Chapter 193: Last nightmare

It was dark and silent.
Du Yan couldn't see or hear anything, and couldn't even move her fingers.
He didn't know where he was, not even how to collect information.
In this case, Du Yan didn't panic too much. Instead, after trying all the methods to obtain information, she chose to contact Xiaoyan.
"Little sister, what about the data of the dream world?"
Xiao Yan and Du Yan cooperated for such a long period of time, and the response was very fast. When the situation was found to be incorrect, data analysis had already begun.
But after a few minutes, Xiaoyan's complete feedback has arrived.
"Data is stable. We are indeed entering the next layer of dreams. This dream world is complete and stable, not a chaotic dream gap."
Du Yan frowned slightly and asked, "What's so dark now?"
Xiaoyi replied: "It's not clear, but you entered this layer of dreams through He Jin, and will appear in this place, proving that the master of the dream is not far from you."
After Du Yan listened, he didn't ask the others much. The current situation is unknown, and it would be useless to say more. It seems that only in the dream, Shao Lingheng can come to the door to learn the truth.
But in the darkness that has been deprived of sight and hearing, time has really become a bit difficult.
Du Yan could only be sure that this time he was probably not human, but he did not know what had changed.
In this environment, people's emotions are easily anxious. To prevent their emotions from being affected, Du Yan started chatting with Xiaoyi.
"Before Shao Lingheng forced to fall asleep, the sentence I said was not human, and it really hurt me badly."
As soon as this matter was brought up, Xiao Xi was guilty of confusion: "The dream on the next level was quite smooth ..."
"Oh." Du Yan sneered, "Do you think your estrus goes well or your sterilization goes well?"
Xiaoxi was silent for a while, and then said, "You have to believe in the brain-filling power of the Lord of Dreams. The difficulty before was to get close to He Jin. Now the Lord of Dreams will take the initiative to come, which is better ..."
Du Yan sneered: "I feel that being a cat can at least take the initiative in his own hands, which is much better than obscuring his eyes now."
Xiao Yan grew more guilty and said, "It's so boring now, or should I put a movie to help you get bored?"
Du Yan refused directly: "I'm not human anymore. What other movies do I watch?"
Xiao Yan said, "Du Yan, how do I think you become a little bit after entering this level of dream, eh, poisonous tongue?"
As soon as the words fell, Du Yan also responded, and he was a little bit wrong at this time.
How could his personality change so much without character setting?
Birch's bloodline talent is that in entering each dream world, he will strengthen a certain character in his personality to match the personality set by Du Yan before entering the dream.
In the previous dream, even as a cat, his character was closer to Xie Yan who was so cold and almost emotional. In this way, this dream world should have been experienced before, not a brand new dream.
Du Yan carefully recalled all the dreams she had experienced, but basically determined which dream she came from.
In an ancient dream, the wayward long princess Yuan Yan.
I don't know how long time has passed, Du Yan suddenly heard a loud noise.
The whole enclosed space seemed to be forcibly opened, and even the torches illuminated the whole room. It was too late for Du Yanshang to see what happened to those who broke in, and she found her situation at this time from the gradually brighter sight.
This is a burial chamber, exquisite murals on the wall, and a huge coffin in the center of the burial chamber all illustrate this.
With just a glance, Du Yan can identify the costumes of the characters on the mural, the style and pattern of the coffin, all from the dynasty established by Cheng Yu.
So, what's the situation? This dream actually happened after Cheng Yu's death?
That coffin was a bit unreasonable. It seemed to be a burial coffin. In addition, the size of the coffin and the style of the coffin were only used by the emperor.
Du Yan can reasonably speculate that the bones in the coffin should come from Cheng Yu and Yuan Yan.
His eyes later moved to the intruders, and it really wasn't Cheng Yu's dream world.
Although the torches are all held torches, the clothes are not ancient styles, but more similar to the period of the Republic of China.
Du Yan still couldn't move or speak out.
He was like an onlooker imprisoned on the wall, watching as they broke into the tomb, marveling at the exquisite coffin in the center.
"Boss, this coffin is very valuable at first sight, there must be a lot of good things in it."
"If I waste so much effort, I found nothing in the front. If this coffin could not reveal any valuable things, I must burn the bones of the poor emperor with a fire."
A few people responded to the move and skillfully lifted the coffin. Du Yan's brows frowned, and a strong disgust rose in her heart.
He did not want those people to touch the coffin, nor did he want to disturb the peace of the people inside.
But he can't do anything now.
Just at this critical moment, the sound of gunfire sounded, and several people who were about to start falling to the ground. Then Du Yan watched as soldiers in military uniforms poured in from the door of the tomb, subduing all the previous robbers.
After everything was calm, Du Yan heard the salute sound outside.
"warlord!"
Sure enough, during the Republic of China, Du Yan was sure of his thoughts and saw a familiar figure entering the tomb.
The dream master of each dream world is based on Shao Lingheng's face, but because of different encounters and temperaments, everyone's appearance is still very different.
Du Yan recognized at a glance that the person who walked in was Cheng Yu.
It was just Cheng Yu in front of him, dressed in neat military uniforms and black military boots.
He watched Cheng Yu step by step, then stopped in front of himself.
Cheng Yu didn't speak, so she looked at Du Yan so silently.
Du Yan still couldn't move, couldn't speak, and didn't even know what kind of image Cheng Yu saw.
Time at this moment seems to travel through a long time ago, in the snow of the original country palace. That day, Cheng Yu looked up at him the same way.
After not knowing this for a long time, the deputy who came in from the outside broke the silence.
"Overseer, what do those people do?"
Cheng Yu woke up like a dream, but he did not look away, and his expression did not change.
For the lives and deaths of those dozen people, he just said lightly: "Dare to dig the graves of my family ancestors and pull them out.
His voice was gentle and gentle, like a polite gentleman. It's just the faintness in the words, letting people know that this is a warlord with countless lives in his hands.
When the robbers on the side heard it, they all looked pale and trembled for mercy.
The soldiers showed no sympathy for them, and they took them away.
"and many more."
Cheng Yu's casual voice sounded again, and when there was a little hope on the faces of the grave robbers, he spoke again.
"Zoom out, don't dirty the tomb of my ancestor."
In the burial chamber, peace was restored again.
Cheng Yu's eyes finally moved away, and the lieutenant asked again, "Overseer, those funerals in that side?"
Cheng Yu glanced at him: "My Cheng Yu is not so poor that I have to make a fortune from the ancestor's grave, blasted the mountain, filled the pirate hole, sent some people to look at this place, and stop the robbers from coming in Anyone who knows the news has dealt with it. "
The lieutenant answered the order, and the two turned around, seemingly ready to leave.
Du Yan hadn't responded yet, Xiaoyan was anxious.
"Du Yan, think of a way. This is in the grave. Cheng Yu is going to leave, but he's really finished!"
Du Yan also knew that it was a critical moment, but he couldn't move or speak now. What could he do?
As Cheng Yu stepped out of the door of the tomb, he suddenly turned back and said, "Find an expert and take the painting away."
Du Yan froze, what? painting?
When Cheng Yu came, in order to prevent the contents of the cemetery from being damaged, he brought this expert to come and repair it in time.
Now he was whim to take away the ancient paintings, but it happened.
The scrolls in the ancient tomb cannot be moved casually, and a bad one will break into tofu residue. Fortunately, this painting is extremely well-preserved, and I do not know why it is so new that it has just been painted, and the colors have not faded.
Even so, the people under Cheng Yu didn't dare to neglect, took the painting lightly, packed it in the best sandalwood box, and planned to take it outside to frame the master.
painting?
It wasn't until he was taken down that Du Yan's perspective noticed a change that he barely accepted the fact that he had become a painting.
After the sandalwood box was covered and his eyes returned to darkness, Du Yan returned to his senses.
He said coldly: "This time is really not as good as a cat. At least the cat is alive. This time it turned out to be dead?"
Xiao Yanner said: "Don't be so pessimistic. The master of dreams can change the settings. Maybe you come out of the painting someday."
Du Yan answered Xiao Yan with a sneer, and in his opinion the situation was not very optimistic.
When I was a cat in the upper layer of dreams, I had at least the initiative in my own hands. I could try to get close to He Jin, and implied the connection between He Jin's white cat and Xie Yan through various subtleties.
And now?
Du Yan is just a painting, unable to move or speak, how he can make Cheng Yu feel that this painting can become a living thing, it is simply impossible.
However, Du Yan could only be taken out of the tomb as an ancient painting at this moment.
When I saw Cheng Yu again, he was in his study.
Du Yan still couldn't get enough information to figure out what was going on in the dream. Why did he become a painting, but Cheng Yu became a man of the Republic of China, and still has the same face and the same name.
The only thing he could do was to watch Cheng Yu walk into the study every morning, look at himself for a long time, and then start to do business.