sbdcsierra Chapter 290 Nightmare, 8th Level Hell Experience Ticket
Chapter 290 Nightmare, 8th Level Hell Experience Ticket
"You are special!"
At the bottom of the low building, in a dim corner, shadows were quietly moving.
A sloppy middle-aged man slowly walked out from the shadows. His figure seemed a little blurry under the dim street lights, but his eyes were unusually bright, flashing with a hint of seriousness and emotion.
His clothes were a little worn, his hair was disheveled, and there were a few wisps of stubble on his face. He looked like someone who had been wandering for a long time.
But his eyes revealed a shrewdness and depth that was completely different from his appearance, as if they could see through people's hearts.
Lin Qiye stood there, his body slightly stiff.
His eyes fell on the middle-aged man, with a hint of complicated emotions in his eyes.
He didn't say anything, just looked at the other person silently.
His thoughts were still lingering in the memories just now. Zhao Kongcheng's shouts seemed to still echo in his ears, and the sloppy middle-aged man in front of him seemed like a shadow that suddenly broke into his memory world.
The middle-aged man stared intently at Lin Qiye, as if he saw something special in him. He leaned forward slightly, his tone carrying a seriousness that could not be ignored:
“You are really special, Lin Qiye.
This seems to be an important point in your heart!"
His voice was a little hoarse, as if it had been tempered by time, but it revealed an unquestionable firmness.
Lin Qiye remained silent, his eyes gradually becoming deeper, as if he was trying to pull himself back from those warm yet distant memories.
His fingers curled up slightly and he subconsciously clenched his fists, as if to remind himself that everything in front of him was real.
"I have a way to help you leave this prison! Aren't you planning to escape from prison?" Wu Laogou's voice was low and cunning, like a ghost fire flickering in the dark.
A gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and that light was like a sharp arrow piercing through the fog, staring straight at Lin Qiye.
The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a meaningful smile, as if implying some mysterious power.
When Lin Qiye heard this, his whole body shook violently, as if he was struck by lightning.
His body trembled slightly, and his eyes instantly became as sharp as a knife, staring straight at Wu Laogou.
There was a hint of disbelief and caution in his voice:
"how do you know!"
Old Dog Wu spread his hands gently, his movements elegant and calm, as if to show his harmlessness and innocence.
He raised his hand and pointed around, with a hint of teasing in his eyes:
"I've dragged you into my dream now!"
There was a hint of frivolity in his voice, yet a confidence that could not be ignored.
"What you think about during the day, you dream about at night!"
Wu Laogou's voice sounded like a whisper, but also like a chant.
He paced slowly, and every step seemed to follow some mysterious rhythm.
His eyes swept across Lin Qiye's face, as if he was admiring a piece of art.
“Sometimes, dreams are also a reflection of reality.”
Lin Qiye's eyes flickered slightly, and a complex light flashed in his eyes.
He lowered his head and frowned slightly, as if thinking about what Wu Laogou said.
His fingers gently stroked his chin, as if trying to find a clue from this chaotic dream.
After a moment, he raised his head, with a glimmer of understanding in his eyes.
His voice was low and calm:
"You mean, my dreams hide the secrets deep in my heart?" His gaze fell on Wu Laogou again, with a hint of scrutiny in his eyes, as if he was trying to judge the other party's intentions.
Wu Laogou smiled slightly, as if confirming Lin Qiye's guess.
But it seemed as if he said nothing.
Lin Qiye frowned slightly, a deep wrinkle appeared between his brows, and a hint of vigilance and dissatisfaction appeared in his eyes.
His voice was low and calm, with a hint of questioning tone:
"You peeped into my dreams for no reason and even forced me into them!
And it happened more than once, which is not something a good person would do.”
His eyes were fixed on Wu Laogou, as if he wanted to find a flaw in the other's expression.
He paused, and a hint of sarcasm appeared in his tone:
"And aren't you mentally ill?
Why don't you just focus on your mental illness and come to care about my affairs?"
The words seemed to be squeezed out from between teeth, with a hint of obvious sarcasm and impatience.
The corners of Lin Qiye's mouth turned down slightly, and there was a hint of disdain in his eyes, as if he was questioning Wu Laogou's motives.
Wu Laogou's expression, which originally had a hint of cunning and confidence, suddenly froze.
His eyes froze slightly, as if Lin Qiye's words had hit him sorely.
He stood there in a daze, the smile on his lips gradually froze, and he seemed a little at a loss.
After a moment's silence, an awkward expression appeared on his face and his eyes began to wander, as if he was trying to hide his embarrassment.
He coughed dryly, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere, but his voice sounded somewhat weak:
"This..." His eyes swept across Lin Qiye's face, then quickly moved away, as if he didn't dare to look directly into the other's sharp eyes.
He rubbed his hands slightly, looking a little uneasy, as if he didn't know how to respond to Lin Qiye's question.
Lin Qiye's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a hint of sneer,
"See, I was right."
Wu Laogou was silent for a moment, as if he was organizing his thoughts, and seemed to be hesitating about how to start.
His eyes lingered on Lin Qiye's face, and he finally lowered his head, his voice low and a little hoarse:
"I'm sorry! It's my fault, but I don't mean to target you or do anything bad to you!"
There was a hint of apology in his tone, but also a sense of helplessness, as if he didn't want to be in this situation.
He raised his head, a trace of confusion and struggle flashed in his eyes:
"I just... want to see if you are the same as me, and whether you are worthy of my help!" His voice gradually became low, as if telling a heavy secret.
He sighed slightly, with a hint of fatigue in his tone:
"Ugh!"
This sigh seemed to come from the bottom of the heart, carrying with it endless helplessness and bitterness.
"You and I are similar, exactly the same..." Wu Laogou's voice became lower and lower, almost as if he was talking to himself.
His expression became painful, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to deepen at this moment, as if he was oppressed by some invisible force.
A glimmer of pain flashed in his eyes, as if touching the scars deep in his heart. The memories and pain buried by the years were reawakened at this moment.
Lin Qiye looked at Wu Laogou quietly. The original vigilance and dissatisfaction in his eyes gradually faded away, replaced by a complex emotion.
When he saw Wu Laogou's painful expression and heard his apologetic apology, his heart seemed to be touched by something soft.
His eyes softened a little, as if he could sense the pain deep in Wu Laogou's heart.
A delicate silence hung between the two of them, with only the sound of raindrops gently hitting the ground adding a subtle sound to the silent night.
"You and that Zhang Yun are very talented, much more talented than anyone I know, so you shouldn't waste your time here. I can help you!"
There was a hint of seriousness in Wu Laogou's voice, as if he was afraid that Lin Qiye would misunderstand his intentions.
There was a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, which included admiration for Lin Qiye and Zhang Yun's talents, as well as confidence in his own abilities.
He leaned forward slightly, folded his hands on his knees, and his tone was firm and sincere.
"Originally, I wanted to pull Zhang Yun into the dream!" Wu Laogou's voice suddenly became a little hesitant, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.
He frowned slightly, as if recalling that unpleasant experience. His expression became somewhat stiff, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he was trying to hide his inner shock and fear.
"That Zhang Yun is simply not a human!"
He said this almost through gritted teeth, with a hint of disbelief in his voice.
There was a deep fear in his eyes, as if Zhang Yun was a gap that he could not cross.
He shook his head, as if still trying to get over the terrible experience.
"Except for the first time when I pulled Zhang Yun into the dream, it was relatively smooth, but afterwards..." Wu Laogou's voice gradually became low, as if he was trapped in a nightmarish memory.
His hands were clenched tightly together, his knuckles turning white from the effort.
His breathing also became rapid, as if those nightmares were still replaying in his mind.
"What follows is a nightmare!"
He practically growled the words, a suppressed fear in his voice.
His eyes became empty, as if he was tightly bound by some invisible force.
His body trembled slightly, as if he felt the unspeakable horror again in his memories.
"My nightmare!"
Wu Laogou's voice was low and hoarse, as if squeezed out from the depths of his throat.
There was a deep helplessness and despair in his eyes, as if the experience had left an indelible scar on his heart.
He raised his head and looked into Lin Qiye's eyes, as if seeking understanding, and as if telling Lin Qiye that Zhang Yun was no ordinary person.
A bitter smile appeared on Wu Laogou's face, and his eyes were full of helplessness and fear.
He slowly raised his hand and rubbed his temple, as if recalling the experience that left him with lingering fear.
"At first, I just wanted to pull Zhang Yun into my dream to see what kind of person he is."
His voice was low and slow, as if he was telling a horror story.
His eyes were slightly blurred, as if he had returned to that strange dream.
"But when I actually entered his dream, I found that I couldn't sense his consciousness or soul at all."
He paused, as if he was organizing his words, or as if he was calming himself down.
"It felt like facing nothingness, nothing at all."
There was a hint of confusion and bewilderment in his voice, as if he was describing an incomprehensible phenomenon.
"But then, I suddenly felt it." Wu Laogou's voice suddenly became a little trembling, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.
"I felt an extremely powerful consciousness, that feeling..." He shook his head, as if he couldn't find the right words to describe it.
"Like a fairy or a god, so powerful that I can hardly bear it."
His voice became lower and lower, as if he was talking to himself.
"It almost scared me to death." He covered his chest with his hands, as if he was still savoring the fear of being oppressed by a powerful consciousness.
There was an exaggerated expression on his face, as if he was expressing his fear in this way.
o((⊙﹏⊙))o...! ! ! !
(Φ皿Φ)! ! ! !
He smiled bitterly and shook his head, as if making fun of his own bad luck.
"Later, I had to use a lot of strength to pull Zhang Yun into the dream."