The vague and strange space just now suddenly turned into a winding old street. The smell of blood wafting from all directions was mixed with a very faint fragrance of tung flowers. It suddenly became the city where Ajin had lived for more than 20 years.

The weather was gloomy and depressing, with dark clouds piling up overhead. It seemed as if the end of the world was approaching, and there was not a single ray of light to be seen.

Ajin recognized it at a glance. This was the Xicheng District, which was called a "slum" by other districts.

But the Xicheng District in front of me had been transformed into a scene of ruins after what had happened. Corpses could be seen everywhere, with faces distorted and death in miserable states. Yin energy had begun to gather on these corpses, and it looked like they were about to turn into ghosts.

A faint cry was heard in the air, very quietly, as if the cry was afraid of being discovered by something.

The few houses standing in the ruins didn't even dare to turn on the lights, the doors and windows were closed, and there was a dead look on their faces.

The streets were deserted, with no pedestrians to be seen. It took a long time before a lame stray cat passed by.

Ajin didn't hesitate, he drew out his dagger and stabbed the nearest corpse, interrupting the spell.

Who would have thought that the dagger would actually go straight through the head of the corpse, making a crisp clanging sound on the ground and curling on the spot.

His hand went straight through without any hindrance, as if it was fighting with the air.

Huh? Jin was a little confused.

Can't touch it? That shouldn't be the case!

The ability of the "Nightmare Banshee" is to create dreams. Ajin guessed that this was most likely her dream world.

These strange illusions love to play with the five senses that humans are used to, from the tall buildings standing in the distance to the blades of grass and trees on the roadside. The more false the existence is, the more it desires reality. They are keen to make people sink deeper and deeper into illusions and unable to extricate themselves.

But in this dream, the vision, smell and hearing are all very real, but the sense of touch is completely messed up, giving people a very fragmented physical sensation.

Such a crude illusion... It was the first time that Ajin had seen it, and it was even not as good as some VR experience centers that could simulate the feeling of impact.

Apart from the blood that wet the soles of his shoes at the beginning, everything that Ajin touched afterwards seemed like a ball of intangible air.

You can see it, smell it, and hear it, but you can't touch it.

He was like a spectator, an outsider, clearly aware that this was not the real world.

Some of the dead bodies along the way stood up from the ground and walked towards scattered buildings in extremely twisted postures. Some were covered with black mist. A ball of black mist screamed and rushed towards the outside of Xicheng District, but was blocked by a golden barrier when it rose into the air.

Cursed object? Has Xicheng District fallen?

Ajin frowned. The official had covered the entire area, making it impossible for the weirdness around it to leave.

Such an approach would mean completely abandoning Xicheng District and turning it into a silent forbidden zone.

Those who were able to leave the West District have already fled, and the rest cannot leave.

What happened in Tonghua City in the dream that made the authorities make such a drastic decision?

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of me.

Ajin was stunned. That bearded face turned out to be himself?

How come I ended up in Xicheng District alone?

He followed subconsciously.

The figure was thin and wrapped in a dark gray windbreaker. From a distance he looked like a lifeless ghost, but he walked very fast.

Ajin was out of breath and followed himself in the dream to a cemetery.

The cemetery is desolate, with cold tombstones standing scattered around.

Ajin followed "himself" around and around, and finally stopped in front of a tombstone.

A ghostly figure stood in front of the tombstone, with his dry eyes staring at the dark tombstone for a long time without moving. Ajin followed his gaze and looked over.

The tombstone stood in a corner where no one cared about it. There was no name or photo on it.

The area in front of the monument was empty and deserted. Compared to the withered bouquets and rotting offerings next to it, this place seemed completely forgotten.

Ajin stood beside the thin figure, took a close look at the contents on the tombstone, and his expression became embarrassed.

There were two big characters written on it: "carve a stele".

Um.

Which company's lobby manager was kidnapped?

Wait, Jin stared at the number and it looked more and more familiar.

Suddenly his expression changed.

This is!

Before he could blurt out the words, his self in the dream suddenly moved, reached into his windbreaker and kept groping, as if looking for something. After a long while, he finally took out a trembling little flower from his arms.

This flower was not fresh, and looked like one that had been stolen from a vase. Most of the petals had fallen off on the way here, and the exposed wrist was bony and covered with purple pinholes. Ajin saw clearly that under his windbreaker he was wearing a hospital gown with the name of a mental hospital written on the chest.

"Boss, I'm here to see you."

The voice was hoarse and dry, as if it had not spoken for a long time.

"I asked a lot of people I knew before, and they all said they had never heard of the name 'Ying Huai'."

"Why did you completely disappear from the world after sleeping?"

"I can't find it online, nor in the rankings, nor in the archives... I can't find it anywhere. How can it be gone?"

"You said that as long as someone still remembers you, you won't really die, but what if the whole world forgets?"

"They injected me with drugs, saying that I was contaminated by the weird. They tore up my diary and prevented me from carving words on my hands, forcing me to forget you as well."

The voice chuckled, somewhat smugly, "So I hid you here. Whenever I see your phone number, I'll remember it."

The voice suddenly lowered again, "If only Old Xue and the others were still here, they would definitely remember..."

Ajin stared at the phone number.

There’s no mistake… This is the boss’s cell phone number!

The thin figure muttered a lot of words, some of which were confusing and the word order was disordered.

Then he took out a very old cell phone from his pocket, which he had picked up from somewhere, and started calling that number frantically.

But no matter how many times I dialed, the answer from the other end was always "The number you dialed is unavailable..."

Ajin looked at the other party's stubborn look in a trance, and suddenly thought of a sentence he saw a long time ago.

——"Death is not the real end, forgetting is."

Soon, the familiar sound of sirens sounded.

Hear the police