A few minutes later.
At the door of that ambiguously contoured house.
Du Wei, holding an umbrella, looked up and noticed that the entire house seemed out of place, somewhat resembling those medieval houses made of stone bricks, complete with a chimney.
But the surface of the house was a deep black.
No matter how you looked at it, it was strange.
Du Wei stood at the doorway, staring at the black wooden door, and hesitated for a while.
Now, with “luck and presence” on his side, he shouldn’t encounter any danger upon entering, but what he wanted to find was the nun.
If the nun wasn’t inside, it would feel quite meaningless to him.
But suddenly…
Behind the door, a series of footsteps resounded.Thud…
Thud…
Thud…
The footsteps were heavy and carried a strange sound, as if someone was dragging something heavy.
Du Wei, who had once studied forensic science, could accurately assess that the owner of the footsteps was a male.
Generally speaking, men are heavier than women.
Only in this way would the footsteps sound very heavy and be audible from outside the door.
But the next second, the footsteps suddenly disappeared.
Following closely was the sound of a woman’s prayers.
She whispered behind the door, reciting the words from the Bible.
Hearing this.
Du Wei frowned, in the dream there was only the nun besides him.
But this dream was a mishmash, the collective dreams of many converging together.
Anything could happen in the dream.
What would happen after opening the door?
The nun?
Or something else?
If it was the former, the matter would be concluded.
If it was the latter…
Du Wei thought for a moment, his right hand retrieving the flintlock gun from within his trench coat.
His hand was now possessed by the Evil Spirit, but it still had sensation.
Bang…
He kicked the door open with one foot.
But to Du Wei’s great surprise, as soon as he kicked the door open, the praying voice immediately disappeared.
There was absolutely no “person” inside this room.
There were no lights on inside the house; the floor was indeed made of stone, and there was a fireplace on the wall of the room, with the burning wood glowing red hot.
But on a sensory level, there was no difference.
This was in a dream, where temperature does not exist.
“Strange… why did it disappear?”
Du Wei said to himself, standing cautiously at the entrance, surveying the scene inside the house.
He noticed.
On the stone floor inside the room, there were two lines of congealed bloodstains, dragged along the floor to the fireplace, and then abruptly disappearing.
His gaze lingered on the fireplace for a while.
Several minutes passed.
No abnormalities occurred.
Only then did Du Wei frown and walked into the house.
“In my memory and knowledge, there is no such ancient architectural style, which means this place is someone else’s dream. By entering this house, I’m actually entering another person’s dream,” he reflected.
“But now it seems this dream has ended…”
Inside the house.
Du Wei looked around briefly; the house had two floors, and the staircase was made of chopped trees, nailed together. Calling it a staircase was one thing, but it wouldn’t be inappropriate to call it a ladder either.
He looked up, and the ceiling was entirely made of solid wood.
We might as well call this the first floor.
Du Wei didn’t find any useful information on the first floor, so he packed up his umbrella, slipped it into the backpack’s slot, and started climbing up.
It was only a two-meter distance.
Du Wei effortlessly climbed to the second floor.
There, he saw some nitrate-treated animal heads mounted on the wall, lions, cheetahs, and jackals.
On the floor lay a sun-dried wolf skin, but eerily, there were many congealed bloodstains around it.
Moreover, the entire house had a dark color scheme.
This scene was oppressively somber to behold.
“It’s like the house of a hunter, but before that, strange things seem to have happened in this room.”
Du Wei walked up to the wolf skin, picked it up, and underneath, he found a wrinkled and rotten hat.
Looking at the remaining traces on the hat, he muttered softly, “Red?”
Out of nowhere…
An absurd thought popped into Du Wei’s mind.
He took a deep breath and followed the bloodstains on the ground as he walked forward.
Creak…
The wooden floorboards, unable to bear the weight.
Within a few steps, Du Wei had entered a room on the second floor.
It was a spartan room, with a large bed whose sheets were covered in congealed bloodstains, and there were even brown hairs present.
They belonged to that wolf skin.
“How interesting…”
Du Wei couldn’t help but chuckle coldly and took out the coin again.
“When I entered this nightmare, it just happened to be ending, so it devoured the dream and I gained nothing.”
“But thinking in reverse, it is indeed devouring other people’s dreams now, so it can’t devour mine, because I am not dreaming at all right now. The one in the dream is me.”
“My dream hasn’t started, so it can’t end.”
“But this dream is the collective dream of many people. As long as I enter other people’s dreams and get there before it devours the dream, I can find it.”
“Good luck would only let me escape danger, or even not encounter any danger at all, so what I need instead is bad luck.”
“It would be best to be so unlucky that I enter somebody else’s nightmare the next second.”
As he spoke, Du Wei tossed the coin once more.
“I want tails!”
How awkward…
This time it was heads.
Without cheating, it’s basically impossible to decide the outcome of the coin.
Without a hint of emotion, Du Wei took off his mask and stared at the coin, flipping it again.
His luck had always been terrible.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t be dealing with Evil Spirits every day.
As expected.
The coin landed on tails, just as Du Wei had wished.
All of a sudden, he had an odd feeling in his heart, a mix of alarm and the sensation of stepping into the void, losing the sense of security one feels when their foot doesn’t find solid ground.
Without the shadow of Evil Spirit Transformation, Du Wei could actually feel the strangeness of being cursed with bad luck.
But he felt it wasn’t enough.
So, Du Wei tossed the coin two more times in a row.
All came up tails…
Boom…
Outside the house, a flash of lightning streaked across the gloomy sky.
The downpour was torrential.
The whole Dream World began to transform.
With a calm gaze, Du Wei turned his head to look behind…
Behind him, the door of the room had suddenly become a narrow stone passage…
Just wide enough to allow one person to pass through.
On the other side of the passage was an exceedingly luxurious room, like a place for high society gatherings.
Inside were many men and women dressed in suits and evening gowns, all singing and dancing.
Yet not a single sound came through the passage.
Watching this scene, Du Wei said in a detached tone, “It seems I have become so unlucky that the nightmare has actively sought me out. How absurd.”
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