Fortunately, although Jiang Feng’s talent in cultivation is not satisfactory, his grades in cultural subjects are extremely excellent and he ranks among the top in the entire Yelingcheng secondary colleges.

"If you really can't enter the War Academy, then be honest and get into the best Daqin Civilization Academy and support the front line in the rear."

Jiang Feng sighed helplessly. Although he really wanted to become a powerful cultivator to kill enemies and make contributions to the human race on the battlefield of the prehistoric world and avenge his parents, reality is always cruel.

My uncle is right. Being an excellent researcher and developing high-tech equipment to enhance the combat effectiveness of the human race is also a kind of help.

Unlike the War Academy, the Civilization Academy does not care much about combat ability, but instead pays more attention to the cultivation of thinking logic and scientific attainments.

Civilization College has a wide variety of assessments, such as Wanzu Language, comprehensive knowledge reserves and basic cultural literacy.

The more types of languages ​​you master, the stronger your knowledge reserves, and the more points you can get in the assessment.

Thinking of this, Jiang Feng no longer continued to waste his energy and time on the out of reach of the dream of cultivator, but instead devoted himself to the assessment preparation of the Civilization Academy.

However, just as Jiang Feng was immersed in the review, the lights in the entire library suddenly went out.

The huge library fell into a dark silence. Jiang Feng realized that it was too late and there was no one around him.

The library is about to close.

But this still made Jiang Feng's heart a little doubt. In the past, the administrator would notify him in advance before the closing of the store, but today he turned off the lights directly.

However, Jiang Feng couldn't say anything, but when he walked to the front of the library, he found that the door had been closed.

This made Jiang Feng speechless. Even though he never swears on weekdays, he couldn't help but complain: "Damn it, why did you encounter some bad things today? I remember them to the extreme!"

The administrator is still responsible on weekdays, but today he skipped work and locked the door, trapped him, a living person, here.

Just as Jiang Feng was thinking about how to solve the current predicament, he suddenly felt a heavy breathing sound coming from the back of his neck.

In an instant, Jiang Feng's body was stiff in place, because the breathing sound was cold and cold, and there was no temperature at all.

That is definitely not the breathing sound that humans, or living people should have, but rather it is more like the gust of cold wind blowing from the gates of hell.

"Blood...I want...your blood..."

A hoarse and harsh sound like a wild beast's roar came from behind Jiang Feng's neck with the heavy panting.

Fear instantly grabbed Jiang Feng's heart. He wanted to escape, but found that under the huge sense of fear, he could do nothing but tremble.

The next second, a sharp claw shrouded in blood mist suddenly swung towards his neck. Jiang Feng only felt an unbearable burning pain coming from his neck, and his eyes were spinning, as if the whole world had turned around at this moment.

"Xiao Jiang, wake up!"

A man's voice came, and Jiang Feng suddenly woke up and found that what caught his eyes was not a terrifying face like a ghost, but the familiar face of the administrator.

The library was not trapped in darkness and silence, but was still bright.

But even so, Jiang Feng still took a few breaths of air and felt the thrilling feeling that had been lingering around him.

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It has weakened a lot.

"Yes, is it a nightmare?"

Jiang Feng thought to himself that the cold sweat had already soaked his clothes, as if he was a water person who had just been salvaged from the river.

In the past eighteen years, Jiang Feng has experienced a nightmare almost every night, and is tortured by various indescribable terrifying monsters in his dream.

And what just appeared in his nightmare was the monster that made Jiang Feng most afraid.

It was a human-shaped monster whose body was covered with blood-red mist and could not see the specific face clearly. Jiang Feng habitually called him a weirdo.

It was precisely because he couldn't see the specific appearance of this weird person that Jiang Feng felt that he was more terrifying than any other monster that appeared in his dreams.

The tangible horror always has a limit, and the unknown threat can best awaken the most primitive fear of mankind.

"Although I'm about to take the college entrance examination, there's no need to make myself so tired."

"If you don't think of the test status, it will be more than worth the effort if you damage your body."

The administrator said earnestly that he knew that Jiang Feng was a good kid who studied hard, otherwise he would not have talked nonsense to him.

When Jiang Feng heard this, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, nodded perfunctorily, turned around and wanted to leave.

However, before he could take a step, he was suddenly stopped by the administrator.

"Xiao, Xiao Jiang, your neck seems to be... bleeding."

The administrator's face was strange, and his tone was more worried than he had just happened.

Jiang Feng was stunned when he heard this, subconsciously reached out and wiped his neck, and his fingertips were instantly covered with sticky and warm liquid.

He trembled and reached his hand in front of him, and suddenly found that his fingers had been stained with blood.

At the same time, a burning and unbearable pain came from the neck. This feeling was exactly the same as the part of the painful pain when he was just injured by the strange man in his dream.

In an instant, Jiang Feng felt fear sweeping through his whole body like a cold tide, and a terrible thought emerged in his mind.

The dream world...is it interconnected with the present world?

"Xiao Jiang, I think your wound seems to be quite serious...why go to the hospital for a look?"

The administrator looked worried, but Jiang Feng could not care about so much at this moment. Thinking of the nightmare and this strange wound, Jiang Feng didn't want to stay in this ghost place for another second, and then he fled from the library with a pale face.

Although he had dreamt of that weird man countless times in these eighteen years, it had never happened like this today.

Tonight, the weird guy said nothing but said anything, and even the wounds left on himself in his dream were transferred to reality indiscriminately. No matter how you think about it, it feels incredible.

After escaping from the library, Jiang Feng did not walk towards his home, but headed straight towards Longwu Military Camp.

Unlike the city lord's personal guard, the Tiger and Leopard Guard, the Dragon Martial Army is the direct army of Xia Changqing, the lord of Xia Kingdom. In addition to directly participating in the war, it is also responsible for the public security of major prefectures and cities in the Xia Kingdom.

Although Yeling City is just an inconspicuous small city, it is also ruled by the Xia Kingdom.

No matter how powerful the weirdo who connects the real world and the dream world is, since the opponent can bypass the Longwu Army's reconnaissance system and directly enter Yeling City to harm himself, it must not be underestimated.

Therefore, Jiang Feng

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I know that with my uncle's second level of cultivation level of body refining, he may not be able to protect him. At this time, it is more appropriate to ask the Dragon Martial Army for protection.

Although Zhuxia Kingdom still has many disadvantages, it still attaches great importance to the personal safety of taxpayers.

What's more, the courage to commit crimes in Yeling City is equivalent to challenging the authority of the Xia Kingdom. How could the Longwu Army sit still and ignore it?

Jiang Feng was thinking while speeding up his pace. He only hated that he didn't have a cell phone, otherwise a phone call would allow Long Wujun to come to protect him.

He had also thought of finding a pedestrian on the road to borrow a mobile phone to seek shelter, but strangely, Jiang Feng didn't even see a figure along the way, and he couldn't help feeling a little scared.

Although it is not too early, the summer nights in Yeling City are still quite lively.

Not to mention anything else, there are definitely many people who have fun and chatted along the way at this time, not to mention those young people who like to travel at night.

What made Jiang Feng even more surprised was that he found that no matter how long he walked, he would eventually go back to the same remote and narrow alley.

The fear that enveloped Jiang Feng's heart became heavier and heavier. Finally, after turning to this alley again, Jiang Feng could no longer bear it and fell to the ground.

Although the "nightmare package" over the past 18 years has made him mentally tenacious, even if he is a very determined adult, he will definitely suffer a psychological breakdown when encountering this situation, not to mention that Jiang Feng is still a half-grown boy who has just been frightened.

At this moment, a blood-red mist floated towards him without warning. Even if he didn't look up, Jiang Feng knew that this was an "old friend" who was visiting him again.

The weird man shrouded in blood mist stood at the end of the remote alley. After seeing him appear again, Jiang Feng suppressed the fear in his heart, tried his best to stand up with difficulty.

"You, what exactly are you? Why are you always entangled with me?"

The wound on the neck was still burning and painful, as if reminding Jiang Feng of the torture he had suffered over the past eighteen years.

Almost every night he would wake up from his dream, which greatly affected his spirit and daily life.

Even if a pig or dog is tortured like this for eighteen years, he will definitely feel angry, let alone Jiang Feng is still a young man with a strong spirit.

Now it seems that this strange and terrifying dream seems to be the talented skill of this weird man. Otherwise, it would not be possible to explain why Jiang Feng's nightmare has never been interrupted in the past eighteen years, and the damage he suffered in the dream would be transferred to reality indiscriminately.

However, Jiang Feng believed that he knew Wan Ju quite well. After all, this is one of the key points of the Civilization Academy's assessment and his strength.

But Jiang Feng has never learned or understood that there is such a race among the prehistoric races. Nightmare?

That is a terrible monster that only exists in films, TV series and novels?

If such a clan really exists in reality, it is impossible for him to hide until now and have not been discovered.

After all, you can invade the other party's dream without limit, and transfer the damage caused to the other party in the dream to the other party to reality indiscriminately. This is incredible and too much of a bug.

Almost every race with this talented skill can ignore the opponent's combat power to a great extent and can easily kill people above the level. No matter how bad it is, it should have already entered the top 100 races. How could it be unknown until now?

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