Dream Walker: Feng Shui Master Bai Ya

Without any explanation, Shang Muchen could clearly see that Liu Qingyang had completely lost her memory of all the absurd events she had just encountered, and like Xu Lele and Fang Xuan, she had no recollection of the two experiences of crawling through the wall.

"Ha, Mu Chen, this is the women's restroom we used back then!" Liu Qingyang laughed and said, "Of course, it's definitely been renovated!"

Xu Lele, you pervert! Who would have thought of bringing a boy to inspect the women's restroom?!

"Get lost! This stupid idea came from a bastard!" Xu Lele pointed at Fang Xuan.

Fang Xuan, his face trembling with an innocent expression, said, "You panda, don't you dare slander me out of thin air! I have absolutely no interest in the women's restroom!"

The three of them chatted and laughed, playfully teasing each other, and left the restroom easily, completely forgetting everything that had just happened.

"Come sit in my office for a while. I'll treat you to some good tea to sober up," Fang Xuan complained. "You two girls reek of alcohol; you're worse than a women's restroom!"

"Do you believe I'll slap you?" Liu Qingyang punched Fang Xuan.

"Ouch! Sister Yang, spare me!" Fang Xuan cried out in pain, begging for mercy and complaining, "As Lu Xun said, those who tell the truth will be beaten..."

"Get lost!" Xu Lele raised her short legs and tried to kick Fang Xuan, but missed.

Shang Muchen noticed that Xu Lele's white dress had some inconspicuous mud and water on it.

In the blink of an eye, the mud and water vanished from Shang Muchen's sight, just like a boiled egg on a table being seen by a domesticated golden retriever—it disappeared completely in the blink of an eye.

Shang Muchen couldn't help but gasp, feeling an uncontrollable itch in his head.

Is the world, the universe, reality, or something else erasing all the clues to the anomaly?

But why am I different from other people?

Will I discover all these bugs?

"Mu Chen, have you had a bit too much to drink tonight?" Liu Qingyang stopped and observed Shang Muchen's unusual behavior, then touched Shang Muchen's cheek and forehead with concern.

"It's a bit hot, but I'm sweating, so it's okay."

"It's so hot, you shouldn't catch a cold, right?"

"It's alright, I have some herbal tea in my office, have some to cool down." Fang Xuan greeted Shang Muchen and the other two, and they walked with him all the way, passing through the primary and secondary schools, and returned to the Antu Education Group office building on the street.

I opened the office door, and the lights were on.

"Hey, I forgot to turn off the lights." Fang Xuan walked in nonchalantly, when he suddenly noticed that the wardrobe was lying on the floor.

"Oh dear! What happened? Was it an earthquake?" Fang Xuan walked over in shock, squatted down, and moved the wardrobe.

The wall behind the wardrobe was intact, without any holes.

Shang Muchen regretted that he should have taken some photos or videos when he passed through the hole in the wall, so that he would have had evidence.

I walked back and forth twice and didn't even think to record it. How stupid of me!

Shang Muchen also squatted down to help Fang Xuan lift the cabinet. While sulking, he thought, "Even if we take a step back, at least it proves that everything I've experienced is the truth."

However, considering what just happened, even if a video was recorded, it would probably disappear in the end, just like a beach washed away by the waves.

Shang Muchen remembered that he had a favorite toy airplane when he was a child, but he didn't know where he lost it. However, everyone around him firmly said that the toy did not exist and kept insisting that it was his hallucination.

Who is actually hallucinating?

They are people who have experienced it but have forgotten it;

Or should we retain the experience we have?

Furthermore, if you've experienced something but forgotten it, can it really be considered something that happened?

Human memories, emotions, and thoughts are like sandcastles accumulated from experiences, easily scattered by the wind and destroyed by water. They are so unreliable that if memories are unreliable, even the very existence of humanity becomes a question.

Shang Muchen sat on the sofa, holding the iced tea that Fang Xuan had handed him, lost in chaotic thoughts, completely oblivious to the laughter and chatter of the other three.

"Mu Chen!"

"Business Newbie!"

"Shang Muchen! What's wrong with you?" Fang Xuan pushed Shang Muchen hard, and Shang Muchen finally came to his senses.

"Mu Chen, are you feeling unwell? You've been so absent-minded since earlier," Liu Qingyang asked with concern.

Shang Muchen recalled Liu Qingyang's last words to him before the Tower of Memory was swept away by the waves of reality:

"I have something I want to tell you, but I think you might not believe what I'm about to say."

At best, you'll think I'm talking nonsense; at worst, you'll think I've gone mad.

"Go ahead and tell us, we'll listen carefully," Liu Qingyang said earnestly, blinking her eyes.

Shang Muchen recounted the events of the evening in detail.

The story lasted for a full half hour, and Liu Qingyang, Xu Lele, and Curly-haired Fangxuan all listened attentively.

At the end, Fang Xuan laughed heartily, patted Shang Muchen on the shoulder, and said, "Shang Muchen, you're a really good storyteller, go write novels!"

Before Shang Muchen could even refute, Liu Qingyang and Xu Lele blurted out simultaneously:

"Reality mirror phase jump!"

"What?" Fang Xuan asked, puzzled. "What are you talking about?"

Liu Qingyang reached out and grasped Shang Muchen's hand, asking earnestly, "Muchen, is everything you said true?"

"I hope you can trust me," Shang Muchen said earnestly, "because just a short while ago, you told me yourself that you wanted me to tell you everything."

"Okay, I understand. We've experienced a 'reversion to a stable reality'," Xu Lele said. "Our memories have been smoothed out by the convergence of the world lines."

The question now is, why weren't your memories erased, Shang Xiaobai?

"Me? How would I know..."

"You're a transmigrator from another world!" Xu Lele laughed, jokingly pointing at Shang Muchen's nose, "I demand you undergo a 'reality fluidization' test!"

"Of course I'm not a time traveler! I'm a very sensible person, a proper local!" Shang Muchen pouted.

"If I were a time traveler, I would have already become rich and powerful, instead of living in a haunted house like this?"

"What haunted house?"

"It's a long story, but I warmly invite you to my place," Shang Muchen said with a mischievous grin.

"Don't interrupt!" Liu Qingyang waved Xu Lele's hand, then turned to Shang Muchen and asked, "Muchen, describe that 'Wang Ruolin' to me again."

"She looks pretty ordinary, thin..." Shang Muchen tried his best to describe her.

Liu Qingyang touched her hair, frowned, and said, "Oh dear, I think I've had a similar dream before. In the dream, there was indeed a friend named Wang Ruolin..."

"Dreams are often another reality," Xu Lele said with a smile. "There is a theory that when humans dream, they are actually experiencing a journey to another world."

Therefore, people who can remember their dream experiences, or even control their dreams, are essentially living many years longer than the average person.