Give Xingtie a little MC shock

The edge of the golden hour.

Sunday looked at the last floor tile under his feet with a sad face as it was assimilated into a grass block. From then on, the entire golden moment was assimilated.

"Haven't you figured out the reason yet?"

Sunday glanced with some displeasure at the dream builders who were lying on the ground studying grass blocks.

A dream builder heard Sunday's questioning and quickly stood up. He smiled and replied with a sweaty face: "Sorry, Master, I haven't found a way to fix it yet..."

Sunday frowned when he heard this: "You are the best dream builders in Pinocchio, can't you even do such a small thing?"

Hearing this, if it weren’t for Sunday’s identity, the dream builder would really want to curse. Can dream building actually be done in an instant?

To outsiders, their work seems easy, but only they know the hardship and fatigue involved!

The dream builder sighed and explained to Sunday with difficulty: "Master, this matter is far worse than you imagined. If it were an ordinary failure, we might be able to fix it within an hour, but this grassland in front of us... Compared to a dream, it is more like something real in reality!"

"Reality?" Sunday was a little confused. Aren't they in a dream? Why can what happens in a dream be related to reality?

Seeing that Sunday still didn't understand, the dream builder continued to explain: "As you know, our ability as dream builders can only modify and create dreams, and cannot affect the structure of real matter. This piece of grass is reality, it really exists."

After the Dream Builder explained this, Sunday understood a little bit and frowned, "So, the Golden Hour can't be restored to its original state?"

The dream builder nodded with a bitter face: "Well, unless we find out what caused the abnormality, it will be possible to repair it."

"I understand."

Sunday nodded, and was about to arrange some more things for these dream builders when he caught a glimpse of a purple raven standing on a wooden stake not far away, and the raven's eyes were full of human fear.

Mr. Ge Peimu?

Sunday was a little surprised, but he dismissed the dream builders in front of him and asked them to continue studying whether there were other ways to repair the golden moment, while he walked up to the raven.

"Sunday, my boy, we are in trouble."

As soon as Zhou Ri approached, Ge Peimu's voice rang in his mind. Zhou Ri stood quietly by the side and also responded in his mind.

"Trouble? Is there anything more troublesome than this golden hour incident?"

"Compared to him, this little thing in the golden hour is nothing!"

"Him? Who?"

"Xing He, the Joy Envoy!"

Sunday turned his head in surprise and glanced at the raven beside him: "Mr. Xing He? What happened?"

Ge Peimu sighed lightly and told everything that had happened between him and Xing He.

After listening to it on Sunday, he couldn't help but curse in his heart.

How dare you provoke Xing He? Although Ge Peimu wanted to drive all unstable factors out of this dream world, Xing He's background alone meant that he was not someone to be trifled with!

If they get angry and directly bring the vengeful guys from Xianzhou Luofu, then Pinocchio will probably be in trouble!

Even if they were lucky enough to defeat the immortal boat Luofu, the other immortal boats would surely come knocking on their door. By then, not to mention the dream world, Pinocchio itself would have turned into dust in the universe.

"So, what are you going to do now?"

Chapter 183: The End of an Old Dog (Part 2)

Sunday felt that his blood pressure was a little high. He had originally planned well to use the invitation letter sent by the person behind the scenes to divert everyone's attention to the legacy of the [Watchmaker], and then they would quietly drag everyone into Taiyi's dream.

Doing so would not hurt anyone and would also help fulfill his dream paradise, but now, Ge Peimu actually went to provoke Xing He!

The other party's attention must have shifted to the Oak Family! A glance from the envoy is likely to affect the implementation of the subsequent plan!

If it weren’t for the importance of Ge Peimu to the next plan, Sunday really wanted to punch him hard in the face!

Ge Peimu also sensed the hidden anger beneath Zhou Ri's cold face, and he couldn't help but speak in a lower voice.

"I am also thinking about the next action..."

Zhou Ri sighed, held his forehead, closed his eyes and asked in a cold voice: "Why don't you tell me about your next plan? Do you want to wait for Xing He to find the family?"

"of course not."

Ge Peimu gritted his teeth and said, "I plan to give up the golden moment!"

"what?"

Zhou Ri suddenly opened his eyes in surprise and looked at Ge Peimu: "You are actually going to give up the golden hour? What about those who have not left the golden hour yet?"

Ge Peimu was also somewhat helpless, but things had already developed to this point and he could no longer worry about anything else.

"There is no other way. The anomaly in the Golden Hour was caused by Xing He. If we let him enter other moments, we will lose more. Therefore, the Golden Hour must be abandoned and sunk into the original memory domain. We must not let Xing He out! Do you understand?"

Although Sunday knew that this was a critical moment, he was still hesitant. There were a large number of tourists in the Golden Hour. If the Golden Hour was sunk into the original memory area, their lives would not be guaranteed.

"Sunday!"

Ge Peimu suddenly raised his voice, awakening Zhou Ri from his hesitation: "This is a necessary sacrifice! If we don't separate the golden moment from the dream world, everything will be ruined!"

Sunday gritted his teeth, caught in a dilemma. After a moment, he sighed and nodded, and became a little depressed.

"I understand. I'll go right away."

Seeing that he had finally made a decision, Ge Peimu's eyes were filled with relief.

"Child, I knew you would figure it out. All of this is a necessary sacrifice. For the sake of our cause, we have no choice but to let those people suffer."

"Yes."

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In the Daydream Hotel in the dream, Gallaher followed his memory all the way to a VIP room. He raised his hand and knocked on it twice casually, and the sound of a robin came from the room.

"Who is it? Please come in."

Gallagher pushed the door open and looked straight at Robin, who was sitting on the sofa reading a magazine.

Robin looked up from her magazine, and when she saw it was Gallagher, a look of surprise came over her face.

"It's you, the sheriff we met on the road before. No, Xing He said you were a fictional historian. Who are you?"

Gallagher saluted gracefully, touching his chest. "Of course, as Mr. Xinghe said, I am not the sheriff of the Hound family. However, I am indeed an old dog, just a hound watching your [family] from the shadows."

Hearing what Gallagher said, Robin suddenly became nervous. She hurriedly stood up from the sofa, holding the desk lamp beside her and pointing at Gallagher, as if the desk lamp in her hand could give her some sense of security.

"So what exactly do you want to do? I warn you, if you attack me, the family will find out soon! You still have time to leave now, otherwise the consequences will be serious!"

"Don't be so nervous, Miss Robin."

Gallagher raised his left hand which had been behind his back, looked at the hand which was gradually becoming somewhat illusory and transparent, and could not help but sigh.

"I don't have much time left, Miss Robin. Your warning or the revenge of my family are not important to me. Anyway, I will disappear before you catch me. Excuse me for being rude, but because I don't have much time, I am afraid I don't have time to explain everything in detail to you, Miss Robin. When you get there, if you meet the people from the Star Train, please tell them for me that 'the rest is up to you'. Okay, Mianmian, let's do it. Please ask this distinguished lady to move over."

"Mianmian?"

Before Robin could figure out anything from what Gallaher had just said, he suddenly heard him calling out the names of other beings. He immediately became nervous. Are there any accomplices of Gallaher in this room?

Just as Robin was holding the desk lamp and looking around nervously for the accomplice called "Mianmian" mentioned by Gallagher, a deep purple crack suddenly opened on the wall behind her, and a sharp blade pierced directly into Robin's back.

Suffering such a sudden heavy blow, the robin's eyes suddenly widened, and it only had time to let out a dry cough. It turned its head stiffly and saw only a huge vertical pupil like a cat's eye.

After meeting the vertical pupil, the robin slowly closed her eyes, and the memory meme that suddenly attacked her casually threw the robin's body to the ground beside her, and it gradually turned into foam and dissipated.

After doing all this, [Mianmian] came up to Gallagher like a good dog and rubbed his left hand with his huge head.

Looking at its appearance, Gallagher helplessly raised his right hand and stroked it gently.

"Hey, I don't have much time left. I'll leave the rest of Mianmian to you. After I disappear, remember to hide and don't show your head. Those guys in the family will not let you move freely in your dreams."

[Mianmian] raised her head, as if she wanted to get closer to Galahad, but he pushed her away.

"I should go, and you should finish your own business."

[Mianmian] took a few steps back in disappointment, then disappeared into the crack.

Looking at the empty room, Gallagher looked down at his left hand which had completely disappeared.

"Sorry, old man, this old dog of mine will probably have to come down to keep you company soon. It's a pity that I can't tell you the end of the story, but don't worry, your offspring seem to be ridiculously excellent."

Gallagher suddenly burst into laughter and couldn't help but pointed at his empty left arm and teased.

"That nameless guest named Xing He even exposed my lie as soon as we met. He is such an excellent nameless guest. With them around, your dream will definitely come true."

"Before that, I'll give them a little help."

Chapter 184: Everything Has a Price (Part 3)

"Wow, these people from the Hound Family are pretty good in battle."

On the top floor of an assimilated building, Xing He stood on the edge and looked down at the Hound members who were fighting skeletons, zombies and creepers below.

As the law enforcement force during the golden hour, their combat effectiveness is obviously not comparable to those of tourists. However, they are quite capable of dealing with the slow-moving zombies.

Unfortunately, the zombies traveling with you may not necessarily be zombies. They may also be creepers, skeletons, and small zombies like the God of War in the bush.

A small zombie was running quickly through the grass. Every time the hounds tried to attack it, their batons were always blocked by the weeds growing on the grass blocks.

At first they didn't think these sparse weeds that didn't scratch their bodies had any effect, but now facing this tiny zombie that is less than one meter long, they finally realized how disgusting the weeds are.

"Damn it, I can't hit it at all!"

"Don't worry about it for now. That skeleton over there seems to be cheating. It has more arrows than it can use up! Could it be that it broke off its own ribs and used them as arrows? Ah! Shit, I was shot."

Just as these people were busy trying to kill the skeletons, a creeper sneaked up behind them, and after its body flashed rapidly a few times, there was a loud bang, and three Hound members were blown directly into the sky.

Xing He couldn't help but shake his head and sigh as he watched this scene: "Creepers really do a lot of harm to people."

Looking at the remaining few Hound members, Xing He decided to help them and directly used commands to summon a bunch of snow golems around them.

As soon as the snow golem appeared, it picked up snowballs and threw them at the nearby zombies and skeletons. Although it did not cause any damage, it was still able to repel these zombies and skeletons and attract some hatred, buying some time for the remaining hound members.

Just as Xing He was standing on the platform and watching with great enjoyment, a heavy sound of footsteps sounded behind him.

Xing He turned around and saw that the person coming was Gallagher, whose arm had disappeared, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"You want to be a one-armed hero too? How come you're missing a hand after just a short while?"

With his only remaining right hand, Gallagher held a bottle of wine, opened it with great effort, took a big gulp, then walked to Xing He and looked down with him at the struggling Hound members.

"I didn't expect you to have this kind of fun. As an unknown guest, shouldn't you help them?"

Xing He shrugged nonchalantly: "It was precisely because I knew they were not in danger that I did not go to help. But you, who even lost one hand, came all the way to find me?"

Gallagher withdrew his gaze from the Hound members, raised his hand to wipe the wine stains from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Xing He seriously.

"I don't have much time left. To make a long story short, Pinocchio's dream was built by the family using a star core. Everything happened because of Pinocchio's star core. Today's grand event star is the star core disaster."

Xing He was somewhat surprised that Gallagher actually told him everything directly. Although because of his title of fictional historian, Xing He was reluctant to believe his words from the bottom of his heart, Gallagher's eyes told him that what he said was true.

But to be on the safe side, Xing He still asked him a question for verification: "Why should I believe a fictional historian?"

Gallagher put the bottle in his hand on the ground beside him, then pointed to his disappeared left shoulder. It could be seen from his left shoulder that his body was disintegrating at an increasingly faster speed.

"Does a person who is about to disappear need to leave behind another unanswered lie?"

Gallagher's answer was sufficient, and Xing He felt that he had no reason not to believe him.

"Okay, I believe you, but what do you want to do by telling me about the star core?"

Xing He still had no idea about this: "When our Star Dome Train arrived at Pinoconi, Ji Zi and the others did not find anything wrong with Pinoconi, including the surrounding space was very stable. This contradicts what you said about the star core disaster, unless the star core has been sealed. But if the star core is sealed, then what you said is meaningless."

Gallagher glanced at Xing He approvingly: "As expected of Mikhail's junior, you are really sharp."

"Mikhail? That name sounds familiar."

Xing He thought about it carefully. The little boy Misha whom he had met in the Corridor of Thoughts before had Mikhail after his name, and now Galah called himself Mikhail's junior?

Could it be that one of the three unknown guests that Pam asked them to look for was Mikhail?

Before Xing He could raise any questions, Gallagher continued, "Before I talk about the star core, I need to give you some basic knowledge about the memory realm."

"It's not that easy to create a huge dream continent in this primitive memory area. Either [Memory] and [Mystery] Orders are used, or you can only use the power of the star core. As a nameless guest, you should know that there is a price to pay for using the star core."

"A price? Is there one?"

Xing He took out the star core from his pocket that he had not used since it was seized from the Immortal Boat: "I have several of these things on me, and I don't see any price for them."

It just so happened that Galah reminded himself that he would use this star core later. It happened that the head was the only part of the four pieces of armor that was not equipped with a star core.

He wanted to see what kind of blessing having the star core embedded in the head would bring.