C98 Starry Sky

Suddenly, I remembered what Mr. Zhao had said. In my dream, as long as your willpower is strong enough, you can accomplish anything.

I excitedly stood up and closed my eyes as I chanted, "Walk down the Road to River Styx. Walk down the Road to River Styx."

The spiritual power of humans was very strong, especially in dreams. This kind of world was completely created by imagination. As long as you had enough willpower, you would be the god here.

When I opened my eyes again, I found that I was only a step away from the edge of the Road to River Styx.

I couldn't wait to lift up my legs and walk down. But before my feet touched the ground, I suddenly thought of Xia Xin: I'm leaving, what should I do with her?

If I escaped from this dream, A Chang and Xia Xin would probably be stuck in a nightmare for the rest of their lives. To them, their lives would become extremely difficult. After all, this was a nightmare. As for me, in reality, they have become vegetable people who sleep forever.

It was one thing for A Chang to become a vegetable. Wouldn't it be a pity if Xia Xin turned into a vegetable?

I hesitated, then suddenly smiled again. I didn't think it was necessary for me to dwell on this. I'll go down and try. If I can get out by the Road to River Styx, I can come back to fetch Xia Xin.

Having thought this through, I dropped my foot. As it turned out, I was thinking too much. The Road to River Styx had risen by another level, and it didn't intend for me to go down at all.

In that instant, all of the ambition and ambition I had just been turned into dust. I sat on the floor dispiritedly, scratching my head with all my might. I feel like I'm going to scratch my brains out.

"What's going on? That shouldn't be. "Why is my willpower not working?" I kept muttering, but no one here could give me an answer.

I forced myself to calm down and started analyzing.

First of all, this is a dream, in which willpower is absolutely useful, no doubt, because I've tried it before.

Secondly, the more confident a person was, the more he would be able to control the dream. When I was going down the path of the Yellow Springs, I didn't doubt that my willpower could work. I was more confident than ever. Why not?

I racked my brains for a long time before suddenly thinking of something. Before I fell asleep, Mr. Zhao had told me that I was about to enter a nightmare, and this nightmare wasn't only shared by me. It was also shared by me, Xia Xin and A Chang.

Because we are in the same trance, our dreams will merge together.

I felt that this was the right thought, so I went on: In the beginning, I was carried on my back by a paper man, and this was obviously my dream. In my own dream, I can control everything. So I wanted to get my strength back, and I would soon be strong. If I lose this ability here, does it mean that this isn't my dream?

I stood up, a little agitated, and paced back and forth on the spot, analyzing as I walked: Whose dream is this? What did I experience after I left the paper man? Oh right, I saw the Celestial Soldiers surrounding Xia Xin. That was obviously Xia Xin's dream, because in reality, she was very afraid of the Heaven Ranked Spirit Weapon.

And after that? We hid inside the Golden Toad Temple and entered the tomb. Was this still Xia Xin's dream?

I thought for a while and decided that this wasn't Xia Xin's dream. Xia Xin came in just like me, so she didn't know anything about this place. We even talked for a bit before she found out the way in.

At the end of the analysis, the result was obvious: This part of A Chang's dream.

The more I thought about it, the more possible it seemed. Wasn't A Chang a tomb robber when he was still alive? Finally, he was killed by Grandpa Gu in the tomb, and the thing he was most afraid of was the tomb. I clapped my hands. Yes, isn't this a tomb?

So, I should be able to find A Chang now. As long as I can find him, I can control this dream through him, and at that time, wouldn't I be able to go to the Yellow Springs and go to the Yellow Springs?

Thinking about this, I turned around and hurriedly headed towards the depths of the Road to River Styx.

I'm not sure if A Chang is right in front of us, but other than going forward, what else can I do? If he isn't there, I'll just wait there. This was his dream. He would definitely come, right?

Actually, I didn't walk far before I saw a figure in front of me. Surprised and happy, I quickly ran over.

The man obviously saw me, too, and turned his head.

It was Xia Xin.

When Xia Xin saw me, she bitterly smiled and said, "You were also tricked into this?"

I nodded and looked around me. "Did you see A Chang? This should be his dream. "

Xia Xin weirdly repeated my words, "That's right, this should be his dream."

She said this in a strange tone, and I asked her, "What's the matter?"

Xia Xin pointed, "He's on the bridge."

I turned around and saw that behind Xia Xin was the end of the Road to River Styx. At the end, there was a white stone bridge. This bridge was very small, and there were some pure white pillars on it. On the pillars, there were some small sculptures.

Those sculptures had animals, flowers, plants, birds, beasts, humans, ghosts, and even deities. Regardless of who it was, their bodies were all twisted and their expressions were hideous. It was as if they were enduring an enormous amount of pain.

A Chang was lying on the bridge. There were many wounds on his body and an arrow on his leg.

When I saw that he didn't move, I asked in astonishment, "Is he dead?"

Xia Xin shook her head, "He should want to die a lot, right?"

I asked Xia Xin, "What is this bridge? "The Bridge of Helplessness?"

Xia Xin replied, "I don't know either, probably."

While talking, A Chang had already slowly climbed back up from the bridge. He wanted to walk towards us, but before he could even take a step, tens of thousands of arrows shot out from the darkness, shooting him down.

I looked at this scene dumbfoundedly. I asked Xia Xin, "What are these arrows? The mechanism in the grave? "

Xia Xin said, "There are no traps here. The traps are man-made, so it's not possible to trap the ghost prisoners. "

I pointed at A Chang and asked, "But what happened to the arrows?"

Xia Xin said, "He thought of it himself."

I blurted out, "Is there something wrong with him? Do you want to abuse yourself? "

After saying this, I suddenly understood Xia Xin's meaning. When A Chang was alive, he stole countless tombs, and now that he had entered his nightmare, all he could think of were the terrifying traps from before he died. At a time like this, the more you don't think about the traps, the more they will pop up.

The current A Chang had already fallen into a hopeless situation that he had imagined would happen. He couldn't live, and he couldn't die. He could only suffer here, and that was bad luck.

I said to Xia Xin, "This isn't your dream, is it?"

Xia Xin shook his head, pointed at A Chang and said, "It's not ours, it must be his. But unfortunately, I don't dare approach him in case I get implicated by the mechanism he imagined. "

I didn't know what to do.

Xia Xin and I had also shouted a few words to A Chang, who responded to us with a groan. This means that he is still alive and can hear us, but it also means that he is in too much pain to communicate with us.

I stood at the edge of the bridge for a long time, and suddenly I saw some lamps around me. The wick of the lamps was dark, and it was hard to tell how long they had been extinguished. I touched my body and found that there were still a few matches, probably left over from when I ignited the Heaven-grade weapon.

I took out the matches and lit the lamps.

Xia Xin jumped in fright, anxiously telling me, "Don't touch the things here."

However, it was already too late. The nearest oil lamp had already been ignited by me. The rest of the oil lamps seemed to have received some sort of signal as they started to burn one after another.

They were growing rapidly like rapidly reproducing creatures, and there was only one thing that could describe them in my mind: Two lives, two lives, three lives, three lives.

The oil lamps spread out into the darkness far away, then spiraled up and appeared above our heads. They spread out like water and soon filled every nook and cranny.

A gust of wind blew, and the lights flickered. It was as if there were countless stars above our heads. In the middle of the stars, there was another huge lantern, similar to the moon.

On top of the ancient tomb, it actually simulated the starry sky.

I sighed as I looked at these lights. I felt as if I had returned to the ground. I said to Xia Xin, "How do you think these lights were made? "How can it burn on top of your head?"

Xia Xin shook his head and said: "I think it can only be attributed to A Chang's imagination."

I chuckled. "A person like A Chang is ruthless. He looks like a boorish fellow with no imagination. I suspect he's seen something like this before when he stole tombs. "

As soon as A Chang was mentioned, I took a glance at the bridge. Afterwards, I was surprised to find that A Chang had stood up and carefully walked down from the bridge.

He was riddled with wounds, but he was not attacked again. When he forced his way to the Road to River Styx, he sat down on the ground with a "normal" sound.

Panting, he looked up at me and said, "Thank you for this."

I asked, puzzled, "Thank me for what?" Did I help you block those traps? "

A Chang said: "No matter what you say, it isn't true. After these lights were lit, for a few seconds, I was in a trance, thinking I had escaped from the grave and was back on the ground. I stopped thinking about the mechanisms and didn't suffer. Only then will we have the strength to escape. "

I wanted to say more, but Xia Xin pulled me back. I looked at her strangely, then suddenly understood: A Chang's imagination was dangerous, when he was on the bridge, the bridge was a trap. Now that he was on the Road to River Styx, it was no longer safe. We were too close to him to be hurt by a trap.

A Chang guessed our intentions, and laughed bitterly at us: "Don't worry, there are no traps on this road. I walked this road when I was still alive, and I remember it so well that I don't think about it too much. "

I replied, "It seems that this really is your dream?"

A Chang nodded: "That's right, I came to this tomb before. It was very dangerous back then, and there were traps everywhere. At that time, I couldn't believe that I was able to escape. "

I asked worriedly, "Then can you still escape?"