On the screen of the theater, the boy crawls in the darkness with no fingers visible, his body covered in blood, half of his body is shriveled and sunken, like a flattened tomato, but fortunately the other half of his body is still intact, and he can crawl on his left leg and left arm.

"Where am I...... Where the hell am I......" he hissed, the light in his pupils like a broken candle flickering in the wind, dim to the point of palpitation, as if it would be extinguished at any moment.

Xia Mingwei was shocked, he looked deeply at this nine-year-old "predecessor Xia Mingwei", his spirit was about to collapse, and the whole world seemed to tremble.

"I want to live ......"

"I still want to live......"

"I want to draw ......"

"I want to see good places......"

"I'm going to live......"

The boy collapsed to the ground, tears pouring out of his eyes, and he gritted his teeth and crawled forward from position to position.

I don't know how long it took for his empty eyes to be illuminated by a glimmer of light. The boy looked up suddenly, only to see dozens of figures as dim as dead wood were sitting cross-legged on the ground, they were arranged in a straight line, as if they were about to overlap, at the end of these dozens of figures, there was a magnificent god and Buddha covered in golden light, huge earlobes, solemn facial features, hanging body draped in robes, the whole body exuded a sacred and inviolable atmosphere.

"Who's that......"

The boy swallowed a mouthful of water and stared blankly at the dangling Buddha statue.

At this moment, the nearest "meditator" suddenly opened his eyes, and it was a thin old foreigner, his cloudy eyes fixed on the boy, and whispered something to him in an obscure language.

The boy didn't understand, it seemed to be French.

The old man shook his head, sighed, and continued to close his eyes and meditate.

At this moment, a tuxedo boy behind the old man woke up, he blinked his dark eyes, smiled in Chinese and said:

"The old man speaks French, and his name is Silvano. And I'm Naxiu, so I give a lot of advice. ”

"I'm Shamingway......" Shamingwei's voice was hoarse and muddy, "I...... I look like I'm dying, can you save me? ”

"No," Naxiu said, "you will not die, the state of everything in this space will not change, you will be fixed in the state you were in when you entered this space. ”

"Won't die...... I'm not going to die yet," said Xia Mingwei wearily, "Naxiu, can you tell me where this is and who are you?" ”

"This is the tomb of the Visionary, I am the former Visionary, and this old man named Silvano is the Former Visionary." A mysterious smile hung on Naxiu's face, "And Xia Mingwei, you are the current visionary. Come on, join us, meditate together, meditation is the only way to fight nothingness. ”

"What are you talking about, I, I don't understand." Xia Mingwei said.

"Uh," Naxiu cupped his forehead with a headache, "I see that you slept in the black hole of fantasy for so many years before you climbed to the tomb of the dreamer, maybe your head was broken, so I don't understand." ”

"What is a black hole of fantasy, and what is the tomb of a dreamer?" Shamingway asked.

Naxiu coughed and said slowly, "When the fantasy energy of the dreamers is exhausted, they will create a wreckage or doppelganger in the world to replace themselves, and then the body will be teleported to this place. ”

"I don't understand."

"It's hard to explain to you." "Anyway, you are dead, and you can't go back to the real world, can you understand that?" ”

"I ...... I'm dead? Xia Mingwei froze in place.

"Yes." Naxiu nodded, holding out his finger towards the darkness in the distance, "Well, soon the next visionary will be coming, look over there." ”

Xia Mingwei turned his head and looked at it in a daze, only to see a figure slowly walking from the darkness.

It was a boy with a turban on his head, a white wrap skirt, healthy wheat-colored skin, and dark eyes that were bright.

"Hello, where is this place?" The boy asked in a language that Shamingway didn't understand.

"It's Hindi." Naxiu raised his eyebrows and took the initiative to move forward, "It seems that you are Indian, I am Naxiu, may I ask what is your name?" ”

"My name is Aamir Khan." The Indian boy said weakly, "I feel like I'm dead, I was still in the Thar Desert just now, those traffickers took me away, I want to rebel against them...... But here it is in the blink of an eye, I, I'm a little scared, can you tell me what happened? ”

With that, he slowly hugged his turban.

"Aamir Khan ......," Shamingway repeated the name dumbfoundedly.

"Your face is horrible." Aamir Khan looked at Xia Mingwei's sunken cheeks and couldn't help but shudder.

"I'm dead...... Xia Mingwei said, his voice crying.

"Hey, so what's that?" Aamir Khan looked at the god and Buddha in the distance.

"He was the first generation of visionaries, and we all called him the Buddha." Naxiu followed his gaze, "The world we live in was created by the Buddha. ”

"Buddha Buddha?" Xia Mingwei was stunned, he had heard this name, it was in "Journey to the West", and he was still watching it with his parents at that time. In the dream that night. He also told the rainbow god about this matter, saying that Sun Wukong was so pitiful, he was pressed by the Buddha of Wuzhi Mountain for five hundred years.

"yes." Nashu smiled, "The Buddha came up with this world to avoid a black monkey, and he wanted to stay away from that annoying monkey. ”

"Why, isn't the Buddha very strong?" Shamingway asked.

"That black monkey is also very strong, it won't die, and it can absorb the resentment of the world, so it keeps getting stronger, and then the Buddha was entangled and couldn't stand it, so he ran here!" Nashau's tone was pompous.

"Why does it want to entangle the Buddha?"

"I don't know, maybe this is the complicated love and hatred of gods and demons." Naxiu spread his hands.

Aamir Khan was half-understood, and he suddenly felt frightened and cried lowly: "That...... Can the Buddha let us go home? ”

"I can't." Naxiu sighed, "According to the rules set by the Buddha, we will always have to meditate in this place, and when we have the will to die, we will become the same wood as them." As he spoke, he pointed to the meditating dreamers.

Aamir Khan and Shamingway looked at it together, and the bodies of those "visionaries" were almost like dead wood, and there were no signs of life at all.

Both of them had symptoms of nausea, and there seemed to be a thousand coelenterates struggling to squirm upwards in their stomachs, but only Amir Khan vomited, and Xia Mingwei did not vomit because his stomach was already crushed.

"What are you kidding...... Xia Mingwei said tremblingly, "I don't want to die yet...... I don't want to die, I don't want to die. Tears flowed from his sunken eyes, mingling with jet-black blood.

Aamir Khan, who was next to him, also burst into tears.

Naxiu looked at the two children helplessly: "Hey, I haven't cried yet, I've been here for hundreds of years, but I never wanted to die, so I didn't turn into wood like those old dreamers." ”

"Hundreds of years?" Shamingway asked hoarsely.

"Yes, I was born three hundred years ago." Naxiu blinked, "I'm probably the strongest dreamer besides the Buddha, guess what I did?" ”

"What did you do?" Shamingway asked.

"I created mythological sequences and career sequences, doesn't that sound interesting?"

"What are those, I don't understand......" Xia Mingwei choked up.

"I don't understand this, forget it." Naxiu pouted, "Anyway, let's meditate together, otherwise the Buddha will turn you into wood." ”

Aamir Khan's whole body trembled, and he ran backwards, his figure engulfed in thick darkness: "No, I don't want to die yet!" The next moment, his body turned into a pile of wood and fell to the ground, unable to move.

Xia Mingwei froze in place.

"See?" Naxiu shrugged.

Xia Mingwei swallowed a mouthful of water, turned his head sharply, and looked at the divine Buddha in fear.

At this moment, he suddenly froze in place, and he didn't even cry anymore, and he saw four huge bodies slowly rising in the darkness behind the Buddha.

"Oh...... Aamir Khan actually created four mythical carriers before he died? Naxiu also stared at the four vague figures, and said in surprise, "It's amazing, they are about to take shape, and it seems that they can make a lot of waves in the world this time." ”

"Myth carriers?" Xia Mingwei asked puzzled.

"Yes," said Nasiu, "I've rewritten the rules of the Visionary, so the Dreamer can create a mythical carrier, eh...... The myth carrier is the human being who has the myth sequence, hey, it's really hard to make it clear to you for a while, it's too complicated. ”

Xia Mingwei silently stared at the four slowly forming giant figures behind the Buddha, and his remaining left eye was only enough to see the jackal-headed giant in cloth clothes on the far left.

"Anyway, Shamingway, welcome to the Tomb of the Dreamer, and then we're going to meditate together." Naxiu said, suddenly changing his words: "Lied to you." In fact, you kid is finished, and you, like Aamir Khan, will soon be turned into wood! It's pathetic. ”

"What did you say and why?" Xia Mingwei asked dumbfoundedly.

"Because you brought that black monkey back to this world, it is the most hated thing of the Buddha, how could the Buddha let you go?"

"I didn't!" Xia Mingwei defended, "I don't even know what the black monkey you are talking about!" ”

"No, you have." Nasius said lightly, "Before you died, you created a mythical carrier, and the sequence of that mythical carrier was supposed to be Prometheus, but your resentment attracted the divine consciousness of the black monkey scattered in the universe, so the divine consciousness of the black monkey defeated Prometheus and entered the mythological sequence instead of it." ”

"I don't understand what you're talking about...... Xia Mingwei's voice trembled, his pupils contracted, he only knew that he seemed to be in trouble, and he would turn into wood at any time!

"That monkey is called 'Black Goku.'" Naxiu gloated and said, "It is looking for the Buddha in the parallel universe, and the mythological sequence you created was taken advantage of by Black Goku's divine sense, so the mythical carrier you created became 'Black Goku'." It's just that the little divine consciousness that Black Goku resides in the mythological sequence is still sleeping, but it is slowly waking up, and sooner or later it will lead Black Goku's body into this world. ”

"Black Wukong......" Xia Mingwei repeated the name dumbfoundedly, "then what do I have to do?" What do you have to do with the rainbow god, she is still in this world. ”

"You can't do anything because you're dead."

"I can't die yet." Xia Mingwei grabbed Naxiu's collar with his broken arm, "I have to get out, Naxiu, you have to help me." ”

"Even if you say that, we can't break the rules set by the Buddha." Naxiu sighed.

"Please!"

"So, I have a way." Naxiu suddenly hooked the corners of his mouth.

"How?" Xia Mingwei was shocked, as if he had seen the dawn.

"Have you seen these four mythical carriers?" Naxiu twisted his head.

Xia Mingwei also turned his head and stared at the jackal-headed giant on the far left: "It's ...... What are they called? ”

"They are the gods of ancient Egypt." "From left to right, are Anubis, the god of death and death, Ra, the god of the sun, Osiris, the god of Hades, and Seth, the god of deserts and storms. ”

"What do I have to do?"

"They are the fantasy of the Indian kid Aamir Khan just now, and they will be going to the real world in a while, you can follow them to the real world, so that you can leave the tomb of the visionary."

"Follow them......" Xia Mingwei swallowed a mouthful of water, his throat was so dry that it was about to tear, "What if the Buddha finds out?" ”

"You will live forever without liberation, and you will be in endless suffering." Naxiu said quietly.

Xia Mingwei was silent for a long time, he thought back to his family, he thought back to the town, he thought back to the fiery red giant who destroyed the town.

He wondered what was going on in his hometown...... At the same time, he also wants to prevent the mythical carrier he created from bringing Black Goku to this world and redeeming the mistakes he made.

"I must get out of here......" he said slowly.

"Actually, I have another idea that can make you less risky, after all, if you just keep this half-dead body and go out, won't you burp?" Naxiu smiled.

"What thoughts?" Shamingway asked.

Naxiu leaned close to Xia Mingwei's ear and whispered, "Abandon your current mutilated body, then choose one of the four mythical carriers, enter its body, and play it, so as to cover the ears and eyes of the Buddha, so that you can live in the real world for a few more years." ”

"Be ...... it"

"yes, what do you think of the idea?"

"Okay, I'll listen to you, Nassi."

"But listen." Naxiu said slowly, "If you really do this, you have already violated the rules of the Tomb of the Dreamer, and once the Buddha finds out that you are still in the world, then your fate will be miserable, and you may even beg to die." ”

"Hmm." Xia Mingwei nodded, his gaze determined.

"After that, you have to play the chosen mythical carrier and take every step of the way, otherwise once the Buddha sees the clues, then you are finished."

"I know, Nasha."

"Then make a choice," Naxiu smiled, "Anubis, Ra, Osiris, Seth, which mythical carrier do you prefer?" ”

Xia Mingwei raised his blood-stained cheeks, his eyes swept over the four mythical carriers, and finally landed on the body of the tiger and wolf-headed giant.

"I choose Anubis."

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