Plague Doctor

Is this an illusion?

No, this is not an illusion.

Although Gu Jun's mental energy was also being consumed, it was not a feeling of illusion, but a clear, strange and unfamiliar feeling.

At this time, he was in a theater, not a modern theater. It looked like an ancient dome theatre, with shadowed light, narrow aisles, a small stage with curtains, and ten rows of seats in front of the stage, each row of ten A plain wooden chair with a hundred positions in total.

"My angle of view?" Gu Jun immediately discovered keenly that his angle of view can be adjusted at will, and he can look in any direction or position he wants.

This also seems to mean that he does not exist here as someone or something.

This omniscient perspective is like... he is the theater itself.

With this idea in mind, Gu Jun thought about pulling back the curtain, and the curtain was immediately opened.

The stage was empty, with nothing but dust gathering on the tabletop.

"If I were a theater..." Gu Jun thought doubtfully, "Who is the audience? Who are the performers?"

There was a wooden door behind the tenth row of seats. It was closed. He thought again and opened the door without any effort.

He immediately saw a figure walking in slowly from the outside. The figure was blurred. He felt that his energy was exhausted faster when he wanted to see clearly, but the figure was still hazy and he couldn't even distinguish it. gender.

The figure walked to the front row and sat down in a seat in the middle, facing the stage.

"Does this sweet dream belong to this person?" Gu Jun thought, "Sitting alone in an empty small theater looking at an empty stage?"

The man just sat quietly, but the surrounding space gradually fluctuated and became unstable...

"Wrong." Gu Jun tended to one of the messy thoughts in his mind: the play performed on the stage is a dream, the audience is summoned by the dream, and the play is controlled by him, the theater.

Perhaps only by letting the performance on the stage begin and letting this dream appear in front of the audience will the audience truly fall into a dream instead of becoming more blurry.

This dream play should be stored here, no need to look for it anymore, just start...

"Ah." Gu Jun wanted to activate the stage, but he clearly felt that his mental power could not operate the stage at all.

After a few moments, his head seemed to be tense, and the figure and everything else became more hazy.

He had to interrupt suddenly. He saw the wall of the barrel in front of him again, and he felt helpless. "My mental state is too bad."

In what dimension did those things happen just now? In his mind?

Gu Jun closed his eyes and looked at the sea of ​​​​consciousness. There were still five dream bubbles, but the one on the far left was much thinner and seemed to be burst at any time.

"These dreams are not disposable consumables. They should have their own durability and will be consumed every time they are used. I wonder if they can be restored and grown? Was it a failed dream just now, which caused the durability to decrease? What if it succeeds? Will it go down?”

There are many new questions, but he can no longer open this dream for the time being, and the same is true for the other four, which are just wasted now.

"I still need to recover my mental power first..." he thought, "Only when my control over the theater is high enough can I really use it."

But this comes back to the issue of erosion.

But now there is no other choice but to continue to exercise mentally and move the eyes to complete the difficult task of digesting erosion.

"It doesn't necessarily have to be 800 days. If it is reduced by 1, it may be enough to use Sweet Dreams. Patience, patience is needed most now."

Feeling quite exhausted, Gu Jun took a rest for a while, closed his eyes and listened to the noise outside.

The sound of rolling wheels kept ringing, and there was the sound of jingling bells, the neighing of horses, and various sounds of wheels. Soon the sound of the bustling became more intense. He felt that the caravan had entered a city, and the noise on the streets could be heard.

He understood many words, which his speaker evidently meant to be understood by all.

A drunk man was arguing with the hotel owner:

"Fuck you, I've been hanging out in Dilas-Lin for so many years and I still owe you money for drinks!?"

"Get out of here, don't act wild in my store, you're such a bastard who deserves a beating!"

There were some chaotic pushing sounds and shouts from other drinkers. The caravan vehicles passed by maintaining their speed.

Gu Jun heard something but took it seriously, "Dilas-Lin", this seemed to be the name of the place.

"It turns out that the dream world also has cities. This world is not a collection of dreams, but can only be reached through dreams. This world seems to have indigenous residents and their own civilization... Is that Balce from here? He is not from the earth world."

"Did the Chinese ancestors bring the text of the "Seven Secrets of the Earth" to them? I should not be the first person from the earth to come here."

Before Gu Jun could think about it, the caravan stopped and seemed to have reached its destination.

The lid of the barrel was still tightly closed. He was first moved out of the car and then moved to an unknown location. After a short while, when the barrel lid was taken away, he was pulled out by several middle-aged men and women in black robes. Only then did he see that he was in a utility room, and he also saw the changes in his body. Many situations.

I finally understood why I could go without eating or drinking for so many days. Both of my lower limbs below the knees were connected to something like a purple-black vine. He could clearly see that some rattan had penetrated into his skin and was connected to his blood vessels.

…

"Is that a plant or an animal?" Gu Jun's heart trembled. This completely went against his biological knowledge, but this was a dream world.

Is this the "method" of the ancestors? The system displays his body indicators? ? ? Is this the reason?

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

The people in black robes did not destroy any of the vines on his body. After pulling him out of the barrel, they placed him in another exquisite clay pot, and the vines quickly took root. His upper body was exposed, his back was next to a wooden frame inserted in the basin, and they put him into a set of clean and strange robes.

"Hello, can we talk?" Although Gu Jun kept signaling with his eyeballs, these black businessmen ignored him at all and treated him as a decoration.

At this time, they brought two strange-shaped iron hook frames, which were eyelid openers and eyeball fixators, and forced them on his eyes.

"Hey, hey!" Gu Jun struggled to move his eyeballs, but in vain it only caused more pain. The iron hook frame was still installed. Suddenly he couldn't even move his eyeballs, nor could he close his eyelids, so he could only open them wide. Eyes looking forward.

A rage 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 excited voice saying: "Dear viewers, next is the new 'Nightmare Spectacle', please invite me, Nightmare Man!"

The wooden wheelchair stopped, and with a sudden movement, the black cloth in front of him was torn off, and he suddenly saw the auditorium of the theater directly in front of him. The rows of seats could accommodate thousands of people. At this time, 40 to 50% of the people were seated. Hundreds of spectators.

They wore all kinds of strange clothes and all kinds of weird looks. They looked at the stage and him with curiosity, suspicion and interest.

Love the Plague Doctor.