Plague Doctor

Is this an illusion?

No, it's not an illusion.

Although Gu Jun's mental power is also consuming, he is not in a sense of illusion, but a clear, strange and strange feeling.

At this time, he was in a theater, not a modern theater, like some old domed little theater, shaded lights, narrow walkways, a small stage with a veil, and ten rows of seats in front of the stage, ten plain wooden chairs per row, for a hundred positions.

“My perspective?” Gu Jun quickly discovered that his angle of view can be adjusted at will, looking in any direction or position.

It also seems to mean that he doesn't exist here as someone or something.

This all-knowing perspective is like... he's the theater itself.

With this idea in mind, Gu Jun's thoughts moved. To pull the cover apart, the cover was pulled apart.

There was nothing but dust on the stage.

“If I were a theater...” Gu Jun wondered, “Who is the audience? Who's the performer? ”

Behind the tenth row, there was a wooden door, which was closed, and he moved again and opened the door without effort.

He suddenly saw a figure coming in slowly from the outside. The figure was obscured. He felt that his spirit was consuming faster if he wanted to see it clearly. The figure was still obscure and he could not even tell the difference between the sexes.

The man walked to the front row and sat in the middle, facing the stage.

“Is this the man's dream?” Gu Jun thought, "Sitting alone in an empty little theater watching an empty stage? ”

The person sat so still, but the surrounding space gradually became a little fluctuating and distorted, becoming unstable...

“No.” Gu Jun leaned towards one of the confused ideas in his mind: the drama performed on the stage was a dream, the audience was summoned by the dream, and the drama was owned by him, the theater.

Perhaps the audience will only truly dream, rather than blur, if the show on stage begins and the dream is presented to the audience.

This dream show should be stored here. You don't need to look for it anymore, just start...

“Ah." Gu Jun tried to motivate the stage, but clearly felt that his spiritual strength could not run the stage at all.

A few moments later, his head became tight, and the figure and everything else became more blurred.

He had to interrupt, and the barrel wall was in front of him again, and he was helpless, “My mental state is terrible. ”

What dimension was that in? In his head?

Gu Jun looked over the sea of knowledge and still had five dream bubbles, but the far left one was already much thinner, like it was going to break at any moment.

“These dreams are not disposable consumables, they should be durable and consumed every time you use them. I wonder if I can recover and grow? Was it a failed dream that led to a decline in endurance? If it works, will it go down? ”

There are lots of new problems, but he can't open this dream for a while, and so can the other four, and now it's just a waste.

“It's still time to regain spiritual strength…" he thought, "only when I have enough control over the theater can I really use it. ”

But this brings us back to the issue of erosion.

But now there is no other option but to continue exercising first, turning your eyes to complete the difficult task of digesting erosion.

“It doesn't necessarily take 800 days to drop another 1%, maybe enough to use dreams. Patience, patience is most needed now. ”

The spirit was quite tired. Gu Jun took a break for a while. He closed his eyes and heard the movement outside.

The sound of wheels kept ringing, and the ringing of bells, the hoarseness of horses, the sound of wheels of all kinds, soon the busier sound became stronger. He felt that the merchants had entered a city, and the noise from the streets had been heard.

He understands a lot of things, and these are obviously the things that his speakers want everyone to understand.

A drunken man argues with the hotel owner:

“Fuck off, I've been in Dilas-Lynn for so many years, I'll owe you money for drinks!? ”

“Get the fuck out of my shop, you bastard! ”

There was some chaotic shouting and screaming from other drinkers. And the merchants' vehicles kept up the speed and passed.

Gu Jun heard something and fell for it, “Dillas-Lynn," which seems to be the place name here.

“It turns out there are cities in the dream world. The world is not a collection of dreams, it is only reachable through dreams. The world seems to have indigenous people, its own civilization... Is that where Barcelona is? Not from the world of Earth. ”

“The words of the Seven Secrets of the Earth were brought here by the ancients of Huaxia? I'm not supposed to be the first person to come to Earth. ”

Without waiting for Gu Jundo to think, the merchants stopped and seemed to reach their destination.

The barrel cover was still tightly covered, and he was first removed from the car and then moved into an unknown location. Half a day later, when the barrel cover was removed, he was pulled out by several middle-aged black robes with men and women before he saw more of his condition in a grocery room.

And I finally understood why I didn't eat and drink Lassard for so many days, and my lower limbs below my knees were connected to something like a purple and black vine. He clearly saw some of the canes go into his skin and connect to his veins...

“Is that a plant or an animal?” Gu Jun's hair is cold, which completely contradicts his biological knowledge, but this is a dream world.

Is that how Joe and Joe did it? The system displays his body metrics Is that why?

These vines feed him, but does this have anything to do with his abnormal paralysis?

The black robes did not destroy any of the vines on him, pulled him out of the barrel and put him in another delicate mud basin, where the vines quickly took root. His upper body was exposed, his back was next to a wooden shelf stuck in a basin, and they replaced him with a clean and weird robe.

“Hello, can we talk?” Despite Gu Jun's constant eyeballs, these black businessmen ignored him and treated him like a setup.

At that time, they brought two strangely styled iron hooks, like eyeliner and eyeball holder, and forced them on his two eyes.

“Hey, hey!” Gu Jun struggled to turn his eyes, but in vain he exchanged more pain. The iron hook was still installed. Suddenly he couldn't even move his eyes, and his eyelids couldn't close, so he could only look forward.

An anger burned in his heart, these guys...

They put the basin on a wooden wheelchair, covered him with a black cloth, and pushed him out.

Gradually, Gu Jun heard an exciting voice and said: “Everyone, the next is the new 'Nightmare Wonder’. Please, Nightmare Man! ”

The wooden wheelchair stopped, Holland, and the black cloth in front of him was ripped off. All he saw was a theater audience in front of him. A row of seats could accommodate thousands of people, at this time sitting in 45% of the audience.

They had all kinds of strange clothes, all kinds of strange looks, curiosity, suspicion, interest looking over to the stage and looking at him.