In the dream, the moth saw a bizarre world, with many black-eyed and black-haired people like him gathered in a large area to live in harmony. They had clean, bright, spacious and comfortable residences, beautiful and warm clothes, exquisite utensils. They went on a run-and-run box, and there were big birds that could fly into the sky. People could reach the belly of the big birds, and they could reach no distance.

They never go hungry, there are so many delicious foods that they can't count. There are more novel things he has never seen before...

These pictures are intermittent, incoherent, and increasingly blurred. The moth in the dream has a very reluctant mood. He doesn't want these pictures to disappear, and wants to keep them all in his mind.

But at this moment, the scattered images suddenly vibrated, and then there were dense cracks, which then shattered.

The moth suddenly woke up. There were no flames in the fire pool in front of him, only embers left. At this time, he felt the ground under his feet shaking again and again.

In an instant, he returned to reality from his dream, and didn't even bother to wear clothes. He grabbed the wooden gun and ran to the entrance of the cave. Then he pressed the stone that sealed the entrance of the cave with his back, turned the wooden gun back with both hands, and leaned on the ground with one thick end.

This is not the first time he has encountered this situation. There must be huge monsters passing by here. The ground shakes when they walk, and their bodies will rub against the rocks. The stones that seal the holes will easily loosen, which is very dangerous.

This is why others are unwilling to go deeper into the mountains and forests. There are too many monsters, especially at night, even hiding in the cave is not safe. He doubted whether the owner of the cave had been eaten by the monsters before.

After a while, the vibration of the ground disappeared. The moth finally breathed a sigh of relief. He slowly walked back to the fire pool, looked at the embers inside, and thought to himself: "It should be late at night." He knew how much firewood he added every time, and naturally he knew when it burned.

After adding firewood to the fire pool, the borer wore the animal skins and walked to the haystack and lay on it.

But he couldn't sleep anymore, and his mind was filled with the scenes from the dream just now. Although those scenes were broken in the dream, he could remember some of them at this moment.

"How could I have such a strange dream? How could there be such a place... But it would be great if I could really live in such a place. I would never have to take the risk of hunting, nor would I have to be hungry again..." The thin and tender face showed a look of yearning.

At this moment, something strange happened. The moth felt his eyes blurred and a picture suddenly appeared in front of him.

The moth was startled, and his hair stood up on his body. He grabbed the wooden gun and leaned back against the stone wall. But he did not distance himself from the picture, and the picture was still in front of him. At this moment, his heart was about to jump out, and his fear of the unknown made his scalp numb, and the wooden gun in his hand was about to be pierced out.

But as soon as his hand was raised, he stopped again. He found four symbols on the picture, square symbols, which he had seen in his dream just now.

This discovery slightly relieved his fear, and he thought to himself: "It seems that I have dreamed again, the symbols are almost the same, this should be the picture of that world." Thinking of this, he exhaled a long breath. Since it was a dream, there was nothing scary.

Then, he carefully looked at the picture. The picture was square, and at the top were the symbols he saw, which were very large.

For some reason, he felt very familiar, as if he knew these symbols, and then a strange voice came out of his mouth: "Mall!"

He was chanting the last two symbols, and he also felt very familiar with the first two, but he couldn't read them.

"What's going on?" Ming was confused. He didn't know why he made a strange pronunciation.

After being stunned for a while, Ming suddenly patted his head. This was a dream! But what does the mall mean? He could pronounce these two symbols, but he didn't understand.

Tickling his head, the moth continued to look down in confusion. The picture was divided into three parts, with a protruding circle on the left, and the left half of the circle was blank and there was nothing.

The right half circle is divided into several areas of different sizes, and there are also symbols in the area, but most of them cannot be read. For example, there are three symbols in the upper area, so he only recites the last symbol "Pan", and he cannot be read out the first two.

There are four symbols in the lower area, and he can't even pronounce it. There are three symbols in the lower area, and he also only pronounces the last "武".

The slightly larger area at the bottom has two symbols. This time he read them all, which is "power".

The circle is very simple, and I will finish it immediately. Then he continued to look to the right. The middle part of the picture is almost all symbols, divided into several lines, but he can only read a very small part.

He can't read any of the symbols on the top line.

The symbol in the following line is also "power". Behind this "power", there is also a very simple symbol "1", pronounced "one".

There are still two symbols in the next line, and I can’t read it anymore. However, after the two symbols, there is still the very simple "1".

There are three lines below, two symbols and three symbols. The moth can pronounce the last symbol "power" of each line, but the previous symbol cannot be pronounced. At the end of each line, there is the simple "1".

The dying eyes moved from the middle to the right. Here is an image. The content of the image is straight vertical lines, very neat and the interval is the same. There are two symbols on this image, and the dying slogans it easily: "One layer."

Below the image, there are three symbols that can be read as well, which is "light point".

Behind the light point is a symbol of "0", pronounced as "zero".

After watching the entire image, Ming scratched his head and muttered: "The dreams I have become more and more strange. The world in my dream just now..."

Thinking of this, his eyes had moved out of the picture, and he happened to see the flames in the fire pool beating. Suddenly, he realized a question: "This is a dream, how can I still see the environment in the cave?"

Just as his attention was changing, the picture suddenly disappeared, and everything in the cave was as usual.

The moth lowered his head, looked at the messy haystack, and then saw the wooden gun in his hand. He felt the chill coming from the wall behind him, and he became nervous again. He was obviously lying on the haystack.

He thought carefully that the past was so clear that he was frightened by the picture, retreated, grabbed the wooden gun... The circles, symbols, images on the picture...

"Mall, alchemy, technique, power, one, light dot, zero..." A series of strange pronunciations rushed out of his mouth, without even needing to recall and think about it.

"Just... it's not a dream!" The moth shivered and felt creepy. The fear brought by such things beyond cognition could not be overcome at all.

The cave was extremely quiet, with only the crackling sound of firewood burning. The moth held the wooden gun, his whole body was tight, and he leaned against the wall without moving...

This posture lasted for a long time, and nothing happened. His stiff body gradually relaxed and his fear gradually faded.

"That picture must have something to do with the world in the dream, but where did it come from? It could not have been from the dream, right?" Ming shook his head, unable to think of a reason. He recalled again. The scene that happened just now was still so clear, and the pronunciation of those symbols seemed to be imprinted in his mind.

"Forget it, it disappeared anyway... But there is no danger in that picture." Ming slowly breathed. He was scared by the unknown thing that suddenly appeared. Now that he thought about it carefully, the picture really seemed to be without any threat.

After looking at the fire pool, the moth took two pieces of firewood and threw them in, then fell on the haystack with a wooden gun in his arms, and said in his heart: "That picture will not come out again, right?"

As soon as his thoughts moved, his eyes blurred and the picture appeared again.

The moth sat up, but he was not as scared as before, but he was a little nervous.

Just like before, the square picture was quietly suspended in front of him, maintaining a certain distance without any abnormal movement.

After a while, the moth was able to confirm that there was no danger in this picture, and the nervousness gradually turned into curiosity.

"Did this picture come from the world in the dream? How did it appear in front of me? Where did it disappear just now? Why did I pronounce those symbols..." One question after another came out of the moth's heart.

However, he thought for a long time, but there was no answer. The picture was floating and motionless. He could pronounce some of those symbols, but he didn't know the meaning.

"Crack!" The sound of firewood burning came from the fire pool, attracting his attention. He had to be careful. If Mars flew out and fell on the dry firewood and hay, it would be miserable.

Just as his attention was diverted, the picture disappeared again.

"Huh? It disappeared again!" Ming immediately thought that just now, it seemed that the picture disappeared when his attention was shifting to the fire pool. But how did the picture come out?

Moth lowered his head, recalling the previous situation, and murmured: "I seem to be thinking that the picture will not come out again, right? Then the picture will..."

Before he finished speaking, the picture appeared again.

"That's true!" Mori exclaimed. Then he tried to make the picture disappear, and then let it come out.

After several consecutive times, the moth found that as long as he focused and thought about the picture, it would come out. Once his attention was changed, it would disappear. In other words, whether the picture appeared or not was entirely in his thoughts.

Once again, the picture appeared. The moth stopped trying, held her chin and looked at the picture, thinking, "What's the use of this thing?"
Chapter completed!