Wang Jin had a dream.

It's very long and extremely true.

The experiences of Huajiang Village and Chenjiaweizi flashed quickly, and familiar yet unfamiliar faces appeared in front of them.

Unwilling to die, the gangster sacrificed his daughter to the cultists in exchange for a life as short as a mayfly.

The leader who betrayed the people, pursued his dream of becoming a dragon, and buried the rest of his life in the dark underground river.

The innocent students who were reformed painted the walls with the blood of their loved ones to guide the direction of revenge.

The greedy but pathetic villagers ate the beautiful creatures that came to save them.

The father, who was full of righteousness, fought for his children at the last moment and came to his own end.

A man who could not betray his family pinned his twisted emotions on the afterlife, and did not stop fighting even if his head was cut off and his blood was drained.

The evil god who usurped rare objects was eventually trapped in the body of his believer.

A blood relative of a traitor, he tried his best to save his brother, but he watched helplessly as the dawn of freedom disappeared in front of him.

The Dragon Queen, who had been lamenting for hundreds of years, chose to accept the fate of abandoning her clan and smiled at the last moment.

One after another, these people appeared in person and disappeared into the shadows.

In a daze, Wang Jin saw the giant dragon in his dream again, staring at him without saying a word.

Maybe it's Chang Tianliu, maybe it's the Dragon Queen.

Never mind him.

Ambition, persistence, betrayal, humanity, remorse, forgiveness.

Everything turned into ashes amid the sky-shattering ghost cries.

Wang Jin is not going to judge anything.

They are people of flesh and blood, not just two-sided paper.

Right and wrong have long been meaningless, and the world is a chaotic gray.

as a participant.

For the first time, Wang Jin felt so clearly that he was alive.

"Good evening."

A very recognizable soft male voice sounded in my ears.

Wang Jin slowly opened his eyes.

At some point, he had returned to the row house and was lying on the lounge chair at the door.

Wang Jin turned his head and looked at the long-eared man in a black suit.

"Yo, profiteer."

"This is not a sales pitch."

Xingkong smiled helplessly, with an expression like a gentle elder.

This expression always weakens the masculine characteristics of his body, but it is not offensive.

"The goblin doesn't show up for money, do you think I believe it?"

Wang Jin waved his hand and joked with a smile.

These pointy-eared guys seem to be living in another parallel world.

They are always neutral record-keepers and never take the initiative.

Unless it's profitable.

"I'm here to congratulate you."

Xingkong stretched out his hand and held Wang Jin's long white hair so that he could see those amber eyes.

"Your connection with reality deepens."

"Um."

Wang Jin nodded but did not respond.

He knew this guy could read minds, so he simply stopped opening his mouth to speak.

"I thought you would be happier."

Xingkong smiled helplessly.

This feeling is more like buying a toy for a child, only to find that the child doesn't like it at all.

A subtle sense of frustration arose in my heart.

"I haven't understood it before and I don't know what it means."

The young man shook his head and answered honestly.

He doesn't rely much on electronic devices, and the Guitanpai software has always been stuffed in the "Utility Tools" column and gathering dust.

Wang Jin only knows that one of the functions of the Guaitan cards is to "enhance connections."

The stronger the connection with reality, the less likely people will be contaminated.

Because of this, the big guys are willing to be drawn into those colorful little cards.

As for the specific principle and whether the effect is considerable, he has no idea.

"That's it."

Xingkong smiled and clapped his hands, as if "Uncle will teach you how to play".

When he didn't use that official tone, he would always subconsciously show his true character in front of Wang Jin.

Like a young and beautiful aunt.

Of course, Wang Jin would not let Xingkong know about such strange thoughts.

He looked up at the pointed-eared man in front of him, waiting for his next words.

"Human beings will go crazy when they are polluted."

Xingkong stretched out his hand to comb Wang Jin's messy hair and spoke.

"Over the years, Han Dong and the others have researched related topics."

"But we are the only ones who really know the reason."

The man's voice was very soft, as if he was worried that others would hear him.

"Elves are born out of things."

"You should be able to guess from my name what the story is about."

"Art?"

Wang Jin asked in his heart.

Starry sky is a very famous painting.

"Um."

The man nodded slowly.

"The work of art is the original ghost story card."

"That's it... I'm a complete layman in this area."

Wang Jin sighed.

If beheading and explosions can be called art, he is quite talented.

Unfortunately, this kind of art is still too advanced for humans.

"From a certain perspective, you are very similar to an artist."

Xingkong gently tapped Wang Jin on the head.

"You all have high levels of inspiration and are more likely to be exposed to the world of ghost stories than ordinary people."

"Although such a world is cruel, it is also incredibly beautiful."

"Imagine if you were a painter or a sculptor."

"After seeing this kind of world, your works will be full of creativity."

"But soon, the original precipitation disappeared, and you need to find new stimulation."

"What happens next?"

"It will be contaminated."

Wang Jin answered without hesitation.

"Um."
To be continued...