Chapter 193

Is this an illusion?

No, it's not an illusion.

Although Gu Jun's spiritual strength was also consumed, it was not a sense of illusion, but a clear, strange and strange feeling.

At this time, he was in a theater, not a modern theater, such as an old dome theater, shadow light, narrow corridor, a small stage with drapery, and ten rows of seats in front of the stage, each row of ten flat wooden chairs, with a total of 100 seats.

"My perspective?" Gu Jun immediately found that his perspective can be adjusted at will, which direction and position you want to see can be.

It also seems to mean that he doesn't exist here as someone or something.

This omniscient perspective is like He is the theatre itself.

In line with this idea, Gu Jun thought to move, to open the curtain cloth, the curtain cloth when opened.

There was nothing but dust on the stage.

"If I were a theater..." Gu Jun wondered, "who is the audience? Who are the performers? "

There was a wooden door behind the tenth row of seats. It was closed. He thought again and opened it without difficulty.

He suddenly saw a figure coming in slowly from the outside. The figure was obscured. He wanted to see more clearly and felt that his spirit consumed faster. However, the figure was still hazy, and he could not even tell his gender.

The figure went to the front row and sat down in the middle seat, facing the stage.

"Is this man's dream?" Gu Jun thought, "sitting alone in an empty small theater, looking at the empty stage?"

The man sat quietly, but the surrounding space gradually became unstable and distorted

"No Gu Jun tends to one from his messy thoughts: the play performed on the stage is a dream, the audience is called by the dream, and the play is controlled by him, that is, the theater.

Maybe only when the performance on the stage starts and the dream is presented to the audience, can the audience really dream, instead of becoming more vague.

This dream play should be stored here. You don't need to look for it, just start

"Ah." Gu Jun wanted to stimulate the stage, but he clearly felt that his spiritual strength could not run this stage at all.

A few times, the head seems to be tight, that figure and everything else is more hazy.

He had to stop abruptly, and in front of him was the wall of the barrel again. He was really helpless, "my mental state is too bad."

What dimension did that happen? In his mind?

Gu Jun then closed his eyes to see the sea above, there are still five dream bubbles, but the one on the far left has become much thinner, as if it will burst at any time.

"These dreams are not disposable consumables. They should have durability, and they will be consumed every time they are used. I don't know if it can recover and grow? It was a dream of failure just now, which led to the decline of durability? If it succeeds, will it decline? "

There are a lot of new problems, but he can't open this dream for the time being. So are the other four. Now it's just a waste of money.

"It's better to restore mental strength first..." "It's only when I have enough control of the theater that I can really use it," he thought

But it comes back to the question of erosion.

But now there is no other choice, can only continue to exercise the spirit, turn the eyes to complete the difficult task digestion erosion.

"It doesn't have to take 800 days. Another 1% reduction may be enough to use meimeng. Patience is what we need most now. "

The spirit is quite tired, Gu Jun will first rest for a while, closed his eyes to listen to the movement outside.

There was the sound of the wheels rolling all the time, and there were the jingling of the bells, the neighing of the horses, and the sound of the wheels of all kinds, and soon the hustle and bustle became more and more intense. He felt that the caravan was entering a city, and the noise of the street was coming.

He can understand a lot of words, which is obviously for the speaker to make everyone understand.

A drunk is arguing with the owner of the hotel:

"get out of your mother, I'll owe you the money for drinking after spending so many years in delas Lin

"Get out of here and don't be wild in my shop. What a fool to beat!"

There was a lot of hustling and shoving, and there was shouting from other drinkers. And the caravan's vehicles kept their speed and passed.

Gu Jun heard something, but fell in love, "dILAS Lin", which seems to be the place name here.

"It turns out that there are cities in the dream world. The world is not a collection of dreams, but can be reached through dreams. It seems that there are indigenous people in this world, with their own civilization Is that Barthel from here? It's not from the earth world. "

"Is that kind of writing in the seven secrets of the earth brought by Chinese ancestors? I should not be the first person from the earth

Before Gu Jun thought about it, the caravan stopped and seemed to have reached its destination.The lid of the barrel was still tightly covered. He was first removed from the car, and then moved in. I don't know where. After a little while, when the lid of the bucket was taken away, he was pulled out by several middle-aged black robed men with men and women. Only then did he see that he was in a utility room and saw more of his physical condition.

Finally, I realized why I didn't eat and drink for so many days. My legs were connected with a purple and black vine like thing below the knee. He could see clearly that some of the vines got into his skin and connected to his blood vessels

"Is that a plant or an animal?" Gu Jun's heart is cold, which completely violates his own biological knowledge, but this is the dream world.

This is the way of the ancestors? The system shows his physical indicators??? Is that why.

These vines provide him with nutrition, but is it related to his abnormal paralysis?

The black robed men did not destroy any of his vines. They pulled him out of the barrel and put him in another delicate clay pot. The vines quickly took root. His upper body was exposed, and his back was next to a wooden frame inserted in the basin, and they changed him into a clean and strange robe.

"Hello, can I talk to you?" Although Gu Jun kept using his eyeballs, these black merchants ignored him and regarded him as a decoration.

At this time, they took two iron hook frames with peculiar shapes, such as eyelid opener and eye fixator, and forced them to fit his two eyes.

"Hello, Hello!" Gu Jun struggled to turn his eyes, but only in vain to get more pain. The iron hook frame was still installed. Suddenly, he could not move his eyes and close his eyelids, so he could only open his eyes and look forward.

This guy is burning with anger

They put the basin on a wooden wheelchair, covered him with a black cloth, and pushed it out.

Gradually, Gu Jun heard an excited voice and said, "audience, next is the new" nightmare spectacle ". Please, nightmare man

The wooden wheelchair stopped, and the black cloth in front of him was torn off. Immediately, he saw the theater auditorium in front of him. Rows of seats could accommodate thousands of people. At this time, hundreds of 45% of the audience were sitting.

They all kinds of strange clothes, all kinds of strange looks, curious, suspicious, interested looking at this side of the stage, looking at him.

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