I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Song Guicheng opened his eyes, but saw nothing. The darkness seemed to stagnate in the air. The room was too quiet, and only his heartbeat could be heard. He felt a chill in his heart for some reason. The faint light flickered outside the window, but it failed to dispel the panic spreading in the air.

He was sure that there must be something watching him. That thing was lurking in the dark silently, staring at him with cold and greedy eyes, but it could not get close to him or attack him. All that was left was that pair of malicious eyes, which passed over him stickily.

Song Guicheng thought of the "monsters" that Cangmu mentioned. She didn't say clearly what those monsters were, but this kind of prying gaze should be related to monsters. Jing He also said that there was a special formation in this yard to prevent dangerous invasions.

It seems that thing cannot come in, otherwise it would definitely be more than just a simple look.

Song Guicheng closed his eyes and continued to sleep, thinking to himself, go ahead and look, it won’t cost you anything.

Soon Song Guicheng fell asleep, but this time he did not sleep well and he kept dreaming.

The dream was all black and white, like the picture played on an old TV, blurry and heavy, flickering from time to time. He could hear the sound of water, gurgling, and he felt himself swaying in the water for a few times. He heard vague human voices, as if someone was arguing or crying. The voice was a little familiar, but his thoughts were hazy and he couldn't remember who it was.

Gradually, he found it increasingly difficult to breathe, as if someone had forcibly severed his connection with life and thrown him into the deep waters of death. He wanted to shout for help, but his mouth could not open.

The futile struggle took place in silence. He curled up into a ball, unable to even wave his hands. He could only quietly feel his breathing becoming weaker and weaker, and his heartbeat becoming slower and slower.

Song Guicheng fell into endless darkness, powerlessly waiting for the fall of life. The water was getting deeper and colder. However, on his way down, he saw a faint light, so faint and yet so bright.

He almost exploded with all his strength, and all his will to survive was mobilized at the last moment and gathered at his fingertips. He tore open the sticky arms, spread open the connected fingers, shook off the heavy burden, and tried his best to grab it.

Song Guicheng woke up suddenly and it was bright outside.

He touched his forehead and found that there was not a drop of sweat between his hair. But the dream was a little too real. He was not a spectator of the dream, he was the person in the dream. It seemed that it was not a dream, but reality.

Song Guicheng took a few breaths in shock, poured himself a glass of water and took a few gulps. When he looked at the time, it was almost six o'clock, but it was already bright outside.

It seems that the day breaks very early here. If calculated based on the normal day and night time, this world is in summer, but it does not feel hot at all.

He touched the clothes he washed last night and they were all dry. Song Guicheng breathed a sigh of relief. At least he didn't have to wear a skirt during the day.

After changing his clothes, he looked in the mirror and found that his face was terribly pale. All the blood color was drained away by last night's nightmare. Even his lips were covered with a layer of white film. However, his light brown eyes became even more transparent and crystal clear, like two precious ambers inlaid on a white wall.

Song Guicheng opened the door and saw Cangmu waiting outside. She squatted under the eaves, gently stroking Xiaohua who was standing proudly. When she heard the voice, she immediately turned around and said, "Good morning, brother."

"Good morning." Song Guicheng waved at her.

Cangmu came to take him to have breakfast. The formation here was complicated and could not be mastered by outsiders, so the little girl had been acting as Song Guicheng's guide.

Footsteps sounded on the silver-white path, and the breeze was cool and pleasant. Song Guicheng asked Cangmu: "Is the weather here always like this?"

Cangmu nodded and said, "Yes, it has always been like this."

"No spring, summer, autumn and winter?" Song Guicheng was surprised.

This time it was Cangmu who felt strange: "Yes, of course there is. The priests will tell us when the seasons change. It is said that a long time ago, the climate also changed with the seasons. That was also a gift from Daiyana. The scenery on the mountain is different throughout the year. There are flowers in spring, evergreens in summer, leaves in autumn, and snow in winter..."

As she spoke, an expression of longing emerged on her face, as well as infinite reverence for Daiyana. Although she had never seen a god, her belief in the god had permeated every aspect of her life.

From Cangmu's attitude, we can also know how fanatical the people here are about Laqi Ni Daiyana, but what is rare is that they do not force outsiders to hold the god in the same high esteem as they do.

Song Guicheng's thoughts flew away as Cangmu said this. He deduced from Cangmu's few words that after Wu Zhi disappeared, Siji also disappeared. As for whether this was true, he asked Gao Yu at the breakfast table.