"I wonder what you will burn for me tonight.”
Recalling the girl selected by Gu Ling, Yang Shou lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
It wasn't that he was nervous.
It was a sense of excitement and anticipation.
Ever since he dreamed of Zhao Maimai, his life had changed too much.
Even though he couldn't tell whether these changes were good or bad in a short period of time, Yang Shou could at least confirm one thing.
He quite liked Zhao Maimai.
After an unknown period of time, a gentle female voice sounded in his ear again, calling out to him softly.
Yang Shou opened his eyes with a smile and found that he was not in the cemetery, but in his own room.
It wasn't Zhao Maimai who called him, but Reba who was lying on top of him.
"Brother Yang, the sun is shining on your butt. It's time to get up.”
He slept through the night without dreaming?
It didn't seem like Zhao Maimai's personality.
He must have been delayed by something.
Yang Shou woke up listlessly. He suddenly felt that there was nothing to do for the day.
Cao Cao woke up, ate, and brought the two girls around the city for a day before returning to bed to sleep with them.
The second night.
The third night.
The fourth night.
……
He didn't dream of Zhao Maimai for a few days.
Yang Shou sat up straight from the bed with a serious expression.
This situation was definitely not right.
That silly girl was not someone who would give up easily.
He had promised to sweep the graves, so why hadn't he shown up for so many days?
However, after calculating the time, the strange instance dungeon would officially descend after tonight.
Obviously, it was not because of some strange problem.
Was he delayed by something else?
Did they encounter any danger?
Yang Shou was worried, but fortunately, compared to before, he was not powerless.
In the novels and comics that Zhao Maimai had sent over a few days ago, many of the abilities were not systematic and could not be used for the time being.
However, some of them had completely turned into his foundation after a few days of digestion.
For example, a world that could stop time.
For example, the one he was going to use now.
It was an ability called Nightmare.
Borrowing the power of strangeness, one could form a connection with others through the dream realm and become the master of the dream realm.
When the ability was unleashed to the extreme, it could even turn dreams into reality, and reality into dreams.
It was a very terrifying ability, and it was just right for this moment.
Yang Shou himself was strange.
He had always been connected to Zhao Maimai in the dream.
The only problem now was that the world where Ping An District was located was very strange.
He wondered if he could break through the limitations of the world and use the Nightmare's ability to affect the real world.
"We'll know once we try."
Yang Shou closed his eyes and smiled.
Zhao Maimai had always been the one who entered his dream.
Now, he tried to enter Zhao Maimai's dream.
It would probably scare the little girl.
……
Tired.
He was getting more and more tired.
Zhao Maimai's mental state had become very bad for the past two days.
On the one hand, it was because he was busy.
The official organization of the Flaming Dragon Kingdom was to appease the people. The scale was very large and the momentum was even greater.
In just a few days, he had participated in countless activities and interviews.
On the other hand, he didn't know why.
He had clearly slept well in the hotel room. Other than the blood-colored world that he was used to, there was nothing unusual.
However, when she woke up the next day, she felt exhausted and even worse off.
"No matter what, we have to hold on for another day. We can return to the Jing Hai the day after tomorrow.”
"At that time, I can go and sweep Brother Yang's grave.”
The officials had already informed them that tomorrow was the last day of the event.
If there was nothing else, the celebrities were allowed to leave.
Zhao Maimai couldn't wait any longer.
However, she also knew that her last day would not be so good.
This was because tomorrow would be the day when the Strange Instance Dungeon would officially descend.
It was unknown how many people would be randomly drawn into the instance dungeon.
How many people would come out alive?
Zhao Maimai's heart was heavy, but she knew that she was just an ordinary person. At most, she was just a little famous.
Even if he didn't want to see all of this, he couldn't change anything.
It was useless to think too much.
He could only take it one step at a time.
After all, she wasn't some deviant.
He dragged his tired body back to the hotel.
After passing through the long and depressing corridor, he stopped at the door of Room 404 and opened the door.
A gust of cold air assaulted his face.
Vaguely, he seemed to hear whispers.
However, when he listened carefully, he could not hear anything.
Zhao Maimai only felt that her ears were ringing from exhaustion, so she didn't take it to heart.
She put down her belongings, removed her makeup, and lay on the bed, ready to sleep.
He was really too tired.
He didn't want to do anything.
Sleepiness surged and he quickly fell asleep.
The familiar blood-colored world and the familiar corpses.
Zhao Maimai, who was dreaming of all this, breathed steadily and didn't react.
Time passed by.
The night gradually darkened.
When the clock on the wall pointed to midnight.
The interior of Room 404 began to change rapidly.
The furniture, appliances, and all kinds of hotel decorations disappeared one by one.
Along with it was a simple writing desk and a double-decker student bed.
The walls were mottled and dilapidated, and the floor was a dark cement floor that seemed to be forever stained with some kind of oil.
The dim moonlight shone into the ten-person dormitory, illuminating eleven figures.
"Brother Yang?"
Zhao Maimai mumbled as if she was dreaming of Yang Shou. Then, she turned around and continued to sleep.
The bunk bed shook and creaked in the dark night.
Strange things descended.
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