End of ten days

"what happened……?"

Layers of sweat broke out on his forehead, and then he closed his eyes again.

He abandoned all his "beliefs" and told himself over and over in his heart that this was just a dream, that everything was false, that he was just having a nightmare, and that he could return to the real world as soon as he opened his eyes.

But no matter how many times he opened his eyes, he saw this blood-red city in front of him.

Every building in this city is beating, and the eyeballs in the sky are staring at me. Even though the situation is already so weird...but it is still real.

Yes, this is all too real, so real that it breaks my own beliefs at all.

"Damn..." Xiao Cheng stood up tremblingly and looked away blankly, "This is just a dream...let me out..."

He tried his best to shake his belief, but his brain was completely out of control. The most helpless thing in the world was that he clearly knew that he was in a "nightmare", but he had no control over it. No way to wake up from this nightmare.

Xiao Cheng stood there for a while, his eyes flickering, and a thought quietly emerged in his mind -

At this point, it is not that there is no way out, there is only one way out.

Perhaps... only by helping Qi Xia rebuild her psychological defense, can there be a slight chance of being able to escape unscathed...

Xiao Cheng could only comfort himself in his heart. Maybe the city itself was not like this, but was ruined only because it suffered damage from the outside world.

As long as the "source" can be found, maybe everything can be saved.

But in such a big city...where can I find Qi Xia?

What kind of memories is he experiencing in this dream?

Xiao Cheng slowly raised his head and suddenly found that while things were extremely difficult, they were also easier than he imagined.

Not far away, among the houses in the city of Flesh and Blood, there was a window that was shining with a faint light. The rest of the windows in that building were all pitch black, like black holes dug in Flesh and Blood, but only one window in the west building was bright. With.

There seemed to be figures moving inside.

Everyone here seems to be incapable of moving, so it seems that the one who is active must be Qi Xia himself.

Xiao Cheng calmed down and walked slowly towards the residential house.

The people on both sides of the road always stood still, with their faces facing in various directions. No matter how Xiao Cheng moved, there were always a few faces facing him.

Although none of those people had eyes, Xiao Cheng could feel countless eyes falling on him.

The pupils in the sky were also staring at Xiao Cheng's steps. He felt that every step he took was like a performance.

All the "people" in the world are the audience of this performance. They remain motionless and focus on their own steps.

This feeling made Xiao Cheng feel cold all over, as if if he did something wrong, a group of people would immediately pounce on him and kill him.

Under the "watching" of countless people, Xiao Cheng walked forward tremblingly. Although the distance was just over a hundred meters, he felt that he had exhausted all his strength.

Stepping on the slightly elastic and constantly beating ground, Xiao Cheng's legs never obeyed. He finally arrived in front of the residential building. He hurriedly stretched out his hand to hold the door frame of the unit building to take a rest, but in The moment he made contact, he immediately retracted his hand as if he was electrocuted.

It's really weird, these flesh and blood really have warmth.

When Xiao Cheng's cold hands touched the wall, he felt a burst of warmth, which once again gave his fighting spirit a huge shock.

Is the ground floor alive...or is the city alive?

He slowly took a step back and looked up at the unit door in front of him. This unit door was completely made of dark red flesh, like the bloody mouth of some monster. At this time, it was staying here quietly waiting for someone to come. The prey walks in on its own.

If Xiao Cheng had other choices, he would never walk through this door, but the owner of this terrifying dream is inside the door, and he is the source of the solution to all problems.

Xiao Cheng took a deep breath and walked in. The temperature of the air in Western Zhou Dynasty suddenly became a little higher, but Xiao Cheng's back was still wet with cold sweat.

He remembered that the dim light came from a room on the north side of the west wing of the building, and he walked up the stairs from memory.

The stairs gave people an even weirder feeling. Xiao Cheng felt his scalp numb after just walking a few steps.

Although the staircase is also made of flesh and blood, it seems to have bones inside to give the staircase its shape. Every time you step on it, it's like stepping on a piece of spareribs with raw meat. It makes a constant "beep, bab, bab" sound, which makes people unable to even think.

Xiao Cheng resisted the nausea and inner fear, and finally stood at the door of the room in the west building.

Just looking at the security door in front of him, countless questions arose in Xiao Cheng's mind.

Different from the warm and sticky flesh and blood in the Western Zhou Dynasty, this is a common iron security door, and it even has rust stains left over the years.

This iron door seemed to have grown in flesh and blood.

Is there any difference between here... and other places?

Xiao Cheng calmed down and stretched out his trembling hands to knock on the iron door, but he forgot that he was in someone else's dream, and the knocked iron door did not make a sound.

As he said himself, he is not the owner of this dream and has little influence on everything in the dream.

Nowadays even the simplest knock on the door is impossible.

"Hey!" Xiao Cheng could only change his method and shouted at the top of his voice, "Is there anyone?!"

The owner of this dream, Qi Xia, is the entire master of this area, but based on past experience, the owner of the dream often cannot hear or see himself. Maybe he has not mastered the control of "dream", or maybe he Their "belief" is not strong enough, and it is even more difficult to influence them.

While Xiao Cheng was hesitating, a strange sound of footsteps came from behind. He was covered in cold sweat and quickly looked back.

But I saw a young girl dressed in white carrying a plastic bag and walking up step by step on the flesh and blood under her feet. She was different from all the pedestrians on the street. Not only did she have delicate and delicate facial features, her expression also looked a bit... fatigue.

Although Xiao Cheng looked confused, he stepped aside knowingly.

As expected, the girl didn't even look at him. She walked straight to the door of the west building, took out the key from her handbag, and then opened the door.

"Xia, I'm back." the girl asked.

She didn't close the door and walked into the house carrying a few plastic bags.

Seeing that the security door was about to close, Xiao Cheng hurriedly stretched out his hand to pull it, but suddenly remembered that he was in the other person's dream at this time, and could not even complete the subconscious action of opening the door. The closing security door seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and he pulled it by himself. Not even a cent.

So he quickly dodged and got in when the security door was about to close.