You have mastered the art of thunder and you tell me that it is in a strange world?

Chapter 164 Who is born for the world

Xilian Tower was not far from the sluice gate, and riding the clouds was not slow. In the blink of an eye, Zuo Chen and everyone flew over Xilian Tower.

The layout of Xilian Station is exactly the same as what I saw in my dream, but there are slight differences in the details.

The Xiliantai in the dream seemed more like it had been blown by the wind of time and became dilapidated and fragile, while the Dazhai here had just been baptized by war and blood, with blue smoke and red blood dotting the surroundings.

There were scratches on the walls, corpses were everywhere around the city, and the ground was littered with broken arrows. The bright red blood and the black corpses formed a moat surrounded by the dead.

And above the bodies of the dead, there are still black figures wandering around.

Zuo Chen looked down, his eyes fell on the wandering black creature, observing it carefully.

Their bodies are wrapped in black on the outside, and bright red qi on the inside. Their bodies are twisted and deformed, and their torsos are alienated.

"No! These are not Black Water Evils!"

Hu Wen's eyes widened.

"Ok?"

Zuo Chen hadn't reacted yet, so he took another careful look.

Only then did I realize that these little things looked slightly familiar.

That seems to be...

Those black figures in nightmares!
Hu Wen explained in a low voice:

"The evil creatures in the black water are seriously mutated. Some have three heads and six arms, some are shaped like animals, and some have green faces and fangs. They look like the true bodies of the Dharma in the legend, but they are weird and evil. The following ones... are not!"

"What are they then!"

Hu Wen hesitated for a moment, unable to come up with an answer, so Zuo Chen took over:
"I'm afraid that these things that escaped from the dream are dream ghosts!"

Everyone's faces were so gloomy that it looked like water could drip out of them.

This big dream blurred the boundary between dreams and reality, allowing the foreign objects in the dream to step into places where they should not be.

Ning Wei, who was beside him, also cursed:
"Damn it, why are there only these things in my dreams and in reality? I’ll beat them up in my dreams and I’ll beat them up when I wake up!"

Without further ado, they followed the cloud down and landed in front of the main entrance of Xiliantai.

There were even fewer dream ghosts near the main gate. Looking around, there were only four or five dream ghosts. They were wandering around aimlessly, but when they saw everyone falling, they bared their fangs again and ran towards them.

You need to hold back when hitting a living person, but you don't need to hold back when hitting an evil ghost. Zhu Laoba took out his hoe and stretched out his claws to watch the dog fight. Caiyi also held a sword and an oil lamp at the same time.

Just as he was about to kill everyone, he saw Zuo Chen bending his finger and pointing forward.

The dream ghosts that had gathered at the door were blown into the air by an invisible force, and then turned into petals and fell like rain.

"I thought we needed to take action..." Zhu Laoba was a little embarrassed and put away his hoe.

Zuo Chen didn't respond. He could clearly feel that something was wrong around him.

If it was a siege, even if the corpses outside the city were counted, the number of ghosts in the dream was too small, which did not match what Ning Wei said just now.

He just looked up at the Western Union Station, and the Qi-Watching Technique had already started to operate in his eyes.

In Zuo Chen's vision, there was no life in the entire Western Union Station.

My heart sank.

I'm afraid I'm still a step too late.

We continued forward, following the blood-stained stone slope road to the black iron gate of Xiliantai.

The steel gate is now covered with scars. The entire iron gate is covered with traces of damage, layer upon layer, and even has a huge hole that can allow ghosts in dreams to enter the village.

In front of the iron gate, there were more than ten corpses leaning against the gate, fully armed and holding weapons.

They were also covered in blood, and their bodies were not even complete. Some had broken arms, some had lame legs, and some even had only half of their bodies left. The rest were thrown somewhere and no trace could be found.

However, these soldiers all had their eyes wide open, staring at the empty space in front of them, as if they were facing a vicious enemy.

Ning Wei's eyes fell on the soldier, and his originally solid figure began to become hazy:
"My soldiers, these are all my soldiers... At that time, I sent my deputy out to kill the monk. When they were halfway there, these ghosts appeared. I thought they had all run away, but I didn't expect these little bastards to come back on horseback!"

Speaking of this, even if it was just this small thought, I could only sigh:

"What a bunch of idiots! How could they just block the door when they see it can't be closed..."

After hearing his words, everyone was silent, not knowing what to say.

Hu Wen reached out and covered the soldiers' eyes.

Looking up, they saw that the fine iron door they were guarding desperately had a huge hole scratched in it.

The ghosts in the dream must have rushed in through here and killed their way into the West Union Station.

The cave was not big and the donkey cart could not enter, so he was simply asked to guard outside for the time being, and the rest of them went into the camp together.

Zhu Laoba walked in front after passing the iron gate. As soon as he stepped on the ground after entering the house, he suddenly felt sticky on his feet.

When he lowered his head and looked, he saw a sea of ​​blood red.

It was dried blood, like a huge red cloth spread on the ground, extending all the way to the corridor with steps.

There was not enough blood and it did not spread up. There were only bloody footprints on the corridor.

He slowly raised his head and found that the village was full of corpses. The flesh and blood of the ghosts in Heishui's dream and the soldiers were intertwined and piled up layer by layer.

The body was incomplete and not very good looking, with wounds all over from the claws.

"Damn, how many people died!" Zhu Laoba's lips trembled. When he saw the dead soldiers, he always felt like something was knocking in his heart, and he felt indescribable discomfort.

"No..." Hu Wen looked around and frowned. "What's wrong?"

"The numbers are wrong. There aren't enough ghosts in the dream, and the number of soldiers doesn't match!"

"Not enough?!" Zhu Laoba pointed back and forth with his arms: "There are five here, three here, and there are more over there! So many have died? Isn't it enough?"

"Not enough... there should be many more." Hu Wen compared the numbers with the shadows he had seen in his dream and said, "The number doesn't match the number in the dream."

"In a dream? That's just a dream, unlike what's happening outside..."

Zhu Laoba swallowed the words "it doesn't matter" into his stomach.

The monsters in the dream jumped out to attack the city, how could it be okay?
Hu Wen glanced at Ning Wei, hoping that Ning Wei could give him some guidance, but he suddenly found that Ning Wei was a little dazed.

Suddenly, Ning Wei half-knelt down in pain, pinching his forehead, as if he had a splitting headache.

"Brother Ning?"

Hu Wen's heart tightened, wondering what had happened to Ning Wei.

"This is just like in the dream. All the ghosts in the dream gathered around me, and my brothers and I killed them for a long time..." Ning Wei's figure became shaky, and slowly floated outwards like smoke, and even his words became a little incoherent.

"Master Taoist? What's going on?" Hu Wen was panicked and couldn't stop asking Zuo Chen.

Zuo Chen looked at him and frowned:
“This thought is about to fade away.”

Hu Wen was anxious, but he did not stop and jogged forward according to his memory.

Let’s meet the person first.

He walked hurriedly through the corridor, and after bypassing the pile of corpses on the ground, he finally arrived at the place.

It was a towering hall. Hu Wen remembered that he had been here when he was a child. Soldiers drank, rested, chatted, and exchanged tactical experiences here. It was a very pleasant place.

This was the place where I hosted a banquet in my dream.

The door was open at this moment, and as soon as I reached the door, I smelled a strong smell of blood.

Outside the gate, the sun had just passed over the city wall, casting soft sunlight into the village.

The sunlight fell into the hall, drawing a line and falling in the center of the hall.

There were piles of corpses like a mountain.

There are dream ghosts, soldiers, and horses.

Flesh, blood, bones, swords, and armor, piled up layer by layer.

At the bottom were the corpses of the dream ghosts, in the middle were the corpses of soldiers, and at the top were both soldiers and dream ghosts. It almost reached the ceiling.

Blood had covered the entire floor of the hall and seeped into the cracks in the bluestone, dyeing everything bright red, like a huge pool of water, calm and without any ripples.

On top of this pile of corpses sat a dozen or so soldiers.

They stood back to back, their bodies drenched in blood, their weapons on the pile of stones, quietly accompanying their master.

Their bodies were covered with wounds, on their necks, chests, abdomens, and legs. The injuries were so severe that flesh could be seen at the shallow end, bones could be seen at the deep end, and even their internal organs were exposed.

The one sitting first was a middle-aged man.

He was not wearing a helmet, his face was covered in blood, he had two deep nasolabial lines, and his temples were red.

But in the end, he seemed to have accomplished something great and fell asleep peacefully.

These sitting soldiers were the young men around Ning Wei in his dream.

And the middle-aged man sitting in the front row was Ning Wei.

The sunlight cast a long shadow on their figures, which was reflected on the wall behind them.

When the great dream spread, the soldiers in the village also fell asleep, but the obsession of guarding Xiliantai replaced their self and supported them to stand up again.

Relying on their bodies, flesh and blood, and the weapons in their hands, they killed all the invading enemies in this dream.

Who can tell whether it is a dream or reality?

This line of defense is not built of stone or steel.

It is made up of people piled up one by one.

This is the real Western Union

When Ning Wei saw the pile of corpses in front of him, he suddenly showed a relieved expression:

"That's it, that's it.

"I almost killed the ghost in my dream. Hey, I didn't expect the same thing to happen in reality! It's pretty good."

He muttered, glanced at his own face, and laughed:
"It's a pity that I can't kiss the girl."

As he finished speaking, the thought could no longer be held back, and as the wind blew, it turned into a wisp of green smoke and dissipated.

Hu Wen looked at the mountain of corpses in front of him, unable to move for a long time.

At this moment, Hu Wencai finally understood what Ning Wei's obsession was.

Very simple, just one sentence:

"Hold on to Xilian Station."

(End of this chapter)