Summon the Big Boss

Chapter 530 Qimeng
Meng Xinghe left with [-]% satisfaction.

And those conspiracies that are about to target him will flourish from this moment on.

Under the general trend, everyone is a hunter and everyone is a prey.

It is still unknown who will have the last laugh.

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In the scorching desert, a lonely figure has been walking alone for a long time, and the imprint of time has become increasingly weak on him.

When a person forgets any unit of recording time and the way of recording time, when he will not grow old or die... in a desolate desert, does time have meaning for him?

Lin Xi couldn't remember how long he had been walking.

In the vast world, it seemed that he was really the only one.

He should be sure that he fell into a deeper dream.

From one dream... into another dream.

Lin Xi also did not expect that the 'invitation' from Meng Handao was so overbearing.

Overcoming the difference between the main body and the avatar, he directly pulled his core consciousness into such a weird dream.

Although it is a dream.

However, everything in the dream is so real.

The vastness of the world, the desolation of the world, the hot air, the light that stings the skin, the wind that blows the sand, the dryness of the lips, the exhaustion of the body and the loneliness of the soul, all are not false.

Lin Xi didn't know how long he had to go.

I don't even know what my purpose is.

He just walked like this, feeling the extreme loneliness in this vastness.

This kind of loneliness seems to be cold, even though... it grows in the scorching heat.

The wind gradually subsided.

The setting sun is like thick plasma, splashing on the hot sand and stones.

When the last nostalgia, accompanied by the trembling of the gravel, is engulfed in the endless darkness, cold and deep, it begins to dominate the whole world.

The sky is bleak.

In such a quiet night, there is no starlight, and playful brilliance shines from the dark night sky.

Inexplicably, a pile of fire was lit beside Lin Xi.

He didn't even remember when he collected the firewood.

The flame flickered desperately in the darkness, but seemed to be dragged into a pitch-black quagmire by countless black shadows.

The scorching heat of the day is fading rapidly.

The cold air penetrating from the bones is testing patience and physical strength.

Lin Xi approached the fire, and then stamped his feet vigorously.

At some point, the sand that slipped into the boots also became as cold as ice crystals. Some of the sand that had been ground into the flesh during the day was sending cold air into the blood at this moment, as if it was sealing half of his body.

"Ah...cut! Such a real dream, such a real feeling, even surpassed the fairyland of the brain of Immortal Taihao."

"Moreover, even the strength of the essence of the soul can be shielded. Here... I have really become an ordinary person."

"If it wasn't from time to time, because of the changes in the dream, some scenes would automatically jump and appear, I would have thought... I was really in a desperate situation." Lin Xi moved his body closer to the fire, trembling uncontrollably .

Solitude is forcibly given.

But ice cooling is personal experience.

As for Meng Handao... he has no clue, he can only follow the dream to experience and find it.

There have been dozens of sunrises and sunsets.

Lin Xi never found the exit of the dream, nor did he find the Meng Handao in the dream.

The loneliness is getting deeper and deeper.

The coldness of every night, the older and deeper the bone marrow.

Lin Xi even suspected that the so-called Meng Han Dao...was to make him experience this extreme loneliness and coldness.

But if it's just like this, wouldn't it be better to throw him into an ice field?
Finally, after an unknown amount of time, Lin Xi saw an oasis in the distance.

There is a small town on the oasis.

It looks so peaceful.

Lin Xi stepped into the town, and the people in the town warmly welcomed him.

He was given food and water, as well as warm blankets.

It seems that the whole dream has become warmer.

After a few days of recuperation, the accumulated loneliness and exhaustion seemed to be swept away.

The coldness of the night in the desert was gradually forgotten.

Lin Xi stayed in this oasis.

Losing his extraordinary ability does not mean that he has become a useless person.

Among the many memories collected by Lin Xi, there are still a lot of living experiences belonging to ordinary people.

The warmth and peace, the ordinary and the monotony of the small town have gradually become a new cycle of dreams.

Lin Xi didn't intend to change all of this.

He has to wait and see... to see what kind of changes will occur in this dream.

Gradually, time passed.

The people in the small town changed one crop after another.

Under Lin Xi's active management, the oasis, which was gradually shrinking, has now expanded to four or five times its original size.

The small town became a small city.

It even has the so-called rulers, and the upper class.

But it can still be regarded as simple.

The crude exploitation of those rulers can only be regarded as a kind of adjustment in the daily life of ordinary people.

Occasionally, the unfortunate sheriff and his henchmen can be seen being teased by some children, but they are completely helpless.

Then, people seemed to have discovered the secret of Lin Xi's immortality.

After a long time, such a 'cruel' truth was unearthed.

People began to try their best to find out the secret of Linxi's "immortality".

If they could live forever, no one would want to die in such an ordinary and lonely way... At least at first, everyone would think so.

The initial temptation, the subsequent coercion and temptation, and then... are rumors that originated from a certain class, but under the influence of selfishness, flooded the general public.

Lin Xi has become what people call a monster.

He was pushed to the stake, and his body was burned in the flames.

This place that he has guarded and maintained for many years is loathing and spurning him.

The fire couldn't completely burn Lin Xi to death, but people carried Lin Xi to the dining table.

Those originally simple people, like devils at this moment, picked up knives and forks one after another, wanting to share Lin Xi's flesh and blood.

Lin Xi saw a knife that fell into his hand because of the fight.

But he didn't hold it.

A huge sandstorm came so abruptly.

In an instant, the entire crazy small town, the oasis dotted in the desert, was swallowed by the sandstorm.

When Lin Xi climbed out of the sand, all the traces of the small town could no longer be found.

"If I had held the knife at that time, would I have held the Menghan knife?" Lin Xi had always had this question in his heart.

But he held back.

He wanted to see how this strange dream could change.

I want to know more, what kind of deep cold this dream will make him feel further.

Perhaps in the extreme cold, what he finally pulled out was not just a dream cold knife... Maybe it is!

(End of this chapter)