Yan Zheng thought for a moment and figured out the key. Wang Fugui's banging on the door woke up the residents of the mining community. As the residents woke up, the dream world built by Bai Mao Tuanzi was shattered, and the dream energy harvested overnight began to feed back to the owner.

The energy of the dream does not belong to reality, so it cannot be seen by oneself, and even ghosts such as black and white and impermanence cannot see it. Only Wang Fugui who has been taught by it can see some traces.

Yan Zheng can basically conclude that it is not hiding in reality, but should be somewhere between dreams and reality.

This is a rare opportunity for the power of dreams to return to its nest. If you miss this time, it may take until tomorrow to find it.

But tomorrow, his trick will be seen through by Black and White and Wuchang...

Thinking of this, Yan Zheng immediately pushed Wang Fugui.

"Hurry up and break the door! We can chase after you while the power of the dream is still flowing back!"

Wang Fugui probably understood what Yan Zheng meant, and he kept banging his head like garlic.

After knocking on the door for more than ten times in a row, the rusty door nose could no longer withstand the force of the blow and snapped, and Yan Zheng rushed out of the door.

Wang Fugui was instantly exposed to the air. Although the sun had not yet reached this place, Wang Fugui, who had lost the protection of his umbrella, still let out a scream, and his body was in unbearable pain as if it was on fire.

He wailed and chased after him, one behind the other, just like walking a dog. Wang Fugui stretched his head and ducked under the umbrella, while Yan Zheng ran away holding the umbrella.

It wasn't until the light disappeared when he ran into the woods that the burning sensation on Wang Fugui's body faded away, and he held on to the tree and gasped for air.

Yan Zheng, who was running in front, stopped after running for more than ten meters. Only then did he realize that Wang Fugui was lagging behind.

Without Wang Fugui to guide him, he would be as blind as he could not tell where it was.

I couldn't help but shouted anxiously: "Hurry up! Let's see if the power of dreams is still there?"

Wang Fugui hurriedly caught up and looked up to observe the sky through the gaps between the trees. Although the colorful streaks in the sky were not as magnificent as the birds in the forest at the beginning, there were still sporadic colorful lights escaping towards the mountains.

He couldn't help but quicken his pace and rushed in front of Yan Zheng. He turned to Yan Zheng and said, "There is more, but not much!"

Yan Zheng closed his umbrella and followed closely. The two of them chased towards the place where the colorful chain fell. They ran for an unknown amount of time in the dense cypress forest. Yan Zheng silently calculated the distance in his mind, as if they had climbed over three mountains.

When he climbed to the fourth hilltop, Wang Fugui stopped, stood on the top of the mountain where there were sparse trees, pointed to a wide mountain col in front of him, and said: "The power of the dream has completely disappeared, but I saw the place where the last chain fell.

It’s halfway up the mountain above the mountain col in front!”

Yan Zheng looked along where Wang Fugui pointed, and could not detect anything strange except for the cypress trees, which were slightly dim in winter.

As the sun rises, the white frost melts and layers of mist fill the mountains and fields. The white smoke lingers on the branches in the forest, adding a sense of fairyland.

Apart from this, Yan Zheng could no longer find any unusual place. Walking in the smoky mountain forest, Yan Zheng felt that the fog around him was getting bigger and bigger.

The silky mist always made Yan Zheng have the urge to reach out and touch it. He really reached out, but it was just in vain, like a dream.

People were walking in the shadow of the trees in the mist, and the mist looked extremely hazy. Not long after walking, the sky was filled with fog, which blocked the sky and blocked the sun. It was difficult to distinguish the east, west, north, and all directions. Suddenly, it felt as if there was only the sound of the sky and the earth between the sky and the earth.

There are two people, Wang Fugui.

The heavy fog not only swallowed up the sky, but also submerged the woods. It seemed to have swallowed up the sounds. The silence in the fog was terrifying. At first, the sounds of birds chirping in the forest and the crowing of pheasants disappeared without a trace.

It was so quiet that there was no sound of the pine needles creaking when he stepped on it. Yan Zheng couldn't stand this absolute silence.

He couldn't help but make some noise and said, "Wang Fugui, let's feel it to identify its location!"

No one answered in the fog. Yan Zheng turned around to look for traces of Wang Fugui. Apart from the thick fog that was as substantial as catkins, there was no trace of Wang Fugui anywhere.

Yan Zheng's hair suddenly went down.

No, just now I could clearly feel someone following me. It felt like someone's body temperature and scent surrounding you. You could detect the person behind you even without looking back.

This feeling was especially obvious for people he knew well. Yan Zheng clearly remembered the second before he turned around. He could still feel Wang Fugui's presence, but after turning around, Wang Fugui disappeared!

The world seems to be upside down, constantly pulling and spinning.

Blood rushed into his brain instantly, and Yan Zheng felt dizzy.

He held the umbrella in his hands alertly, calling Su Ming in his heart.

Then Yan Zheng was horrified to find that the umbrella in his hand had not changed at all, and Su Ming did not show up.

He quickly put his hand into his arms and touched the execution record. A large number of reminders poured into Yan Zheng's brain.

warn!

Employees enter abnormal areas

Abnormal energy interference

Company prosecution interrupted

Ask employees to leave immediately

…

…

Ask employees to leave immediately

Below are numerous repeated warnings.

The palm of the hand holding the umbrella was sweating unknowingly. Yan Zheng could not control Su Ming directly. He needed to issue instructions through the execution record to achieve it.

Now that the medium of execution recording cannot operate normally, there is no way for the instructions issued by Yan Zheng to be delivered exclusively to Su Ming.

Now Su Ming is no different from an ordinary paper umbrella.

Yan Zheng angrily hammered the cypress tree next to him, and said angrily: "Damn it! If I had known, I would have called Su Ming out earlier, even in the blade state. I am not a ghost, and the shelter state is of no use!"

After thinking about it, Yan Zheng felt that he couldn't stay where he was. He knew in his heart that the chance of getting out was slim, so he had to try and explore. It was better than just sitting there and waiting for death.

The heavy fog not only lost his sense of direction, but also blurred Yan Zheng's perception. Now Yan Zheng couldn't tell whether he was on the mountain or not, and the road under his feet seemed to have become smoother.

The vigilance in my heart has increased a bit. As expected, I should be in "other" places now.

Yan Zheng couldn't help but begin to speculate on its intentions, whether it was just trapping him in the fog, or whether there were evil spirits and beasts hidden in the fog...

Yan Zheng's footsteps did not stop while he was thinking, and he walked into the deeper fog. The fog was like a gluttonous beast that swallowed up everything. Even the sound of walking and breathing disappeared. Yan Zheng even wondered if he was deaf, how could he even connect

Not a sound could be heard.

As we walked, the fog slowly cleared.

A strange house appeared in front of Yan Zheng.

Yan Zheng couldn't describe the specific appearance of the house, it looked like a child's graffiti.

The roof is as red as blood, the crooked windows are dyed yellow, the curved walls are painted green, and the arched door is painted brown. The house is a two-story building, like a house in a children's painting enlarged and concrete.

real world.
Chapter completed!