Judging from the handwriting, it belongs to three people. The first two people wrote very sloppily, while the third person wrote a line neatly.

Reaching out to wipe away the dust on the stone wall, Lin Feng searched for some seemingly non-existent writing, walking from one end of the stone wall to the other, and finally found some traces.

"This is not a dream."

A line of handwriting similar to that of Chongyu Peak emerged from behind the dust, slowly entering Lin Feng's field of vision.

After a long while, Lin Feng walked to the three large characters of Chongyu Peak and reached out to forcefully carve a line of words on the stone wall: "Whatever, the first dream world."

Withdrawing his arm, Lin Feng walked to the side and squatted down in the shadows, searching for the elusive feeling of a dream.

It seemed like a long period of being lost. When he opened his eyes again, everything in front of him suddenly disappeared, and he found himself in a forest, with a large, wide sword stuck in front of him.

"Haha, we finally found him!"

A demon wielding a spear appeared beside him, stirring up a gust of wind as he plunged into the dark forest ahead.

"Where is that minotaur who destroyed the forest?"

As he sensed the advancing waves, a thought suddenly popped into Lin Feng's mind and immediately came out as a voice.

"Yes, that minotaur! Quick, we have to kill him before the others!" the demon exclaimed excitedly as he jumped out.

Upon receiving the answer, Lin Feng grabbed his greatsword without hesitation. A thrill of hunting surged within him, urging him to give chase with all his might: "Wait for me!"

"Hahaha, if you're too slow, you'll miss out!" The demon laughed loudly in front of them, then flew up to the treetop and pointed to their right: "Fifty meters."

"good!"

Lin Feng responded, picked up the greatsword in his hand, and slung it over his shoulder.

rush!

His slightly thin body erupted with violent power, and a blood-red force rushed into his heart through his arm, transforming into a raging, demonic aura.

The next instant, Lin Feng saw his target: a minotaur over three meters tall.

"Mountain Collapse Strike!"

A surge of vital energy erupted from his body, enveloping the giant sword as it crashed down through the air.

boom!

The minotaur swung his giant axe backward, delivering an unexpected counterattack that blocked Lin Feng's greatsword.

"Air Slash? A Priest's skill?"

Lin Feng was sent flying by an axe while in mid-air. Before he could fly far, the demons following behind immediately summoned a wave of wind to save him.

"careful!"

Lin Feng had barely steadied himself when, before he could even ponder why a minotaur possessed such a skill, the claw that appeared before his eyes forced him to forget all thought and raise his greatsword to block.

"Tiger attack? Charge?"

Unable to resolve his doubts, the minotaur's round eyes flashed with a hint of savagery. Having missed the protection of the greatsword, he stomped his foot and roared angrily at Lin Feng.

"Trample, war cry."

The two skills left Lin Feng completely powerless. Then, in a daze, some inexplicable memories flashed through his mind. As he exerted force with the greatsword in his hand again: "Ghost Slash!"

With a single sword strike, the minotaur's arm was severed, and a hint of rage flashed in his enormous bull-eye before his neck was pierced by a spear that suddenly appeared.

"Hahaha, well done. I didn't expect it to be a minotaur who stole the skill." The demon walked over with a laugh, pulled the spear from the minotaur's neck, and pulled Lin Feng up from the ground. "Ghost Slash is still more useful, isn't it? Why did you have to learn some berserker skill? You didn't even kill anyone, and you were already scared."

Berserkers fight by relying on the vital energy within their bodies.

"Come on, I'll treat you to a big meal today and give you a good restorative feast!" The demon conjured a hurricane, lightening the weight of the minotaur's corpse, and dragged it back in the direction they had come from, its horns trailing behind.

At this moment, Lin Feng dusted himself off, picked up the giant sword stuck in the ground, and followed without any distraction.

Not long after, the demon walking ahead suddenly asked, "What's wrong? You seem a bit distracted today?"

Lin Feng, who had stepped over a dead tree behind him, replied, "I had a strange dream. I saw a mountain peak that was even higher than Sky City, and many kneeling stone statues."

"Oh? Could it be that you've awakened some kind of talent? I remember many ghost swordsmen in the tavern always have strange dreams." The demon immediately stopped and threw the minotaur's corpse on the ground: "I told you you had the talent of a ghost god. If you could contract a powerful ghost god, we could form our own mercenary group!"

The demon's voice immediately resonated with Lin Feng: Establishing his own mercenary group, fantastic!

"I'll get my talent retested tomorrow!"

"Hahaha, alright, I'll go with you, if... I can wake up." The demon laughed loudly and picked up the minotaur's corpse again.

By the time they returned to the town, it was already dark. Smelling the aroma of food wafting from every household, and having just received a bounty from the guards for the minotaur's corpse, the two rushed eagerly to the tavern.

"Two cups of mare's milk wine!"

The demon opened the tavern door, and before he even entered, his voice had already reached the tavern owner's ears.

"Two more bowls of stewed meat soup!" The word popped into Lin Feng's mind without him being able to recall the specific scene, but he had already said it out loud.

In less than a minute, the proprietress brought them the food they had ordered. Lin Feng and the demon drank it down, and their bodies quickly generated energy, restoring the energy they had used up and the injuries they had sustained on the journey.

After finishing his drink, Lin Feng let out a satisfied burp and leaned back.

"ah..."

Lin Feng stretched lazily, squinting as he enjoyed the comfortable feeling of his shoulders being stretched. Then he slowly opened his eyes and looked at the computer screen that had appeared in front of him.

Dreams are like fleeting thoughts that take him to another world.

"I've been playing games all day without realizing it, and I'm hungry."

Everything that had just happened was replaced by the word "game." The fleeting battle scene was like the sense of loss after finishing something with complete focus, prompting Lin Feng to habitually take out his phone and open the food delivery app.

It's already dark...

Let's listen to some music...

After ordering takeout, Lin Feng dragged the mouse and clicked a few times, after which soft, gentle singing drifted from the speakers.

"Never heard of this one... The voice is really nice, is she a new singer?" Lin Feng clicked the mouse again, and a picture of a female opera singer in red makeup immediately popped up on the screen.

"It's so beautiful."

Lin Feng couldn't help but hum along. Gradually, the song seemed to emerge from his mind, drowning out all other sounds and thoughts, and occupying every corner of his mind.

"Hongling!"

Suddenly the singing stopped, Lin Feng's eyes widened, and his body began to fall, passing through layers of ripples that were impossible to see clearly, and he landed in a carriage piled with straw.

Pain and memories began to flow, and everything around him seemed to be quiet for a few seconds. The moment he raised his head, the surrounding noise immediately rushed into his ears.

"Who are you, and why are you in my carriage!"

clang!

A bell rang out from afar, and Lin Feng couldn't help but look past the crowd surrounding him towards the source of the sound.

Big Ben in Country Y.

"Grab him!"

"Hey, I really don't know who he is."

"Quickly, do it!"

The noise brought Lin Feng back to his senses. A group of men in suits wearing top hats and holding palms surrounded the carriage and reached out to grab him.