Feng Ling looked at Shangguan Lei while playing with the beckoning cat in her hand.

Shangguan Lei was also down, and directly found a comfortable place to rest.

"I said Ah Ling, you are tied up now, in case something really happens, you have to let me go."

It seemed that he was a little uneasy, Shangguan Lei instructed.

"Don't worry, I know what to do."

Feng Ling said casually while playing with the beckoning cat.

........

When Shangguan Lei checked the ghost inside him, he didn't find that Jiang Mo quietly had something wrong.

The first thing I felt was the young dragon, which was lying in Jiang Mo's arms, and the first time I noticed that Jiang Mo's facial expression had changed.

His brow was furrowed, his eyes were closed, and cold sweat was still forming on his forehead.

The young dragon could clearly feel his pain, but he didn't know what to do.

looked at Feng Ling and Shangguan Lei next to him, and just wanted to ask them for help, but suddenly felt an irresistible tiredness.

"Woo~~"

The young dragon tried to attract their attention with its voice, but under the force, it only let out a whimper.

Then, the dragon's eyes closed heavily.

Feng Ling, who was playing with the beckoning cat, vaguely seemed to hear something.

Looking at the voice, I only saw the young dragon sleeping soundly, and Jiang Mo with a calm and sleeping face.

Seeing that there was nothing abnormal, he continued to study the beckoning cat.

It seems that everything in this room is so normal except for Shangguan Lei, whose soul is affected.

However, what they didn't know was that in a place where no one had discovered, in Jiang Mo's dream, he was on the verge of life and death.

.......

Time went back to when Jiang Mo had just fallen asleep.

Jiang Mo, who closed his eyes, soon fell asleep.

And unlike before, this time he actually had an extremely rare lucid dream.

He hadn't experienced this kind of lucid dreaming a few times in his two lives combined.

Appearing again in this dream naturally aroused his alarm.

And, look at your body floating in mid-air.

He always felt a special sense of familiarity.

Suspended in mid-air, Jiang Mo looked at his dream.

In this space, Jiang Mo was surrounded by all kinds of colorful blank cards.

The quality of these cards varies.

There are white common cards, red perfect cards, and even purple epic cards.

These cards filled Jiang Mo's body, except for about a meter around him, the rest of the space was filled with cards.

At first glance, it feels like swimming in a sea of cards.

These cards ranged from ordinary creatures to rare venues, all of which flowed quietly and slowly around Jiang Mo, as if waiting for Jiang Mo to pick them.

However, Jiang Mo didn't act rashly, not to mention that this was his dream, even if everything here was real, he wouldn't take the cards here casually.

As a human being, he believes that there is no white pie in this world.

Even if it is the mystery of his own rebirth, he will always speculate on it in the worst way.

I was idle, but I looked at the cards, but I also found something.

The only thing these cards have in common is that there are no specific card diagrams, no specific descriptions, as if they were a clean blank sheet of paper, waiting for someone to draw them.

And when Jiang Mo looked around, he found something slightly strange.

This thing is strange but not strange, and from a distance, it is no different from a normal wooden door.

But when it appears in a space full of blank cards, it is particularly conspicuous.

After thinking about it, Jiang Mo swam in that direction.

Along the way, all the cards are like that

As if he was afraid of something, all the blank cards on Jiang Mo's way forward were avoided.

In this way, Jiang Mo calmly came to this wooden door.

Looked at the wooden door.

Except for the fact that the wooden door is slightly dilapidated, it is no different from the ordinary wooden door.

It's just that the more Jiang Mo looked, the more he felt as if he had seen this door somewhere.

But when it comes to the critical moment, I can't remember it.

After thinking about it for a while, Jiang Mo pushed the door open.

He didn't know why he did it, maybe it was his subconscious instinct?

As he once heard, the so-called dream is actually an illusory world created by the player's subconscious, which is affected by spiritual powers.

In this world, what kind of dreams can be generated, what have you encountered in dreams, and even what kind of choices you will make in your dreams.

They even appear in dreams and forget certain things, or solve some problems that they can't solve on their own.

It's all about your subconscious.

This is why some very strong people become cowardly in their dreams, and some cowardly people become very brave in their dreams.

Dreams, it's really magical.

And if analyzed according to this theory, Jiang Mo opened this door, which means that in his subconscious, this matter will have a very important impact on him.

Even if you have a lucid dream, you will inevitably have a memory loss.

And at this time, the instincts of the body play a crucial role.

Pushing open the wooden door with one hand, a dreamy colorful light emanated from the door.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and when the light dissipated, he had already stepped into the wooden door.

"This is? Dracula's Castle?"

Looking at the environment behind the door, the familiar corridor, the rolled up carpet, and even a pile of porcelain shards on the ground that had been crushed by himself.

At the same time that Jiang Mo stepped into the door, the muddy and nightmare feeling of being in a dream disappeared in an instant.

The mind is clear, and even in dreams, his memories are not lost.

It's a strange feeling, like suddenly discovering a piggy bank that you left in the corner, or opening up a problem that you haven't been able to do.

This is a special transformation, Jiang Mo can't say clearly, but he knows one thing:

Although they are in the same dream, the front and back of this wooden door are two completely different worlds.

Looking at this familiar mess, Jiang Mo didn't have too much nostalgia.

Now that I've already appeared here, it's better to come to my door and ask about some things in person.

Here, there is also an old acquaintance of his, who has a stomach full of things to ask him.

He took the wooden door with him, he didn't want something inexplicable to follow it into his dream.

He wasn't sure if it would work, but he knew that doing and not doing were two different things.

Some things are not necessarily useful, but if they are not done, there will be problems.

Pushing open the door of the room at the end of the hallway, which had been destroyed by himself, the familiar fog appeared in front of his eyes.

Jiang Mo didn't have a trace of so-called etiquette, and said with a grin:

"Long time no see, Grand Duke Dracula"