Infinite Disaster Survival

Perhaps at this time, leaving by oneself is the most correct thing to do.

Wen Zheng chose to leave the Li family quietly, but as the focus of attention during this period, he would inevitably be discovered when he walked out of the door.

No one tried to keep him, but before Wen Zheng opened the door of his house, he could hear the talk about Wen Zheng's awakening from next door again.

It is better not to appear in front of the father and son of the Li family during this period.

The days after returning were calm but lively, and there was no ripple in life for the time being, but because of Wen Zheng's identity as an awakener, there were often curious visitors, and even if they refused, they were always disturbed.

Even if the original body had no relatives, familiar neighbors knocked on the door, and he could not pretend that he did not hear anything.

Every time he opened the door, Wen Zheng would close the door and talk to people at the door. During this period, he had to bear the gaze of being treated as a rare thing, and even worse, some people would ask him for items he usually used, saying that they wanted to get some of the blessing of Wen Zheng's awakening.

This request made Wen Zheng laugh and cry. He found some ornaments at home and tried to input a little energy absorbed from nightmare into them before handing them over.

A few days passed like this. Not only did the number of people who came to see the rare things not decrease, but because of superstition about Wen Zheng, the awakened one, more and more people came from far away to ask for items. Later, even reporters came to interview him.

There were not many things suitable for giving to outsiders. After almost giving away all the things that could be given, Wen Zheng simply went out to buy a stack of red characters and pens and ink, and tried to infuse nightmare energy into his brushstrokes.

At the beginning, he always failed, but Wen Zheng was not a person who gave up easily. Writing could calm his mind and spirit, which was just right for thinking.

After wasting nearly two stacks of paper, Wen Zheng actually succeeded once. Then he tried to repeat the feeling just now. After mastering the skills of everything, the success rate can be significantly improved.

Wen Zheng was somewhat immersed in the joy of mastering new skills. He practiced in his spare time for several consecutive days. When he used up all the red paper in his hand, he found that there were already quite a lot of paper with the word "Fu".

He gave some to the neighbors, and then Wen Zheng went home and started writing frantically. The door was open, and the word "Fu" was placed next to it, allowing the visitor to take the things away.

After writing the most satisfactory word "Fu" so far, Wen Zheng put down his pen and got up to exercise his wrist.

The knock on the door sounded again, and the strange visitor who wanted to pray for the blessing of his sleeping daughter came in with tears in his eyes. Wen Zheng sighed lightly, handed over the word "Fu" that he had just written, and then sat back at the table with the other party's thousands of thanks.

Wen Zheng didn't know whether the energy he input would work, but all the people who came from afar didn't really believe that this piece of paper was useful, but they didn't want to give up a glimmer of hope.

It is very likely that it will only play a role of psychological comfort in the end.

He piled up a few more thick piles of "Fu", and Wen Zheng remembered that he hadn't seen the father and son of the Li family next door for these days.

At home, not only do we need to face visitors from all sides, but frequent visitors will also disturb the lives of the neighbors around us.

It's time to move to another place temporarily.

The night was filled with soft lights in the house.

When Wen Zheng received the reply from the government, he had packed a backpack, slept for a few hours, and quietly walked out of the house in the dim morning light.

Behind his back, there was a red paper on the door with the words "self-service collection" on it. A cloth bag was hung on the nail next to the door, and it was filled with the paper with the word "Fu" written by Wen Zheng these days.

Wen Zheng left quietly until someone came to visit again and noticed these.

"Wife, the owner may not want to be disturbed." After knocking on the door a few times without a response, the man looked at his wife beside him, "Let's take the Fu character next to it back."

As he said this, the man reached out and took out a thick stack from the cloth bag. Just as he was about to take the woman next to him away, he was stopped by the woman next to him.

"You took so many at once, what will happen if someone comes later?" The woman's expression was filled with unconcealed sadness, but she was still very strong in holding her husband's arm.

"There are still a lot of them in this cloth bag, maybe a few more will have a better effect." The man tried to show a bitter smile.

But the woman shook her head firmly: "We came here this time to bring blessings back to our parents and children. Too many will not be good for future generations, and it is also a kind of accumulating blessings."

"You are a sensible girl. Taking more is not accumulating blessings but being immoral." An aunt with a red armband on her arm appeared from the corner of the street. She heard the conversation clearly.

In the end, the couple took two copies and left. The aunt from the street office simply moved a small stool outside Wen Zheng's house and distributed them according to the number of people who came.

All the people who came left after receiving them, and nothing happened during the period.

The number of people who came to receive the blessing characters increased day by day. Even if there were more blessing characters in the cloth bag, it could not withstand such consumption.

The people who came a step later saw the empty cloth bag and could only knock on the door with hope.

The aunt next to him shook her head and said, "I haven't seen him come out these days. He must have left a long time ago. You should go back early."

Sure enough, there was no sound in the house. The visitor slowly lowered his head and finally stopped his eyes on the empty cloth bag.

"Hey, what are you doing?" The aunt didn't pay attention and saw the visitor reach out to take the cloth bag from the door and ran away.

In the end, not only did the cloth bag not stay, but the red paper posted on the door also did not escape the fate of being taken away.

At this time, Wen Zheng had fallen into a dream again at a scenic spot on the outskirts of the city.

As a rare autonomous sleeper, Wen Zheng needs to explain the situation to the government and request approval even if he wants to leave home.

The government will certainly not overly restrict his personal freedom, but hopes that he will not leave the scope of Yunting City and needs to report his specific location every day.

Wen Zheng did not resist this. He casually recalled in his mind and chose Yunwu Mountain, which is not far from the city and where his original body often goes.

The road to the mountain is temporarily blocked. In the case that someone may fall asleep at any time, falling from the mountain is not a trivial matter.

After an accident, the government had no choice but to temporarily ban it.

Although the official ban cannot stop people who have to go up, Wen Zheng has no reason to go up.

As a key tourist attraction in Yunting City, Yunwu Mountain can not only see the fairyland on earth surrounded by clouds and mist on the mountain, but also enjoy the beautiful scenery at the foot of the mountain.

Climbing the mountain was out of the question, so Wen Zheng found a hotel with a great view at the foot of the mountain to stay. Just looking out the window every day would make him feel good, and he paid for a week's accommodation in advance.

Sleeping sickness spread among the human group at an unstoppable speed. Many desperate people vented their emotions crazily and took advantage of the chaos to satisfy their desires, but were finally suppressed by the government with force.

The initial madness was over, and there was good news that there was a breakthrough in the awakening method. Although there were no longer many people challenging the bottom line of the law, when facing this doomsday situation, humans would always think of the things they wanted to do but had not done.

The hotel chosen by Wen Zheng was almost full of people. Almost all of them had recently resigned and came to play. Basically, they would leave after staying for two days, and new people would move in. There was a lot of personnel changes.

No one here knew that Wen Zheng was an awakener. After Wen Zheng restrained his momentum, he not only integrated into them without any obstacles, but also became inconspicuous.

After moving into the hotel, Wen Zheng stayed in the room except for daily food and drink. He was accompanied by paper, pen, ink, and various newly bought stones.

When someone borrowed his belongings to get good luck, Wen Zheng tried to input energy into items of various materials, and also learned which materials were easier to absorb and contain.

The next time was the time for Wen Zheng to further test the materials, and it was also an opportunity to try to expel the black energy.

In the nightmare he experienced last time, Wen Zheng absorbed all the energy of the nightmare into his body during the counterattack.

But those energies were not completely pure. The transparent energy was transformed into his own by Wen Zheng, and the rest was colored, especially the black energy, which made Wen Zheng feel bad and dared not try it easily.

Now those colored energies are still in Wen Zheng's body, and they are safe for the time being. The goal that Wen Zheng wants to try is to resist the infiltration of colored energy and expel them.

The time spent in research passed quickly, and Wen Zheng was somewhat immersed in this feeling. The first research content progressed quite smoothly, but the latter, which was also a key issue, did not make any progress.

After being busy with more intensity than before, his body and brain felt a little uncomfortable. Wen Zheng lay on the bed and wanted to relieve it through sleep.

As soon as he lay on it, a familiar feeling surged into his body.

Wen Zheng's eyes widened. Although the name of the Infinite Nightmare mission told him that he would not encounter a nightmare, so far, he had not heard of anyone who woke up and fell into a deep sleep again.

He couldn't be the first case of a second deep sleep.

While trying to use the energy and power in his body to resist, Wen Zheng tried to reach out and take off the monitor on his chest, then gave up resistance and fell into the nightmare again.

A dark world unfolded in Wen Zheng's mind...

On the other side, when Wen Zheng struggled in a nightmare again, the country held a meeting on the latest situation of sleeping sickness again.

"According to the latest statistics, nearly 1.4 million people in our country have fallen into a deep sleep, and this number is still increasing. Among these sleepers, less than one in ten thousand have successfully awakened."

"After taking new measures, the awakening rate has not increased effectively?"

"This is the number after the improvement." As soon as this sentence fell, all the participants in the meeting could no longer speak.

1.4 million, one in ten thousand, these are two terrible numbers.