Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"However, I would also like to take this opportunity to ask if you have heard any anecdotes about [death]?"

“[Death]?” Lalos was taken aback:

"That... is a frightening word, quite incongruous with a sweet dream."

Sand Jin smiled lightly and said:

"To be honest, I'm a tabloid reporter, and I'm collecting stories about the Pinocchio ghost story."

"Well, you probably understand... the more frightening something is, the more attention it gets."

"Perhaps you can be of help to me?"

Laros thought for a moment, then said uncertainly:

"Oh... if rumors count... although they're not related to death, it's said that in real hotels, there have been cases of guests falling asleep and never waking up."

"It appears to be an unexplained coma?"

"Fortunately, the person involved eventually regained consciousness, after all, the family was there to protect the guests."

"Thank you, that's enough. May Hippe bless us." Sandstone bowed politely to the singer.

He then left the stands, lost in thought as he walked.

Sleeping forever?

This is quite consistent with the physical reaction that might occur if the brain dies in a dream.

"If only I hadn't woken up that last half-sentence."

The next moment, Sand Gold's vision blurred again, once more being tainted by the power of [Harmony].

"What……?"

Feeling the pain in his brain, Sand Gold had no choice but to use the lotus flower again.

Feathers fell from the sky like sweet rain, disappearing into the gold dust's body once more.

After feeling the brain pain subside completely, Sand Gold was quite puzzled:

"Hmm? The curse that bastard cast doesn't seem simple."

"Strange...why did it work again? A relapse?"

"..."

Sand Gold suddenly looked up and glanced at the passersby around him.

I did feel that the power of [harmony] had been cleared away.

Rather than a so-called "relapse," this is more like a second surgery.

Sand Gold slowly closed his eyes, sensing the flow of memory around him, and the lotus in his pocket began to glow faintly.

He could sense something around him, something that felt like Sunday, silently watching him.

"...Is it really necessary to torture me like this?"

Sand Gold opened his eyes and looked at a dark purple raven standing at the top of a building in the far distance.

"Humph."

He wasn't going to bother with Sunday here.

After gathering my thoughts, I walked to the other side again.

It was an old man standing in front of the bar, his hands behind his back, muttering to himself.

"Alas... the world is going to the dogs, and people's hearts have lost their former virtues..."

With a faint smile, Sand Gold took out a gem from his handbag:

"These gems are for you."

The old man named Chabrol turned around, took the gem, and was somewhat stunned:

"This is……"

"Oh—I see."

"This must be some kind of prank show!"

"You must have set up a camera upstairs over there to film yourself doing good deeds, right?"

“You young people are always thinking about taking shortcuts and unorthodox methods. That won’t do.”

"A truly great film requires dedication to make!"

Sand Gold smiled faintly:

"Old man, you are really perceptive."

"The show is about to begin, but before that, I'd like to ask you something."

"Do you know where you can find [death] in this dream?"

"Oh?" the old man named Chabrol said disdainfully.

"Another young man who's not afraid of death."

"Here's a piece of advice: don't think your ideas are any ahead of their time."

"Death? That kind of subject matter has been overdone."

“I even bought it from Dr. Edward.”

"They say it's a high-end, anonymous donation that's one of a kind, but it's actually terrible; it's all just a gimmick."

"The effect was terrible. At first, a monster with eyes stabbed me in the stomach. After that, all I could vaguely see were tall buildings and lights, and then the world was spinning. I almost threw up!"

Sand Gold nodded slightly and pondered for a moment:

"That's...all there is?"

"Otherwise what?" Chabrol said irritably.

"Don't count too much on Pinocchio's core film industry... They even call this kind of thing 'avant-garde art,' isn't that ridiculous?"

“...That’s true.” Sand Gold smiled slightly. “I won’t bother you any longer. Have a nice day.”

Sand Gold bid farewell to the old man and departed alone.

A monster covered in eyes—that description does sound a lot like that Memory Realm Meme.

"But tall buildings and lights... these things have nothing to do with [death], right?"

"It's probably just another pipe dream pieced together from rumors and gossip."

Chapter 684 My son is so naughty!

After taking only a couple of steps, Sand Gold suddenly felt dizzy and almost fainted.

Clearly, he's fallen for the trick again.

"...I really am."

Suppressing his anger, Sand Gold gritted his teeth and once again cleared away the power of [Tong Xie], taking a deep breath:

"I promise, once this is over, I will make that winged-headed bastard pay the price."

Seeing that Sandgold seemed to be in a bad mood, a member of the hound family quickly stepped forward and asked:

"Sir, what's wrong with you? Do you need help?"

"Ok?"

Sand Gold looked at the newcomer and said with a faint smile:

"It's okay, I'm fine."

"These gems are for you."

He then handed a handful of gems to the member of the hound family.

The hound named Woolsey was stunned.

His expression was complicated, as if he were looking at a sparrow covered in mud.

"Friend, why are you giving me all this...? Also, you don't look well!"

"If you need help, I can contact the hotel to help you wake up by force."

Gold dust gently shook its head:

"No need, I'm fine... but thanks anyway."

“I do need help.”

"As Pinocchio's best hound, have you had any dealings with human smugglers recently?"

"Huh? A stowaway?" Woolsey asked, arms crossed, puzzled.

"Smuggled immigrants? How could Pinocchio have smuggled immigrants? There's never been such a thing..."

"..." Seeing that the burly man was so tight-lipped, Sand Gold wisely took his leave:

"Um... okay, I wish you all the best with your work."

Sha Jin shook his head as he walked, thinking, "As expected, the family won't tell the company anything."

After taking only two steps, Sand Gold's vision went black again.

He staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Clearly, I've fallen for their trick again.

"I'm really... impressed."

Sand Gold covered his head and looked at the blackish-purple crow standing on the telephone pole not far away. He really had an urge to rush up and strangle it.

Clearly, this is something akin to a familiar, which periodically re-infuses the gold dust with the resonance of [Harmony].

"Has the purification been detected?"