Overturned Tower

"...Ah, the sun is so dazzling."

Russell was stunned by the dazzling sunlight and lowered his head.

He no longer knew how long he had been roasted by the sun... He felt like his back could fry eggs.

But the unreal part is that Russell didn't break a sweat at all.

He even felt that Blue Song's legs were a little numb, and there was no trace of sweat on his body, and the dust was not left in his hair or clothes.

It's like they are all illusions that can only be touched for a moment...like sand, and like sand-like hot snow.

While Russell was walking forward with random thoughts, he couldn't help complaining: "How long do we have to go..."

Although the deer-headed statue told him that there is no concept of time in the dream world.

But Russell still put on the mechanical pocket watch without believing it - and it didn't move at all, so Russell just threw it on the spot.

Anyway, this is just a projection and will not cause the actual pocket watch to be lost. Otherwise, even if it couldn't turn, Russell would definitely carry it with him.

After all, that thing is very expensive.

This thing is rare in this day and age. When everyone can retrieve date, time, weather and other data from their headsets anytime and anywhere, the greatest significance of pocket watches lies in... nostalgia and cosplay.

The entertainment industry in this era is unprecedentedly developed. Various forms of entertainment works can never be finished even if people watch them 24 hours a day. Even if you look at it with a critical eye, the speed of looking at it is simply not as fast as the speed of looking out. Because of this, subsidiary industries of the entertainment industry have become very developed.

For example, "customized outfits" for characters in animation, novels, and film and television works.

But because this world does not have such backward things as "offline comic exhibitions"... After all, such high-quality handmade products are not popular at all in this era. No one wants to squeeze in with other people. "Comprehensive entertainment exhibitions" with similar positioning are all held in online virtual spaces. It can accommodate an almost unlimited number of people... because everyone can set up model collisions and "intelligent display of people flow", perhaps everyone sees "other people" completely differently.

Thirty scale sliders can be adjusted precisely depending on how "crowded" to "sparse" you want it to be.

In this world, almost all exhibitions for the public are held in this format. As long as there is an eye mask that can enter the virtual space, or a more advanced one, similar modules can even be built directly into the head prosthesis.

The mark on Bad Sun's face has a similar function.

Although it was not necessarily to enter the virtual space, he must have connected some kind of head prosthesis to leave such marks on his face.

And pretending to be others is a "high-class hobby" in this world.

Because it is so easy to replace the prosthetic body, plastic surgery has become almost risk-free... After all, even Lan Geyu can be chopped off and transformed into a little Liuli.

If a rich person wants to impersonate someone else, they can perfectly recreate the appearance, height, hairstyle, clothing and appearance. And when you get tired of it, readjust it, or switch to another set.

Russell really likes the feeling of playing other people.

It's just that he couldn't afford such expensive "supporting services" back then, so he could only buy a pocket watch and a decent-looking dress after his salary was paid. By the way, this pocket watch is even more expensive than the dress.

Fortunately, he can now directly use his spiritual power to complete this step - to complete the ultimate performance!

He wasn't very proficient at Blue Song Yuan at first, and his body was a bit "cumbersome" for him... But after trudging in this sandstorm for an unknown amount of time, he gradually got used to it.

If it weren't for the fact that there was so much dust here and he was worried that his mouth would be filled with sand when he opened his mouth, Russell would have wanted to sing loudly.

He is just too idle.

...Ah, I really want to listen to music.

Listening to books is fine, walking is so boring...

——But at this moment, Russell suddenly felt that the resistance of the wind suddenly became smaller.

The dust that swept across the sky gradually disappeared, and the whistling and friction sound of the dust also became quiet.

Russell realized something at this time and subconsciously raised his head.

He immediately saw a tall black tower reaching the sky standing in the distance.

But if the deer-headed statue had not told Russell that it was the "Tower of the End" before, Russell would not regard it as a tower at all at this moment.

From a distance, it looks like a crack. Absorbing all the light, it becomes deep and deep.

It's like looking in from the top of the canyon, and at the end it becomes a horizontal crack that looks like an abyss.

However, the strange thing is that when viewed from Russell's side, the crack seems to be vertical.

This feeling of dislocation would make Russell subconsciously want to tilt his head ninety degrees. Just like when a netizen posted a picture of lying down.

"That's the Tower of the End, newcomer."

Just as Russell tried to tilt his head, a low and cold voice suddenly sounded from beside Russell.

Russell was suddenly shocked.

When he raised his head just now, he specifically looked around - Russell was very sure that there was absolutely no one here before.

And in this endless primitive wilderness, there is no place to hide at all.

But when Russell followed the voice and looked over, his pupils suddenly tightened.

——That's a white lion.

There is no doubt that he is a patient with severe psychic disease. His face is exactly that of a lion, and he has a long white mane that is fluttering in the wind that has not completely stopped.

The white lion does not stand completely upright, but is slightly stooped. The inability to straighten one's back should also be a negative characteristic of spirituality.

But even if he didn't completely straighten his upper body, he was still more than half a head taller than Russell today - you know, the vest Russell uses now is a 1.75-meter-tall bluebird! This means that if this lion stood completely upright, it would probably be close to two meters tall.

The moment Russell looked at the lion's eyes, he felt an inner, almost instinctive fear.

His heart suddenly began to beat violently, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably...it took about two or three seconds before he slowly calmed down.

Then, a feeling of surprise appeared in Russell's heart:

...what's that feeling?

He was never afraid even when facing death... Why was he so afraid?

"Good qualities."

The lion looked deeply at Russell and made a lukewarm comment.

Although there is no representation, it gives Russell a premonition that "he is locked".

Never turn away - Russell's spiritual intuition warned him.

So Russell simply took a deep breath. With that shocking feeling of fear, I forced myself to look back at the lion.

The lion's pupils are a greenish light blue that is reminiscent of a lake.

Unlike the sense of danger in his body, his eyes looked quite calm.

"Dare you look into the eyes of a lion, little bird?"

The white lion smiled - the so-called smile means opening its mouth to reveal its ferocious teeth.

The fear Russell felt suddenly increased several times.

But at this time, he finally saw through the truth of this fear.

"……I see."

Russell made the low and magnetic voice of Bluebird: "It must be the suppression between spiritual relatives."

Because the other person's spiritual relative is a lion, and the bluebird is a small bird.

In reality, apart from their appearance and some habits, there is no difference at all between these spiritual relatives.

But in the dream world, it creates an extremely real difference.

"That's why it's called 'spiritual relatives', newcomer."

The voice of the white lion is like a lion's roar, like the sound of relaxing bass rock music. Every byte shakes Russell's heart: "Only by throwing away the outer shell and using the body of the soul can we come into contact with the truth.

"Okay, newcomer. Tell me... who is your mentor? He brought you in, but he didn't even tell you about the 'Tower'."

Russell's complex and versatile outfit was obviously well prepared.

Normally, even if someone has the adaptability of a mage and enters the dream world by accident, they will only be wearing pajamas at most, and it is absolutely impossible to wear shoes and socks... After all, they have to fall asleep first before they can reach the dream world.

And walking with bare feet in the hot sand. This in itself amounts to a form of asceticism.

But now Russell was not only wearing a windproof and waterproof jacket, but also goggles. There are even portable tools and weapons.

This was obviously prepared.

At least he can know the key to actively enter the dream world, fall asleep fully armed, and know what he will experience in the "primary wasteland".

This shows that Russell must have been guided by others.

And Russell had already compiled a sophisticated set of lies for this purpose.

But what Russell didn't expect was this.

The lion didn't listen to Russell's sophistry.

"Since I didn't tell you about the existence of the tower, I can't be called a good mentor..."

The white lion just waved his hand casually: "No... forget it, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter whether you have a mentor or not - you are ours."

——Having no doubts about Russell’s origins or whether he was a traitor, he didn’t even ask why and how Russell came in, nor did he ask for Russell’s opinion.

With a wave of his hand, Russell was almost robbed and taken into his camp.

This is not a disguise.

This lion obviously doesn't care about these things from the bottom of his heart.

This kind of behavior is almost stupid, irrational, but full of a sense of danger to do whatever you want... Russell, who acts according to reason, is inexplicably a little creepy.

Today’s recommendations for cats are – the Canadian Raccoon Killer Crab, the macho man who writes thousands of words a day like drinking water, the cyber mercenary who live broadcasts his sleep, the chef who often eats against me, and the preschool educator who has spicy crabs in his blood. , the saved manuscripts will never be used up. I wonder if it stole the cat’s coding energy. My best friend Yin Tian Shenyin’s book "Above the Sky"!