Opening the door, a tall and round old woman looked at Zhuang Wuming who suddenly opened the door.
It seemed that Zhuang Wuming didn't expect to open the door, so he was stunned for a moment.
Then his eyes were full of anger, "You finally opened the door, tell me, should you pay the rent today, or get out."
Zhuang Wuming glanced at her and said, "The house will be returned to you. It was my fault during this period. I'm sorry."
After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the room.
The landlady looked a little surprised.
Turning around to look at the unmade bed and desk in the room, he roared angrily.
"You haven't packed your things for me yet."
"Give it to you."
A minute later, Zhuang Wuming came to the street downstairs.
Familiar scenery, familiar traffic, familiar supermarkets, familiar buildings, everything is so familiar yet distant.
Walking on the street, Zhuang Wuming looked at everything with a nostalgic look.
A month passed in the blink of an eye, and Zhuang Wuming lived here for a month.
He would be hungry, sleepy, and sleepy, and it seemed as if all supernatural powers had disappeared from him.
But he always insisted that everything he experienced was not illusion, but reality.
When he was hungry, he would find something to eat, and when he was thirsty, he would drink some tap water.
He did not stay in the city, but walked along the road outside the city.
But everything he saw and said told him that this was a real world.
Even if he moved from the city where he lived to another city.
This city is still perfectly harmonious and has no conflict with the world in memory.
As time went by, one year, two years, three years, Zhuang Wuming did not know how many cities he had visited.
He completely became a homeless beggar. When he was hungry, he would rummage through the trash cans to find something to eat. When he was sleepy, he would sleep in the open air.
Time seemed to be the most terrifying enemy, and he felt a little confused.
It seems that everything in my memory is fake, it is a beautiful dream, a dream that has changed my life.
Strong power and long life all happen in sleep.
Zhuang Wuming felt a little shaken in his heart, as if the sky was falling and the earth was falling.
This wavering is slowly destroying his outlook on life and his soul.
If everything is a dream, then he has really wasted his real life.
As time went by, Zhuang Wuming began to age, and his body began to get worse and worse.
He felt so far away from the things he had experienced, as if everything was just his illusion.
The world became darker and darker until seventy years later.
Zhuang Wuming felt a weakness coming from the deepest part of his body, as if he was going to die in the next moment.
Falling on a grassy field, this is an uninhabited wilderness.
His body was weak, but his spirit was surprisingly good. This seemed to be a flashback, and he was about to die.
All the memories were reviewed before his eyes, it seemed like a revolving lantern.
A mysterious and magical memory flashed through his mind again.
They are so clear there is absolutely no way they are fake.
At this moment, Zhuang Wuming, who had forgotten everything, once again strengthened his belief.
His spirit was as firm as ever, as if it was about to condense into the hardest diamond.
No matter how weak his body was and even his heart stopped beating, his will and spirit kept gathering together.
At this time, a dreamlike voice echoed in Zhuang Wuming's spirit.
"It would be great if you just died in the dream. It's such a boring persistence."
Zhuang Wuming's body was already dead at this time, with no heartbeat and no temperature.
But Zhuang Wuming slowly stood up from the ground, his eyes calm, as if his former confidence had returned to him again.
"It's really amazing. It's so amazing. It's like a real dream. I almost died in this world."
"Then it's my turn to take action."
"Lock the timeline."
Following Zhuang Wuming's words, hundreds of figures overlapped with him, and his body became psychedelic.
Hundreds of selves appeared at the same time, on the same level of time and space as himself. This drastic change caused the world around him to begin to collapse.
The real world quickly turned into a colorful light, and all entities and materials collapsed and disappeared.
Zhuang Wuming saw everything with his eyes. There were countless bubbles floating around, and he was standing in the center of countless bubbles at this time.
An illusory and unreal world appeared in the distance from him, an illusory figure without a face.
The humanoid body is transparent, faceless, and composed of countless bubbles.
It looked at Zhuang Wuming who came out of the dream, slowly raised his hand, "Then let's start the second game."
"Infinite dream."
In an instant, countless bubbles from all around rushed toward Zhuang Wuming like crazy.
Zhuang Wuming frowned, he knew that each bubble represented a dream, or a projection of a certain time and space.
Once you fall into it, you may be affected by the weird power inside, and you may be defeated in the end.
The dreamlike and mysterious high-dimensional person opposite has completely disappeared.
Zhuang Wuming couldn't find any trace of it, nor could he sense its existence. He was only vaguely aware that he existed in his own domain.
The opponent's power is very weird. It is directly integrated into his own domain. While accepting the rules of his own domain, he still maintains his own power characteristics.
He has never encountered such a dangerous existence.
With a flash of his body, countless quantum rays of light dispersed throughout his body, and he also merged into his own domain.
Countless karma fire red lotuses and sword energy storms rose in the field, killing and burning the countless bubbles.
These bubbles seem to be endless, and all the power will be swallowed directly into them once they get close to them.
Then the weird rules in the bubble will take effect, draining away the power that rushes into it.
Zhuang Wuming soon realized the problem. After these bubbles swallowed his power, he would become stronger, but his own power would be continuously weakened.
Outside the realm is an infinite space fault level, and there is no power that can be absorbed at all.
His power is constantly being consumed, and the only possible outcome is his death.
Zhuang Wuming, who dispersed into quantum light, quickly judged what his ending would be.
At this time, the quantum computer he built also finished analyzing all the data.
As the data was entered, a strange smile appeared on Zhuang Wuming's lips, and he looked at the countless bubbles around him.
His field suddenly changed.
The field composed of quantum brilliance becomes illusory and dreamlike in an instant.
Zhuang Wuming disappeared into this brilliance.
In the blink of an eye, countless strange figures appear, and the world flashes in this light. This is the world of dreams.
The power of dreams is controlled by Zhuang Wuming. (To be continued)