Chapter 128 They had the same dream
Gongyang Qing carefully selected a very auspicious day to conduct the experiment, but unexpectedly, Shan Ran also felt that the day was very auspicious and suitable for leading people to attack the First Continent.
On that day, the waves surged, dark clouds loomed, and cannon fire roared, with the heatwave and black smoke obscuring the sky covering the entire continent.
Some members of powerful families were forced to rush into the fog to escape, and never came out again.
No one can say for sure how many scions of noble families died that day.
The corrupt dynasty was overthrown, and the sun of a new century rose.
Gongyang Qing didn't show his face from beginning to end. He didn't care about the disputes outside. The most important thing now was to obtain the superpower of immortality.
He would never give up such an opportunity; he must possess immortality!
The surgery began. Nan Guishang was pulled out of the water; he was dead, but still bound hand and foot.
The subjects for surgery are usually in good physical condition to increase the success rate of the surgery.
However, Nan Guishang's situation was special; even in his worst condition, he wouldn't die. Moreover, having been imprisoned for several years, his mental state was on the verge of collapse, and he couldn't possibly recover even if he woke up. Therefore, it was decided to perform the surgery while he remained in a state of death.
In order to maintain the stability of the surgery, in addition to the surgeon, there were five psychic ability users present.
However, during the surgery, the surgeon was surprised to find that the light cluster in Nan Guishang's spiritual world was not in his brain.
Looking at Gongyang Qing, who had already been injected with anesthesia, the chief surgeon was drenched in sweat and his body was trembling uncontrollably.
The laboratory was heavily fortified and well-insulated, but the surgeon knew that a brutal battle was raging outside.
At that moment, an idea came to him.
—Let's just let the people on the mainland win. Otherwise, when the anesthesia wears off and Gongyang Qing wakes up to find the surgery has failed, he'll probably die anyway.
If he were to surrender voluntarily and even offer up Gongyang Qing's head, he might be able to be recognized as a meritorious official.
Just as the surgeon was about to begin, there was a sudden commotion on the other operating table.
Nan Guishang, who had been breathing and unconscious, suddenly opened his eyes.
Having been immersed in toxic water for years, his skin was extremely pale with an unnatural bluish-gray tinge.
Having not eaten for several years and dying repeatedly, even with his immortality, Nan Guishang's body was already emaciated and withered beyond recognition, his skin like a layer of wet and dried white paper, wrinkled and clinging to his bones.
He opened his eyes, his pupils were cloudy and yellowish, and his eyeballs swayed mechanically from side to side like a stuck puppet.
Not only his limbs and torso, but even his head was fixed in place, unable to move, and he could only look around by moving his eyeballs.
There was no water tightly enveloping him, and no foul-smelling medicine being poured into his nose and mouth along with the water.
Nan Guishang realized that he had been taken out and tied to the operating table.
He smiled.
He was imprisoned for several years, and each time he woke up, it was for a very short time, but each time the fragmented clues were enough for him to piece together the complete process of the experiment.
So he tried every possible way, in the most painful way, to peel off his spiritual light and throw it elsewhere.
Moreover, he finally found a way to break free.
No one can kill him; ordinary self-destruction methods won't work. He must destroy his own mental energy field to trigger a massive self-destruction.
He had been waiting for this moment.
He stared intently at the ceiling, a relieved smile on his face.
Suddenly, a loud, explosive noise came from all around, and the laboratory door was forcibly broken open from the outside.
The self-destruction shattered Nan Guishang's body into pieces, finally freeing him from the shackles that bound him.
His gaze fell on the ground, where he saw a pair of feet stepping into the room.
With his last ounce of consciousness, he lifted his eyes and saw Gongyang Qing, who had already been killed in the explosion.
He felt relieved and wanted to laugh, but he couldn't muster the strength to do so.
A face suddenly loomed large and appeared in front of him.
This is a woman, a woman who seems somewhat familiar, yet I can't quite place where I've seen her before.
Having been imprisoned for so long, his memory has become very poor.
"Ah Shang, Ah Shang, you're still alive?! Ah Shang..."
The woman called his name, but his consciousness grew increasingly blurred, and this time the feeling was different from before.
He can finally be completely free.
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dark.
Utter darkness.
The darkness, like a swamp, engulfed Gongyang Qing, as if a large stone was pressing on his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.
He wanted to roar, but could only let out a few cries of pain. After struggling for a long time, he finally sat up from the mud.
However, after sitting up, he was horrified to find that he seemed to still be in a nightmare.
He just had a dream. The first half of the dream was wonderful. He reclaimed the third continent, which he had lost control of after the apocalypse, and brought the immortal ability users back to the laboratory so that he could experiment on them at any time to obtain their abilities.
The second half was not pleasant at all; it was not just unpleasant, it was downright terrifying.
When he opened his eyes again, he should have woken up, but he was still surrounded by darkness.
This darkness wasn't the darkness of being without lights; he could tell that he wasn't in his own bed, and there was nothing around him.
It was as if I had been thrown into the vast, empty universe, into an endless expanse of blackness.
I'm definitely not at home right now.
Where is he?
Just as Gongyang Qing was so terrified that he lost his voice, a blinding light suddenly shone, forcing him to close his eyes tightly.
When he finally adjusted a little and slowly opened his eyes, Gongyang Qing discovered that the light was coming from his eyes.
These eyes are enormous, as big as a basketball court.
The distance between the eyes is very far, but because it is so large, it can be seen very clearly.
In that instant, countless whispered murmurs intertwined and flooded into Gongyang Qing's head like a torrent, causing him to scream uncontrollably.
But soon, all the sounds subsided, and Gongyang Qing's head was empty. If it weren't for the blood flowing from his seven orifices and his body still trembling violently, he would have thought it was just another nightmare.
Do you wish to eradicate the ants and ascend to the summit?
A voice, neither male nor female, with an eerie tone, echoed in Gongyang Qing's mind.
He slowly raised his head, but dared not open his eyes again. Two streams of bloody tears flowed from his tightly closed eyes, leaving winding blood streaks on his face.
He already had a guess about the origin of those eyes, and asked incredulously, "You...you...you're going to help me?"
The other person didn't speak, and the voice in my head didn't appear either.
So he tentatively asked again, "When you say ants, do you mean Shan Ran and the others?"
There was still silence on the other end.
Gongyang Qing knew that the muttering voice just now was a show of force, meant to make him understand that the gods of the other world could easily deal with him.
However, since they found him directly, it must be because the other world cannot directly attack Yamazaki.
If that's the case, then they have a relationship where they need each other.
So he asked cautiously yet boldly, "I am extremely grateful for your help, but I have no special abilities, and even if I wanted to do something, I am afraid I would be powerless to do it."
As he spoke, Gongyang Qing bowed deeply, making a grand gesture of respect towards the direction of his eyes.
After receiving no response for a long time, Gongyang Qing's back ached from bending over.
Just as he was about to say something more, that voice rang in his mind again.
"Can."
As soon as he finished speaking, a wave of dizziness hit him, and before Gongyang Qing could say anything, he lost consciousness.
——
The island where Shan Ran was located was shrouded in mist for five days, and the people on the distant shore also continued to hold their ground for five days.
On the fifth night, many people had a dream as they fell asleep.
What these people have in common is that they all know Shan Ran.
The dream was very long, but time passed quickly; several years were compressed into a single night's dream.
In my dream, life after the apocalypse is different.
Rhine woke up in the tent, threw off the covers, and rushed out.
His heart was pounding, and he only calmed down a little when he reached the shore and saw the islands in the distance where the mist was gradually dissipating.
The fog has lifted; Shanran must have emerged.
Not enough, not enough!
He was still in a state of extreme panic, to the point that his hands were trembling.
Right now, immediately, I want to see Ranran!
He spread his wings and soared into the sky.
Immediately, someone from the aristocratic family group rushed out and attacked Rhine, but was stopped by those around them, and the two sides clashed directly.
The people on the shore were unaware of what was happening when they suddenly found themselves in a brawl.
"Look! The fog has lifted!"
"Yama-iro is definitely coming out!"
Those still asleep were awakened by the noise. Some joined the battle, some pointed at the distant islands and exclaimed, some took out their equipment to start a live stream, and others stared at Rhine's back and said something.
Rhine ignored all of this. Flying monsters attacked him from the air, while unsuspecting sea monsters also attacked from above.
Rhine simply dodged without retaliating.
A counterattack would waste time and energy; all he could think about now was getting to the island and seeing Shanran.
Everything in the dream was terrifying.
He and Shan Ran interacted like ordinary friends. Although he had already fallen for her at that time, he never expressed his feelings to her due to various reasons.
After returning to the Second Continent, he faced a series of complex and intertwined conflicts. The powerful families sent people to assassinate him, and his grandfather, unable to bear the blow, became despondent.
The Lawrence family lost its pillar of support and gradually declined, losing the ability to compete with established families.
After he died, he did not wake up immediately, but floated around like a ghost, sometimes near the Lawrence family, and sometimes near Shan Ran.
While floating, his consciousness was somewhat scattered, and he often couldn't remember where he was or what he had seen a moment before.
The things I can remember are limited, and most of them are related to mountain dyeing.
In his dream, he felt only a slight sense of regret.
When I woke up and recalled everything, my heart ached as if it were being torn apart.
He couldn't imagine how much regret and pain he would feel if everything in his dream actually happened.
Fortunately, Ranran received his special ability when she first met him.
She has superpowers, so she won't be bullied.
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