Dreams are another box of memory.

Sometimes people believe that warnings in dreams are reasonable.

The night before the eighth floor fortress opened, Tang Xian told Li Xiaoyu about his past.

He had a dream that night.

In his dream, he saw the overlap of two worlds, the baby in the arms of the stone statue, and also saw the baby saying to himself, "Don't go to the eighth floor."

Tang Xian didn't care about dreams. After all, he had dreams of eating dragon meat by himself. But Tang Feiji was still alive.

But after that night, Tang Xian still felt that the dream came from too coincidental.

It's like I have a kind of early warning ability that is almost a prophet.

If all the environments in the dream are taken from reality and have been treated abstractly, have you really been to that place?

The place that my father called the junction of the two worlds, and that humans have not yet named.

In that dream, he dreamed of many huge plants, which were nestled on the edge of human buildings, just like the periphery of Baichuan City.

In his dream, he also heard the dragon roar and the fox roar.

Now I think about it, is that fox Qing Jiuyu? Is that dragon Tang Feizhi?

If this is true, then there are quite a lot of things revealed by this dream.

At midnight, Tang Xian was still sleeping, and this time he had another strange dream.

Dreams are always mindless. It is difficult for people who dream to realize that this is a dream.

But Tang Xian could easily detect it.

He was very surprised, was this really a dream?

Looking at my hands, it was as small as a child who was still learning to walk.

The surrounding scene looks like it is in a pyramid somewhere.

But here are precision instruments that Tang Xian had never seen before, and the whole scene also carries a sacred and solemn atmosphere.

Huge futuristic machinery stands among them.

He stared at all this blankly, thinking about where it was.

This should not be any known pyramid.

There will be an exaggerated civilization fault between the levels and levels of the pyramid.

And here, even the eighth-story building developed by the Li family is completely incomparable to this place.

Mechanical living beings flashing with silver light walked by.

Perhaps because his body was too short, these silver bodies, which were more than two meters long, looked like a giant to Tang Xian.

He looked at the patterns carved on the silver body and suddenly remembered the Judge Knight.

But those judges are also called the Bronze Terracotta Warriors.

Tang Xian speculated that this was a higher version of the Judgment Knight?

Before he could think too much, he was injured by a hard throwing object.

It was like a metal ball, thrown over from a distance.

"It hit me, Siren, look at him, it's bleeding, it's so beautiful."

"Uranos, I said, don't ridicule him, let him know that he is a waste, and he will be depressed again."

There shouldn't be any pain, Tang Xian thought so.

Humans should be eliminated when they treat their own attacks. They should not feel pain or hurt themselves.

Tang Xian pressed his wounds, his hands were covered with blood.

The metal ball that hit him was stained with blood.

Turn around and look in the sound.

Those were three children who looked about the same age as the dream self, and a little girl looked at herself silently.

The other two should be two people named Siren and Uranus.

Tang Xian couldn't remember where this place was at all. He was just instinctive and felt disgusted.

He wanted to teach the two children a lesson, but when he tried to do so, he saw himself.

It was like the perspective suddenly changed.

He saw that little self, wearing white and clean clothes at that time, it was like some kind of experiment.

Then the little self stared at the three people over there fiercely - fainted again.

It looks like a three or two-year-old child, but it can shed so much blood.

At this time, Tang Xian discovered that this game probably changed from a first person to a third person.

He became an observer.

He tried to make sounds and do some attractive movements, but no one could hear them, and no one could see them.

It's like it doesn't exist.

Tang Xian was not confused about this phenomenon. It would be better if he could observe the dream better?

But after walking for a while, he realized that he could not leave the fainting child too far, and there seemed to be an invisible barrier around him.

Similar to an unopened area.

He could only wander, observe, and think near the young child.

Soon, others appeared, wearing work clothes similar to medical staff, and carrying the unconscious child away with an anxious look.

The vision also changed again as the little boy shifted.

Under the treatment of medical workers, the little boy quickly recovered.

As soon as he woke up, Tang Xian found that he had returned to the little boy's body.

Like his soul.

He looked at his hands and wanted to complain about this interesting experience.

But he couldn't speak, and the little boy didn't say Tang Xian's style words.

He did not act with Tang Xian's will.

He just sat on the hospital bed, looking at the cold mechanical instruments, and tears blew.

When a child of three or two years old cried, he would hardly have the kind of silent crying. Most of them would cry loudly, hoping to attract the attention of adults.

Because crying is probably the few ways to express one's needs.

But this little "Tang Xian" just sobbed in a low voice.

No one will come to help him.

This is the best result that can be exchanged for.

No matter how loud the crying sounds, it seems that it will only add to the trouble.

Maybe it will attract others to bully you?

Tang Xian thought quietly, was this me before he was three years old?

Is this the part I lost in my memory?

No answer.

After a while of rest, the little "Tang Xian" left the hospital bed.

Although the treatment techniques here can almost be said to be a quick healing in treating skin and flesh injuries, his head is still bandaged like a mummy.

He walked in the empty corridor, and occasionally he could hear faint laughter coming from afar, with sarcasm in his laughter.

But the child still followed the sound.

It was a small activity room.

But it seems that these children are learning.

Because there is a huge electronic writing board.

There are some very strange knowledge above. Tang Xian looked over and found that most of them were mining area knowledge.

When he entered the school district, he felt that he could easily learn a lot of mining areas.

But I don't know where this sense of familiarity comes from.

Or did you really learn it when you were very young?

Before Tang Xian could think too deeply, he was interrupted by the ridicule.

"Look, Constantine, I said that the doctor will definitely wrap him like a rice dumpling, because I have given me a special reminder that I must wrap it like a..."

Tang Xian did not listen to these sounds again.

In his eyes, these children all looked very similar and had blurry faces.

It’s probably like I’ve had these people in my memory, but I can’t remember them anymore.

Only eyes can see clearly.

There is no innocence like a two or three-year-old child, and his eyes are as cold as an adult.
To be continued...