Chapter 43

Xie De exhaled a breath of white hot air into his freezing palms. The winter in the northern country was extremely cold, and in the dream, it was a 100% recreation.

Thanks to that kid, otherwise how could he personally experience the cold wind of the northern country? Haha, almost froze to death.

The drifting snow fell on his dark leather coat and was blown off by the wind. Xie De walked into a coffee shop to shelter from the wind. Because he knew very well that he was in the dreamscape of an scenario, he bought the most expensive cup of coffee without feeling a pinch of regret.

It’s just a pity that this was in Hu Songlin’s subconscious, and everything was constructed according to his memories.

He lowered his head and took a sip of the coffee. Tasteless, because Hu Songlin had never drunk it. The truth was chilling.

Xie De sat in the corner of the coffee shop with a cold face, tapping the table irritably with his fingers. The coffee shop had floor-to-ceiling windows, screened by green plants. Looking outside from here, there was no one on the road.

“Gibberish, have you located him?”

“It’s hard to locate someone in a dream, but we can rely on guessing to determine where he is,” Gibberish pondered. “The Lost Domain disrupts a person’s memory and is formed by their subconscious. We can guess what this guy desires deep down and find out what is projected from his heart into this place.”

“But we don’t understand him. Right now, all we know is that he has absolute good luck, and the ability to make people absolutely ignore him.”

Xie De clicked his tongue and looked outside. The snow outside was really heavy. Even staying in the heated coffee shop, he could feel that biting chill.

As he watched, he suddenly noticed something wrong.

“Wait, Gibberish, don’t you feel something is off outside?”

“What’s wrong?”

“Holy crap, why do I feel like I’ve returned to my home country from abroad? The bakery outside has turned into a noodle shop.”

Gibberish: ╭(°A°`)╮ Capitalized confusion.

Sure enough, the entire space was divided into two halves. The half he was in was a snowy northern country, and across the street was a snowy Hua Country. There was an essential difference in the buildings. Although it was also snowy, the wind and snow on the Hua Country side were obviously a bit lighter.

Xie De went out of the coffee shop and squinted his eyes against the cold wind. Then, he made a surprising discovery—he saw Qiu Shanyi.

Sitting in a high-end restaurant admiring her manicure.

What’s the situation?

“Strange, didn’t we fall into Hu Songlin’s subconscious? How come someone else’s subconscious appeared? Could it be that Lost Domains can actually merge? But we didn’t bring any equipment.” Gibberish analyzed.

“Then it means someone came in, and with equipment.”

Xie De proposed this thought, feeling that his guess made sense.

“And it’s very likely the protagonist. He might have guessed that I was brought into the Lost Domain by his enemy, or he might have come to the Lost Domain to find clues. We can go find him now and take down Hu Songlin together.”

The more Xie De spoke, the more he felt his guess was reasonable. He couldn’t even wait to act immediately. He waited expectantly for Gibberish’s answer, but the result was a bolt from the blue.

Gibberish was silent for a long time.

“But, if it’s really the protagonist, wouldn’t this subconscious be very dangerous? The things the protagonist always experiences are terrifying!”

“Ah?”

Speak of the devil, and he appears. It was originally daytime, but now it was rapidly turning into night. Dark clouds covered the sky, and fierce winds rose up. The sobbing sound of the wind was like people crying.

Xie De looked ahead, his pupils quaking.

He saw a group of people piled up at the intersection, wearing white and black clothes, holding prayer flags. They were moving up and down as if walking with a bounce. Their tongues were stretched very long, and their faces were tinged with blue. On both sides of the road, there were basins of fire burning yellow paper, with smoke curling up.

Ghost soldiers borrowing the path, the living must stay away.

“What exactly has the protagonist experienced?!”

Xie De let out a terrified howl and hurriedly ran back to the northern country constructed by Hu Songlin’s subconscious. He hid in the coffee shop, not daring to look outside at all.

Find what Wei Yanchi? He felt like he wanted to cry but had no tears left.

………

Actually, Xie De was still only at the edge of the subconscious. If he truly went deep into Wei Yanchi’s domain, he would find various more terrifying, more indescribable things entrenched here.

This might be the special treatment of being the protagonist of this world. Inside Wei Yanchi’s body lay secrets even he didn’t know about.

A ghost bride as tall as a building, covered with a red veil, singing nursery rhymes. An incredibly obese landlord wearing a golden mandarin jacket, greedily guarding his mountain of gold. A giant dragon rotting to only bones occupying the largest high-rise building…

They were all looking at him—Wei Yanchi.

Wei Yanchi was wearing a school uniform, walking through his high school. He felt very exhausted and lay his head down to sleep as soon as he entered the classroom.

Then the class representative came over and knocked on his desk, telling him to take out his Chinese textbook to recite.

On the blackboard hung a 100-day countdown to the college entrance examination. Below that were back-to-back classes. It was said there would be an exam later. This was simply a nightmare.

Wei Yanchi stared at the poem in the Chinese textbook. To be honest, he really felt something was very wrong recently. The first thing was that he always felt someone was watching him. The second thing was that he didn’t know why, but he felt this world was very fake.

For example, a passerby he saw on the first day was wearing the same clothes and walking on the same road on the second day, as if he was trapped in a loop.

This was not right.

None of this was right.

Putting down the Chinese textbook, he took out a pen and absentmindedly doodled on the book based on his feelings. On the first page, he drew a ghost, staring right back at him with wide eyes.

Boring. Wei Yanchi flipped to the next page and continued drawing. This time, he drew a ghost bride as tall as a building. The ghost bride was very happy, bending down outside the window and smiling at him.

This was getting interesting. Wei Yanchi started drawing again, his strokes getting faster and faster. He drew the obese landlord, the remains of the giant dragon, the hanged ghost strung up on the classroom wall, the baby ghost acting playfully at his feet…

Until he drew a man.

The tip of the pen stopped instantly. Wei Yanchi traced the drawing on the paper with his finger. Ripples finally appeared in his usually calm eyes. He drew very vividly. The man was leaning lazily against a sofa, holding a cigarette in his hand. His long hair spread out like soft brocade. He had a pair of cold and deep eyes, exceptionally beautiful.

He, who is he?

Wei Yanchi frowned, stood up, and walked straight out. The classmates in the class were asking him what he was doing, and the teacher was asking him too. But since you are all fictional, why bother answering?

After he finally realized that all of this was fake.

Everything he had just drawn on the paper appeared vividly in reality right before his eyes.

The giant dragon lowered its gaze, bowed its head, and stared carefully at Wei Yanchi.

Wei Yanchi had an intuition that they wouldn’t hurt him, so he asked them a question.

“What are you things? Why are you in this place?”

“We have flowed in your bloodline for generations.” The giant dragon said.

“Only the Wei family members we acknowledge have the qualifications to meet us.” The ghost bride said.

“This is a kind of fortune, but equally a kind of misfortune. But in our view, this is your destiny. Although the timing is a bit early, you would have known of our existence sooner or later anyway.” The landlord said.

“Is that so?” Wei Yanchi lowered his eyes. His figure looked a bit frail, surrounded by all these ghosts and monsters, like someone who had mistakenly strayed into it all, the only trace of purity.

“Do you have anything you want to ask us?” The giant dragon kindly asked.

“Who is that man?” Wei Yanchi raised his eyes and looked at it very seriously.

Giant dragon: ……

The giant dragon retracted its head.

“Don’t know.”

“Isn’t he part of your group?”

“No, he is a real, existing person,” the giant dragon said with complicated feelings. “You kid are quite fixated on him.”

“Ah?” Wei Yanchi felt his ears getting a little hot.