Chapter 51: Dream within a Dream

In fact, from the moment Mo Junfan spoke to me, I was already sure that he was fake.

Mo Junfan is an extremely socially anxious person and would never talk that much. Only when facing An Xiaowei would he talk more involuntarily.

Perhaps even An Xiaowei herself was not aware of this, so the shadow she created was only because Mo Junfan gave her such an impression.

But she didn't know that Mo Junfan had completely different attitudes towards me and her. Maybe she thought that her plan of creating a shadow of "Mo Junfan" to fool me was perfect, but it happened to be a flaw in my case.

The believers surrounded me, gradually narrowing the circle and forcing me to the edge of the stone platform.

I had nowhere to retreat, so I simply climbed onto the stone platform. It was a risky move, but I had no choice but to do it because just now, I saw through the eyes on my arm that there was a twisted barrier-like thing under the stone platform.

This stone platform is most likely an altar, hiding the weakest part of the entire mirror world here. It is absolutely certain that I will see it, but the exit is pressed by the stone platform. If I want to break it open, I have to destroy the stone platform first.

God knows what material this stone platform is made of.

I have to say, these charlatans are quite sinister.

However, I now finally understand why they have been dealing with me for so long and suddenly organized this dinner party to hook me.

If it is true as they say that I am a vessel sent by God, then there is only one possibility: they can't wait any longer.

This also indirectly shows that the so-called descent from God cannot happen anytime and anywhere. It should require a certain timing, otherwise they would not have done so in so many previous opportunities.

If I still survive and get out, I just need to investigate if there is anything special about this time period, and I can solve a lot of problems.

When the others saw me climbing onto the altar, they all lowered their heads and began to chant.

"With the flesh and blood of the Holy Son, inheriting the soul of the God—"

"He will awaken, He will come—"

"When the heretics are buried, the mountain of corpses will become heaven—"

A sacred yet eerie song resounded throughout the entire sacrificial venue.

The familiar mumbling came again, and the long-lost stirring in my body was happening again, but this time, it was more intense than any previous time.

It wasn't easy standing at the altar. To be honest, I wasn't sure if I could make it.

In the endless pain, I seemed to hear the meaning of the crazy mumbling.

Although I am sure that it is not Chinese at all, or even any language on earth.

I can't describe it in words, but in my mind, some fragmented knowledge or thoughts were instilled into me.

Strange knowledge has increased!

I could feel a force that didn't belong to me trying to take over my body and rob me of my consciousness.

But I have no other choice. This is the last gamble. I must persevere. If I bet right, I can get out of here. If I bet wrong, I will fall into the endless abyss.

I kept meditating on the pattern of cloud and thunder in my mind. Fortunately, it seemed to be of some use and I was able to calm my mind.

But the clarity of my mind also made the pain in my body more real.

I could feel my blood flow quickening, and every inch of my skin was burning with pain, it was unbearable.

My consciousness was about to collapse, and I raised my eyes slightly. Not only An Xiaowei, but also several high-level clergymen had come. They had fanatical joy on their faces and locked their eyes on me.

Seeing their expressions, I suddenly felt rebellious and didn't want to let them get what they wanted.

Success or failure depends on this one move.

In order to prevent myself from being confused by other things, I closed my eyes again. In this endless torrent of pain, I felt that my body seemed to be falling apart and then being softened into a ball by an invisible force. Each cell was tens of thousands of light years away from each other.

I tried to fight against that force. I don't know if it was because I was experienced in this or for some other reason, but I actually managed to suppress that force vaguely.

But that power seemed to have its own consciousness. It no longer swept in like a torrent, but rather in strands, impacting every blood vessel in my body.

I simply relaxed my tense nerves and tried to let a little bit of that power seep in. Then I concentrated my mind, felt that power, and merged some of my original power with the power that did not belong to me.

In an instant, the mumbling became louder and clearer, making it almost impossible for me to maintain my sanity.

Damn it, this step is too risky, I'm afraid I really have to send it this time...

A second before I completely lost consciousness, I heard a sound like glass breaking.

The next second, everything returned to nothingness.

…

A familiar smell lingered at the tip of my nose, and my consciousness gradually returned. What came into view was the ceiling of my room. It was not the one in the church, but the one in the dormitory of the Investigation Bureau.

As if waking up from a nightmare, I jumped out of the bed and looked around.

Familiar furnishings, familiar configuration, am I... back?

Just as I breathed a sigh of relief, there was a knock on the door.

"Can I come in?" It was Chen Yubing's voice.

"Here I come."

I agreed, got out of bed and opened the door, but I still felt a little weak as I walked.

Seeing me like this, Chen Yubing frowned slightly and asked worriedly, "Are you feeling better?"

Chen Yubing stood at the door, her expression as cold as usual, but there was a hint of worry in her eyes as she looked at me.

I held my forehead and sat back on the bed, still feeling a little dazed.

It was as if all the previous experiences were just nightmares I had when I was overly nervous.

I shook my head, trying to get rid of the remaining confusion, and looked around my room and muttered:

"I'm back?"

Even though I said that, I was still a little confused about the situation.

"Of course, this is the Investigation Bureau, it's safe."

Chen Yubing said something comforting, then walked in, poured me a cup of warm water from the kettle and handed it to me.

"Maybe drinking some water will help."

"Thank you."

I reached out to take the cup she handed me, and my fingers touched the back of her hand. The touch was clear and unmistakable, leaving no room for doubt.

The tightly taut string in my chest suddenly relaxed.

I took the cup and was about to drink it when Chen Yubing's image was reflected in the water. At this moment, she was giving me a strange smile.

!!!

I subconsciously threw the cup in my hand away, and the glass shattered. The warm water in the cup spilled onto the ground and flowed towards me.

Chen Yubing tilted his head, but the smile was still frozen on his face.

"You thought you had left, didn't you?"

"You're wrong. You'll never leave here."

Then, the entire scene collapsed and shattered like a mirror, and the fragments rushed towards me and swallowed me up.

…………

I woke up from my dream again, covered in cold sweat, soaking my hair and back.

I was still in my room in the Bureau's dormitory.

At this time, the door was knocked again.