He took a deep drag on his cigarette, letting the smoke swirl in his lungs for a moment before exhaling.
Looking at the stars in the sky, I pondered and carefully recalled the experience from more than ten years ago.
But too much time has passed.
Even though it left a deep impression at the time, many details inevitably became blurred.
Even in the dream I just had, a large part of it was missing. For example, of the three-day visit, only the airport scene, the first time I spoke to the leader in the car, and the shooting incident in front of the memorial hall were relatively clear in the dream.
And in the repeated recollections, the impressions from the dream also showed signs of gradually fading.
By the time he finished his third cigarette, Li Liwen had begun to conclude that it was just a dream.
Li Liwen can distinguish between reality and illusion; he cannot focus too much on a dream, nor is he a religious believer.
Li Liwen stubbed out his cigarette, opened the door and went back inside, intending to continue sleeping, but a strange thought struck him.
As if possessed, I picked up some banknotes from the table and, using the lit phone screen on the bedside table, wrote a few lines in small print.
The above contains only a few fragmented key paragraphs.
"An important visit in 1999," "Seven or eight mysterious compatriots (of Asian descent)," "A mysterious man waving a fist outside the memorial hall (liquid splattered in the air)."
After writing this, Li Liwen lay back on the bed and fell into a deep sleep within minutes.
...
By this time, the Baku had already eaten all the nightmares.
But clearly, simply consuming nightmares was far from enough to meet its current enhancement needs, so countless dream ribbons began to be devoured.
Wu You felt as if he was witnessing a bizarre world gradually losing its color.
In the end, all that remained was a slightly distorted, illusory world.
This night was destined to be a dreamless one for Qiantang and the surrounding area.
"Hiccup~~~~~"
A peculiar burp sounded, and Wu You saw his own face with his eyes closed.
Exiting observation mode, I saw that the Baku had returned to the back of its house.
His appearance is almost exactly the same as before he transformed into an immortal.
System notification: Dream Eater Di Yan has successfully completed its mortal transformation.
Alchemical creature: Dream Eater, Name: Di Yan
Talents: Dream Power, Dream Transformation, Dream Control
Abilities: Dream Consumption, Dream Creation, Dream Control, Dream Beast Skills, Mental Interference
Basic rating: Intermediate Silver (can be trained, requires Transcendent Energy materials)
System Description: This is a strange beast that travels between reality and fantasy.
Yes, Silver Intermediate, as expected.
Wu You took out his special notebook and wrote down that a level four alchemical creature's first transformation into a mortal was generally classified as a mid-level silver.
He tapped the pen twice on the notebook, then looked up at the Baku.
Let's also help Old Man Bai sort out his family relationships first.
Based on the address provided by Lu Xian, the Dream Eater quickly located the whereabouts of Bai Yanxi's youngest son and his wife in another dimension of the world.
Wu You called out into the house.
"Hey you, the one surnamed Sa, didn't you want to act?"
Salaso, who had already cleaned the toilet six times without taking a break, immediately became as if he had taken a mixture of fertilizer and stimulants.
It darted out from the shadow of the eaves behind it in 0.1 seconds.
I almost got slapped by the dream-eating tapir in the air.
...
While couples like Bai Dongli and his wife Gu Mei may not be common in China, they certainly exist in a significant number.
However, the two of them went a bit too far than most people.
Regarding the care of the elderly, we used to really just let them fend for themselves.
After Bai Yanxi's dramatic turnaround, he couldn't wait to cling to someone powerful.
It simply demonstrates the utmost importance of self-interest to the fullest extent.
Today, the two of them really got angry during their argument during the day; in fact, they get really angry every time they argue.
That's why the argument looks so realistic.
But inevitably, even though they knew it was all fake, they still wouldn't give each other a pleasant look before going to bed at night.
They went to bed early at 9 p.m. and are now gradually drifting into a well-woven dream.
"Thump... thump... thump... thump..."
A strange sound came, like something heavy hitting the ground.
"Hey, you surnamed Bai, wake up! You surnamed Bai, you dead pig!"
Gu Mei pinched Bai Dongli's ear hard.
"Hey hey hey...you shrew!"
Bai Dongli was woken up from his sleep by his wife, and he was quite annoyed.
I rubbed my left ear hard, but it still ached slightly.
That gossipy woman is ruthless! She must be getting revenge for losing the argument during the day.
"Stop arguing! Listen to what's that sound!"
Although Gu Mei spoke to Bai Dongli with a fierce tone, she was actually a little scared and sought courage from her husband.
"What sound? I didn't hear it."
Bai Dongli hadn't even finished speaking.
"Thump... thump... thump... thump..."
The voice Gu Mei had just heard appeared again, and it seemed...
Getting closer!
"Master...Master...did you hear me?"
When she was truly scared, Gu Mei didn't care about being assertive or not, and directly called on Bai Dongli to take charge.
Bai Dongli was in no better shape than Gu Mei at this moment.
"Could it be a thief?"
He said uncertainly, and got out of bed to pick up a kettle from next to the TV cabinet.
"Thump... thump... thump... thump..."
The sound continued to approach, moving from the house into the interior, from the entryway into the living room.
There wasn't a sound of the door opening or closing, or footsteps.
Apart from the persistent "thump-thump" sound, the couple could not hear any other noise.
The couple's hair stood on end, and goosebumps covered their entire bodies.
Even the top of my head felt like it had been hit by several static shocks, and I couldn't help but shiver twice.
The two listened to the eerie sound, each step feeling like a footstep on their hearts, so frightened they forgot to call the police.
The sound didn't stop; they could tell it was coming straight towards their bedroom.
It's coming in!
The thought flashed through their minds.
Just as the "thump-thump" sound seemed to be about to burst into the room.
"Clatter"
Gu Mei turned on the main light and bedside lamp in the room.
As a result, the suffocating "thump-thump" sound really disappeared.
"call..."
The two of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, but then realized that they had been a little paranoid.
"Maybe it's some kind of renovation work being done in the middle of the night..."
Bai Dongli said this.
"If you put it that way, it seems like the 8th floor is being renovated these past few days, and they've even received complaints about disturbing the neighbors' rest."
"Oh, I see. Then it must be true. Let's not scare ourselves..."
The two of them forced themselves to find some reason to comfort each other.
Surprisingly, the psychological suggestion did have some effect, and the two gradually calmed down.
Bai Dongli put down the kettle and lay down on the bed.
"Go to bed early, it's so late."
Gu Mei glanced at the electronic alarm clock beside her bed.
"It's exactly three o'clock, I can still sleep for a few more hours."
"Turn off the lights, they're too bright for your eyes."
Gu Mei muttered a couple of things to herself, then stopped talking and reached for the light switch by the bed.
"Pat, pat..."
Several switches were pressed, and the bedroom was plunged into darkness once again.
They had just lain back down on the bed, and the light had just been turned off, so their eyes were still open.
Bai Dongli was lying on his side facing the door when he suddenly noticed two pairs of feet, one white and one black, by the door.
His body froze instantly.
Feeling a chill run down my spine, I looked up and shifted my gaze upwards.
Two figures dressed in ancient robes, one black and one white, were looking at him with a half-smile.
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