2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

Colorful lights were flashing and the music with strong drumbeats was deafening. Feng Yu raised his head and drank the cocktail in his glass, suddenly his thoughts were in a trance.

A wave of dizziness flooded into his mind, his body swayed, and he couldn't help but close his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself sitting on a sofa at some point. The surrounding light is bright, and the nose can smell the strong aroma of fried chicken.

"Hurry up and choose a character." Someone tapped him on the shoulder.

Feng Yu turned around to look, but his eyes widened. The target of the mission was actually sitting next to him.

"Oh okay." He lowered his head and selected the character on his phone.

For no reason, Feng Yu knew exactly where he was now and what he should do next. Everything seemed so natural.

The first time, I regretted losing.

The second round was a disastrous failure.

The third round was a disastrous defeat.

Lost three games in a row.

Sure enough, as the adult said, this task is not that simple. Moreover, the target seems to have become suspicious of himself and cannot stay any longer. It is safer to continue to lurk and wait for the next opportunity...

Having made up his mind, Feng Yu stood up, said goodbye in a hurry and prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute." Someone called him from behind.

Feng Yu's heart trembled, and he turned back with a calm face: "What's wrong?"

"Let's play rock, paper, scissors, it's more fair." The man's hair was messy, his body was thin, and his skin was a little pale.

"Peng Peng?" Feng Yu was confused for a moment, why was Wu Bai's roommate here? Wasn't it Yan Muyun who was sitting there just now?

He looked around blankly, and suddenly realized that this seemed to be his and Peng Peng's dormitory... Oh, then it makes sense for the other party to appear here.

However, Feng Yu suddenly flashed his skills, and Peng Peng in front of him transformed into Yan Muyun, and repeated the question: "Should we play rock, paper, scissors? Best of three games."

Feng Yu's heart beat loudly and he almost blurted out: "Play!"

As long as you win, you can "replace" with the other party. And now there are only two people in the room. After the replacement is completed, he only needs to kill the other person while they are still surprised, and then leave Chenjing Academy...

The excitement that the mission was about to be completed filled his chest, and his heart beat so fast that it seemed like it was about to jump out.

He couldn't wait to speak: "Rock...scissors...paper!"

In the first game, the target was stone and he was cloth.

If I win, I win the first game. I only need to win one more time and I will become the Holy Son of the Order...

The huge happiness was like a sea wave and almost knocked Feng Yu unconscious. Pink heart-shaped bubbles popped up in front of his eyes, wrapping him tightly.

"rock-paper-scissors!"

In the second game, I lost.

All the pink bubbles burst, making a series of deafening explosions. Feng Yu felt that the scenery in front of him turned into black and white.

Calm down... Calm down, be sure to calm down...

Feng Yu stroked his chest hard and forced his breathing to calm down: "Rock...scissors...paper!"

What Peng Peng produced was scissors, but what he produced was cloth.

Lost...lost? Wait a minute, why did the mission target become Wu Bai's roommate again?

I lost, I lost, everything was over, I didn’t even seize such a good opportunity...

Why is Peng Peng here? Was he the one who played games with me just now? Isn't it him? Who should it be?

"You lost." The young man with messy hair that almost covered his eyes stood up, with a scary smile on his lips.

The next second, the good man turned into a pig, a round black boar with mud on his body and a foul smell coming from his mouth: "Next, I will become you, and you will become me..." ."

The ugly pig face gradually came closer. Feng Yu wanted to scream, but his mouth was open and he couldn't make a sound. He wanted to struggle, but for some reason his body couldn't even be controlled with a finger.

The huge pig head opened its mouth and gnawed on his face, and its rugged and blackened teeth scraped off his nose and ears.

"Don't... don't... don't don't don't don't!!!"

...

"don't want!!"

"Wu Bai" opened his eyes suddenly, breathing heavily.

His back was completely soaked with cold sweat. He subconsciously wanted to sit up straight, but he was firmly restrained on the bed by someone pressing his shoulders.

Before "Wu Bai" could react, Yan Muyun had already taken a belt from the side with an expressionless face and tied his hands behind his back to the head of the bed. Ye Buyu next to him took off a fluorescent blue hairband from his own head and put it on his head.

"He is no longer Wu Bai. His name is Feng Yu. The purpose of sneaking in this time is to replace you." Someone was talking next to him, his tone was a little tired.

"Wu Bai" subconsciously turned his head and saw a young man with messy hair, half squatting and half sitting on a chair with a hunched back.

"You...it's you...those were you just now." Wu Bai, no, it should be said to be Feng Yu, his eyes widened at this time, and he roared with great anger.

Peng Peng's ability, [Dream Weaver], can silently hypnotize enemies within a certain range, as well as sneak into and modify their dreams.

"I chose the most memorable period in his recent experience as the entry point, and initially clarified his purpose through subconscious guidance. But I still don't know where the real Wu Bai is, and who is the mastermind behind the scenes. Who is the messenger?" Peng Peng explained while rubbing his temples with his hands.

He needs to pay a corresponding price for using his powers. It's okay if it's short, but he'll be dizzy at most. If it goes too long, not only will his brain be permanently damaged, but his consciousness will also likely be completely lost, and he will become a half-crazy fool from then on.

This is why Feng Yu's dream in the first half has almost no flaws, and all the details are similar to his personal experience. But in the second half, the dream gradually became weird and inconsistent with common sense.

If it weren't for the fact that people's thoughts are not active when dreaming, and what they do is basically passively moving forward according to the development of the dream story, Feng Yu would have noticed something was wrong.

In a dream, people would not feel strange even if they saw a rabbit with four ears folding a dragon into a chair.

"Where is Wu Bai?" Yan Muyun grabbed Feng Yu's collar, his eyes extremely cold.

"Am I right here?" Feng Yu smiled.

He knew he was finished, so he simply broke the jar and threw it away.

"In the mirror." Ye Buyu on the side suddenly spoke, and she heard the other person's inner voice: "After he and Wu Bai's consciousness changed, he stuffed the real Wu Bai...that little boy into the mirror the world inside.”

"In a nightclub?"

"In the nightclub, it's been...almost four days now."

Yan Muyun's heart gradually sank to the bottom.

With the physical condition of an eight-year-old boy, he probably wouldn't be able to survive without eating or drinking for four days.

"Don't give up, find a way to get Wu Bai out first." Wei Min, who had been standing silently at the back, walked up with a deep and powerful voice.

"How to get it out? Please beg me?" Feng Yu laughed again, with a rather frivolous tone. He was the only one present who had the ability to travel through the mirror world. As long as he didn't want to, no one could bring out the little boy with the real Wu Bai soul.

Yan Muyun clenched his fists tightly, and looking at that obviously familiar face, he felt an unprecedented disgust well up in his heart.

"Call Yue Xiao and Teacher Xu over here. I have a way to try. I'll call Teacher Xu." Wei Min spoke quickly.

Yan Muyun didn't ask what the method was, but directly dialed Yue Xiao's number. In this situation, every minute and every second is precious, and there cannot be any delay.

Ye Buyu, who was standing behind, hesitated for a moment, but then made a call.