

The village chief helped Jiang Wujian up, and said earnestly: "Last night, when you vomited, you triggered the Qi Liu, although the talent is excellent, but everything should not be rushed, the first time you vomit, you want to condense the Qi Yuan, no, the object will be reversed, fainted." ”

Condensing Qi Yuan? When did I condense Qi Yuan? Jiang Wuxi was a little dazed.

At this time, the village chief took out a few black pills and said, "Eat these, it will be good for you." ”

Although he was a little reluctant, under the gaze of the village chief, Jiang Wuji had to swallow these pills.

As the elixir entered the body, a cold cold current began to breed in the body.

Jiang Wujian could clearly sense that this cold current was constantly washing away his internal organs, limbs, and finally all of them merged into the dantian.

When I was young, the feeling of weakness I had before disappeared.

Now I can say that I am full of energy except for feeling a little cold.

"How?" Qing Xuanzi asked.

Jiang Wuji got down from the bed and said, "Thank you Master for the medicine, it's much better." ”

Sensing the changes in Jiang Wuji, the village chief nodded again and again and sighed: "Your physique is better than what you thought for the teacher, not bad, not bad." ”

"Since it's okay, then you can go back and have a good rest." The village chief waved his hand.

Jiang Wuji: "Yes." ”

When I came outside, it was morning, but the sky was still dreary.

Dark clouds were layered on top of each other, completely obscuring the sun.

When passing by the courtyard of the ancestral hall, Jiang Wujian subconsciously looked at the place where the coffin and the flower bridge appeared last night.

There was nothing there, not even a trace of it......

According to the village chief's reaction, he didn't seem to see the coffin and the flower bridge last night.

Was it just my hallucination last night? Can you still hallucinate when you dream?

Glancing at the yard again, I always felt an indescribable gloom.

Leaving the ancestral hall, Jiang Wujian went directly to the entrance of the village, trying to find clues about the red and white affairs the afternoon before yesterday, but he still found nothing.

However, because of the change in status, the villagers have become extremely respectful of him.

But compared to these, Jiang Wuxi was more concerned about whether this place was a dream or not.

It's so real......

At noon, Jiang Wujian came to the back mountain.

The altar outside the wooden house had been removed, and the surrounding area was empty, with half a figure in sight.

The bleak light shrouded here, making the already lifeless back mountain even more treacherous.

Looking at the lonely wooden house, Jiang Wuji's brows furrowed slightly.

What happened during the sacrifice made him wonder what was in the room.

There is no such thing as a plague god, it can't really exist, right?

"Maybe figuring out what's in the hut will untie the knot and the dream will be gone." Jiang Wuxi muttered.

As we got closer to the hut, the color of the dirt at the door became clearer.

It was a reddish to black color, and it was sticky and moist, completely different from the soil found elsewhere.

When he waited outside the door, Jiang Wujian paused.

"According to Dr. Zhang, if I die in a dream, I may also die in reality, or become a vegetative state."

"In case there really is something in this house, then ......" just as Jiang Wujian hesitated.

"Squeak-"

The door opened.

……