"Who knows?" Meng Yuan said, "It's like no one knows why the gray world appears. It feels like the basic law of nature. It's there, and what we need to do is apply and deal with it."

"But it's not easy to deal with." Li Qingshu said, "At least, the gray world can rely on the psychics to limit it. This fallen dream..."

Secretary Li Qing knew very well that there was a patient with a dreamer in their hospital about two years ago.

Many treatments were fruitless, and the rich family spent a lot of money to invite a psychic man who was known as "treating all diseases".

Li Qingshu saw with his own eyes that the psychic was full of energy from the beginning, his face was full of redness to his "overuse of energy" half a month later, and his dark circles were like he was performing multiple exercises every night.

Finally, he said that he was powerless and returned all the money and left the Waterloo that made him sad.

Later, by chance, Meng Yuan awakened the fallen dreamer.

Li Qingshu also met Meng Yuan because of this and became a good friend.

"The dream fallen should be no harm." Meng Yuan said.

"That's true." Li Qingshu pulled the topic back, "Do you want to go and see if you are a dreamer?"

"You come forward to introduce them to you." Meng Yuan said.

Li Qingshu was stunned: "Is this okay?" It was not that he was unwilling to endorse Meng Yuan, but that he now has a different identity. Will doing so attract the attention of the Demon Elimination Department?

"It doesn't matter, I'm registered now, 'curing diseases and saving people' is natural." Meng Yuan didn't care at all.

He has no hidden meaning now. When doing business, he must make his reputation. He used to let it go and "small wealth is at ease". Now, he might as well sell it a little bigger.

"As long as you are sure." Since Meng Yuan said so, Li Qingshu will definitely not persist.

It was night, at 8 o'clock in the evening, heavy rain started in the sky and thunder roared.

Meng Yuan sat on a chair and looked outside through the floor-to-ceiling window. The city washed away by heavy rain, even the lights became blurred and the sound of the doorbell came.

When Meng Yuan opened the door, he saw Li Qingshu and several people standing outside the door.

Speaking of which, Li Qingshu's identity as a devil is more effective than his doctor's identity, and is easier to gain trust from others - especially when the delivery to the hospital is ineffective.

The psychic is basically the last life-saving straw, while the Demon Elimination Department is the thick legs in the straw, and the official certified regular straw.

"Come in." Meng Yuan asked everyone to enter the door.

This time, the dreamer who was about to break his dream was a man in his thirties who looked in his condition in a bad state and probably had been in a coma for a long time.

Li Qingshu did not explain the specific situation in detail on the phone.

Let's talk about it slowly until now. This dreamer is named Zhou Shu, single, and his profession is a teacher. He usually reads and writes something in it. He is considered a literary youth - no, he is a literary middle-aged man.

It has been a month since he fell into a coma.

The daily routine of week numbers is ordinary, there is nothing special, and you are not addicted to something before you fall into a coma, which may affect your true dreams.

After understanding the basic situation of Zhoushu, Meng Yuan asked him to put him on the recliner in the "treatment room" as usual, and asked Xianza to wait for others to go out and wait.

"That, this family has no money, later..." Li Qingshu, who was one of the idle people, stopped deliberately, and after everyone else went out, he whispered to Meng Yuan.

"I know." Meng Yuan nodded.

His charges are divided into several levels, and it basically depends on the people who serve food. Those who have money will receive more, and those who have no money will receive less, which is very casual.

But even such casualness has made Meng Yuan a lot of money, after all, it can be regarded as an exclusive business.

The others left, Meng Yuan sat on the chair next to the lounge chair, reached out to grab Zhou Shu's wrist and closed his eyes.

As before, when he opened it again, he had already come to the real dream.

"Well, this true dream is a bit special." Looking around, Meng Yuan's brow frowned slightly.

This time is different from the last time. The situation before Li Junpeng fell into a coma that Meng Yuan got last time is relatively detailed. It can be inferred that Li Junpeng's true dream is mostly related to the anime he has been addicted to recently.

This time, Meng Yuan didn't know clearly about Zhou Shu's situation before he fell into the dream.

I just have some understanding of Zhou Shu.

Meng Yuan said that this real dream is a bit special because the surrounding environment is not a modern city that fallen dreamers live in and are familiar with.

Generally speaking, the true dream of a fallen dreamer is closely related to his own life.

This kind of real dream that is separated from its own living environment is relatively rare. In Meng Yuan's dream breaking career, he only met several times.

There was a faint mist in the sky, and a viscous and wet feeling came from the air.

Meng Yuan stood next to a river, and not far away was a curved small arch bridge. The surrounding buildings were in the style of Jiangnan Water Town, as if they had come to the ancient towns of Jiangnan Water Town.

There are bumpy bluestone roads under your feet.

Meng Yuan took a step forward and walked forward. He wanted to confirm where the week was.

Entering the real dream, his location will definitely not be too far from Zhoushu, the fallen dreamer.

Walking on the bluestone road, this ancient town in the Jiangnan water town seemed extremely quiet. Not to mention pedestrians, Meng Yuan didn't even hear any voices.

Only the gurgling sound of water by the river kept coming to my ears, and there were a few black-sailed boats parked in some places, but there was no one on the boat.

Meng Yuan accelerated his pace slightly, from normal pace to fast walking, and the surrounding environment gradually changed.

If there is a bit of a modern commercial ancient town where Meng Yuan appeared at the beginning, it at least reveals a clean and decent feeling.

The scenes around him now have really entered the water town decades ago or even hundreds of years ago.

The bluestone road has disappeared, replaced by potholes and muddy roads covered with water.

Most of the surrounding buildings have also become a structure that combines wood and stone, and you can see that some houses have been abandoned.

But what's interesting is that when we get here, we have a little more fireworks.

Smoke wafted from the chimneys of some low-rise houses, and some pedestrians could be seen walking by on the road.

The clothes and dresses of these pedestrians looked like they were during the warlords' numb faces. They vaguely revealed sorrow on their numb faces. They just glanced at Meng Yuan, an outsider with a different style, and hurriedly passed by.

After walking forward for a while, the people around him became more and more sparse. Meng Yuan did not move forward, but turned back. Afterwards, he chose another direction and planned to scan the "ancient town".
Chapter completed!