Chapter 193. Painting?
Arc 7 : Last Nightmare
There was total darkness and silence before his eyes.
Du Yan couldn’t see or hear anything and couldn’t even move a finger.
He had no idea where he was or even how to gather information.
In this situation, Du Yan did not panic too much. After trying all possible ways to obtain information, he chose to contact Xiao Ba.
“Xiao Ba, how is the data of the dream world?”
Xiao Ba has been working with Du Yan for such a long time, so he reacted very quickly and started data analysis when he found something was wrong.
But a few minutes later, Xiao Ba’s complete feedback came.
“The data is stable. We have indeed entered the next level of dreams. This dream world is complete and stable, not a chaotic dream gap.”
Du Yan frowned slightly and asked: “What’s the situation with this pitch-black darkness right now?”
Xiao Ba replied: “I’m not sure about that, but you entered this dream through He Jin, and you appeared here, which proves that the location of the Lord of the Dream is not far from you.”
After listening to this, Du Yan did not ask any more questions. The current situation was unclear, and it was useless to say more. It seemed that he could only wait for Shao Lingheng in this dream to come to him himself to find out the truth.
But in this pitch-black darkness where his sight and hearing were taken away, time really became difficult to endure.
Du Yan could only be sure that he was probably not a human this time, but he didn’t know what he had become.
In this environment, people can easily become anxious. In order to prevent his own emotions from being affected, Du Yan started chatting with Xiao Ba.
“Before Shao Lingheng was forced to fall asleep, my words that I am not a human being really screwed me over badly.”
When he mentioned this, Xiao Ba felt a little guilty: “The previous dream was quite smooth…”
“Heh.” Du Yan sneered: “Do you think the estrus went smoothly or the sterilization?”
Xiao Ba was silent for a moment and then said: “You have to believe in the imagination 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 over, which is better…”
Du Yan sneered: “I think that turning into a cat at least allows me to take the initiative, which is much better than being completely in the dark now.”
The more Xiao Ba listened, the more guilty he felt. He interrupted and said: “You’re so bored now, how about I play a movie to cheer you up?”
Du Yan refused directly: “I am not a human anymore. Why should I watch a movie?”
Xiao Ba said: “Du Yan, why do I feel that you have become a little, um, sharp-tongued after entering this dream?”
As soon as he finished speaking, Du Yan also realized that something was fishy with him.
How could his personality change so much without any character setting?
Birch’s bloodline talent is that in every dream world he enters, a certain trait in his personality will be strengthened to match the personality set by Du Yan before entering the dream.
In the previous dream, even as a cat, his personality was closer to Xie Yan, who was cold and almost emotionless. In this case, this dream world should have been experienced before, rather than a brand new dream.
Du Yan carefully recalled the several dreams he had experienced and basically determined which dream his current personality came from.
In an ancient dream, there is the shrewd and willful Princess Yuan Yan.
After an unknown amount of time, Du Yan suddenly heard a loud bang.
The entire enclosed space seemed to be forcibly opened, and then torches illuminated the entire room. Du Yan didn’t have time to see what those people who broke in were like, and he realized his current situation from the gradually brightening vision.
This is a tomb chamber. The exquisite murals on the walls and the huge coffin in the center of the tomb chamber all explain it all.
With just one glance, Du Yan could tell that the costumes of the characters on the mural, the style and patterns of the coffins, were all from the dynasty established by Cheng Yu.
So, what is this situation? This dream unexpectedly is Cheng Yu’s posthumous matter?
The coffin was unreasonably large, and it looked like a joint burial coffin. In addition, the size of the burial chamber and the style of the coffin were only used by the emperor.
Du Yan could reasonably infer that the bones in the coffin should be from Cheng Yu and Yuan Yan.
His gaze then shifted to the people who had intruded. Sure enough, this was no longer the dream world where Emperor Cheng Yu existed.
Although the visitors were all holding torches, their clothes were not of ancient styles, but more similar to those of the Republic of China period.
Du Yan still couldn’t move or make a sound.
He was like a bystander imprisoned on the wall, watching those people break into the tomb and marvel at the exquisite coffin in the center.
“Boss, this coffin is obviously very valuable, there must be a lot of good things inside.”
“It’s a waste of my strength. I got nothing here. If I can’t find anything valuable in this coffin, I’m going to burn the corpse of this poor emperor.”
Several people responded and tried to open the coffin with skillful movements. Du Yan frowned and felt a strong sense of disgust in his heart.
He didn’t want those people to touch the coffin, nor did he want anyone to disturb the peace of the people inside.
But he can’t do anything now.
At this critical moment, gunshots rang out, and several people who were about to take action fell to the ground. Then Du Yan watched as soldiers in military uniforms rushed in from the tomb door and subdued all the tomb robbers.
After everything returned to calm, Du Yan heard the sound of greeting outside.
“Governor.”
It was indeed the Republic of China era. Du Yan was just about to confirm his thoughts when he saw a familiar figure entering the tomb.
The master of each dream world is based on Shao Lingheng’s face, but due to different circumstances and temperaments, each person’s appearance is still very different.
Du Yan recognized at a glance that the person who walked in was Cheng Yu.
But Cheng Yu in front of him, wearing a neat military uniform and black military boots, looked extraordinary and heroic.
He watched Cheng Yu walk towards him step by step and then stopped in front of him.
Cheng Yu didn’t say anything, just looked at Du Yan in silence.
Du Yan still couldn’t move or speak, and he didn’t even know what image Cheng Yu saw of him.
At this moment, it seemed as if he had traveled back to a long time ago, in the snow of the palace of Yuan Kingdom. On the day they first met, Cheng Yu also looked up at him like this.
After an unknown amount of time had passed, the adjutant who came in from outside broke the silence in the room.
“Governor, how do we deal with those people?”
Cheng Yu just woke up from a daze, but he did not look away, and his expression did not change at all.
As for the lives of the dozen people, he simply said lightly: “If you dare to dig up the graves of my ancestors, be ready to be dragged out and shot.”
His voice was gentle, and he spoke slowly and calmly, like a polite gentleman. But the indifference in his words made people know that he was a military leader who held countless lives in his hands.
When the grave robbers nearby heard this, their faces turned pale, and they begged for mercy tremblingly.
The soldiers showed no sympathy towards them and took them away.
“Wait.”
Cheng Yu’s nonchalant voice rang out again, and just when the tomb robbers showed a little hope on their faces, he spoke again.
“Pull them out, don’t dirty the tomb of my ancestors.”
Peace returned to the tomb chamber.
Cheng Yu’s gaze finally shifted away, and the adjutant asked again: “Governor, what about those things buried with the dead in the side hall?”
Cheng Yu glanced at him and said: “I, Cheng Yu, am not so poor as to dig up my ancestors’ graves to make a fortune. Blow up the mountain, fill up the tomb-robber holes, send some people to keep an eye on this area, don’t let tomb robbers in again, and deal with all those who know the news.”
The adjutant saluted and accepted the order, and then the two turned around, seemingly preparing to leave.
Du Yan hadn’t responded yet, and Xiao Ba got anxious.
“Du Yan, think of a solution. This is in a tomb. If Cheng Yu leaves, it’s really over. “
Du Yan also knew that this was a critical moment, but he couldn’t move or speak now, so what could he do?
Just as Cheng Yu stepped out of the tomb door, he suddenly turned around and said: “Find an expert to take the painting away.”
Du Yan was stunned. What? Painting?
When Cheng Yu came, in order to prevent the items in the tomb from being damaged, he brought experts in this field with him to facilitate timely repairs.
Now, he suddenly had the urge to take the ancient painting away, which was a coincidence.
The scrolls in the ancient tombs can not be moved casually. Otherwise, they will be broken into pieces. Fortunately, this painting is well preserved. He doesn’t know why it looks as new as if it was just painted, and even the colors have not faded at all.
Even so, Cheng Yu’s men did not dare to neglect it. They took down the painting carefully, put it in the best sandalwood box, and prepared to take it outside to have the master frame it.
Painting?
It was not until it was taken off that Du Yan noticed a change in his perspective, and he reluctantly accepted the fact that he had turned into a painting.
After the sandalwood box was covered and darkness returned to his vision, Du Yan came back to his senses.
“This time, it is really worse than a cat. At least a cat is alive, but this time, it has become a dead thing? ”
Xiao Ba said hesitantly: “Don’t be so pessimistic. The Lord of Dreams can change the settings. Maybe one day you will come out of the painting.”
Du Yan responded to Xiao Ba with a cold laugh. In his opinion, the situation was not very optimistic.
When he was a cat in the previous dream, at least he still had the initiative in his hands. He could try to get close to He Jin and hint at the connection between He Jin, the white cat, and Xie Yan through various subtle means.
But now?
Du Yan is just a painting, unable to move or speak. How can he make Cheng Yu feel that this painting can become a living thing? It is simply impossible.
No matter what, Du Yan could only be taken out of the tomb as an ancient painting.
The next time he saw Cheng Yu was in his office.
Du Yan still didn’t get enough information to figure out what was going on in this dream. Why did he turn into a painting while Cheng Yu turned into a person from the Republic of China and still had the same face and the same name?
All he could do was watch Cheng Yu walk into the office every morning, stare at him for a long time, and then start to handle official business.
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