Is this an illusion
No, this is not an illusion.
Although Gu Jun's mental power is also being consumed, it's not a sense of illusion, but a clear, strange and strange feeling.
He was in a theater at this time, not a modern theater, like some old amphitheatre, with shadowy light, narrow aisles, a small stage with hanging curtains, and ten rows of seats in front of the stage, ten in each row. A plain wooden chair with a total of one hundred positions.
"My angle of view?" Gu Jun immediately discovered keenly that his angle of view can be adjusted at will, and he can look in any direction or position he wants.
This also seems to imply that he is not here as someone or something.
This omniscient perspective is like... he is the theater itself.
With this in mind, Gu Jun moved his mind and wanted to pull the curtain back, and the curtain was pulled away immediately.
The stage was empty, except for the dust that had accumulated on the surface, there was nothing.
"If I were a theater..." Gu Jun thought suspiciously, "Who is the audience? Who is the performer?"
There was a wooden door behind the tenth row of seats, which was closed. He had another thought and opened the door without much effort.
He suddenly saw a figure walking in from outside without slowing down. The figure was blurred. He wanted to see clearly and felt that his energy was exhausted faster, but the figure was still hazy, and he couldn't even distinguish it. gender.
The figure walked to the first row in front and sat down in the middle seat, facing the direction of the stage.
"This dream belongs to this person?" Gu Jun thought, "Sitting alone in a small empty theater and looking at the empty stage?"
The man just sat quietly like this, but the surrounding space gradually fluctuated and distorted, becoming unstable...
"No." Gu Jun tended to one of the messy thoughts in his mind: the repertoire performed on the stage is a dream, the audience is summoned by the dream, and the repertoire is controlled by him, that is, the theater.
Perhaps only when the performance on the stage begins and this beautiful dream is presented in front of the audience, can the audience really fall into the dream instead of becoming more vague.
This dream repertoire should be stored here, no need to look for it, just start...
"Ah." Gu Jun wanted to move the stage, but he clearly felt that his mental strength could not operate the stage at all.
After a few moments, his head seemed to tense, and the figure and everything else became more hazy.
He had to stop abruptly, seeing the wall of the barrel again in front of him, feeling really helpless, "My mental state is too bad."
What dimension did those things happen just now? on his mind
Gu Jun closed his eyes and looked at the Sea of Consciousness. There were still five dream bubbles, but the one on the far left was much thinner, as if it would burst at any moment.
"These beautiful dreams are not one-time consumables. They should have their durability, and they will be consumed every time they are used. I wonder if they can be restored and strengthened? It was a failed beautiful dream just now, which caused the durability to drop? Will it go down?"
There are many new problems, but he can no longer open this sweet dream for the time being, and the same is true for the other four, and it is just wasted now.
"I still need to recover my mental power first..." he thought, "only when I have a high enough control over the theater can I really use it."
But it comes back to the question of erosion.
But now he has no other choice, he can only continue to exercise his mind first, and roll his eyes to complete difficult tasks to digest erosion.
"It doesn't have to be 800 days, and another 1% drop may be enough to use Meimeng. Patience, patience is needed most now."
Quite exhausted, Gu Jun rested for a while, closed his eyes and listened to the movement outside.
The sound of the wheels kept ringing, and there was the sound of jingling bells, the neighing of horses, various sounds of wheels, and the bustling sound became more intense after a while. He felt that the caravan had entered a city, and the noise from the streets was also heard.
He can understand many words, which are clearly intended by his speakers to be understood by all.
There are drunks arguing with the hotel owner:
"Fuck you, I have been in Dilas-Lin for so many years, will I owe you money for drinks!?"
"Get out and don't run wild in my store, you're a wretched bastard!"
There was some chaotic shoving and shouting from other drinkers. The vehicles of the caravan passed by maintaining their speed.
Gu Jun was interested when he heard something, "Dillas-Lin", this seems to be the place name here.
"It turns out that there are also cities in the dream world. This world is not a collection of dreams, but can only be reached through dreams. This world seems to have aboriginal inhabitants and their own civilization... Is that Balsai from here? Not from the earth world."
"The text of "The Seven Secrets of the Earth" was brought by the Chinese ancestors? I should not be the first person to come here from the earth world."
Without waiting for Gu Jun to think, the caravan stopped, as if it had reached its destination.
The barrel lid was still tightly closed, so he was first moved out of the car, and then moved into an unknown location. After a while, when the wooden barrel lid was taken away, he was pulled out by several middle-aged men and women in black robes. Only then did he realize that he was in a utility room, and he also saw the more serious changes in his body. Many situations.
It was only then that I finally understood why it was okay for me not to eat or drink for so many days, and my lower limbs were connected to a purple-black vine-like thing below the knees. He clearly saw some vines getting into the skin and connecting with his blood vessels...
"Is that a plant or an animal?" Gu Jun's heart shuddered. This completely violated his biological knowledge, but this is a dream world.
Is this the "method" of the ancestors? The system displays his physical indicators? ? ? Is this the reason
These vines provide him with nourishment, but does this have anything to do with his abnormal paralysis
The people in black robes didn't destroy any of the vines on his body. After pulling him out of the barrel, they put him in another exquisite clay pot, and those vines quickly took root. His upper body was exposed, and his back was next to a wooden frame inserted in a basin, and they changed into a set of clean and weird robes.
"Hello, can we talk?" Although Gu Jun kept gesturing with his eyeballs, these black businessmen ignored him at all, treating him like a decoration.
At this time, they brought two iron hooks with strange shapes, such as lid speculum and eyeball fixator, and forced them to fit his two eyes.
"Hey, hey!" Gu Jun struggled to turn his eyeballs but only in vain in exchange for more pain, the iron hook was still installed, he suddenly couldn't even move his eyeballs, and couldn't close his eyelids, so he could only open them wide The eyes look forward.
A wave of anger burned in his heart, these guys...
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 saying: "Everyone, the next one is the new 'Nightmare Spectacle', please, Nightmare Man!"
The wooden wheelchair stopped, and with a jerk, the black cloth in front of him was torn off, and he saw the auditorium of the theater directly in front of him. The rows of seats can accommodate thousands of people. Hundreds of spectators.
With all kinds of strange clothes and strange looks, they looked at the stage and him curiously, suspiciously, and with great interest.
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