Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2817 Who Rules the Dream Abyss
The evening sun still shines.

I was back in the bookstore in a second, paid my bill, sat back in my luxurious chair, and looked out the window.

The weather was fine, but unfortunately, only a sliver of the setting sun remained.

Fortunately, only a sliver of light remained, and there was no indication that it would not rise again tomorrow.

Although the number thirteen is theoretically considered somewhat unlucky.

With a sigh, Fu Qian touched the empty cup in front of him, picked up the pot from the side, and poured himself a cup.

The tea was still warm. Perhaps Gan Baobao's skills were a bit lacking, but fortunately the tea itself was of excellent quality.

Before entering the warehouse, I gave it a brief reminder here.

It emphasizes that while there may be many injustices between extraordinary individuals and ordinary people, at least in the face of real death, the fear is actually the same.

At this moment, it almost feels like a self-fulfilling prophecy.

This mission is not only eerie, but the combination of 48 plus 13 also casts a shadow over everything.

Even the item's serial number is 013.

In the past, this might have seemed like a mere coincidence, but not long ago, the power of numbers was demonstrated.

Not to mention the similarity between the numbering of the two containment items related to Grandpa Ji.

Of course, we should always look on the bright side. Even if it's only thirteen days, it's still almost two weeks.

Not to mention there was even a small bonus this time.

Bernard... one of the coffee shop duo, actually went to the Magic Mountain?

In return for helping to supplement the relevant records of Lasik, although the information provided by Mr. Moson was not much, it was enough to help confirm that it was not a case of the same name and that it was indeed that old friend.

It was somewhat unexpected, but actually quite reasonable.

Don't forget that those two could even run off to the witch's side, one being a local moon goddess dream, whose absurdity was even less extreme.

Not to mention that it has long been argued that the reason those two people have such a special constitution is likely related to the Nightmare Corridor.

……

Yes, in Fu Qian's view, there seem to be more elements that can be connected after this mission.

So much so that Annalise's midnight nightmare may well be closely related to the Nightmare Corridor.

One of the reasons is even in the name itself; the corridor itself seems to carry dream elements, and this name was personally certified by the indigenous lobbyist.

Although I have been calling myself the master of dreams for quite some time, it seems that there is no one who truly controls this special power... such as the Lord of Dream Abyss or the Emperor of Awakening.

This experience inevitably raises the question of whether some lofty figure is lurking behind this peculiar concept that is detached from reality.

Could it be the primordial moon? It seems there's something inextricably linked to it.

Going even further, could the primordial moon be related to the appearance of the Nightmare Corridor?

Don't forget that the Dark Moon that followed Him was clearly closely related to the Nightmare Corridor.

As for the second reason, another virtue quest related to Lashik rewards the Return Edict upon completion.

During his subsequent return from the witch, the warehouse itself confirmed that the power was related to the Nightmare Corridor.

Combining these two points, it's sufficient to prove that "virtue," even if it doesn't occur in the Nightmare Corridor, is at least closely related to it. Therefore, the probability of another quest related to Rashik having similar attributes undoubtedly increases significantly.

All of these factors combined make it quite normal for Bernard to inadvertently find himself caught up in them.

So what makes Fu Qian find interesting is actually his way of handling things.

It can only be said that everything unusual has a reason. The Lester that Grandpa Mosong mentioned is very likely Brother Bu Yiren.

It sounds like Bernard suffered some mental trauma during the treatment and intervention process.

It's unclear whether this was a motivation for him to take on the night shift as a guard, or his complex attitude towards the story of the Prophet.

I believe it one minute and I don't the next. From my perspective, this is definitely a case of a medical professional being contaminated by a patient. So, the root of the problem was planted by that messy-haired guy.

In the end, the mission proved that his hesitation was justified.

The prophet proved himself to be a master of prophecy through his exceptional actions.

In the game with Servais, it was actually the other side who was superficial all along. The real model is like this—

The prophet could indeed predict the future for a period of time and write it down on paper.

Selvis discovered this through his planted agents and actually arranged things accordingly.

So much so that although the prophecy did come true, both of them attributed it to their own efforts, and at the same time, they both began to doubt themselves.

Even from the perspective of the forerunner, Servais's actions were like mud falling into his pants—even if it wasn't excrement, it was still excrement.

In a sense, this is really like being trapped in a mental hospital, gradually doubting yourself and even becoming truly ill.
Fortunately, a villain appeared out of nowhere and drove the doctor insane through a three-person dance.

Given the aftermath of the sanatorium incident, there's a good chance that Selvis and the Precursors will switch places.

Of course, returning to Bernard, although the old man was vague about how he left, he clearly possessed qualities that could prove he was not ill.

Another point that is even more interesting is that Bernard was actually the "first intruder".

No matter how you look at it, that guy isn't very old, which means that the divine dream left over from the mythological era has remained peaceful for many years.
So why was it broken again this time?
This is by no means a trivial question, because it involves a more personal one—why did I end up on this mission?
It seems like they're just throwing themselves into a predicament, and then succeeding as long as they get out. What exactly is the warehouse trying to achieve by doing this?
It can only be said that once Nightmare Corridor is involved, many things become strange and unpredictable.

I don't know if I'll have the chance to ask Bernard for more details later.

"Tilanqi?"

My mind raced, but before I could stop myself from looking up at the sky and silently reciting another name.

……

Still no movement?

Unfortunately, even though night had truly fallen in a short time, the moon was still not visible in the sky, let alone a red moon.

So much so that Fu Qian rubbed his newly acquired "weapon" while taking another drink.

In fact, he had been waiting since the moment he came out, to see if Hongyue would have any special reaction because of this experience and gains.

Unfortunately, everything was so calm that he had to increase the dosage and try calling out "its name" directly.

Unfortunately, the result remained unchanged, and the tea in the pot was drunk up again—oh well.

With a soft sigh, Fu Qian got up from his beloved seat and headed straight for the airport in the dim light.