Everyone started reporting to the teacher and the chief.
In short, after the incident, almost all the residents of the town fell into a coma immediately and struggled painfully in an endless nightmare.
Occasionally, some residents were awakened by accident and tried to wake up their sleeping relatives at home but to no avail, so they had to go out to the streets to seek help.
Finally, they encountered the swordsmen of Richardnard.
At that time, Richardnard's entire group was dispersed and randomly teleported to various parts of the town, so everyone walked on the streets, gathered the scattered swordsmen and awakened residents, and then settled down in the church in the center of the town.
Then the chief and second in command set out to find the teacher, while the rest continued to explore the town and look for any way to awaken the sleeping residents.
The end result is:
The teacher was found.
The town was explored and nothing was found.
The sleeping residents could not be awakened.
In fact, even the residents who woke up by chance could not explain what they encountered in their dreams or what conditions triggered their awakening - the only thing they could remember was the endless nightmare.
"In fact, there may not really be such a key method to wake up the sleeping residents." A swordsman said doubtfully, "Maybe these residents woke up by chance?"
"That's hard to say," Nuremberg retorted. "Until we are sure that we cannot wake up these sleeping residents, we should try every possible means to wake them up instead of just sitting back and watching them struggle in their nightmares."
"But we have tried all possible means," said another swordsman. "Noise, flapping, spinning, the calls of relatives, feathers tickling the nostrils, and pouring pepper water, none of them worked."
Pouring pepper water... Ask broke into a cold sweat silently, wondering which unlucky guy had received this treatment.
"Since these methods don't work, let's try something we haven't tried before!" Nuremberg said firmly, "There are always more solutions than problems!"
“Leaving everything to fate will lead to your own destruction; only by giving it your all can you have a chance of survival.” The old Sword Saint began to recite poetry again, worthy of being called the “King of Poetry”.
The swordsmen helplessly replied: "That's what the master taught us."
"Hey." Hans walked up to a sober resident and asked, "Do you still remember what happened in your nightmare?"
"Monsters..." the resident said with a sad face and trembling, "There are monsters everywhere..."
"What kind of monster is it? Tell me more clearly, can it be killed? Will it bleed if it is killed? Will it scream?" Hans continued to ask.
"Hans!" Nuremberg shouted at him, "Don't try to intimidate ordinary people!"
"I don't mean to threaten anyone. I just want to find out the truth." Hans stood up slowly. "Or do our two chiefs have any smarter ideas?"
Two chiefs? All the swordsmen were stunned when they heard this, and their eyes fell on Ask.
They thought that the man who came in with the teacher and others was a small town resident who was rescued along the way.
A new chief? Are you kidding! We've never met before!