Ten Days End

In the darkness, Xiao Cheng closed his eyes tightly.

He felt that he must have invaded Qi Xia's dream.

There was a strange breeze blowing across his skin, and it felt warm.

Although he could not smell anything in the dream, Xiao Cheng still felt that his nostrils were filled with a hot gas.

This feeling was very strange, as if he was not breathing air, but a strange gas.

At this time, every cell in his body was sending him a dangerous signal, and his subconscious was telling him that he should run away now and never open his eyes.

It seemed that he was not invading someone's dream, but the hell full of Rakshasas.

Even if he didn't see anything, his brain kept sending instinctive reactions. Before he opened his eyes, he felt that his hair stood up and his back was cold.

Xiao Cheng had invaded dreams several times before, but he had never encountered a similar situation, as if this person's dream was not "extremely strong psychological defense", but seemed to be completely crazy.

"Brother Qi...you helped me...I'll help you once...you won't hurt me, right?"

Xiao Cheng slowly opened his eyes and faced Qi Xia's dream, but just this one glance scared him to death.

He had seen the dreams of about seven or eight people, and no matter ordinary dreams or nightmares, they were not as soul-piercing as the scene in front of him.

Is this really a dream?

The first thing that caught Xiao Cheng's eyes was large pieces of blood-red color. This was a very vast space. At first glance, it looked like a corner of a medium-sized city, but upon closer inspection, whether it was the road under his feet or the buildings in his field of vision, they were all built with beating dark red flesh and blood.

These flesh and blood were extremely red, and their pulses were beating slightly in a rhythmic manner. A layer of red blood mist covered the flesh and blood. It was not quite accurate to call it "hell". It felt more like being swallowed by a huge beast.

And on this red street, countless figures stood silently, and each of them had lost their faces.

Their faces were like a smooth plane, with all their facial features gone. They were standing there blankly, their facial muscles moving constantly, as if they were making expressions or opening their mouths to speak.

Xiao Cheng's blood turned cold at this moment.

He found that none of the faceless people moved, but just stood there like scarecrows. He was relieved and kept telling himself in his heart, "This is just a dream."

Then he looked up at the sky in a trance, and found that the sky here was also a huge piece of flesh and blood, with a lot of pulses beating slightly on it, as if this was really inside something, and this blood-red sky was the stomach wall of the huge monster.

Fortunately, there was no smell in the dream, otherwise Xiao Cheng could have expected that this place was filled with a stench that humans could not accept.

He swallowed his saliva, moved his eyes a little dully, and scanned the blood-red "sky" from left to right, but after a few seconds he was stunned again.

On this piece of flesh and blood as huge as the sky, a huge moving eyeball was looking around. When Xiao Cheng saw it, it also turned its sight and met Xiao Cheng's horrified eyes.

With just one glance, Xiao Cheng felt that his soul was pulled out of his body. All the hairs on his back stood up and rubbed against his clothes.

Why is there such a big eyeball in the world?

The pupil of the huge eyeball kept trembling slightly, as if looking at him from top to bottom.

This eyeball grew on this piece of flesh and blood sky... Could it be that this piece of flesh and blood is really a living thing?

If it is a living thing, then what is it...?

"It shouldn't be able to see me..." Xiao Cheng muttered to himself, as if to cheer himself up, and as if trying to comfort himself, "After all, I'm just an outsider... I have low abilities, it can't see me..."

Having said that, the eyeball always stared at him straight, and Xiao Cheng could only move his sight away and try not to be affected by it.

It is said that "what you think about during the day, you dream about at night". What was Qi Xia thinking about every day that caused him to have this strange nightmare?

Just as he was stunned, the sound of gurgling water came into his ears. He turned his head and looked in the direction of the water. There was a rolling "river" running across the center of the city.

The river was a distance away from him. It seemed that there was a man-made small arch bridge built on it to facilitate pedestrians to cross.

Xiao Cheng blinked and slowly walked towards the "river".

He stood on the arch bridge, prepared himself mentally, and looked down. The sticky blood was mixed with each other.After crashing, rolling, and splashing countless blood, it flowed to a farther place.

Looking more closely, there were actually big black fish in the stream. They jumped up along the turbulent water and almost jumped on Xiao Cheng's face.

Xiao Cheng realized at this time that these fish were just like the people standing on the street, with no facial features at all.

They had neither mouths nor eyes. Their bare bodies were like a shuttle. They swayed in front of Xiao Cheng for a while and then fell back into the stream, splashing blood.

It seemed that they jumped up not to greet the people standing on the shore, but because of lack of oxygen.

They struggled in the blood river. They wanted to live, but they couldn't breathe. They didn't even have gills. How could they survive in the water?

No... Even if they had gills, this was not water, but a dark red and sticky blood river.

How could this be a "nightmare"?

This was real hell.

Xiao Cheng couldn't stop shaking all over, and soon he knelt on the ground, holding the handle of the arch bridge and retching repeatedly.

He had met Qi Xia and had a brief conversation with him. He seemed to be mentally normal, but how could his inner world be like hell?

Would he see such a world every day when he closed his eyes...?

Although Xiao Cheng had not entered many dreams, he always felt that only antisocial lunatics could match such a terrifying psychological world.

"What the hell..." Xiao Cheng retched for a long time, then reached out to wipe his mouth, his whole body still shaking uncontrollably.

Although he knew it was a dream, everything in the dream was too real.

He knelt on the ground and reached out to touch the arch bridge under his feet, only to find that the arch bridge was really made of flesh and blood. It not only exuded a bright red color, but also had a slight elasticity.

Put your palm gently on it, and you can feel the heartbeat of the city.

Xiao Cheng asked himself if he would have such a nightmare, he would rather choose to never fall asleep, otherwise he would go crazy in a short time.

"No... I can't handle this "dream"..."

Whether in terms of the weirdness or the size of the scene, this "nightmare" is far beyond the scope of Xiao Cheng's intervention. Most people's dreams take place in a room or a small fixed area, but Xiao Cheng saw a blood-red city here.

In this city, it is difficult to find Qi Xia's destroyed state of mind, and even Qi Xia himself is difficult.

Xiao Cheng slowly closed his eyes, then took a deep breath, and was about to cut off his "dream" on the spot. If he continued to stay here, he would only be waiting for death.

After a few seconds, Xiao Cheng opened his eyes slightly.

But what greeted him was not the "end of the world", but still this red hell.