The moon and stars are few and far between, and magpies are flying south.
Zhang Yang is dreaming.
It was so strange that he was dreaming, and that he knew he was dreaming.
He wasn't sure whether he was already in the dream dimension, because he didn't see the dream guardians and his dream fortress. Although half of the dream fortress was destroyed by Zhang Yang's own soul last time, it stands to reason -
Zhang Yang let out a long sigh and silently mourned for those dream guardians in his heart. In the fourth sequence, these guys who are equivalent to anti-virus hunters almost fight alone.
There is gray fog in front, gray fog behind, and gray fog on the left. Only on the right, it seems to be black and white fog.
Zhang Yang patted his mind and felt helpless for the strange thoughts that suddenly popped up in his mind. It's really not my fault.
In the depths of his memory, he rummaged and rummaged for an unknown amount of time before he found a book, no, a bamboo slip. This was given to him by the Dream Spirit Captain, and it was called 300 Self-Rescue Strategies for Survival in Dreams.
It's amazing. He was obviously dreaming, but Zhang Yang actually took out a cold bamboo slip in his hand. His fingers slid over it, and the bamboo slip became slippery, like a hand that had just been cut off. But this method was too... It's low-level.
Zhang Yang was a little disgusted, but the next moment under his gaze, the woman's hand made of bamboo slips took root, blossomed and released leaves. The flower was a flower that had never been seen before, and the stamens inside were swaying in the wind. It was beautiful, but If you look closely, well, what about the gray fog around it
The gray fog disappeared, replaced by a huge jade-white building? And it looks familiar.
"So, I became a pistil? This is really a bad idea."
Zhang Yang thought like this, still disdainful of these methods in his heart. After all, he is also a mysterious and unknown boss. Well, wait, he looked at a guy with big ears in the sky who was looking down. Due to the difference in size between the two sides, Zhang Yang was enough It took him a full second to recognize that the head that was still so handsome even if it had grown ten thousand times was none other than his own.
"Me, are you looking at me?"
Zhang Yang shuddered, as if something unknown and powerful had sneaked in - another stamen.
"ah!"
Zhang Yang was very exaggerated and screamed for 0.1 seconds, because the situation at this moment was really a little weird, because there were seventy or eighty stamens among the petals, but these seventy or eighty stamens were At the top, they all have the same flamboyant head.
Moreover, the number of petals and stamens is still increasing. As long as a super-large Zhang Yang's head appears above, that is to say, as long as Zhang Yang outside takes a look at the petals and stamens out of curiosity and carelessness, he will immediately fall into this never-ending situation. Amid the curse, it became a stamen.
"day!"
Zhang Yang looked at seventy or eighty of himself, glaring at each other with big eyes and small eyes. They all looked not too panicked, and they all had confident expressions. Damn it, you don't think that releasing the soul shock in this situation can solve the problem.
Or are you all fake and I am the only one who is real
No, I won't be fooled. It is unwise to kill each other in this situation. Even if the other publicity is false, what if it is true? After all, this is a dream.
The enemies are awesome.
In such a flash of thought, Zhang Yang found seventeen or eight possible traps or routines, but almost at the same time, the generous heads outside could not help but look down at the flowers, so the stamens in the petals became more and more Many, from dozens to hundreds, to thousands, hell, tens of thousands in the blink of an eye.
"How about trying Soul Shock**?"
Zhang Yang couldn't help but think, and other Zhang Yang's faces also showed hesitation. Obviously, everyone is reckless at heart, and their appearance of stability is just a disguise.
"This kind of publicity after publicity, so much publicity, publicity until tomorrow, publicity becomes publicity, I have given up, boss, accept me as your apprentice!"
This thought flashed through Zhang Yang's mind again. He was now basically certain that he had met the real Gui Daqiang, the boss who possessed the ancient law of annihilation-virus.
The other party didn't make a move, or only made one move, and the rest was all for him to enjoy himself.
"The materialization of thinking consciousness is so awesome! I am convinced by Zhang Xiahui!"
Zhang Yang shouted, and in an instant, other Zhang Yang also shouted the same sentence. This was not an echo, nor a repeater, nor a projection, but all Zhang Yang thought of the key to the problem at this moment.
That is - as long as he keeps thinking wildly, every thought will immediately materialize and become a new publicity.
And because the new Zhang Yang is unfamiliar with the environment, he will continue to have random thoughts, so more Zhang Yang is manifested.
This is faster than asexual reproduction!
And although this is at the dream level, if Zhang Yang can't find the key, then once this kind of manifestation snowballs infinitely, his true spirit will probably really collapse.
don't know
In fact, I just try my best to fill my mind with junk files, and there will always be a moment when I collapse.
Fortunately, Zhang Yang gave himself the code name Zhang Xiahui.
"I think we can talk now, calmly."
A strange voice sounded in Zhang Yang's heart, "How about you let me go, I won't interfere with you, and everyone will be happy?"
Zhang Yang doesn't listen, doesn't look, doesn't think, doesn't talk.
"Haha, that is meaningless. The rules of the game are mine. I can let the game continue at any time. Your true spirit is very strong, but it cannot withstand the accumulation of a billion of yourself."
Zhang Yang doesn't listen, doesn't look, doesn't think, doesn't talk.
"How long can you persist like this? Now that your consciousness has sunk into the dream universe I created, your guards in the dream dimension have no idea what happened to you, and outside, the people around you will only think that you are in retreat. Shen Miao, even if you want to activate the boat of death, are you able to continue with me? I have been suppressed three times and the river of time has changed its course, so I still care about your little resistance?"
"No, you care!"
All Zhang Yang suddenly opened their eyes, and in unison, there was a roar.
The soul is shaking**, it won’t stop shaking!
"hateful!"
Zhang Yang only heard an angry curse, and then he passed out completely. With so many of his souls activated at the same time, although he could rush away from the dream universe of the unknown boss at once, it would definitely kill a hundred enemies. , a disaster that inflicts eight thousand wounds on oneself.
But, I do!
Even in a coma, there was a smile on Zhang Yang's lips. You are so cruel to your uncle. You are trying to trick me on my territory. I have to say that you, the boss, are not very lucky.
It's not willfulness, but, for him, soul shock is really what it is.
Sure enough, in less than half a day, Zhang Yang woke up and was in great spirits.
There is no way, his true spirit has long been immune to soul shock, otherwise Zhang Yang would dare to be so confident
Relatively speaking, his only real weakness is his body.