422: You're interesting, kid.

After Shen Bei was dragged into the dream, Sun Wu and others led him through the underground tunnels.

For some reason, even though Sun Wu had a name, he gave himself a nickname here.

Even Fu Jian had gone with the flow.

Shen Bei had only one thought about this: this group of people had probably been completely brainwashed, entirely forgetting their Military identity in the outside world.

Looking at the expressions of Sun Wu, Fu Jian, and the others, it was as if they were native inhabitants of this place.

The problem seemed quite significant…

No wonder they couldn't wake up in the dream; they didn't even realize it was a dream, so how could they have the idea to wake up?

Without the thought, there would be no action.

This wasn't even the strangest thing to Shen Bei.

After all, in reality, there are sleepwalkers who cannot distinguish between reality and dreams.

The most typical example is the web novel character, Mr. Li Huowang.

But what surprised Shen Bei was that Sun Wu and the others had even given themselves nicknames.

After Shen Bei jumped into the tunnel beneath the stove, he asked curiously, "Um… is having a nickname a mandatory rule? Don't you have names?"

At this moment, Sun Wu kindly reminded him, "There are Living Dead wandering the town who can kill anyone unconditionally if they know their true name. Perhaps they've left the town by now, but you must not be careless."

Shen Bei was greatly astonished.

This was somewhat like a 'truth-word kill'.

Shen Bei stroked his chin, thinking that if he spoke Sun Wu's name, he would instantly be hunted by the Living Dead?

Shen Bei first noted down this piece of information, which might not be useful, then made up a fake name: "My name is Qi Chuanyu."

Hmm, that's a good name.

Anyway, Qi Chuanyu wasn't in the dream, and Shen Bei didn't believe that the Living Dead in the dream could fly out and travel a thousand miles to hunt Qi Chuanyu.

If that were the case, he would be incredibly powerful, practically possessing a Death Note, not even needing to write names, just saying who dies…

Sun Wu nodded, indicating he remembered, then thoughtfully instructed, "Remember to change it again after forty-eight hours. We all do this."

"Wouldn't that make it very hard to remember?" Shen Bei asked, puzzled.

"Hard to remember is precisely what we want," Sun Wu said solemnly. "Otherwise, over time, a fake name could also be used as a true name."

Shen Bei was greatly surprised; they were cautious to this extent.

But thinking about it, if they weren't careful enough, they probably wouldn't have survived in the dream until now.

At this moment, Sun Wu was about to say something else.

Suddenly, their candles swept over a suspicious dark shadow in front.

Another person immediately grabbed Shen Bei's shoulder to prevent him from acting rashly.

Sun Wu, who was walking in front, also immediately stopped, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Shen Bei looked closely; the dark shadow was indeed just a "dark shadow."

Simply put, it was a shadow unrelated to any object, like a splash of ink on the ground, constantly changing shape, and if it gathered into a circle, its diameter would be about one meter.

Shen Bei couldn't recognize the origin of this dark shadow, but since Sun Wu and the others hadn't moved, Shen Bei didn't act cleverly by moving himself, nor did he speak rashly.

A moment later, the dark shadow, like an agile fish, swam from the ground to the wall, then moved into the distance, until it disappeared around the corner.

After three minutes, Sun Wu finally said in a strained voice, "Let's go."

"What was that just now?" Shen Bei asked aloud.

"We call it the 'Wandering Shadow,' and it's also a type of Living Dead," another person said. "If someone accidentally touches it, their entire body's color will instantly turn black, and then they will be instantly absorbed by the Wandering Shadow."

He deliberately used "instantly" twice to emphasize how difficult it was to react to being hit.

Shen Bei's mouth twitched; this Da Shouzi of the Divine Power Realm was quite playful.

It was a bit too much…

"But according to past experience, those absorbed don't die," Sun Wu continued. "Even those absorbed a long time ago don't seem to have died."

Fu Jian, who had been silent, also seemed to realize something.

People don't die, but they just can't get out of it, trapped alive…

He finally spoke: "Rather than ending up in that unknown state, I'd rather die."

Sun Wu sighed, "Yes, so you must listen to my commands. I will lead you to survive in this world."

Shen Bei had some question marks in his mind.

Why did Sun Wu's tone sound like he knew who he was?

Although there was no evidence.

But it seemed like Sun Wu was the leader of this area, a commander.

The desires that couldn't be fulfilled in reality were being satisfied here.

The group walked through the tunnel.

At the same time, Shen Bei's mouth didn't stop.

He asked question after question.

Although Fu Jian didn't say much, he also curiously craned his neck to listen.

Sun Wu answered everything he knew.

In a short while, Shen Bei figured out the background of this dream.

First, this town was called Anxi Town.

Hundreds of years ago, because the Cultivators of the Apocalypse Sect randomly sacrificed to the abyss, they summoned a powerful evil Cultivator, which brought a century-long Hellish catastrophe to the earth's surface.

The existence of the Living Dead was the most common form of curse on the earth's surface for the living during the Hellish catastrophe era, which was full of death.

After a person became an Living Dead, they still had a fairly clear consciousness, but they just couldn't express it through language and behavior.

Their Soul was imprisoned day after day in a decaying body, watching themselves frantically attack other living people, and still retaining the ability to feel pain.

The more the body decayed, the stronger the pain.

And no one could turn them back into living people, because the Living Dead were already Living Dead from the moment they became Living Dead.

Ordinary people, no matter how hard they tried, could not truly kill the Living Dead, let alone save their Souls.

Because the Living Dead could not die even if they were chopped into minced meat, and could retain their consciousness even if burned to ashes.

Doing so would only bring more hellish pain to the Living Dead.

In an era where the shadow of a doomsday deity shrouded the world, it was said that hundreds of millions of Living Dead, whose lives were worse than death, wandered endlessly across cities, villages, official roads, wilderness, forests, deserts, mountains, and other places on the earth's surface, like conducting desperate pilgrimages, while hoping someone could truly kill them, and constantly increasing their companions amidst wails.

Anxi Town's geographical location was quite fortunate, situated in an area with extremely low disaster severity.

But even so, large numbers of Living Dead still attacked the town.

And Sun Wu led the humans in this town to maintain their livelihood and protect their safety.

It wasn't that Sun Wu had leadership abilities and could arrange for humans' food, drink, and daily needs.

Rather, there was a barrier formation on the outskirts of Anxi Town that could prevent the Living Dead from entering.

Although it was damaged from time to time, only Sun Wu could repair this type of formation.

This made Shen Bei a little confused; Sun Wu didn't seem to know this stuff in reality, did he?

Although Martial Artists had also studied formations, they ultimately couldn't grasp the knack, at most just opening a Domain.

According to Shen Bei's guess, formations should be a skill that only the Divine Power Realm could study.

But how did Sun Wu know it?

This was getting interesting…

But it must be said, Sun Wu was the savior of the homeless survivors, and at the same time, he actively went out to take in more survivors, preserving the spark of human civilization in his own way.

At the same time, Shen Bei confirmed his previous guess: the Apocalypse Sect had indeed brought about the end of the world, and had indeed 'washed ashore' (reformed).

It was just that the underground was already in the Hellish catastrophe era, and this nightmare, woven and spread by the Great Cultivator, was still continuing…