If You Want to Become an Immortal, Go to the 100th Level

Chapter 570 Who Is that Person?

Xiao Ke got up and dressed, then washed his face and brushed his teeth. He came to the living room, where his mother had already prepared breakfast.

A poached egg and a glass of milk.

His mother said, "Wait for me at the school gate after school today, and I'll take you to Dr. Li."

Xiao Ke nodded silently.

This is a single-parent family. Many years ago, Xiao Ke lost his father, but a few months ago, he suddenly had some strange dreams, which entangled him and made him feel confused, lost, and scared.

He often saw the collapse of the fairy tower, the edge of the world, and a light belt in his dreams. There were people walking on the light belt, and he remembered the person walking at the end very clearly.

He remembered the back very clearly.

As a twelve-year-old boy, he certainly couldn't keep the content of these dreams in his heart, but said it immediately, telling his mother, the teacher, the classmates, and everyone.

So it was natural.

The teacher suggested that his mother take him to see a psychologist.

The psychiatrist said: "The fairy tower is the pillar of our world, and the role of the father in the family is also a pillar. When the father left, it was like the pillar collapsed, so he often dreamed that the fairy tower collapsed."

The mother agreed very much, and Xiao Ke almost believed it.

But that scene was too real!

"Did you dream about that dream again last night?" asked the mother.

Xiao Ke shook his head.

Xiao Ke was twelve years old and learned to lie, otherwise he would be endlessly ridiculed and accused.

He had been called to the office by the teacher more than once for saying strange things in class.

The mother said: "The treatment of the psychiatrist is really useful. It's really expensive for a reason."

Xiao Ke sneered in his heart. Is it really useful?

After breakfast, Xiao Ke came to school and started class. Although he was a primary school student, he had to go to morning self-study. Everyone started to recite the text, but Xiao Ke was drawing.

He drew the fairy tower being destroyed by a beam of light.

He drew the edge of the universe.

He drew a road of light with several people walking on it, and the last person was drawn most clearly. That person had a short sword wrapped in lightning.

"Xiao Ke, what are you drawing?"

Xiao Ke was startled and tried to put the drawing away, but it had already been taken away by the teacher.

The teacher carefully checked the drawing on the textbook, and then said sternly: "Xiao Ke, come to the office immediately!"

Xiao Ke stood up silently, lowered his head and followed the teacher to the office. There were other teachers in the office, but his head teacher cursed him without hesitation: "Xiao Ke, you don't study hard, so why are you drawing? And you're drawing on the textbook. What is a textbook? It is a carrier of knowledge, it is sacred, and countless teachers who compiled the textbooks have worked hard and sweated. How can you be worthy of those teachers and your mother?"

Xiao Ke was constantly scolded by the teacher, but what he thought in his heart was: Why hasn't that beam of light come yet? If it comes, it will prove that what I said is true. If it comes, I won't be scolded.

If it comes

It's coming, it's really coming!

Suddenly, colorful lights flashed outside the window. The head teacher stopped scolding and all the teachers looked out the window. Then they saw a colorful beam of light wrapped in lightning suddenly shot from the horizon and hit the fairy tower fiercely.

The head teacher turned his head and stared at the picture in the book. The lovely fairy tower was hit by a beam of light and then collapsed.

The head teacher looked at Xiao Ke in disbelief: "Is the dream you said true?"

Xiao Ke raised his head: "Of course!"

The above is just Xiao Ke's imagination. The reality is that he was scolded by the head teacher until the bell for the end of self-study rang, and then the head teacher asked him to go back to class by himself.

After a day of classes, he came to the school gate and saw his anxiously waiting mother.

"The head teacher called me and said that you were scribbling on the textbook. Didn't you say that you don't have those dreams anymore? It seems that you still need to see a psychologist."

Xiao Ke didn't speak.

He followed his mother to the psychologist's consultation room. After examining Xiao Ke, the psychologist said, "Your child's condition is the most serious I have ever seen. I suggest sending him to this school. This is a very famous elite education school that specializes in treating children with various mental illnesses, especially those with Internet addiction."

The mother said, "My child is very well-behaved and studies very well."

The psychologist said, "No, I mean, this school has professional teachers and professional equipment. At least compared to me, they are more professional and can better solve your problems."

The mother asked Xiao Ke, "Xiao Ke, do you want to go to this new school?"

Xiao Ke paused, he looked at his mother's haggard face, and finally said, "Whatever."

The psychologist immediately handed over a business card: "This is the contact information of the principal of that school. You said that I can give you a 30% discount because I introduced you."

The mother immediately thanked him, "Thank you so much, doctor, for your trouble."

When Xiao Ke returned home, his mother immediately began to pack his luggage. Xiao Ke opened a notebook, and the notebook was filled with his drawings.

What does this dream mean?

Xiao Ke fell into thought.

"Xiao Ke, it's time to go to bed. I'll take you to that school tomorrow."

Xiao Ke went to bed. Before going to bed, he opened the curtains and took a look at the fairy tower.

That night, he had another dream, which was still so real, but different from the previous one, he found himself walking on the colorful light band.

He stepped on the colorful light band, and then ran forward desperately, non-stop, he wanted to catch up with the people in front, but although the people in front walked very slowly, he could not catch up, it was very difficult, very difficult, very difficult!

He could not run, just like everyone running in the dream, obviously he had exhausted all his strength, but he just couldn't speed up.

This is because most people's brain conversion speed is not fast enough, and the scene changes slowly. After all, in the dream, it is not you who is walking forward, but the scene is walking backward.

But this time is different. This time it is not that Xiao Ke ran slowly, but that he could not catch up with the people in front who were walking slowly.

He ran madly, cried, tired, and desperate.

Finally, he stopped.

But at this moment, the person at the end of the line slowly turned around and asked, "Who are you?"

Xiao Ke shouted, "Come and save me, save my world, the fairy tower in our world is going to collapse!"

Xiao Ke shouted and kept shouting. He said everything in his dream. He was like a person who grabbed the last straw and shouted.

Finally, he woke up.

"Xiao Ke, what's wrong with you?"

The mother asked gently, her eyes were full of fatigue, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes.

Xiao Ke said, "Mom, I'm fine."

He didn't want to worry his mother.

"Are you having a nightmare again?" asked the mother.

Xiao Ke nodded silently, and then he remembered something. He said, "This time it's different. I saw that person, the face of that person, and he asked who I was?"

The mother hurriedly hugged Xiao Ke and then cried silently.

And Xiao Ke couldn't speak anymore.

At this time, he understood that sometimes lies are also very necessary. In order not to worry his relatives, he could only choose to lie.

"Who is that person?" the mother asked.

Xiao Ke opened his mouth, but didn't say anything because he didn't ask.

The mother suddenly decided to change her mindset. She decided to believe her child. She said, "We won't go to that school. I'll ask for leave from the company and take you to the countryside. Let's go and relax."

What psychologist, what elite school, go away. If I don't believe in my child, who else can believe him?

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