Chapter 1480 The Road to Violence

The sunshine in late spring is getting brighter and brighter, the wind after the rain blows fresh air, and the water on the street reflects the blue sky and white clouds.

Behind the open door of the department store, the radio blasted old rock and roll.

Everything seems to be the same as that summer decades ago. Those youthful years are engraved in the dream, making the old man who dreams back to the past wander in a sense of loss at midnight.

Looking for traces of my youth, wandering in this dream.

Until I finally saw her profile in the crowd.

So clear.

After such a long time, she still remains in his life. In this corner of his dream, he quietly accompanies him and never leaves.

When he came back to his senses, the old man in the dream was already in tears.

He couldn't help but take a step towards her.

He reached out and called her name.

At that moment, she finally looked back at him, showing a familiar smile.

took his hand.

boom!

It was as if a loud cracking sound erupted from the heart and dreams, and the sound of thunder echoed.

The violent dump truck rushed past him on the street beside him, just like fireworks rising in the night, throwing out colorful and brilliant water splashes.

Just like a wild horse running wild, it crosses the boundary between time and reality.

Just like him, unreservedly, fiercely, with open arms.

Hug the person in front of you.

He closed his eyes in contentment.

And amidst the loud noise, an embarrassed figure flew into the sky like a salute in the burst of lost love, roared and rolled, and flew into the distance.

A colorful burst of light was smashed out.

This creation seemed to create the entire summer!

"yeah!"

In the speeding truck, Huai Shi and the driver looked back, high-fived each other in celebration, and shouted excitedly: "Reincarnation! Reincarnation!! Reincarnation!!!"

Unfortunately, the target was not sent to a different world to start a new life as expected.

Under the collision of the dump truck, the distance between dreams seemed to be torn apart. Unexpectedly, the flute player didn't even have time to prepare, and he flew out like a ball, rolled, and smashed into the dark and closed house. , landing on top of the collapsed Lego bricks.

In the narrow room, the child in the dream was hiding under the bed, trembling, hiding from the evil monster wandering in the darkness.

"Huai Shi..."

The flute player squeezed out a sound through his teeth, stood up, without even looking back, waved his hand, and smashed the dream monster that rushed towards him against the wall. Then, he ran wildly, pushed the door open, and fled to the other side. In a dream.

Just behind him, outside the gap, the roar of a bloodthirsty dump truck was approaching rapidly, its horn sounding like the roar of a giant dragon.

The moment it approached, it seemed like a super giant cat suddenly shrunk in proportion and forced its way into the gap. The dreamland behind it passed by with a crash.

Only a mess was left on the ground.

But in the midst of her busy schedule, Huai Shi still leaned out of the car window, picked up the unresponsive masked murderer on the ground, stuffed it into his pocket as skillfully as sorting garbage, and finally waved to the sluggish child under the bed:

"Children should not watch horror movies before going to bed! Also, be careful about bedwetting..."

The sound went away with the burning dump truck and disappeared outside the door. Only the sluggish child was left in the fading dream.

I felt the wet touch on my lower body... as if my mother's roar was coming from me.

The dump truck keeps moving forward!

He galloped violently through the dreams, locked onto the figure that kept jumping and disappearing, turned on all power, and then, created!

In the wish for an early reincarnation, the flute player was crushed through one dream after another.

At this moment, in the outermost overflow layer of the silver sea, among the bubbles that are rapidly rising and dying all the time, dreams are swirling like a kaleidoscope.

The piper was jumping, racking his brains to dodge, and trying every means to lay out the maze, but that damn dump truck was always stuck behind him like a tarsal maggot, constantly trying to stick to it.

It's just...haunting!

But when is it your turn to say that others are haunted? This has always been his patent!

The flute player was furious because of the humiliation he had never experienced since his birth, but it did not disrupt his thinking or cause any confusion at all. Instead, it made him calmer and calmer.

Again, start deviating from the route.

You like dump trucks, right?

Then I will let you create enough!

At that moment, he suddenly pushed open a door, jumped into the darkness behind the door, listened to the gradual sound of the horn behind him, raised his hands, and closed them.

Under the intervention of outsiders, the two railway tracks suddenly intertwined at the same place. At the dark ends on both sides of the tunnel, the sound of steel screamed quickly and loudly, and dazzling lights lit up.

The moment the dump truck hit the flute player again, the subway cars roaring from left to right began to criss-cross with each other, carrying hurricane force winds. Amidst the screams of pedestrians in the dream, they collided.

The derailed carriages swept across and collided with each other, turning the entire platform into ruins.

The broken dump truck was broken in the middle, twisted, and enveloped in spreading flames.

The figure of the flute player has disappeared at the end of the crowd and jumped to the next trap.

With the sound of tearing steel, Huai Shi pulled the unsuspecting driver out of the burning wreckage, rolled on the ground, and looked back at his companion whom he had just met a short time ago: "Brother, are you okay?"

"My car! My car!" the driver shouted as if he were mourning for his heir: "My loan has not been repaid yet!"

"You forgot, the loan was just signed in a dream, what are you afraid of!" Huai Shi waved his hand: "How can someone still ask you for money if you are a failure?"

"That's right." The driver breathed a sigh of relief.

"Can we have another round?" Huai Shi was eager to try: "Let's get another giant-class tank. I tell you, that one is very exciting! It also has machine guns and tracks!"

"Really or not?" The driver suddenly thought, then scratched his head, and his figure became illusory: "No, no, no, I heard the alarm clock, I have to pick up the order, I'm late and I have to travel a long distance."

"Okay, I'll treat you to dinner later."

Huai Shi no longer hesitated, patted his shoulder to say goodbye, ran away, and turned back to shout to him: "Eat, don't forget to call my number..."

Seeing the young man making phone gestures disappear at the end of the stairs, the driver couldn't help scratching his head and smiling happily.

Weird.

It was a dream that seemed real.

But occasionally I dream about driving a car, and it seems quite happy...

Huai Shi has jumped into the flames.

There were cries from the smoke-filled building. Even the flashing lights had been extinguished in the thick smoke, leaving only the redness that stung the eyeballs.

And behind the collapsed fissure, he finally saw the flute player's mocking smile.

"You're late, hero."

Without any hesitation about the tuner running toward him, the flute player turned around and pushed open the collapsing door again.

Then, the air wave of the explosion spread and lifted Huai Shi up.

The collapsed building buried everything.

When the disgraced Huai Shi emerged from the broken door frame, he had already arrived at the bustling market.

The spices in the wooden trays are piled up like mountains, colorful, and the air is filled with thick aroma. The handicrafts in the glass shop sparkle under the lights.

Guests in robes came and went, forming a wave and passing by him.

Huai Shi has lost her way.

No trace of the flute player's breath can be found.

"Where did he go?"

He turned back and looked at the spice stall next to him. The old man behind the stall was smoking a hookah with a blank look on his face, completely unable to understand what he was saying.

But on the top of the cabinet, on the old black and white TV, the heroine wearing gorgeous gold jewelry turned back from the enthusiastic singing and dancing, abandoned the enthusiastic expectations of the princes, and pointed behind Huai Shi: "Left hand On the side, in the alley, there is a shortcut to the second door."

Wu Ji smiled mysteriously, "Come on, silly boy, you don't have much time left."

"OK!"

Huai Shi waved his hand and crossed the street without thinking. He easily got on the scooter parked in front of the fruit stall. He turned the accelerator and the scooter with thick smoke surged forward in the narrow alley, but when his figure emerged from As the workers holding the large glass rushed past, the projection in the mirror showed that violent and ferocious appearance.

The flaming knight rode the iron horse, jumped across the gap in the dream, broke the glass in front of him, and broke into another void.

Then, it fell from the sky!

Like a falling meteorite, it hit the shocked face that just pushed the door open.

Huaishi, are you him...

boom!

Amidst the loud noise, on the long bridge of blizzard, the flute player did not fly out awkwardly as expected, but just glided out strangely.

Ling Huaishi frowned.

In less than half a minute, the opponent's strength... actually increased?

"Look, Huaishi, you can't kill me." The flute player laughed jokingly: "Why are you always so obsessed with meaningless things?"

"Fuck you!"

The Hammer of Pain mercilessly hit him on the head: "Only when a dog like you dies can other people's lives be meaningful——"

Amidst the loud noise, the flute player's body collapsed into mud and fell apart, but a strange smile appeared on the broken face: "Okay, I'll give you a chance."

I hope you don't regret it!

At that moment, countless malice burst out from the constraints of his body, and the corrupt poison of the abyss spread, instantly pulling the dream and its owner into the solidified hell.

And that creeping darkness has turned into a frenzy, swallowing Huai Shi instantly. But in the black tide, metal flames burst out and tore from the center.

The endless lies cannot shake and erode the burning soul, but are torn apart by him.

And amidst the flute player's laughter, the rushing darkness rolled around Huai Shi, shattering the collapsed dream, and falling towards the deeper darkness.

Here, there are no more dreams.

Under the current of the black tide, the final limit of the overflow layer was crossed. In the entanglement and struggle, they have followed the process of the regeneration plan and fallen into the core of the sandbox.

Computing layer!

When the infinite stream of light changes and rises, they intertwine with each other and exchange infinite phenomena. Every stream of light whizzing past contained terrifying heat that could evaporate them in an instant. The majestic calculations are unfolding in a physical way in the sea of ​​​​essence, and every moment there is a roar that seems to be the rotation of the world.

It was like falling into a machine so huge that it had no boundaries. Countless surging thoughts have been given substance and turned into rising and falling mountains.

And they are just two specks of dust that don't belong here.

"No need to tie your hands and feet anymore, Huai Shi."

When the surging darkness gathered, the flute player's face reappeared and he looked around: "Look, we have come to the end of the regeneration plan... This is the entrance to the Silver Sea, and the soul aggregate you created is here. Here, lower your authority.”

Along with those hoarse words, the sound of the tide that was once so far away came up again, but it was already so close!

Through the stream of light traveled by countless calculations, they can see the magnificent and dazzling ocean!

After wasting so much time, the piper finally came here.

It took ten times more effort than expected...

Fortunately, the necessary materials have been collected!

At this moment, there are several colorful knots of different colors in his hands - as if all the ingenuity and countless colors of the world have been used to weave knots that carry history and the past.

I don’t know how to search and pick from dreams and weave them carefully.

But the inexhaustible mess that is intertwined with ingenuity is a knot that cannot be untied. When the colorful colors come together, they create a sickening chaos.

Just looking at it makes one dizzy.

And at that moment, a spherical knot in the flute player's hand was thrown towards Huai Shi.

Rapidly expanding and disintegrating, it turned into a huge torrent!

The endless sea water was like an iron wall, rising from the ground, rolling, and pushing towards Huai Shi, swallowing him up in a snap of his fingers. Immediately afterwards, black shadows appeared in the sea water, like ferocious evil ghosts, pulling Huai Shi tightly and dragging him into the suffocating abyss, from which he could not escape.

It was obviously just an illusory memory, but at this moment it turned into real pain, penetrating into Huai Shi's heart.

But what surprised him even more was the desperate faces.

Young or old, everyone is different.

But there was no sparkle in the empty eyes.

"Sixteen years ago, Bhogapar, India - heavy rainfall for half a month caused water levels to rise. Officials proudly rejected the Astronomical Society's emergency notice, claiming that billions of dams would be enough to withstand all disasters. Let all civilians not be afraid and stay at home with peace of mind. But the dam they had high hopes for was just a shoddy product from the beginning, and it did not even last until the next day. As a result, Bogapal completely disappeared from the map, with more than 70,000 people Drowned or killed by the plague, hundreds of thousands were displaced.

Before the dam burst, the dignitaries had already left that city on a connecting flight and went to Hawaii for vacation.

Under the deliberate cover-up and blockade, the 70,000 dead and the hundreds of thousands alive were completely forgotten and no one heard of them again..."

The flute player's laughter sounded in Huai Shi's ears: "How do you feel about this forgotten suffering, Your Excellency, the current hero?"

Along with his words, the knot hanging from his fingertips slowly squirmed, and one disaster after another in the malicious record gradually came to life.

"From now on, enjoy it to your heart's content, Huaishi."

The flute player sighed mockingly, "The endless evil karma you have created in this world that you are so proud of!"

Sorry, I lay down for a while because my eyes hurt and I didn't make time. This chapter is from yesterday.

Also, it’s a new month, so I’m looking for a guaranteed monthly pass.