Chapter 190 The Buried Man

The secondary personality controlled the body and began to use his super information processing ability to view the playback of the worlds of these people at ten times the speed. He was surprised to find that this monster covered with pus appeared in the worlds of the four people, and appeared most frequently in Gao Huihui's world.

It almost never appeared in Tian Xin's world, and only flashed once when Ye Tingbai and the curly-haired city lord were there. At that time, the main personality controlled the body, but did not notice anything. Only then did he know it when watching the playback.

This Tian Xin has a big problem. First of all, she was the first to arrive here, and she was the only one who was not given the fruit. And the ghost did not entangle her?

Did she make a wish before everyone arrived?

Ye Tingbai asked the city lord who was directing the wall construction: "Can I still enter the world of these people?"

"No, they must open the door themselves."

Ye Tingbai stretched out his palm and whispered: "Is it a dream?"

Then he walked to the wall and punched the wall that looked extremely fragile in the eyes of everyone. The wall that was already broken was smashed by Ye Tingbai's punch, and a hole as high as a person appeared. Behind the hole was a pitch-black darkness.

But at the moment when the darkness appeared, Ye Tingbai's familiar feeling came back. He had been here before, when he met Zaluno. Zaluno once said that the space did not belong to her. It was the interlayer between reality and fantasy dreamland, and it was a public space.

The monster town of Zoryuno was only built there. Only outside that town, there was a real nightmare. So this so-called Dream City was probably similar to this kind of building. It was built in the interlayer between reality and dream, but the wall made of strange materials isolated the influence of the interlayer, so Ye Tingbai had never noticed it.

So those strange worlds were indeed dreams, but this place could always affect reality. In other words, that Chen Lan was the Chen Lan in Ye Tingbai's mind. It was the Dream City that chose Ye Tingbai, and Ye Tingbai created a completely flawless her based on the image of his mother in his heart.

At the moment the wall was broken, a mummy with dark yellow bandages all over its body suddenly appeared. The secondary personality took its claws with one hand, then pulled it in, and smashed its head with his elbow, but there was nothing under the bandages.

The curly-haired city lord collapsed and shouted: "Are you crazy? What are you doing? We will die, we will all die."

The secondary personality looked back at him, slapped him to the ground, and he stepped out of the wall the next second.

After arriving at the periphery, the vision was much clearer. The inside and outside of the wall were like two worlds.

Inside was blue sky and white clouds, while outside was dark, with gray light everywhere. The barren land was full of pits, and this dark and barren land was full of graves. There were many unburied corpses between the graves, exposed in the wilderness.

The curly-haired city lord had already begun to organize people to rebuild the wall, and Ye Tingbai did not stop him. The last source of light also disappeared. The outside of the city was like a mass grave, and many of these corpses thrown on the ground at random would come back to life, get up and walk a few times, and fall to the ground again.

Ye Tingbai saw a thatched house in the grave at a glance. He approached the house and heard a faint breathing sound not far away. There were living people.

Creak~

The old door seemed to have not been opened for some time, and the room was filled with a strange stench. It was a room that was so simple that it was hard to describe, and there was not even a bed.

On the floor lay an old man with dishevelled hair and dirty face, so dirty that it was hard to tell whether he was a man or a woman. He might have heard the noise made by Ye Tingbai, and he said in an extremely hoarse voice.

"Ahem~ Is there finally someone to take over? I'm relieved."

As soon as he finished speaking, he propped up his tired body, and wanted to hit his head against the wall to death. The secondary personality grabbed his shoulders faster than him. This person was the only source of information he could see at present.

"Speak clearly before you die."

The old man seemed surprised by Ye Tingbai's skills and was stunned for a moment.

"Didn't anyone explain it to you clearly when you came out?"

The secondary personality: "What to say?"

The old man sneered in a hoarse and weird voice again.

"Hehe, tell me how to bury the body."

The secondary personality slapped the old man in the face, and he turned around twice on the spot.

"I'm not your successor. Explain it to me clearly."

The old man was also stunned. He lay on the ground for a long time without saying a word. Just when the secondary personality was about to break his limbs, the old man opened his mouth.

"Everyone will be tailored to have a dream, and the dream will produce people. Regardless of whether they are important or not, these people are created. When the dream is abandoned, these people will become useless zombies, scattered around this city. My job is to bury the bodies so that their resentment will not be so heavy."

The main personality controlled the body. He was more curious about this topic, which was also what he had been wondering about. Are these dreams real or false?

"Do these people you are talking about really exist?"

The old man laughed sinisterly twice.

"If you think they are real, they are real. If you insist that these people are fake, just destroy them."

The old man paused and looked at the wall next to him. Ye Tingbai also looked over. There was a beautiful young girl hanging on it. It was a color photo, which was also a rare decoration in this shabby house.

Laorrou continued.

"But when they were created because of you, they already existed, with their own joys, sorrows, anger and happiness, and there was no difference from a real person."

This layer is between the dreamland and reality. The definition of falsehood and reality is vague. According to the old man, everything created by everyone's dream, and the people involved in it, are independent individuals. Even when they give up, these people will still exist, but they can't survive in this desolate wilderness.

So this place is a living meat grinder. Every ten years, a group of people are created out of thin air, and then these are like tools, and they will be abandoned and die after being used.

Over time, the piles of corpses naturally produced resentment. These resentments made the Dream City lose its normal living environment, so there was the profession of burial man, who, like the city lord, was appointed by the Dream City.

Outside this dark city, day after day, year after year, corpses were collected and buried.

Ye Tingbai: "Are you so willing to do these things?"

The old man sighed and looked at the photo on the wall again. It seems that this man loves that girl very much.

"Dreams have a time limit. The person you created cannot live forever. I don't want her to disappear. This is the price I need to pay."