Russell was so blinded by the dazzling sunlight that he lowered his head.
He no longer knew how long he had been roasted by the sun... He felt like his back could fry eggs.
But the illusion is that Russell didn't sweat at all.
He even felt that Blue Song's legs were a little numb, and there was no trace of sweat on his body, and the dust was not left in his hair or clothes.
It's like they are all illusions that can only be touched for a moment...like sand, and like sand-like hot snow.
While Russell was walking forward with random thoughts, he couldn't help complaining: "How long do we have to go..."
Although the deer-headed statue told him that there is no concept of time in the dream world.
But Russell still put on the mechanical pocket watch without believing it - and it didn't move at all, so Russell just threw it on the spot.
Anyway, this is just a projection and will not cause the pocket watch to be lost in reality. Otherwise, even if it cannot rotate, Russell will definitely keep it with him.
After all, that thing is very expensive.
This thing is rarely seen in this era. When everyone can retrieve date, time, weather and other data from their mind anytime and anywhere, the greatest significance of pocket watches lies in... nostalgia and cosplay.
The entertainment industry in this era is unprecedentedly developed. Even if people watch all kinds of entertainment works 24 hours a day, they will never be able to finish it. Even if they look at it with a critical eye, the speed at which they can watch it cannot be compared to the production speed.
The speed. Because of this, the subsidiary industries of the entertainment industry have become very developed.
For example, "customized costumes" for characters in animation, novels, and film and television works.
But because there is no such backward thing as "offline comic exhibition" in this world... After all, this kind of high-quality handmade products are not popular at all in this era. And no one wants to crowd with other people, similar positioning
The "Comprehensive Entertainment Exhibition" is held in an online virtual space. It can accommodate an almost unlimited number of people... Because everyone can set up model collisions and "intelligent display of people flow", perhaps everyone sees "other
"People" are all completely different.
Thirty-scale sliders can be precisely adjusted according to how "crowded" to "sparse" you want.
In this world, almost all exhibitions for the general public are held in this format. As long as there is an eye mask that can enter the virtual space, or a more advanced one can even have a similar module built directly into the head prosthesis.
The mark on Bad Sun's face has a similar function.
Although it was not necessarily to enter the virtual space, he must have connected some kind of prosthetic head to leave such marks on his face.
Playing the role of others is a "high-class hobby" in this world.
Because it is so easy to replace the prosthetic body, plastic surgery has become almost risk-free... After all, even Lan Gegui can be chopped off and transformed into a small Liuli.
If a rich person wants to impersonate someone else, he or she can perfectly restore the appearance, height, hairstyle, clothing and appearance. Then when they get tired of it, they can readjust it back or change it to another one.
Russell really likes the feeling of playing other people.
It's just that he couldn't afford such expensive "supporting services" back then, so he had to buy a pocket watch and a decent-looking dress after his salary was paid. By the way, this pocket watch was even better than the dress.
A bit more expensive.
Fortunately, he can now directly use his spiritual power to complete this step - to complete the ultimate performance!
At first, he was not very familiar with Blue Song Yuan, and his body was a bit bulky for him... But after trudging in this sandstorm for an unknown amount of time, he gradually got used to it.
If it weren't for the fact that there was so much dust here and he was worried that his mouth would be filled with sand when he opened his mouth, Russell would have wanted to sing loudly.
He is really too idle.
...Ah, I really want to listen to music.
Listening to books is fine, walking is so boring...
——But at this moment, Russell suddenly felt that the resistance of the wind suddenly became smaller.
The dust that swept across the sky gradually disappeared, and the whistling and friction sound of the dust also became quiet.
Russell realized something at this time and subconsciously raised his head.
He immediately saw a tall black tower reaching the sky standing in the distance.
But if the deer-headed statue had not told Russell that it was the "Tower of the End" before, Russell would not have regarded it as a tower at all at this moment.
From a distance, it looks like a crack. It absorbs all the light and becomes deep and deep.
Just like when you look into the canyon from above, it will turn into a horizontal crack like an abyss at the end.
However, the strange thing is that when viewed from Russell's side, the crack seems to be vertical.
This feeling of dislocation will make Russell subconsciously want to tilt his head ninety degrees. Just like when a netizen posted a picture of lying down.
"That's the Tower of the End, newcomer."
Just as Russell tried to tilt his head, a low and cold voice suddenly sounded from beside Russell.
Russell was suddenly shocked.
When he raised his head just now, he looked around carefully - Russell could be very sure that there was absolutely no one here before.
And in this endless primitive wilderness, there was no place to hide.
But when Russell followed the voice and looked over, his pupils suddenly tightened.
——That's a white lion.
There is no doubt that he is a patient with severe psychic disease. His face is exactly that of a lion, and he has a long white mane that is fluttering in the wind that has not completely stopped.
The white lion does not stand up completely upright, but is slightly rickety. This inability to straighten its waist should also be a negative characteristic of psychic disease.
But even if he didn't completely straighten his upper body, he was still more than half a head taller than Russell today - you know, the vest Russell uses now is a 1.75-meter-tall Blue Songbird! This means that if this lion stands completely upright,
, the height is probably close to two meters.
The moment Russell looked at the lion's eyes, he felt an almost instinctive fear coming from his heart.
His heart suddenly began to beat violently, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably...it took about two or three seconds before he slowly calmed down.
Then, a feeling of surprise appeared in Russell's heart:
...what's that feeling?
He was never afraid even when facing death... Why was he so afraid?
“Good quality.”
The lion looked deeply at Russell and made a lukewarm comment.
Although there is no indication, it gives Russell a premonition that "he is locked".
Never turn away - Russell's spiritual intuition warned him.
So, Russell simply took a deep breath and looked back at the lion despite the shocking feeling of fear.
The lion's pupils are reminiscent of lakes, greenish and light blue.
Unlike the sense of danger in his body, his eyes looked quite calm.
"Do you dare to look into the eyes of a lion, little bird?"
The white lion smiled - the so-called smile means opening its mouth to reveal its ferocious teeth.
The fear Russell felt suddenly increased several times.
But at this time, he finally saw through the truth of this fear.
"……I see."
Russell uttered the low and magnetic voice of Bluebird: "It must be the suppression between spiritual relatives."
Because the other person’s spiritual relative is a lion, and the bluebird is a small bird.
In reality, apart from their appearance and some habits, there is no difference at all between these spiritual relatives.
But in the dream world, there are extremely real differences.
"That's why it's called 'spiritual relatives', newcomer."
The voice of the white lion is like a lion's roar, like the sound of relaxing bass rock music. Every byte shakes Russell's heart: "Only by throwing away the shell and using the soul body can we come into contact with the reality."
"Okay, newcomer. Tell me...who is your mentor? He brought you in, but he didn't even tell you about the 'Tower'."
Russell's complex and versatile outfit was clearly prepared for it.
Normally, even with the adaptability of a mage, people who enter the dream world by accident will at most be wearing pajamas, and it is absolutely impossible to wear shoes and socks... After all, they have to fall asleep first before they can reach the dream world.
And walking with bare feet in the scorching hot sand is tantamount to a kind of asceticism in itself.
But now Russell is not only wearing a windproof and waterproof jacket, but also goggles. He even has tools and weapons with him.
This was obviously prepared.
At least you can know the key to actively enter the dream world, fall asleep fully armed, and know what you will experience in the "primary wasteland".
This shows that Russell must have been guided by others.
And Russell had already made up a sophisticated set of lies for this purpose.
But what Russell didn't expect was...
This lion didn't listen to Russell's sophistry at all.
"Since I didn't tell you about the existence of the tower, I can't be called a good mentor..."
The white lion just waved his hand casually: "No... forget it, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter whether you have a mentor or not - you are ours."
——Having no doubts about Russell’s origins or whether he was a traitor, he didn’t even ask why Russell came or how he got in, nor did he ask for Russell’s opinion.
With a wave of his hand, Russell was almost snatched away and brought into his camp.
This is not a disguise.
This lion obviously doesn't care about these things from the bottom of his heart.
This kind of behavior is almost stupid, irrational, but full of a sense of danger to do whatever you want... It makes Russell, who acts according to rationality, inexplicably feel a little creepy.