Fist of Imagination

Liang De didn't care whether Odman woke up or not. His martial arts soul left the brown-haired young man's body and merged with the main body released from the Haina Fantasy.

Liang De held Odman's spirit body, which was kneaded into the size of a curry fish ball, tightly in his left hand. Dozens of gray-black soul tentacles stretched out from his palm and tightly wrapped around the dark yellow spirit fish ball, making it impossible for it to escape.

He used his other hand to exert his natural divine power, fully infusing his true internal energy to present a black currant amber luster on his palm.

The black currant amber-colored natural divine power vibrated at a high speed at the frequency of the Golden Snake Hard and Soft Method, manipulating the air to lock the body of the brown-haired young man on the ground and lift him up.

"Odman Ball, single ball spirit body, possess and merge!"

Liang De shouted and roughly pressed the fish ball spirit body and the brown-haired young man's body together, making them merge into one.

Odman woke up soon after his soul returned to his body. The brown-haired young man's blue eyes were full of panic, and he didn't know what to say to the alien visitor in front of him.

Liang De was too lazy to explain too much. He held down Odman's head and gave him a pair of demonized eagle eyes. Then he took out a pair of mechanical bat wings from the Haina Fantasy Collection and flew Odman, who was screaming in pain, to a height of a thousand meters.

"Open your eyes and look around!"

Liang De used the Golden Snake to control Odman's bones and muscles, making him open his pair of demonized eagle eyes and twist his neck to see the surrounding scene through the telescope in Liang De's hand.

Gobi, Gobi, Gobi.

There are desolate Gobi deserts in all directions.

Thousands of kilometers away, the end of the Gobi is not an oasis or a town, but a dream barrier of fantasy colors.

There is no trace of the border scene of the empire in Odman's memory.

Where is my empire?

Where is my empire as big as mine?

Liang De flapped the mechanical bat wings and hovered in the air. When Odman recovered from his shock, he took him back to the ground.

He used the mysterious energy of the sea of ​​illusion to refine two sofas and a square table, and sat on each side with O'Derman. He picked up the small blue camera hanging around his neck and took a few headshots of O'Derman with bad composition.

"Brother, you also saw it in the sky just now.

This is a dream world, there is nothing but the Gobi Desert.

You are a character in a dream.

Your empire is fake, the earldom is fake, and the whole family and enemies who were wiped out are also fake and have never existed.

There is no blood feud, no desperate journey, and the things you remember are completely fake, which are false memories filled in by the dream world when it creates souls.

Your body is directly constructed by the dream world with earth, water, wind and fire. You are born and raised by nature. You are an orphan without a mother, but not as motherless as you remember. You don't have a mother. Do you understand what I mean?"

Liang De sent a message through consciousness and explained the current situation to O'Derman very kindly.

"Am I a character in a dream?"

O'Derman scratched the armrest of the sofa unconsciously, and his voice was dry.

"Not only you, but they are too."

Liang De pulled down a "Soul of the Other World" from the sky, rubbed an ordinary human body and stuffed it in.

After getting the body, the "Soul of the Other World" was confused for a while, then reached out to hold the copper bottle that did not exist in front of his chest, and then a look of ecstasy appeared on his face, and he shouted in standard Handan dialect: "System!"

Liang De pulled out this "Soul of the Other World" and stuffed it in again. After a few seconds, the "Soul of the Other World" with a Handan accent repeated the previous action again.

"Did you see it? It's fake, a repeater. It's not a complete soul, it has no self-awareness, it's just a pieced-together simple tool soul."

Liang De broke the "Soul of the Other World" apart and crushed the display parts in front of Odman, so that he could see clearly what these "Souls of the Other World" were.

"What about me? Am I also a tool soul?"

At this time, Odman's face was no longer bloody, and his voice was too low to hear.

"You are different from them. You are a complete soul, but you are filled with a lot of false memories."

"Why, why did the people who created us do this?"

Oldman's eyes lit up, and he asked with trembling lips.

"Why? There is no reason for dreaming, I just dreamed.

You should also have false memories of dreaming.

Brother, there is no earth-shattering conspiracy. There is just a powerful existence named 'spasm and pain' who dreamed of being reflected by the sea, and such a dream world was generated on the other side. Objectively speaking, this is a natural phenomenon, and it cannot be blamed on the dreamer.

As for why Mr. 'spasm and pain' dreamed of such a plot, it may be that he has had some opinions on system works for a long time, and he dreams about what he thinks during the day."

Liang De crossed his legs and put the notebook on his thighs. There was a recorder on the table and a fixed camera on a tripod next to the table. He looked like a professional reporter.

"Brother, I have explained the current situation to you. Can you talk about your current feelings in depth?"

"My feelings... who are you?"

"Me? I am just a traveler passing by the boundary, and I came here to collect folk songs."

Liang De saw that Odman didn't understand much, so he slapped Mr. Liang's essence language package on the forehead of the brown-haired young man, and also attached some basic common sense of the essence dream world.

After Odman digested the knowledge transmitted by Liang De through the two-phase communication method, he collapsed on the sofa like a crumpled plastic bag.

What's going on?

I just sent the language package, which did not include my personal life philosophy!

Liang De quickly shook the salted fish Odman, and asked with concern:

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

"At most in twenty days, this world will be destroyed, and I will be destroyed with this world..."

Odman muttered to himself in Chinese, unconsciously with a feeling of aria from the outside.

"God, what is the meaning of my false and short life?"

Liang De was overjoyed. Yes, that's it. This is the feeling of King Wen being imprisoned and performing Zhouyi and Confucius being in distress and writing Spring and Autumn.

As the saying goes, articles hate fate. Brother Odman, you have experienced the ups and downs of life. On an ordinary day, you found that everything in the past was just a lie, and this false world is about to be destroyed, leaving you no time to find the meaning of life.

In the face of such a huge impermanence, your literary soul should burn, burst out the strongest sound that hits the heart, and leave an immortal chapter on the other side of the sea.

I, Liang De, am so lucky to witness the birth of a masterpiece in the Dream World of the True Essence. This trip is really worth it.

Liang De took the pen and paper and stared at Odman who was in deep thought.

This was the calm before the storm. Once he turned his emotions and thoughts into sharp words like swords and gushed out, that was when a serious literary masterpiece was born!

Liang De stared at Odman as he staggered to his feet from the sofa. He saw the brown-haired young man with white skin and blue eyes, full of grief and anger, shouting to the sky:

"Fuck you! Why is it like this!"

Fuck you! Where is the serious literature!