Crazy, crazy.

The regular sound of waves hitting the rocks came from my ears. The rich night color quickly approached from far to near, rolling from all directions, and the humid and cold air stuck to the surface of the skin, and a slight coldness penetrated into the blood along the pores, absorbing body temperature unconsciously.

Hiss, hiss.

The faint sound of a poisonous snake spitting out the cold and biting air, goose bumps jumping out, and its steps began to become slow and stiff. The ink color like smoke and mist wrapped around its ankles, like algae in the depths of the ice-blue lake, pulling its body slowly falling down and sinking bit by bit.

Turning his head suddenly, you can see a faint shadow sitting cross-legged in the corner of the ceiling. His eyes that could not catch any light because they were closed seemed to be quietly watching everything that was happening in front of him. Then, the lake water that was gushing out of nowhere was overflowing like the night.

Fear and panic grabbed the heart tightly, slowly contracted and tightened, and the goose bumps suddenly contracted back, breathing suffocated, turned around and pulled their feet and ran away in the wilderness.

Boom, boom.

A vast sea of ​​fire was lit in front of him, burning on the deep blue lake surface, and invading with a prairie fire. Bright flames licked the night, and the bright orange red surging the ink color in the sky, reflecting the whole world turning into peacock blue, spreading out in a charming and ostentatious manner.

The threat of death quickly slid across his throat like a sharp blade. He could only notice a coolness. He could truly feel the biting cold invading the soul by taking a breath of coldness. He grabbed his throat with a conditioned reflex, opened his eyes, sat up suddenly, his chest was undulating, and he breathed violently.

A split headache!

The temple was twitching and pulling hard. The nerves that passed through the brainstem through the spine and reach the heels were completely straightened. When I pulled it hard, my muscles were tightened to the extreme and were on the verge of explosion. The strong throbbing and pain overturned, my whole back was soaked with cold sweat, and the rolling of my stomach made me unable to help but retching.

Nightmare.

A horrible nightmare.

All the fake and real things happened just now, it was just a nightmare. The nightmare that had been repeatedly entangled in me over the past week appeared again tonight.

The realistic sense of death made my throat feel cold. I suddenly sat up, and the overwhelming charm faded away. The dream finally woke up, and my whole back was wet with cold sweat.

However, tonight's dream was too realistic and lifelike. When he was in the sea of ​​fire, he even felt the burning heat spreading in a daze.

It's like the tongue of flame is really licking its own skin.

Wait, is that burning feeling real?

real!

Huoden, who was still in shock by nightmare, was slowed down for a while before he realized. After he woke up, he was not in his room, but surrounded by a sea of ​​fire. Looking around for a week, he was very sure and sure that this was definitely not his room.

So, aren't the dream still awake?

At this time, I was lying on the dark brown wooden floor, and my palms supported it would make a creaking sound. A scarlet ornate carpet was rolled up next to it. Two ink black gold-edged goose feather sofas were placed on my heels, and a simple and heavy log desk beside me. Not far away, the flames were swallowing the thick velvet curtains. The crackling flames were destroying the beauty in front of me, with a kind of poignant beauty and magnificence of the end of the world.

flame?

Yes, flame.

At the critical moment of life and death, I was distracted again.

After a glance, Hoden realized that the flames were rapidly eroding the corners of the wooden structure room, and he was about to become the next victim, lying in the center.

So, is this a dream or a reality? Is the dream awake? Or is it another nightmare? Just like "Inception", the dream is surrounded by a dream?

He knew clearly that the dirty and messy appearance of his room would definitely not be what he is now. So, if it weren't for a dream, how could he explain that he was here?

However, now there is no time to think slowly. Even if it is still a nightmare, escaping is an urgent task.

"Ah, it's so annoying. I'm going to run away again. Can't I be lazy just because it's a nightmare?"

Should I experience the stimulation of being burned to death in my dreams? Or should I run 300 meters to escape?

Although Hoden wanted to choose the former very much, after careful consideration and weighing the pros and cons, he still sighed lightly and stood up.

At this time, the position where he was lying was exposed, and you could see a strange figure drawn on the ground. The intricate pattern splicing made people feel dizzy.

A quick scan was made to confirm that he had never seen it before, and then Huodeng shifted his sight and swept across the room in a hurry. The flames had not yet fully spread, but the thick smoke hindered the sight. Finally, the direction of the window exposed after the flames swallowed the curtains was captured by Yingying's refraction light.

Huoden immediately took a look around and found a burgundy velvet stool, held it high and threw it hard towards the window.

"Clang!"

The window glass broke with the sound, but what Huden noticed was the shape of the window lattice - the upper part was a round arched mosaic colorful window, the sunlight penetrated the glass and fell on the floor, as colorful as a kaleidoscope, and it was out of reach. This was obviously not the architectural style he was familiar with.

Immediately afterwards, the gurgling river outside the window attracted Hoden's attention.

Boom!

The ground clock erected in the corner of the wall collapsed, and the statue hanging on the wall fell down. Fire was running everywhere, and the rolling heat waves were licking the hair on the surface of the skin. The tingling sensation exploded directly, the smoke and the burning heat became closer and closer. The feeling of death that was so close that made Huoden tighten completely, took two steps back, and then sprinted to help.

Sprint! Punch the ground! Jump!

He jumped out of the window in a leaping posture, and the steaming and stormy heat was left behind. Accompanied by the storm of rushing wind, refreshing water vapor also blew into the face, and the bright moonlight dyed him a silver color. The dark blue water surface gradually expanded in his pupils, and then he drilled directly into the water surface, allowing the cold river water to wrap his body.

From hot to cold, from top to bottom, the changes in temperature and center of gravity began to shake the whole world upside down. Just when Hoden thought the nightmare was awakened again, he suddenly penetrated the water surface, and the burning house appeared in the reflection of his pupils again:

He still didn't return to his room.

The cold and wet water vapor stimulated the forehead, and the thrusts became clear again, just like a drill bit rolling in the brain, the stinging pain burst out deep in the soul, and he couldn't help but raise his hand and pat his head hard, trying to stop the pain, but he didn't want to let those intermittent memory fragments roll up from the bottom-

Hoden-Hello Nosnis Continent, Iwaaki Sekpes Academy.

A series of strange words were forcibly stuffed into the brain, and the pain that seemed to be someone slashing his head with an axe in his hand exploded again.

"Goddess Og is here!"

Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!

As never before, Huoden longed to wake up from his nightmare, return to his messy doghouse again, and wake up from his uncomfortable mattress again. He missed the flickering desk lamp, the narrow bathroom that could not turn around, the network that was intermittent and speedy at that time, the spicy chicken that was so numb that his tongue was unconscious, and the stinky tofu Bobo Chicken Malatang Braised Hoof Sauce Beef Buddha Jumps Over the Wall Sweet and Sour Fish Braised Beef Beef Soup...

Not a time travel, right? Probably not?

Bang...bang...bang...bang...

A surging sound came over, and Huoden opened his eyes again, and then witnessed the whole process of the two-story building from shaking to collapse.

The stars in the sky fell on the velvet dark night, like the full moon hanging in the sky, and the clear and bright yellow brilliance enveloped the earth; the flapping flames rose by the wind, and the scattered ashes were flying all over the sky, and the pungent breath spreads in the air with the black smoke, giving a sense of magnificence.

The tranquility in the night faintly outlines a tragic feeling.

Relax your body and go with the flow. You can capture the lights of the residential lights that are gradually brightening not far away, and you seem to wake up from your sleep.

A small number of people ran out immediately, either stopped at home or came to the river bank, staring at the burning houses. The chattering sound made Huoden recall the scene of neighbors watching melons in his hometown, but the dressing style in front of him had to flow back for centuries-

A drawstring-style open-collar shirt with high-waisted trousers and boots, a wide mulberry and hemp skirt that is mopped with a tassel scarf, a dirty dark gray rag T-shirt with a dark brown leather jacket...

He!

Huodeng took a deep breath and lurked to the bottom of the water again, holding his breath, drifting passively in the direction of the surging river, hiding his own traces.

Although Huodeng still couldn't understand what was going on, whether it was a dream or... time travel, he had no way of knowing what the relationship between Huodeng Helo in his mind had with him, but he did not forget an important thing:

Why did you appear in that house? Why did you lie on a bunch of symbols? Why didn’t you have anyone else on the scene? Why did someone try to burn that house?

Suppose that the other party set fire to kill him, is the murderer hidden in the crowd to ensure his death? And is he aware of his actions of jumping out of the window? Will the other party continue to chase him if he realizes that he is still alive? Why is the other party trying to kill him? Or is he just a passerby who is implicated by innocently?

So, is he a good person or a bad person? Is he a pursuer or a pursuer?

Question mark or question mark.

There were too many questions in his mind waiting for answers. He could not even determine his identity. He just felt a split headache. Obviously, this place was definitely not the best time to calm down his thoughts.

Through the water surface, you can see the noisy crowds gradually moving away. The full moon hanging in the sky is still blooming quietly with a halo. The elves fluttering their wings and flying up and down near the distant horizon. The silver glow flies like star dust, outlining the vastness and vastness of the forest. The cold night is also stained with a little gentleness. The surging water vapor and mysterious darkness meet and merge under the moonlight.

Elf?

breath?

Horden slowly closed his eyes. He was now 100% sure that his brain was experiencing the double stimulation of extreme heat and cold, and also experiencing the double impact of nightmare and murder, and was creating a series of hallucinations.
Chapter completed!