Chapter 520 - Chapter 520: Chapter 308: Dreamland and Surging Dark Tides_2 (1/2)
Chapter 520: Chapter 308: Dreamland and Surging Dark Tides_2
“Wife, I have to tell you.”
“I just met a wretched person from a small mountain country today.”
“At first, I thought…”
As he was saying this.
For some unknown reason.
Everything before his eyes suddenly became somewhat blurry.
Huh?
The old man rubbed his eyes.
But his vision did not improve.
The sound of his wife talking with him also became extremely fuzzy.
An inexplicable drowsiness swept over his mind like a tidal wave.
The old man yawned.
He didn’t think too much about it.
“Ah, it’s just old age catching up to me.”
“At this hour before, where could I ever get to sleep.”
He shook his head and was about to sit back on the sofa to take a short nap, just like he used to do, ignoring his wife’s voice.
But just as he turned around.
“Wait.”
His wife’s voice came again.
Her speech became clear once more.
But the tone was very blurred.
Even making it hard to tell if it’s a man or woman’s voice.
But the old man still didn’t care and continued on his way.
Until,
A gentle hand was placed on his shoulder.
“Wait.”
“What?”
The old man felt impatient.
“If you have something to say, just say it. Why wait?”
He shook his shoulder, trying to shake off his wife’s hand.
However,
His wife, who usually curled up like a quail at his light scolding.
Her strength today was surprisingly great.
That hand seemed like an iron hoop, tightly gripping his shoulder.
Even… causing some pain.
“You damn woman, are you trying to kill me?!”
Gradually regaining consciousness, the old man glared back angrily.
However,
What he saw was not a familiar face.
But a man in a suit.
The man was short, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, his face fixed in a stiff smile.
He stared at the old man.
“Old man, did you hear me talking to you?”
The man opened his mouth.
From his mouth, the old man heard his wife’s voice clearly.
“Old man, did you hear me talking to you?”
The voice became slower.
But clearer and clearer.
And the old man.
No longer had the tough attitude he had when facing his wife before.
The chill from the abyss made him shiver all over his body.
As his body continually plummeted.
Until…
“Huh”
In reality.
The old man inhales a breath of cold air.
Waking up suddenly, his face still had a lingering trace of fear.
He quickly looked around.
But he didn’t notice the weird suit man at all.
His own wife was standing in front of him, her face full of concern.
“Old man, I was talking to you.”
She said the same thing as in the dream.
“How did you fall asleep just standing there?”
Facing his wife’s concern.
Very unusually, the old man no longer felt impatient.
Instead, he grabbed his wife and vividly recounted the contents of his dream.
After telling his wife,
He hurried to the living room and called his friend who was proficient in fortune-telling.
“Old Zhou, I just had a strange dream.”
“In that dream…”
The old man was going on and on about the contents of his dream.
It seemed that this strange dream had no adverse effect on him.
Except,
This unusually strong desire to share.
At this moment.
On various forums on the Internet,
An increasing amount of the same content is being posted repeatedly.
The posts all tell of inexplicably experiencing a sudden wave of drowsiness at night, then entering a dream state, and encountering a strangely dressed suit man.
Without exception,
These posters are all from IP addresses in Kyoto.
At first,
These posts did not draw attention, and they sank quickly into obscurity shortly after being sent.
But as more and more people posted and even others from different provinces started appearing,
More and more people began noticing the same content appearing with increasing frequency.
Until an artist drew the man from the dream and posted the picture in the forum.
All at once,
Countless people began to flock to the comments section, claiming that they too had dreamt of this man.
And so,
News of the mysterious “Dream Man” quickly stirred up ripples on the Internet.
At the same time,
Kyoto.
Night.
After going through the matter with the respected elder,
The atmosphere of Kyoto at night is no longer as lively as before.
It’s now growing quieter with the gradual arrival of nighttime.
Step.
Step.
A pale-faced young girl in a down jacket, carrying her freshly bought dinner, hurriedly walks through the alley.
This is her way home.
The surroundings are full of familiar neighbors.