With a heart-wrenching scream, I suddenly woke up from my sleep. The giant eyes of the terrifying planet seemed to be still vivid in my mind. From that hollow one eye, I saw ominous signs beyond human imagination.

Individual death and destruction are so dull that it is not worth mentioning in the face of such a behemoth. Only the wailing in the throat before the universe dying can barely describe its one-tenth of horror...

"Why do I have such a terrifying dream? And that one-eyed planet, except for the wrong color, looks like the moon seen on the wasteland no matter how you look!"

In my confusion when I woke up from my sleep, I tried to analyze what I saw in my dreams. As we all know, what I saw and heard in my dreams often disappear within a few minutes after waking up, and is completely forgotten with the light from the real world.

The breath of dreams gradually faded, and the details of the dreams in my memory turned into blurry and abstract things like yellowed photos, and could no longer be able to understand them in detail.

At this time, I discovered a place where I didn't work hard...

"Damn it! Where is this!"

After a brief confusion, I decisively chose to imprint the memory of the one-eyed planet in my mind, allowing the painful memory of the space drifting dissipated invisibly. Then I found that I was not sleeping in the simple bedroom of the tavern with a horse-skin blanket, but in a vast white space in all directions.

Looking at me, no matter where it is, there is only monotonous and illusory white, like an infinite pure white prison, trapping me, the lonely prisoner.

"White...Dream..."

A memory that seemed far away and very close gradually emerged, and a word in my mind gradually became clear.

"Is this... Yuanbai Dream..."

Before I could finish my words, a roar of shock suddenly appeared behind me with an angry roar.

"You bastard! What are you doing! Why are you running around!"

As soon as I turned around, I saw an old man with annoying flower hair on his face, standing behind me, furious at me, and every wrinkle on his face was written with Zuan's quotes.

Damn, this is really Yuanbai Dreamland? I actually traveled through the gate of Dreamland myself?!!!

"You're just traveling through time! We are trying our best to pull you in! With your qualifications, you won't be qualified to enter here in the next life!"

Be careless!

I forgot that he could see through my thoughts directly in the dream! Also, this old man's words are so popular!

"Bastard! Don't think that I can't hear it if I scold me secretly!"

Tell, I know I can't hide it from you, but I just want to scold you! Do you have the ability to read my ideas, but don't let me think about it?

"you!!!"

Dad Hook's hideous old face was twisted and deformed, and his expression guide might be a terrifying one-eyed planet. But the next moment, before he could roar like thunder, he saw his hands pressing his face uncontrollably, and took out an old-fashioned polite and put it on his head like a magic trick. His face became older, but his expression seemed gentle and deep.

Old Yorkson's way of appearing is much cooler than Mr. Hu Ke. Didn't they share the same head and two faces before, Voldemort's look?

"Marcus, long time no see... After a period of integration, we have mastered the balance of consciousness and are able to maintain our own independent personality."

Old Yorkson greeted me calmly and explained my doubts politely.

From this point of view, it is no wonder that the old miners don’t like Dad Hook, but they all listen to Old Yorkson. I’m the same if I were me. Who doesn’t like to deal with cultural people?

"Little Hook is also very talented, but unfortunately I have better experience in this area." Old Yorkson smiled slightly and began to say that his awesomeness was just a contour of his peers. If Dad Hook could hear it at this time, he would definitely be furious and fighting.

Sure enough, Old Yorkson's hand shaking uncontrollably, looking like a late-stage Parkinson patient, but he whispered calmly: "Don't mess around, we need to figure things out first! I'm better at communication!"

After these two sentences, his Parkinson only replied, but for some reason, there was a clear slap on his old face.

"Marcus, some time ago we discovered that the memes we left on you had changed, and some unknown force interfered with our message. We tried to get in touch with you, but we were cut off from communication. It was not until a while ago that we regained the control of the memes and found that your relative position spanned countless planets... That's what happened?"

Ah... It's a long story. I only remember that when I woke up that day, I lay on the Gobi Desert... Yes! It's exactly the same as what I feel now. I obviously did nothing!

"Apart from the 'final disaster', there are other powerful indescribable figures in the Ore Town that have been awakened?"

Old Yorkson pondered for a moment and gave up his futile guessing, "No matter what, we used the energy accumulated during this period to finally lock your position and pull you across the vast space into the dream. Thank goodness, you are still alive, otherwise our self-exile will become a joke..."

I feel like a joke. When I woke up, I turned from a rancher to a landlord in the wilderness. This is definitely a failure in the novel plot! Can you explain what happened to me?

"I don't know. Since that power has the power to control the memes we use to create with the 'final disaster', then His power must be beyond imagination and the intention is far beyond our imagination."

Old Yorkson said worriedly, straightening the hat on his head.

"Now even if the Holy Seeker finds out your disappearance and is more vigilant, I am afraid that he will not be able to fight against the existence of exile... He expels you to aliens, and must be afraid of the aura of 'final disaster', and then he took the lead in getting you away..."

He continued with a serious expression: "So your top priority is to hurry back to the ore town! Use the breath of 'final disaster' to delay time, let's think of other ways..."

I want to go back too, Boss, but now I am wandering on a planet where birds don’t shit. Do you tell me if there is any way to go back?

Old Yorkson frowned and slowly spoke: "There must be a way to go back. If you can find a curvature spacecraft, you can cross the vast sea of ​​stars and return to the earth..."

Of course I know this! But where to find the spacecraft? Where is the star map navigation? I can’t find the direction by throwing dice, and try my luck to go back?

"There is another way, that is, you can first take the interstellar caravan's spacecraft to reach the closest star gate to you. These controllable wormholes can take you back to the star area where the earth is located, and then take the fixed-aircraft to return to the earth."

This method is very good, just as simple as taking a bus. But the place where I landed was a Gobi, and they were still fighting with sticks and riding camels to do business! With such technological level, where can I find interstellar traders! You asked me to find Bus No. 837 to Haidian in the Taklamakan Desert?

"Well...then there is nothing else...except..."

So your methods are not reliable, so don't say so easily...

Wait a minute, unless something?! Tell me quickly, don't suck my appetite! Are you unless something?!

Old Yorkson sighed helplessly and said, "Unless you use the space riveting technique of "final disaster" and combined with the dream technique of Hook and I, you will be teleported back through the dream gate..."

Didn't you say that there is another way!
Chapter completed!