Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 618 Calling (Part )

"Hey, little brat, are you still awake?"

In a daze, Zou Sijiu heard someone calling him.

"We're almost there, time to wake up."

Before Zou Sijiu could see clearly where he was, a strange tune rang in his ears, with the sound of gongs and drums and human voices, like an old opera that no one had listened to for a long time.

"When clothes are torn, dogs come to bite you. When you are at your wit's end, you will find a broken bridge. There are many people who look down on you, but there is little true love in the world. A short shirt is too short, and people will laugh at you. A long shirt is too long, and you will feel even more miserable."

As his vision gradually became clearer, Zou Sijiu found himself sitting in a speeding car. The road ahead was straight, and at the end was the vague outline of a city.

He turned his head and looked to his side. The dim setting sun hung on the horizon, and the fiery red sunset embraced the distant mountains.

The old man's profile was embedded in a soft afterglow, with one hand holding the steering wheel and the other hand pressing the car window, with a fire between his fingers and a faint blue smoke floating in the air.

"People grow old easily, things get in the way, and dreams don't last long."

Zhao Mengze clapped the beat to the tune and stretched out his voice, but his singing was out of tune and made people laugh.

"A piece of deep love, three parts of shallow soil, half of the setting sun"

The human voice faded away, and the mournful music of the erhu filled the carriage.

Zhao Mengze seemed quite satisfied with the part he sang. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He held the cigarette butt and took a deep puff. His eyes glanced at Zou Sijiu who was still in a daze.

"Why do you look so dazed? Are you dreaming?"

"Yeah, I'm dreaming."

Zou Sijiu turned his head and looked forward, leaned back on the chair with his head tilted back, and let out a long breath.

"In the dream, you died a miserable death."

Zhao Mengze smiled and asked, "How miserable is that?"

Zou Sijiu said slowly: "Let's put it this way, I didn't even have the chance to give you a proper ride, and you closed your eyes."

“That doesn’t sound that bad.”

Zhao Mengze said in a relaxed tone: "How many people want to leave quietly, but they don't have this blessing. Besides, how does the saying go, everyone has to die since ancient times?"

"That's what someone else said. You're just an old yin-yang charlatan. What does this have to do with you?"

Zou Sijiu couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Then what else can you do? Are you going to cry and scream because you are going to die, tugging at other people's sleeves and saying that your life has been difficult, in exchange for a few worthless tears? Or are you going to grit your teeth, hold back your hatred, and do something that is against the will of heaven, in an attempt to change your fate?

Zou Sijiu asked back, "Isn't it what Yin Yang Xu should do to defy fate and change fate?"

"God has done nothing wrong, why do you always want to disobey him?"

Zou Sijiu joked, "They say people become more afraid of death as they get older. I didn't expect you to be so open-minded about it."

"The reason you can't let go is simply because you have too many things you can't let go of. I've heard people say that there are four things in life that are the hardest to see through: life and death, right and wrong, success and failure, and honor and disgrace."

Zhao Mengze said calmly: "But for me, these things never seem to matter to me."

"Come on, old man."

Zou Sijiu snorted coldly: "You lost your life at the gambling table. Which of these four things did you avoid?"

"It's your fault for sabotaging me. Can't you leave me a dignified image? Do you know what it means to not listen to elders and suffer the consequences?" Zhao Mengze said angrily.

"Of course the image is majestic, and the words must be listened to."

Zou Sijiu laughed, "You better say something, old man. I'd love to listen."

"That's right, this is the attitude that a junior should have."

Zhao Mengze also spoke with a smile, but after saying this, he suddenly fell silent.

The evening breeze, the afterglow, the wilderness, the car driving on a long straight road, but the spreading night is chasing after the car.

"Old man, please tell me more."

For some reason, there was a hint of begging in Zou Sijiu's voice.

He stared straight ahead, not daring to look to the side at all.

"No wonder you are such a henpecked guy. You are a grown man, why are you still so shy?"

Zhao Mengze laughed heartily: "Actually, I have nothing to say. You are much better than me. When I was your age, I was still helping people build dreams to make a living. I never dared to dream that I could become a big shot in the third order one day."

"Everything I have was given to me by you. Otherwise, I would have been killed like a dog."

Zhao Mengze looked relieved, but shook his head and said, "You don't need to cheer me up. I just taught you a method. It's not worth mentioning. There's no need to keep thinking about it."

Zou Sijiu said in a heavy voice: "Just say something, old man. At least tell me something to do. Don't worry, I will definitely get it done for you."

"No, my old friends are waiting for me on the road."

Zhao Mengze changed the subject: "But Sijiu, do you think that if people want to have the power to calm the storm, they must suffer a lot?"

"It is only after you have suffered too much and endured too many hardships that you want to have power."

Zou Sijiu's expression was gloomy: "But the storm always comes too fast."

“That’s why there are front and back, old and young, father and son in this world.”

Zhao Mengze said softly: "Sijiu, don't let the wind and rain get the people you care about wet."

The long road gradually came to an end and the outline of the city became clear.

"In fact, I should have chosen a beautiful world and found a sunny day to send you off."

Zou Sijiu smiled bitterly: "But now, I have asked you to send me off again."

"I can only take you here."

The car slowly stopped. Zhao Mengze held the steering wheel with both hands, and his voice was vague and inaudible.

"That's enough."

Zou Sijiu nodded and reached out to open the car door.

"Sijiu, have you really decided to go in?"

The man paused and asked, "Why do you ask?"

"You already have the ability to leave, why do you need to take the risk again?"

Zou Sijiu was silent for a moment: "You told me that if one day I could find a dream that would make me feel completely refreshed and satisfied, I would become the third dream master. Now I have found it."

"Why do I have to dream about this kind of fighting and killing? There are many other joyful things in life."

"You just said that there are four things in life that are the hardest to see through. I've heard this before, and there's another sentence after it, saying that these four things together can actually be summed up into one word: me."

Zou Sijiu spoke each word with great force: "Xin'an is right before my eyes now. If I don't go in, I will never feel at peace for the rest of my life."

Seeing that he was determined, he could not turn back.

The old man stopped trying to persuade him and let him push the door and get out of the car.

"Goodbye then, Sijiu."

Alone in the car, Zhao Mengze let go of the steering wheel, looked at the receding figure, and laughed softly.

At the same time, Zou Sijiu seemed to sense something and turned around to look back.

Behind me, there were no cars or roads, no clouds or mountains. Only the boundless night filled the sky and the earth.

It was as if he was just talking to himself.

"Goodbye."

Zou Sijiu looked calm, waved his hand and said goodbye to his fantasy, and also cut off the fear, cowardice and escape instinct that filled his heart. At this moment, he was truly dreaming.

The road leading into the city was paved with fields of flesh and blood, and crowded with farm animals and monsters.

It was as if tangible malice filled every corner, and hungry eyes were fixed on him.

"No wonder you still have the courage to come to the table. It turns out that you have been promoted to the dream master. But Zou Sijiu, in this dream, I have everything in my hands. What can you use to defeat me?"

Countless ugly faces said the same words, and the sound waves were like a tsunami.

The murderous intent surged, the sky and the earth changed color, and a heavy rain poured down.

"I just told myself hypocritically not to let myself get wet in the wind and rain, and now you come and slap me in the face. You really don't give me any face at all."

Zou Sijiu paused, his wet hair hanging in front of his eyes.

"You can't even save your own life, but you still care about your face. It's really ridiculous. Zou Sijiu, you have already killed Zhao Mengze, and now you want to kill yourself. It's ironic that you have reached this point in the Yin-Yang order of seeking good fortune and avoiding disaster."

Contemptuous voices came from deep within the herd.

Four figures of Wuci, wearing four different colorful clothes but with the same face, appeared at the same time.

Chun Shen smiled and said, "I was wondering where your confidence came from to risk your life in a dream with me, so I invested a lot of money to take advantage of this dream. Now it seems that you are just a wretch with a rage and are brave but not wise."

Xia Shen glared: "So what if you were promoted to Dream Master? Zhao Mengze is also a Dream Master, he lost and his soul was shattered, you will suffer the same fate!"

Dong Shen shouted coldly: "Now as you wish, my four lives have entered the dream, what can you do to me?"

Qiu Shen whispered, "Zou Sijiu, a man who knows the current situation is a hero. You still have a chance to survive. I advise you not to make mistakes. Do you still want to kill the ghost in your body?"

"You talk a lot."

Zou Sijiu shook his head and laughed, he put his hands on his temples, lifted up his wet hair, and a cold chill suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"You are the dreamer of this dream. You have the right time, right place, and right people here. So what? Who told you that I want to fight you here?"

"What a joke, Zou Sijiu, do you think you still have a chance to escape?"

Before the hot-tempered Xia Shen could finish her words, the expressions on her face suddenly changed at the same time as the other three Shens.

I saw countless dark sea water pouring out from the streets and alleys, flooding the entire street in an instant, and it was rising at a very fast speed.

"Roar!"

The herd of farm animals suddenly became restless, twisting their bodies in the freezing cold sea water, and roaring in anxiety and fear.

This is not an illusion!
Wu Ci immediately concluded that it was not an illusion created by Zou Sijiu through some technical method, and that the dream rules he set had not been stolen or changed by any external force.

But these sea waters that came from nowhere are clearly submerging this dream.

Or to be more precise, it is one's own dream that is sinking into the sea.

How can this be?

"Don't you understand? Then let me tell you, this is the real Huangliang Youhai."

Zou Sijiu's cold eyes saw through Wu Ci's inner thoughts.

"The East Palace told you about Lao Zhao's true identity. You, who can mix and split life and consciousness, are not afraid of the same life as heaven and earth. So in the previous three dreams, you obviously lost two and tied one, but you still managed to wear him out until he was exhausted and his soul flew away."

"You cultivated flesh and blood organs to replace the Huangliang host, and built a new Huangliang that belongs to you. You have the dream-making ability that is no less than Yin Yang Xu. I have to admire this."

Zou Sijiu said in a cold voice: "But I tell you, what's fake can never be real. You can't afford to play with dreams, and you can't stop the Yellow Millet Sea!"

Wu Cichun stood in the seawater that had already covered her calves, and screamed: "You don't have the authority to control the Yellow Liang Sea, nor do you have the back door of the East Palace. How can you mobilize the Yellow Liang Sea?!"

"The East Palace is not the Yin-Yang Order, and the Yellow Millet is not a dead object. This is its gift to me, the new dream master, a rule I set."

Zou Sijiu's voice suddenly became softer, as if he was whispering to someone.

"Old Zhao, I have to say that you are really good at naming. 'Heaven and Earth Have Longevity' sounds really domineering. But my rule is not inferior. I'll call it..."

Zou Sijiu raised his head and smiled: "The dream is boundless!"

boom!
A terrifying wave that reached the sky and the earth surged up from behind Zou Sijiu, rushing towards him with unstoppable force.

Under the horrified gazes of the people around Wu Shi, fine cracks appeared wherever the waves reached, as if their own dreams could not bear this force, and the crisp cracking sounds like glass shattering were endless.

There is nowhere to hide and nothing to stop it.

boom!
The waves crashed down, and amidst a loud roar, the Xin'an Millet Field, which was carefully built with countless farm animals and witch temples, was completely shattered.

The dream is shattered and the vision is diverted.

When Wu Ci came to his senses, he found himself in an endless cold and dark ocean.

He looked around with the lingering fear in his eyes, but found that apart from an omnipresent feeling of rejection, he was fine, and even his own strength was not damaged at all. He was immediately relieved.

What a boundless dream, it turns out to be nothing more than this!

"Zou Sijiu, even if you can drag me into the Yellow Millet Sea, what can you do? You don't have the authority to enter here. How can you, a newly promoted Sequence Three, do you still have the ability to do it?"

"Yin Yang Alchemist, Master of Yellow Millet"

The sudden and loud imperial decree interrupted the unanimous shouting of the four people in the witch temple.

Zou Sijiu was seen standing on the sea with a solemn expression, as if he had merged into this world.

"My name is Zou Sijiu. In the name of the Three Dream Masters of Yin and Yang, I command the Deep Sea to concentrate my thoughts and call upon the gods!"

Zou Sijiu stared ahead, a smile slowly forming on the corners of his mouth.

"Dao Xu, Chen Qisheng!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a whirlpool suddenly appeared on the sea surface, and a figure in a green robe broke through the sea surface!
"Master Zou, who are you going to kill this time? Her?"

Chen Qisheng held his sword across his body with a look of contempt, as if he were a real person.

"Wu Xu, Su Ce!"

Zou Sijiu continued to read out the next name.

As soon as he finished speaking, an old man appeared out of nowhere.

The thin and gaunt figure stood with his hands behind his back, like a majestic mountain standing in the ocean.

"Excuse me, old man."

Zou Sijiu smiled and bowed to the old warrior.

"It's a small matter. How many Order Threes are there on the other side? Or are they Order Twos?"

"There is only one Nong Xu San."

Hearing this, the old man sighed with regret: "Ah, it turns out to be just a piece of trash."

"Old Li, it's your turn."

Zou Sijiu smiled slightly and said softly: "Wu Xu, Li Jun"

The warrior in helmet and armor, covered in black flames, fell from the sky.

"The last one is Yin Yang Sequence Zou Sijiu."

Zou Sijiu called out his name, took a step forward, and stood shoulder to shoulder with the three of them.

"You have four lives, I have four men. Now I'm telling you what I can do here."

Zou Sijiu looked at the pale-faced Wu Cishen in front of him and slowly uttered two words.

"Single challenge!"

(End of this chapter)