Dream Guide

A strange but very appropriate word emerged in Aoki's mind - Dugu Qiubai!

I really can’t imagine that such a strong wolf has any opponent in this world, an African lion? Siberian tiger? Or a polar bear?

The sound of gunfire that followed reminded Aoki that there is another species that is more ferocious and a hundred times smarter than ligers, and that is humans.

Obviously this white wolf was more attractive to the hunting crowd. They picked up their guns and fired a few bullets, then drove the sled dogs towards the cliff on the left again.

The White Wolf King did not run away, he just watched coldly, letting the bullets whistle across the sky. When the crowd got closer and the distance was within the range of bullets, the White Wolf King seemed to sense the danger. He stretched out his neck and let out a long roar. The gray wolves still in the mountain col moved towards the right as if they had received some order. He ran towards the foot of the mountain and disappeared into the vast snow in the blink of an eye.

The hunters did not pay attention to the escaping wolves, but formed a situation of surrounding the white wolves on three sides, with the remaining side being a cliff. Bai Lang raised his head and looked at the silver-white land around him, and seemed to glance in the direction of Hong Zhenlong inadvertently.

Aoki saw deep attachment and loneliness in its eyes.

Hong Zhenlong's face showed pain, and his blue eyes were bloodshot, as if he was watching his relatives being tortured.

Angry flames ignited from his chest, igniting his clothes and skin, and soon burned him into a burning man.

In the light of the flames, Aoki saw a clear shadow in the snow under his feet, and slowly stood up.

Hong Zhenlong suddenly seemed to have gone crazy, his whole body was covered with flames, and he rushed forward with all his strength, trying to rush into the ice and snow.

Aoki felt that there was an invisible barrier between him and Hong Zhenlong and the ice and snow world. The moment Hong Zhenlong rushed over, there was an extremely strong wave. At the same time, Aoki felt his whole body sinking, as if he was being sucked into a raging flood and couldn't breathe. The quality of the world around him seemed to have increased a thousand times.

Aoki understood that the world of ice and snow was definitely not Hong Zhenlong's dream, but for some reason, Hong Zhenlong's dream actually connected to another space, or overlapped with that space. The moment he rushed over, the barrier between the two spaces disappeared, and the huge space mass was transferred, which Hong Zhenlong's mental power could not bear.

Sure enough, Hong Zhenlong's dream collapsed.

Qingmu retreated and saw Hong Zhenlong leaning against the window, his eyes bloodshot and trembling all over. He suddenly reached out and pulled down the half-opened window, smashed it to the ground with a click, and made a sound of "Ulu Ulu" from his mouth, and then Then he rushed towards Aoki like a fierce god.

Qingmu held Hong Zhenlong's arm and found that the skinny old man was surprisingly strong, and he almost couldn't resist.

Hong Kui next to him seemed to be prepared. He called "Father", hugged Hong Zhenlong from behind, and signaled Aoki to run.

Aoki had almost understood Hong Zhenlong's situation, and directly hypnotized him with his unparalleled mental power.

The old man was still panting, but his eyes had been closed and he fell asleep. Aoki reached out and touched it, and found that his forehead was hot, as if it was really being burned by fire.

Hong Kui probably didn't expect his father to settle down so quickly, so he looked at Aoki with some confusion.

Aoki said: "Put him on the bed first."

Hong Kui helped Hong Zhenlong to lie down on the bed, and then asked: "Doctor, are you okay?"

Aoki said: "I'm fine. But I'm not a doctor. My name is Aoki. Just call me by my name."

Hong Kui frowned, a little dissatisfied with Qingmu's sudden denial that he was a doctor, but he was obviously very well-educated and did not scold him for it. He just said lightly: "Mr. Qingmu, you just said that you just need to let my father sleep. Now my father is asleep, if you don’t have a better treatment plan, please come back.”

Aoki was a little surprised by Hong Kui's attitude. When he arrived, seeing Huang Ziqiang's cautious look, he thought that this North American gang boss would be difficult to serve. When he met him, he discovered that not only was he not a vicious man, but he was actually a very gentleman, even better than a celebrity family like Xia Wenyuan.

In comparison, Huang Ziqiang is far behind, let alone a self-proclaimed social gangster like Jiang Deqian.

They issued an eviction order, but Aoki didn't want to leave so early. The old man's dream was too strange. Not to mention the shadow in the dream, the dream space that holds the ice and snow world is definitely not something that ordinary people can create. Even according to Aoki's current knowledge, this cannot be a dream of a single person.

Where is the dream connection of William Wolfe, the largest Chinese gang leader in North America?

"Allow me to ask a few questions," he said.

"Please tell me." Hong Kui didn't look impatient.

"Do you, or anyone in your family, dream about the white wolf when you are sick?" Aoki asked.

This time it was Hong Kyu's turn to be shocked. He looked at Aoki in surprise and asked: "How... did you know?" He then looked back at his father on the bed, seeming to have thought of something, but even more incredible, "Did you just... you... my father..."

Aoki smiled and said: "This is a bit complicated, I will tell you later. Now please answer my question."

Hong Kui's expression quickly regained his composure and said, "Yes, I dream about it every time. This is originally a secret of our family, and few outsiders know about it."

"Family secret?" Aoki asked doubtfully, "Why do you want to keep it a secret? Don't you all tell the doctor?"

Hong Kui said: "I don't know either. It is said to be an ancestral teaching. But in fact, it's not like no one knows. In the past, the family invited several well-known experts to study our situation. They thought it might be caused by a gene. Inherited neurological diseases."

Aoki asked again: "Have you ever seen your own shadow in your dreams?"

"What?" Hong Kui looked puzzled, "Shadow? I really haven't noticed this."

Aoki knew that normal people would not pay attention to whether they have a shadow when dreaming, and Hong Kui should not be the target of consciousness intrusion, so he changed the topic: "Is your father's illness getting serious recently?"

"Yes, only about half a year."

"Did anything special happen before this?"

"Special? What do you mean by special?" Hong Kui asked.

"Any aspect, life, relationship, business, play...anything is fine, as long as you think it's special and doesn't happen often."

"Well, before the illness worsened, there was nothing wrong with my life. It was just that something happened within the club, which made my father feel a little bad. Why...does this have any impact?"

"It's hard to say now," Aoki said. "Do you know Ronald Cohen?"

"Cohen? Are you talking about Ronald Cohen, the chairman of the Dream Foundation?" Hong Kui thought for a while, "When you mentioned him, I remembered something."

"My father likes to collect. In the early years, he fell in love with a Picasso painting. At that time, the painting was in the hands of Michael Jones in Las Vegas, but Cohen bought it first and paid it for US$150 million. Bought it. At that time, the price was a bit outrageous."

"My father has always been worried about this. He contacted Cohen several times to buy the painting from him, but the negotiation failed because of the price. Last year, Cohen finally agreed, and my father also paid the deposit, but what he didn't expect was , just when he was planning to go to New York to get the painting back, Cohen suddenly changed his mind and said that the painting had been sold to a Chinese."

"My father was originally very angry and planned to teach Cohen a lesson, but Cohen sent another painting, a work by Monet, at a very low price, saying it was to compensate my father. Just at this time, there was a sudden sudden change within the club. Something happened, so my father accepted the painting and didn’t pursue it further.”