419: Escape into a dream

Fu Jian was also a bold person.

Shen Bei wanted to enter the dream, and Fu Jian wanted to even more.

If it weren't for Yu Buxiu's threats and warnings, he would have long wanted to go in and see what kind of dream had trapped all his brothers.

Now there was a reason.

If he was held accountable afterwards, he could completely blame Shen Bei.

"You didn't listen to my advice and, while I wasn't paying attention, entered the glass cover. By the time I wanted to pull you out, it was too late."

Fu Jian licked his lips and explained the details.

Shen Bei made an OK gesture.

He didn't need to worry; no matter what happened, General was still behind him.

At the same time, he wasn't a Military person from the Western Military Region, so he could just pack up and leave.

The two quietly opened the glass door.

There were no cameras here, so there was no need to act.

After all, electricity couldn't work in the underground cave.

And providing nutrient solutions for these Military personnel was also easy to do, just direct injection.

Such small tricks were basic for a Martial Artist.

Entering through the glass door.

The two walked a few steps inside.

At this moment, Fu Jian gazed at a Military person and sighed.

Shen Bei glanced over; it was a Military person with a horizontal scar on his face, and he curiously asked, "What's wrong with this person?"

Fu Jian shrugged and said, "His name is Sun Wu. He's very difficult to deal with and extremely brave. He should have been promoted in rank, but Yu Buxiu thought his personality was flawed and imperfect. If he were to lead a team, he might cause trouble, so he never agreed."

"Sun Wu caused a lot of trouble, even appealing to the headquarters in the capital, but Yu Buxiu still suppressed it and wouldn't allow the promotion."

"Looking at him now, he's a pitiful person indeed."

Shen Bei hummed, not wanting to comment on it. Human relationships exist everywhere, and perhaps Yu Buxiu had his own ideas.

A person with a flawed personality truly shouldn't lead a team; that would be tantamount to pushing others into an abyss.

The two continued to walk in.

Shen Bei began to feel as if his Soul was being dragged.

Shen Bei couldn't help but gasp.

According to Fu Jian, that Great Cultivator had long since retreated outside the underground cave's main camp.

He had been gone for a long time.

But even so, the dream trap left by this Great Cultivator was still in "working condition."

It was simply hair-raising.

This kind of method also made Shen Bei begin to yearn for it infinitely.

Divine Power Realm, it's truly amazing!

Even the most powerful Martial Artist couldn't leave and have a random spell continue to operate for a long time after they were gone.

This reminded Shen Bei of Wu Bi'an. He was also a Da Shouzi!

He was probably an even more amazing existence than this Great Cultivator.

At the same time, as Shen Bei moved, he could feel another terrifying aspect of this dream.

That was its infinite expansion!

This "infinite expansion" purely referred to the outside.

Imagine, if people unaware of the truth approached the unconscious Military personnel, they would fall one after another.

Forming a "plague-like" spreading effect.

More and more people were dragged into the dream.

If a chain reaction formed...

Unthinkable, truly unimaginable!

This was also why they encountered the domestic Military, who had strict discipline and decisive methods.

If this happened abroad, it might lead to chain-like unconsciousness among thousands of people.

"This method is really a bit insidious," Shen Bei muttered.

Fu Jian shrugged: "I, on the other hand, feel that this Great Cultivator is testing and experimenting, and has not truly unleashed the dream-dragging spell on a large scale."

Shen Bei somewhat agreed, but still said, "It's also possible that this Great Cultivator isn't too familiar with this spell either, and probably went back to Cultivate. When he returns again, it might be a large-scale deployment of the spell."

Fu Jian nodded seriously: "So, breaking the dream is urgent. If I were Yu Buxiu, I would definitely use a human wave tactic to figure out what's going on."

"Stop."

Shen Bei suddenly rubbed his face, as if to rub away all those mixed emotions: "Your idea won't work. Solving problems doesn't necessarily require many people; elites are enough."

Fu Jian took a deep breath, seemingly quickly calming the fluctuations in his heart, then smiled and said, "Then we are the elites."

At this point, the two had reached the limit of the safe distance.

Blinding red lines were drawn on the ground beneath their feet.

There were also warning signs, instructing anyone not to approach a single step closer.

Shen Bei and Fu Jian didn't hesitate at all; both stepped over the line simultaneously.

The next moment.

Shen Bei saw Fu Jian fall to the ground with a thud.

Immediately after, Shen Bei's vision began to darken, as if a layer of yellow mud had been smeared on his retina.

His entire Soul seemed to recall lying in his mother's arms as a child, listening to her gentle humming.

His body also crashed heavily to the ground, falling unconscious.

...

Shen Bei opened his eyes again.

It was an indescribably clear state.

It was like realizing he was sleepwalking but being unable to control his body—that strange feeling.

Shen Bei immediately realized that he hadn't truly woken up.

Instead, he had been dragged into the Great Cultivator's "plague-like" dream.

After his eyes gradually adjusted to the surrounding darkness, Shen Bei found himself seemingly in an inn.

The next moment, Shen Bei's Divine Sense in his mind inexplicably throbbed with pain.

It was as if a nerve-invading force was stirring.

"Hmm? Brainwashing?"

However, Shen Bei's Fifth Dimension mental attribute was already immune.

In the blink of an eye, this mental invasion disappeared.

Shen Bei examined his body and found no serious harm.

He sat up without a word, observing his surroundings.

Shen Bei reached out to touch the bedside table.

There was a tinderbox and a candle.

After lighting the candle, the surroundings immediately brightened. He saw another bed at the other end of the room, but it was empty.

The quilt and sheets on it were quite messy.

Fu Jian was nowhere to be seen, and he didn't know where he had gone.

Shen Bei had just gotten out of bed.

Just then, the door of the guest room was suddenly pounded.

Shen Bei immediately turned to look, not knowing who was knocking. The sound was extremely loud, and rather than knocking, it was more like attacking the door with the force to smash it down.

Undoubtedly, this uninvited guest was not coming with good intentions and knew he was here.

An inn in the dead of night, a solitary guest room, a missing companion, and a sudden, violent pounding on the door...

Putting these elements together, it was just like a horror movie.

Shen Bei didn't think the one knocking outside was a "person."

Normal people wouldn't do such a thing.

Leaving aside that this was a dream, even in normal reality, casually knocking and pounding on a door was an act asking for a beating.

Shen Bei clicked his tongue and, for the time being, called out in the direction of the door: "Who is it?"

Hearing Shen Bei's voice, the visitor said nothing and pounded the door even more violently.

Two seconds later, the seemingly flimsy, but actually not flimsy at all, door was suddenly slammed open, and a blood-stained person stumbled into the guest room.

After stopping his forward momentum, he looked around, then

He fixed his gaze on Shen Bei's body.

And Shen Bei, by the light of the candle, clearly saw his face. What kind of face was it?

It looked nothing like a living person. The face was covered in wounds, flesh turned outwards, showing a severely decomposed state. One could even see maggots wriggling in the wounds.

His eyes were filled with gloom and bloodshot, blood flowed from his mouth, and his fingernails were severely worn.

If Shen Bei had to find an apt metaphor, this was an Living Dead!

"Is this dream playing Resident Evil?"

Shen Bei raised his eyebrows, his fingers twitching, as if to draw his long blade from his Storage Ring.

After all, this thing in front of him was truly disgusting.

But to Shen Bei's surprise, the Storage Ring seemed to be Sealed...

Nothing could be taken out.

"This..." Shen Bei was a bit awkward.

And that Living Dead, upon seeing Shen Bei, paused for only a second. Immediately after, he let out a heart-wrenching roar.

It wasn't an aggressive roar like that of a beast, but rather like someone enduring inhumane pain.

Then, the Living Dead immediately lunged at Shen Bei, attempting to bite fresh flesh.

Although fierce, the Living Dead's movements were too linear, and Shen Bei easily dodged his pounce.

Shen Bei retreated to the table, picking up a slightly stiff oiled paper from the tabletop.

When the Living Dead lunged again, Shen Bei held the paper and suddenly slashed it towards his throat.

Although oiled paper is fragile, its thinness, when infused with True Qi, can be sharp enough to cut skin.

Moreover, many people cut their fingers on the edges of book pages in daily life, and some trained individuals can even throw playing cards to kill.

As long as there's a suitable angle and sufficient speed.

As long as these two conditions are met, even fragile paper can become a lethal weapon.

Under Shen Bei's counter-attack, the oiled paper, infused with True Qi, was like a sharp blade, instantly cutting into the Living Dead's throat, severing his neck muscles, carotid artery, windpipe, and so on.

But paper, after all, is not a blade for decapitation, and it ultimately got stuck in the middle of his cervical spine.

The next moment, Shen Bei lifted his foot and fiercely kicked the Living Dead's face, as if shattering a vase.

His head was sent flying...