Time passed slowly, and a glimmer of light appeared in Lin Feng's eyes. At the same time, Gui Ke, who was beside him, also communicated with the Nine Demon Stars, attracting some familiar auras. Together, they passed through the unknown darkness and found their target.
"Wang Wu, take me to a world!"
Lin Feng quickly got up and went into the house, holding a faint connection in his hand, and came to Wang Wu.
"Okay!" Wang Wu didn't hesitate at all. A smile spread across his simple face as he immediately put away the dragon head and stood up.
A strange energy began to circulate, enveloping the three as they followed the wisp of energy and quickly flew towards the passage that stretched ahead.
The dream world possesses a wondrous ability to perceive; once they communicate with a certain world, a mysterious connection is established between the dream world and that world, drawing the dream world into it.
"What kind of ability is this?" Lin Feng finally asked, voicing his doubts.
"The time-space connection was told to me by a schoolteacher..." Wang Wu, who opened the passage, blurted out, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, and began to talk to Lin Feng incessantly: "About forty years ago, I returned to the village and met him. I saw that he was dressed very similarly to the teacher I had seen when I was a child. I learned some things from him and then went to the Nightmare Space to exchange for it."
Lin Feng then started a conversation: "How did you get into the Nightmare Space?"
“There were several small boats blocking the harbor at the time, and I took the opportunity to climb onto one of them, but I was caught,” Wang Wu recalled. “I was starving on the boat for two days. When I heard someone outside shouting that the water was rising, I took the opportunity to rush out, but the boat exploded after only a few steps. When I woke up again, I was in the Nightmare Space.”
"Where is that person? Taigu?"
“I don’t know either. By the time I found him, it was already thirty years later.” Wang Wu scratched his head. “I met a corpse driver back then and followed him in the Nightmare Space for several years. I heard that someone wanted to cause trouble, so I went to take a look and recognized that the international scholar was the one who stole the Dragon King from my village back then.”
"Making trouble?" Lin Feng's eyes flashed. "How much do you know about Taoism?"
Won't the Taoist sect get involved in this kind of thing?
Wang Wu survived in the nightmare space for eighty years. It's possible that the other party's mission time far exceeded the mandatory mission time limit, and he should also have some understanding of the things behind the normal world.
"This... I'm not quite sure. Brother Liu... you know, the corpse-driver. He said that 'Taoist sects' isn't just a general term for all Taoist sects in the world; it includes the three religions and nine schools of thought, martial arts sects, and something like a hundred other things..."
"The Hundred Schools of Thought?" Lin Feng had a flash of inspiration.
"I think so, but I don't remember." Wang Wu scratched his head again: "Actually, I don't know much. I just remember that the group of people said they were coming to help dig up some imperial tomb. I happened to be nearby, so I went with them to take a look."
"It makes me angry just thinking about it. I sneaked in and overheard some experts who, in order to make a name for themselves, deliberately brought in this group of people from abroad. They talked about some advanced technology and a bunch of other nonsense. In the end, I heard them say that as long as they dug it up, they could make the front page of some foreign newspaper."
"Then they would exchange money under the guise of lending the item for an exhibition, and then make fakes to replace it..." Wang Wu cursed as he spoke, "What a damn bastard!"
"besides!"
"You know, they devised two plans to dig it out, one for five years and one for one year. I was curious about the difference, but do you know what they said?"
"The five-year timeframe is because the money isn't enough, so they dig slowly. The one-year timeframe is because the money is enough, so they dig faster. They only care about the results. It doesn't matter if the digging is good or bad, as long as something comes out. And they want to dig it out before those experts die of old age."
"If they die of old age before we've dug it up, then we'll dig no matter what the consequences are!"
"I was so angry! If it weren't for that old man who came out and rejected all the offers, I would have rushed in and chopped their heads off!"
Lin Feng looked at the furious Wang Wu and sighed inwardly: "And then?"
Wang Wu said fiercely, "These bastards... Later I followed them and found a few participants mixed in with them. They said that the original text of the pre-Qin Qi cultivation technique was hidden underground, which could make one live forever and ascend to heaven."
"It was only then that I learned that books in the real world could help participants cultivate their minds and master the power they obtained from the nightmare space."
Wang Wu then changed the subject: "Do you know how I used to cultivate?"
"Cultivation technique?" Lin Feng asked, slightly puzzled.
Wang Wu chuckled: "When I first came in to exchange, it was done layer by layer according to the strength of an ox. The cultivation techniques I got from the ghost world didn't have a clear level description. They were all vague descriptions, unlike now where the strength of participants can be described with numbers."
"The Nightmare Space is constantly being improved?" Lin Feng was startled.
“It’s not about perfecting it. He collected all sorts of information from the real world sent in by the participants and put it in a way that everyone understands,” Wang Wu said. “Back then, every industry had its own jargon, and we were afraid that others would understand it. It’s called ‘a trade is like a mountain,’ but there’s no difference in principle. I just don’t like those guys who are deliberately mysterious.”
"Yes, that makes sense." Lin Feng nodded in agreement.
"That's when I found out that those people had been stealing for a hundred years." Wang Wu cursed angrily. "Those bastards, but I also heard that even if they stole something, they couldn't learn it properly. Just the word 'day' alone could make them rack their brains."
Lin Feng chimed in, "So they will cultivate people who learn our culture from a young age, or bribe some scholars, or... bribe some egoists."
These things should be told by Si Zang, as he and Wang Wu might have some common topics.
Lin Feng briefly considered the situation. It was a complex matter. Beneath its immense size lay unseen darkness, a darkness that would breed various rebellious tendencies and also give rise to the inherent oppression of human society...
Social classes originate from human nature, power, money, and even more so from vast differences in education and cognition, but in reality, they shouldn't be like this...
Wang Wu exclaimed, "Yes, I was almost fooled by them at first. Those international experts were so enthusiastic when they came. They even gave my family a bag of rice and asked my neighbor to take them to the Dragon King's mountain to observe."
"And then what? The Daoist sect... By the way, did you encounter any government officials?" Lin Feng suddenly remembered something.
“I have encountered them; they have saved me several times,” Wang Wu said excitedly. “At the time, I didn’t know they were officials; I thought they were just ordinary people like me.”
"They are five-person teams. It is said that there are more than a dozen such teams, which are distributed in each rating tier to capture criminals who accidentally enter the Nightmare Space and track down some madmen."
"A madman?" Lin Feng became somewhat curious.
"That's how I met them. I encountered three zombies who claimed to be royalty and wanted to suck the blood of all the participants to establish a new dynasty." Wang Wu said with a look of disgust, "They didn't sound like good people at all. It turned out that there were three people with yin-yang hair in their group who called them 'master,' especially one who only had a small tuft of hair on the back of his head. I asked him if his hair was ugly, and he said it was his status. What a damn status."
"But I like the old man in my team. He told me the origin of this braid. It was originally to avoid the wind blowing the hair around when riding horses on the grassland. Later, it was because of their worship of the horse god and to express their dependence on their horse companions. They kept a braid like a horse's tail, but it changed over time."
Lin Feng nodded ambiguously. The previous dynasty did indeed have many flaws, as every dynasty had. However, he did not believe that anyone else could have done a good job in that era. Perhaps it would have been another era of strict aristocratic clans and rigid class structure, or even a darker one.
It may be bad for people, but it is not necessarily a bad thing for the evolution of the times.
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