Heavenly Official Sends Evil

Chapter 783: Nightmare Garbage Dump
"Ah... ah?"

Wu Xian subconsciously wanted to scream, but found that he could not make any sound.

It wasn't just the sound, he was also unable to move, he couldn't see, hear, or smell.

He had been on the first floor of the previous building, where he was deceived by a ghost and lost his four senses. It was a very terrifying experience, but that time Wu Xian at least knew that his senses were blocked.

But this time, he could not sense anything.

It’s not that I can’t make a sound, it’s that I don’t have a mouth!

It’s not that I can’t see, it’s that I don’t have eyes!

Arms, ears, nose, not even the slightest muscle could be felt.

"The last scene in my memory was a spike piercing my chest. Am I dead? Is this what death looks like?"

"No, I still have the immortal ghost power - death in place. Even if I really die, I will become a fierce ghost, not in the current state."

"So, what is the situation now?"

“Am I still in the blessed land?”

In this silence and darkness, Wu Xian was unable to take any action and could only guess at the reasonable possibilities.

Captured by an evil spirit with special powers and used as a plaything;
Completely dead and floating in the void, waiting to be taken to the underworld by the ghost messenger to live;

He even thought that now he was just a brain, kept in a jar...

Wu Xian's mind became increasingly confused, his emotions became increasingly anxious, and his thoughts became increasingly chaotic. Just when he was about to go crazy in his consciousness, he suddenly heard a voice.

"Ah, ah, I don't want to die with Yun the scumbag!"

This is Lingji's voice!
The sound was fleeting, like an illusion.

But Wu Xian was surprised, because it meant that this was not a hopeless cage with nothing.

Then Wu Xian suddenly felt that his scalp, which was the size of a coin, suddenly became cold.

You know, before this, he couldn't even feel his scalp.

Next, piece by piece of skin began to regain sensation. In the early stage, the spots that could be felt were only very small, like the spots of a Dalmatian. Later, the spots became larger and larger, gradually connecting into one and spreading like vitiligo.

Eventually, sensation returned to all areas of the skin except the chest.

It was at this time that Wu Xian discovered that he had regained the ability to move, but he still could not see, hear, or even breathe.

He tried to feel around and soon touched a brush. Then he touched his face and was shocked again.

It was cold and hard to the touch, with no hair or beard, smooth and round, without eyes, ears, mouth or nose, just like...

Those plastic models in room 209!

"Pen, model..."

Wu Xian repeated these two words in his mind, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind. He remembered the graffiti on the facial features of the models that he saw when he was in Apartment 209!
He hurriedly took the pen in his backhand and roughly drew two eyes on his head where the eyes should be based on his feeling.

After finishing the eyes, Wu Xian discovered that he could see things.

The first thing he saw was a face that had turned pale due to blood loss...

Wu Xian has seen more dead faces than many people of the opposite sex of his age have talked to, but this face is different because it is Wu Xian’s own face!
Above Wu Xian, there were huge inverted garbage mountains. The garbage in these garbage mountains was not daily waste, but human corpses, some of which were fragmented and some were relatively intact.

The corpses at the bottom of the garbage mountain were already rotting and stinking, with maggots crawling in them, while the corpses on the upper layers were still relatively fresh. On the top was the corpse of Wu Xian, whose face was filled with pain and his eyes were lifeless!
The body was relatively intact, with a wound through the chest, blood occasionally dripping from the wound, and a metal wire extending from both ends of the wound, leading to an unknown destination. Below the garbage mountain were countless scattered plastic models, all with heads like peeled eggs.

Some of these models were motionless like dead objects, while others were mechanically moving parts of their torsos. All the models that could move had considerable bloodstains on their bodies!
Wu Xian suddenly understood!

He was in a deep dream at this moment, and the corpse hanging above was indeed him. He was able to wake up on the model because the blood that fell from his chest poured onto the body of the plastic model!
So, what about the lines extending from the chest?
Wu Xian remembered Ling Ji's voice he had heard before, so he put his hands on his chest and recited silently.

"Can you hear me? If you can, please respond."

But Wu Xian did not receive any response.

He thought for another two seconds and continued to recite it silently in his mind.

"If you hear me, focus on your heart and that should be enough to respond to my voice."

Soon Wu Xian heard Yun Tianshu's response: "I heard it, can you hear my voice?"

"I can hear it!" Then came Lingji's voice: "But what's going on? Weren't we killed by the faceless man before?"

Communication was successfully established and Wu Xian breathed a sigh of relief. He paused for a moment, then told the two his guess about the current situation.

"I think we have arrived at the deep dream at this moment. This is the 'Garbage Dump of Nightmares'."

"Before I regained my consciousness, I heard Lingji complaining."

“After realizing that my body was a plastic model, I drew eyes on myself with a brush, and then I could see.”

"Combined with what happened before, I have a guess..."

Lingji suddenly interrupted: "Wait a minute, did you hear my complaint?"

Yun Tianshu added leisurely, "Yes, I heard it too. You must have too much resentment towards me, so your heart subconsciously beat harder when you thought of that sentence, but you didn't know it."

After the two finished their conversation, Wu Xian continued:

"I think the Faceless Man's final attack was not out of any evil intention, but it was a necessary step for us to enter the Nightmare Garbage Dump."

"The kitchen on the fourth floor provides food. If you want a pass, you need to go to the Deep Dream to get the ingredients."

"The sleep shop on the third floor provides good sleep. If you want to get a pass, you have to go to the deep dream and bear the cost of other people's good sleep."

"According to the same logic, if we want to get a pass to the second floor, we should also get something back from the deep dream."

"I was wondering before, ordinary people are not able to come back on their own after entering a deep dream, so the number of residents in this building should be decreasing."

"But in fact, the number of residents in the Mystery Tower has remained stable, and the natives all know more or less about the deep dream. In order to avoid returning to the deep dream, they can even endure hunger and sleepiness for a long time."

“Maybe there really is a channel that can allow the natives trapped in a deep dream to return to the mystery building, and the companion shop on the second floor is this channel!”

"The so-called nightmare garbage dump is the final destination of those who entered the deep dream and were killed by evil spirits. Everything that belonged to them as human beings was stripped away, leaving only bare plastic models!"

"And the way to bring those people back is to paint facial features on the blood-stained models!"

“But the Nightmare Garbage Dump can only be entered by those who died in the deep dream, so the Faceless Man attacked us. His purpose is to make us die the moment we enter the deep dream!”

"And that long spike connects our hearts together, so that even if we are separated, we can still communicate through our hearts!"

"If my guess is correct, as long as I draw eyes, ears, mouth and nose on the bloody model, I can make the model return to room 209."

"Our mission is to send back ten of them. As for the eleventh one that the Faceless Man requested, it's us!"

(End of this chapter)