"Bastard! Hurry up!"

Feng Yi couldn't feel his pounding heart because he didn't have a physical body. His chaotic thoughts were only tightening more in this nightmare.

Bang!

Accompanied by the crisp sound of the door lock opening, this sound was sweet as heavenly music.

Feng Yi didn't even notice when the lights in the room had turned on. This feeling was great! He suddenly remembered this was his childhood home!

A few breaths later, a sound of pounding on the door came from outside. Feng Yi believed that these zombies couldn't break into the room blocked by the door.

Oh no! A thought flashed through Feng Yi's mind: he had to turn off the light! Because there were windows in the house, the light would only attract more terrifying ghosts.

Who would have thought that when waking from the dream, the lights wouldn't go out. Now, when he tried to pull the light switch, it seemed broken. No matter how he pulled, the light wouldn't turn off.

At this moment, a headless thing appeared outside his window. Feng Yi could clearly see the blood still gushing from the cavities of these people.

It was too terrifying. He almost reflexively reached out to pull the curtains, and rushed out of the bedroom without looking back...

Yes, Feng Yi's childhood home was a large courtyard by the road, with the front and back courtyards connected. A coal shed separated them in the middle. He only needed to leap over the meter-high coal shed to jump from the backyard to the front.

He quickly dashed through the narrow corridor of the backyard, jumped onto the coal shed, opened the window, and then squeezed inside.

The lights in this room were off. By the bright moonlight, he could clearly see the situation in the backyard. He didn't know when the moonlight had become so bright, but this feeling suddenly gave Feng Yi a hidden exhilarating thrill of playing hide and seek.

Although the thrilling experience just now was terrifying, as soon as Feng Yi reached the front yard, he instead felt less afraid. The monsters didn't know about the front yard. These low-IQ zombies wouldn't realize to go around. So even if they appeared, they would inevitably have to jump over the coal shed and break the window to catch him. During this time, he could open the front yard gate and escape.

Now, he could completely observe the changes in the backyard through the window.

Rustling sound.

Not long after, Feng Yi's heart tightened again; the sound of breaking glass proved that the monsters had already smashed the backyard window, forcibly breaking into the backyard house.

A little while later, with a squeak of the backyard door, Feng Yi's previously uplifted heart finally felt regret for his earlier glee and anticipation. Why did he hope, hope that the zombies would open the door and start this game of cat and mouse?

At the same time, Mo Ying continued to observe at Feng Yi—its heart was far more anxious than Feng Yi's.

Kid, remember, you don't have a physical body now. When you have a body, no matter what nightmare you have, your nervous system always stays connected with your consciousness to pull you back to the current world. At this moment, you might never wake up again, or you might wake up instantly due to the nervous response that pulls you back to reality; that small world you created is dominated by you.

But now, it's different. If you're gone, you're completely gone!

Through the simulation of the consciousness curve, Mo Ying quickly saw the structural picture emerging in Feng Yi's consciousness. It was chaos outside the room, and he was now in this relatively simple structural room compared to the previous house. It was relatively easier to escape because the small courtyard had a narrow 1.2-meter corridor, with a door blocking the path to the front yard.

This house was different; behind was a kang (a heated bed); next to it was a door. Pushing open the inner house door and walking a few steps forward, you could run outside.

However, nobody could say what was outside. Fortunately, this space hadn't reacted with other time-space axes; it seemed everything was under Feng Yi's control. Once its axis interacted with others, the result would be hard to say. But now Feng Yi was also very dangerous. He didn't even realize he was himself; this was the most deadly thing.

Be aware that even with his abilities, Feng Yi might not be harmed by planar creatures in this space. The true principle of the Third Rhythm was his biggest card.

But when is a person most fragile? Obviously, that's when they're dreaming.

At that time, your thinking consciousness won't be subjectively influenced, and the way you act exists with probabilistic unpredictability. Take a person dreaming as a metaphor: often issues arise in dreams that even that person doesn't understand.

Just like betting with Feng Yi, in dreams, subconscious behavior essentially doesn't differ from reality. So when you meet a woman and think she's your opponent only because she's thin and weak, your subconscious will judge that she's inferior to you, that is, she can't beat you.

However, when you encounter a fat person, if your subconscious believes you can't beat the fat person, then you indeed can't beat the fat person.

When a person is about to die, the brain sends out a special wave transmitted by the subconscious, which causes irreparable harm to that person.

The state Feng Yi was in now was similar to a weak wave form.

Do you ever suddenly jolt awake in your sleep? Or receive an urgent report from your brain while dreaming? The first kind of spasm is the muscle nerve test response; the second situation is the brain's life reflex. When the second situation happens, a person will instinctively try to respond to that feedback, otherwise, the brain would inflict permanent damage—or death—on that body.

If Feng Yi now gets caught by something nonexistent in his dream, the subconscious is very likely to receive such a prompt, so this kid is totally gambling.

Mo Ying only hoped that Feng Yi's dream would end early, or that he would leave this situation. The best scenario would be if he realized the environment he was in; he was still in 3.5 dimensions, that probability space where zombies were probability, turning off and on the lights were a probability, and the changes in the dream were also a probability. If this was a pleasant dream, or if he stopped dreaming, his mental power would obviously recover greatly.

——

Bang, bang...

With a burst of chaotic noises, even the back door was smashed by these ghost creatures.

Feng Yi was horrified! He turned around abruptly, pushed open the room door, opened the lock, and rushed out of the room without hesitation.

At this moment, the chaotic world outside had been transformed from nonexistent space-time into traceable stacked ripples, the dark moonlight pouring down. The flat house was still and quiet; it seemed people were asleep, or perhaps there were no people at all. At least in Mo Ying's eyes, except for Feng Yi's visible range, everything else was empty and unreal.

At the ends of his thoughts, those unreal substances instantly transformed into various forms composed of quantum, playing with micro-scale changes in the local time-space, making them visible.

In his run, Feng Yi leapt and jumped three times, and climbed onto the roof, showing that his childhood was far more sensitive than other children, all his upgrade points were added to agility, reaching the roof within a few breaths.

Then, the large-hearted fellow was even looking down with the posture of a victor...

The process seemed unexpectedly smooth. Now, Feng Yi seemed to be gradually turning back into his original self from the role he had been playing. At least judging by the current situation, from climbing up to the rooftop, and the brilliance in his eyes, the current Feng Yi was no longer Feng Luo but himself as a teenager.

Gradually...

There was no more sound below. Feng Yi's sharp eyes scanned the bright moon on the horizon. The full moon seemed to keep injecting him with energy, constantly giving him his courage.

Whoosh...

A leap down from the eaves, Feng Yi suddenly remembered something, something important: he could fight. Why should he fear these things? He seemed to be watching a boy he cared about very much, yet, felt unfamiliar with.

"Come out."

As he spoke, Feng Yi swung open the door only to see several blood-splattered creatures crashing toward him.

Feng Yi saw this and his eyes suddenly became sharp. He turned around and with a series of kicks, thud-thud-thud-thud... As a prospective warrior, Feng Yi's strength as a youth was already quite shocking. In just a second, five creatures of unknown type crashed into the wall and disappeared without a trace.

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