Welcome to the world of strange dreams

"Is this the border or the end of the world?" Fu Minghui asked, still unsure.

Luo Zhao had no choice but to reach out and pat the delicate white arms around his neck, "How long are you going to hang on?"

This supernumerary's force value has never increased, but if you ask which company has the best halter technology?

The answer is at hand.

Fu Minghui jumped down nonchalantly, feeling extremely insignificant.

"This is the border." Luo Zhao said with certainty and looked around vigilantly. "You also know that only you can enter the border anytime and anywhere. I can only follow your direction. So..."

His eyes fell on Fu Minghui, "I'm not sure whether people from the nursing home or the mental hospital pulled you in, but it is speculated that it should be the mental hospital."

why?

Obviously, the scenes in this border are so unrealistic that they even create a doomsday world.

A normal person wouldn't be able to do this without logic.

What they usually present is some memory illusion with appeal.

"Will it be troublesome?" Fu Minghui shrank in Luo Zhao's direction and looked at him.

"It will... be very complicated." Luo Zhao considered the words.

After all, the world imagined by people with unstable mental conditions will be special... eclectic, and if it is presented within the boundaries, it must be wonderful.

What the danger is, it is simply impossible to predict.

Moreover, every time Fu Minghui was dragged into the border, he was not a real human being.

But the soul, or energy body.

If you didn't think logically during your lifetime, will you regain your sanity after death? If there is no recovery, what kind of ferocious and horrific picture will be created in the border? So how can we know what their demands are?

He didn't know that this was another new situation.

Luo Zhao was silent, then looked at Fu Minghui and saw that the other party was also looking at him.

In the eyes of the two, the image of each other has never been seen before.

They were all wearing hospital gowns with white background and blue vertical stripes.

Fu Minghui's hospital gown was relatively large, making her particularly fragile and pitiful. Luo Zhao wanted to pick her up and weigh her, fearing that she might seem like a wisp of soul.

Recalling it, I feel relieved again, after all, it was warm and soft against him before...

Luo Zhao, on the other hand, because of his good figure in clothes, no matter what he wears, he looks very good.

Basically, what you wear when you enter the real world is what you wear when you enter the border.

So now, neither of them are wearing shoes.

Luo Zhao is slightly better and has socks.

Looking down, he saw Fu Minghui's white and tender feet standing on the ground covered with rough grass and a few scratches. Luo Zhao hesitated for a moment. In the end, he felt that this was inappropriate and a bit too ambiguous. , or squatted down, took off his socks, and put them on her little feet.

"Don't get hurt," he said.

Still carrying his body temperature, Fu Minghui shivered from being burned.

And his big hands were holding her ankles and soles.

The temperature in the palm of his hand made Fu Minghui feel a tingling sensation that spread from his feet to his whole body. My whole body was feeling hot, as if it had been roasted on a fire.

"Clean." Luo Zhao was a little embarrassed and explained.

Suddenly I thought, would this non-staff member dislike such a personal thing?

But, he has already done it...

"Aren't you afraid of pricking your feet?" Unexpectedly, this was what Fu Minghui asked.

He felt relieved, stood up, tried hard to put away his a little bit of excitement, and returned to business.

"It doesn't matter to me. Just be serious and listen to what's going on around you." He looked into the darkness. "If the danger is too great, you can go out immediately."

"If there is a ghost over there, I would rather stay at the border." Fu Minghui muttered.

It's strange, it's just a pair of socks, why does she feel soft under her feet...

"What did you say?" Luo Zhao didn't hear.

Fu Minghui shook his head, did not answer, and slowly concentrated his mind.

In the beginning, there was no specific sound.

But she just felt like someone was talking, as if there was a vague noise not far away, but it was separated by an invisible barrier, which was not real.

Unable to help herself, she walked forward slowly.

Luo Zhao followed quietly without disturbing her.

A hand was placed on her shoulder, because she had her eyes closed, to guard against her falling into some unknown place.

After a moment, Luo Zhao couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Fu Minghui couldn't see it, but he saw that the wilderness suddenly changed its appearance, as if large thorns were slowly rising from the ground.

However, the thorns seemed to be conscious and gave way to the middle road, which was the path Fu Minghui groped with his eyes closed, without stabbing her.

Suddenly, Fu Minghui stopped.

"Is there a sound?" Luo Zhao couldn't help asking.

Fu Minghui stretched out his index finger and raised it to his lips, indicating that Luo Zhao should be silent.

Luo Zhao listened carefully, but in the wilderness on the border, he heard nothing.

So, is there any inner voice from the soul?

"My husband is coming back soon. We bought this new house. We will plant a jujube tree, an orange tree, and raise some dogs. Ah, I am so happy. This is the life I want."

"Mom! Mom! Help, there are so many monsters. There are so many monsters in the wall. They are about to rush out. Oh, Mom, Mom, help me."

"I want to die, let me die! I want to die so much! Why don't you let me go, these bastards!"

"You are all harmful! If everyone wants to harm me, I will chop you to death! Hack to death, hack to death!"

"Get out of my body! This is my body, get out of here! Don't get out? Don't blame me for being rude!"

"Ah, why is my head cracked? I need to glue it together! Where is the glue?"

"You trash, how do you deserve to be with me? I will leave here soon, and you will die by then! I will always be a bit higher than you, and there is no need to live a despicable life. Burn them all, Being able to contribute to me is of some value!”

"Let go! I will save you! I will protect you!"

All kinds of thoughts, all kinds of voices, men, women, old and young. There is no logic or any rules at all. Some are good, some are evil, some are afraid, and some are beautiful, all mixed together.

Fu Minghui had a severe headache. Although it was just some messages and sounds, she felt that her head was numb from the impact, and then expanded rapidly, making her feel like her head was going to explode.

She really wanted to close the "mind-reading" channel, but her power was not a faucet. She could turn it off if she wanted to, unless she left the boundary immediately.

But subconsciously, she wanted to persist, always thinking she would hear something useful.

"Don't be brave, let's go out first."

Luo Zhao kept observing Fu Minghui's condition, and saw that her complexion quickly turned as pale as snow, cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and her body was trembling slightly, so he had no choice but to interrupt her.

He grabbed Fu Minghui's wrist, but Fu Minghui held his wrist instead with great force, as if he had caught something and asked him to wait.