Chapter 335 Before Burning Out
"An Ming, you are finally here."
March 7th stood next to a big eyeball and waved his hand, then sighed deeply.
After meeting the Clock Boy with Xing, they were brought to the Dream Shop by Old Sambo who appeared out of nowhere, but if they wanted to experience the dream bubbles, they needed to search for various materials in Pinocchio's dream.
San Yueqi feels like he has been experiencing a similar process since the space station, that kind of pain of forcing you to run around the entire map in order to extend the length of the mission.
Whenever he encountered such a situation, Sanyueqi couldn't help but shout: "Help me, Mr. Teleport Anchor!"
How can people survive in a world without teleportation?
“Whose dream is this?”
An Ming had some impression, but considering that the script had already collapsed at Elio's grandmother's house, he still looked at the big eyes and asked.
"Welcome to the Dream Store, fellow Star Train pioneers. You can decide for yourself whose dream you want to enter."
Dr. Edward looked at An Ming with interest.
"How many times is okay?" Fu Xuan raised a malicious smile, and the look in his eyes as he looked at An Ming was filled with the terrifying meaning of "If all your dreams are about having a harem, then die!"
An Ming was really sweating profusely now. After all, the reason why dreams are called dreams is mainly because they can realize impossible dreams.
Otherwise, who would dream? If you don’t even dare to dream about things that you don’t dare to do in normal times, then what’s the point of dreaming!
"Hey~ I want to see it!" Xing's face was full of an eager smile. Anyway, it was okay as long as they didn't see her dreams, otherwise everyone would know that she was opening blind boxes in trash cans in her dreams.
San Yueqi's cheeks turned slightly red. Fortunately, no one was interested in her dream. The main reason was that she was afraid of dreaming about some indescribable delusional content. If she was seen by everyone, she would be socially dead on the spot.
How will she stay on the train from now on?
"I want to see it too~"
Liuying smiled, completely blocking An Ming's last way of retreat. After all, no one could say no to Liuying's smile.
An Ming was a little amused and helpless. He should not have come to find Xing and the others. No wonder Xing included a silly emoticon "Ahahahaha" at the end of her private message to him.
"Then read my dreams."
"Of course sir, I will make you a personalized dream bubble, with a simple explanation like the dream you are still lingering on but cannot recall after waking up."
Dr. Edward's eyes began to move again, and after receiving the materials handed over by Xing, he began to make dream bubbles.
"What if I didn't dream?" An Ming touched his head. He felt that he hadn't had many dreams recently. Would it count if he dreamed of being stabbed to death by Fu Xuan with a hatchet? Then wouldn't everyone have to experience the Shura Field together?
Well, it’s a super-realistic Shura Field VR game, right?
"Generation completed. Please place your forehead on the dream bubble and close your eyes tightly. I wish you a pleasant dream."
Soon the dream bubble appeared in front of everyone. Fu Xuan was unwilling to wait for even a second and was the first to feel the dream bubble enter An Ming's dream.
Xing showed a sly smile, "It's great to be able to experience the feeling of Shura Field without dying~!" She had actually wanted to try Shura Field for a long time, but due to the preciousness of life, she could only try it at this time.
If it were real, you would die if you tried.
"Then let's go in too."
March 7th was a little nervous, but curiosity still played a bigger role.
The last one was naturally Liuying. She smiled and kissed An Ming's cheek, then said gently: "No matter what kind of dream it is, as long as it's you, it's fine."
"Good night, Yingbao."
An Ming pinched Liuying's cheek, smiled bitterly for a moment, and then entered his own dream.
Extremely familiar - drowning in the deep sea, with hands unable to touch the surface of the sea, only able to see bubbles rising up on both sides, and finally the color of the sky becoming darker and darker until falling into a deeper abyss.
This feeling was like the feeling of a simulation loading, giving An Ming a subtle sense of familiarity.
"time..."
“It’s sad and fleeting.”
The mysterious female voice sounded again. An Ming tried to open his eyes in the water, but he could not see anything clearly.
"Black Swan?"
"Shhh."
Black Swan's gentle voice came softly, and An Ming could only feel the index finger pressing lightly on his lips, signaling him not to continue trying to open his eyes.
"Life, again and again, plunges into darkness with that insignificant life."
"May you be able to see the light at the end before you burn out."
At least, she could still do some of it.
In this abyss soaked in memories, in this small corner where God will never look down—
To find your original self.
...
...
Before Fu Xuan opened his eyes, the first thing he felt was the scorching heat, the kind of heat wave that surged into his nose.
"Where is this...?"
She was stunned for a long time, walked to the somewhat familiar table, and picked up the piece of paper on it.
Don’t go
The handwriting looked familiar, it was her handwriting.
Fu Xuan only felt that his steps were extremely heavy, as if he was dragging a thousand-pound burden forward. The surrounding scenery gradually became familiar. This was Taibusi.
The moment she pushed open the door, a scorching heat wave swept over her, but it did not cause any harm.
This is just a dream.
Inside the wreckage-strewn Taibusi, there stood Trash Cans holding Cloud Rider spears, surrounded by three upright silver ticket stubs, talking about something.
"This is...?"
Fu Xuan felt more and more confused. What kind of dream was An Ming having? Although it had nothing to do with the harem, it was still too inexplicable.
She leaned forward and saw what was written on the ticket stub: Go where you want to go, meet who you want to meet, and leave behind memories that belong to you.
"Star Track Pass?"
Another voice suddenly sounded nearby. Fu Xuan saw Xing rushing to the ticket stub figurine at some point and looking around curiously, finally revealing a somewhat disappointed expression.
"Tsk, it's not a trash can. How tasteless."
Xing had a disdainful expression on his face. When he saw Fu Xuan, he waved enthusiastically, "Have you seen Liuying and Sanyueqi?"
Fu Xuan shook his head. The Dharma Eye had lost most of its effect in the dream. "There are only you and me here, and these passes..."
What a strange dream.
"You're finally here."
"Nice to meet you, the one who wanders in the abyss."
The wise old man's voice came from behind the three Star Track Pass figurines, and Fu Xuan was able to discover that at the end of the wreckage, there stood a golden ticket figurine holding a green sword.
"Oh my god, these are special tickets for Star Tracks!" Xing was also a little confused, "I've never seen An Ming like these things before?"