"This...?!"

He was like something that didn't exist, not even qualifying as a thing...

Yet he distinctly felt the sensation of standing solidly on the ground.

"Wait, standing solidly?"

He tried to squat down and then discovered a path of cobblestones drowned in the mist beneath his feet.

"A cobblestone path?"

"Did I dream of the school campus path this time?"

This mist...

The campus's layers must have fallen, hadn't they?

But he wasn't very panicked... since once you know you're dreaming, courage tends to grow accordingly.

Of course, some people realize they are dreaming while dreaming, yet their logical behavior still acts as if they don't know they're dreaming.

This behavior of "I know I am dreaming but I can't dominate my own dream" still hasn't been scientifically explained.

Lin Yi didn't dwell on this too much; he began to follow the cobblestone path forward...

Gradually, he saw the lampposts in the mist.

Those lampposts were like towers of lighthouses floating in a sea of fog, strenuously maintaining their domain of illumination.

Beyond the cobblestone path, he spotted a group of moving figures.

Among these figures, he saw the leader carrying an old kerosene lamp—Security Guard—and those figures were... a group of delivery chefs!

Just as he thought about going over to take a closer look, his field of view rapidly expanded, and like a ghost, he floated after and soon caught up with the group.

In the group, he saw one chef after another, all wearing white chef hats, white chef coats, and blue aprons, also spotting badges pinned to their chests.

The chefs' brows were furrowed, and they muttered under their breath, as if reciting the chef's code, but their speech was slurred and the writing blurred, making everything unintelligible except for a few "don'ts."

He quickly spotted a chef in a green apron hidden among the chef group, who gradually fell to the back of the group, then rolled up the green apron and began unbuttoning his chef coat...

"Heh heh heh..." It chuckled sinisterly, lifting the lid of the lunchbox and glancing at the food inside.

Then, it slashed its chest with its own hand, inch-by-inch embedding it inside its chest cavity. Lin Yi watched this scene, fully aware that he was dreaming, but nonetheless uncontrollably began to feel nauseous.

He felt extremely uncomfortable, as if his very hairs were freezing into ice crystals, and throughout his body, it felt as though countless ants were crawling and biting.

Yet he still stared intently at the green-aproned chef's actions, feeling disgust but struggling to keep his eyes open, not missing any of its actions.

Blood slowly flowed from its chest, thickening gradually until it eventually transformed into tomato sauce dripping onto the ground.

The blood became more abundant, the tomato sauce even stickier, and it soon went from drop by drop to thread by thread, eventually forming a line of blood...

"Drip... Drip... Whoosh—"

The green-aproned chef's chef coat was saturated with blood red as it fumbled inside its chest cavity, blood gushing out, tomato sauce trickling all along the way.

"Found it... found it..." It laughed gleefully as a sickly madness surged across its pale face due to blood loss; it slowly withdrew its arm, digging out its own heart...

"Thump! Thump! Thump..."

The heart in its hand seemed still alive, throbbing with each beat.

But it soon stopped beating...

The green-aproned chef parted the heart, withdrew a bright, ripe tomato, and then carelessly tossed the shards of the heart to the ground.

"La-la-la... blah-blah-blah..." It trailed at the end of the group of chefs, humming a dry, bizarre tune, started to prepare tomato dishes, incorporating the tomato element into the food...

The road drenched in tomato sauce was soon swamped by the mist.

But not long after, rustling sounds came from the mist as figures emerged from the Green Forest Belt, crawling like human-like spiders or staggeringly approaching like zombies, all bowing down to lick the trail of tomato sauce...

"Rustle, rustle, rustle... Rustle, rustle, rustle..."

In the thick mist, only the rustling sounds remained.

Lin Yi forced himself to watch the green-aproned chef's series of anti-biological acts, feeling terribly uncomfortable as if his stomach was severely upset; he felt like the stomach acid had almost reached his throat multiple times, but nothing came out.

The green-aproned chef clearly not yet satisfied, prepared to start on the intestines.

Lin Yi couldn't bear to watch anymore and turned his gaze away.

Suddenly, he saw a lamppost up ahead with some figures beneath it...

One, two, three, four, five, six...

Those figures, damn familiar, appeared to be... those from yesterday?!

The moment he realized this, he floated, reducing the distance and came "face to face" with himself.

Just as he approached "yesterday's himself," irritation surged on "yesterday's self"'s face, as if he heard some kind of call.

Wei Shan immediately crouched down beside him, his gaze fixed on his position, a low growl of "Grr, grr, grr..." emerging from his throat, like a wild beast about to go berserk.

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