Xia Ren has been walking on this deserted land for unknown long.

The sky is always covered with dark clouds, and the colors of haze seem to never fade away.

This is a dead world.

Along the way, he saw dry rivers, broken mountains, the surface of deep rift valleys, and architectural ruins.

Only the place where God abandons, places where exile, and the end of the world are called this is suitable for naming this lonely and desolate place.

In the dark clouds above, there were occasionally huge shadows passing by. Xia Ren once lay in a place, looking at the sky without blinking, but found that the shadows were just shadows. They had no entity. When they soared, the clouds were as calm as usual and never tumbling.

Xia Ren, who originally wanted to find life, could only admit that those behemoths that he had never met were just the last remaining dreams of this world.

Perhaps they had really soared into the clouds, stirring up the wind and clouds, and enjoying the trembling eyes of the humble creatures below, but now, their proud bodies have decayed and buried with the weak creatures who look up to them.

Although the purple vines tangled between the buildings still seem powerful, in fact, their branches and leaves have already dried up and dispersed as soon as they touched. Even the thickest stems are like decaying wood, and the interior has long been hollowed out without a trace of moisture.

If this is the real world, then there must have been a civilization that was highly similar to Blue Star in the past, but unfortunately, except for those collapsed buildings, Xia Ren could no longer find traces of other life activities.

A word suddenly popped up in his mind:

Civilized fireworks.

Civilization is the bloody journey of life struggling and progressing, and it is the faith that binds countless lives together.

When the fireworks finally rise, everything will burn. After a brief glory, the noisy world returns to His dead silence, leaving only useless residue.

Whenever he thought of this, he felt that his heart was extremely empty, as if he was about to die with this world.

Fortunately, even in such a desperate place, there is actually a last bit of hope.

He often encounters a sparse sea of ​​flowers, or suddenly grows flower paths when he hits the surface.

In Xia Ren's eyes, these twisted and deformed flowers all look particularly cute at this time.

This is also the only proof that he can be sure that he is still alive.

But the flowers I saw today are slightly different.

They seem to be withering, their stems are bent on the ground, and their leaves are a little wrinkled. If they were one or two, Xia Ren would think that the real owner of these dream flowers may be the elderly who are in short order, but the dozens or hundreds of nearby plants are like this, which is obviously a bit abnormal.

He walked up to squat down and gently brushed his hands across the branches.

In the past, Xia Ren was able to enter other people's dreams through contact, but now it is not possible.

Xia Ren took back his hand and saw a thin layer of yellow powder remaining at his fingertips, which looked a bit like dust and pollen.

Of course, it is impossible for the Dream Flower to have pollen, and the dust will not show such a pure and dazzling color, so these powders must be something else, and maybe the culprit that causes these words to wither.

Suddenly, a trace of inspiration flashed through his mind.

The powder was gently twisted between the fingers, which had a smooth texture of starch.

"I think I've seen it somewhere..."

By the way, the withered residue obtained by irradiating the nerve fungus with blue gems is exactly the same as this one!

But shouldn’t the fungus in this state be killed?

How can it still reproduce and affect people's dreams?

Suddenly, he recalled the details in Zhao Mingyue's words.

The other party did not say that something transcendent could kill fungi, but that it could inhibit the growth of fungi!

Didn't the fungus be completely killed?

But the old god Vyble should not lie, and He will never allow fungi to spread to other places.

Xia Ren was thinking, and suddenly saw something like a soybean was sliding out from the hanging flowers in front of him.

He picked it up curiously, held it in his palm and looked at it, his scalp suddenly became numb.

"Isn't this thing a larva of the Demon-Crazy Worm?"

So the owner of this dream flower is an infected person of atypical phobia?

But then, he realized that the larva in his hand was dead.

The first instar larvae of the Earth Demon Worm can grow to the size of a little finger, but the larva in front of you is obviously a bit malnourished. Not only is the size of a soybean, but the body is still dry and has no moisture. The skin, which should have been milky white, is yellow due to lack of water, and is full of dry folds on the surface.

This discovery surprised Xia Ren.

"The reason why the first instar larvae of the Demon-Dragon Worm parasitizes in human dreams to absorb strength and become pupa is because there are no natural enemies here and no creatures can threaten them. So how did this larva die?"

Unless the host dies and the larvae cannot absorb any nutrients, they will die.

Wait, can't absorb any nutrients?

Xia Ren looked at the listless flower in front of him.

and yellow powder on hands.

An incredible idea appeared in my mind.

"It was these powders that snatched away the nutrients from the dream, causing the larvae to not absorb the nutrients... to starve to death?"

He was stunned for a moment, and then realized what consequences his discovery would bring, and his heart thumped.

Xia Ren couldn't wait to come to another flower that was also covered with yellow powder and was sluggish, and broke open its petals.

In the flower core, a thin larva was crawling with motionlessness and must have died.

Xia Ren's eyes widened and his breathing was a little rapid.

He checked more than a dozen flowers in succession and found that they were all similar. A severely malnutritional worm larva crawled in the flower core.

Xia Ren looked at the sparse flower bed and realized that the owners of these flowers may be patients in the atypical phobia isolation area.

So, the larvae are dead, and in a sense, they have been cured?

Is there a cure for atypical phobia?

Before Xia Ren could be happy, he saw a flower that was extremely depressed began to wither not far away, which meant that his owner had also passed away in reality.

"The nerve fungus shining with blue gems has transformed into another thing. Although it is not as powerful as the complete period, it also has the ability to kill people."

"Although yellow fungus can seize nutrients and cure plague, isn't its existence another plague?"

"Although the atypical phobia is gone, people infected with yellow fungus will still die, it's just a different way of death..."

Xia Ren frowned. While he was thinking hard, a silk thread that fell from the clouds floated silently in front of him.

"Spider silk?"

He noticed the silk thread and subconsciously stretched out his hand to try to pull it.

Unexpectedly, the moment the skin contacts the thread, it sticks tightly together.

In an instant, he was pulled into the dark clouds by spider silk and disappeared.

This land has returned to its dead silence again.

The wind was howling in my ears, and Xia Ren was pulled by spider silk, not knowing where to fly.

He came to a void space, with terrifying invisible darkness everywhere around him, shining balls of light swept across the distance from time to time, and a winged creature hid in the darkness and laughed wildly.

Fortunately, the spider silk was pulled very quickly. After a while, the spider silk was broken and he was placed on a cliff. The bottom of the cliff was the void space.

Xia Ren stretched out his head and looked at it, feeling scared.

Below was wrapped in squirming darkness, bottomless, as if there was no end.

“Where is this?”

He didn't understand what the spider silk was meant, so he turned around.

...

...

The bright sunshine shone through the window on Xia Ren's face. His face was calm, without a trace of pain, and he seemed very peaceful.

In the spacious and bright room, everything was cleaned neatly, with a faint fragrance of flowers floating in the air, the breeze blowing the curtains, quiet and beautiful.

Xia Ren was covered with a big red quilt, and was covered with gold and green silk thread embroidered with auspicious patterns of dragons and phoenixes, which was very gorgeous.

In the vase on the bedside table, there are several bouquets of elegant orchids inserted. The body of the bottle is printed with red artistic fonts.

There is also a red teapot next to it, which says "Forever Killing Together".

There is an image of a big twin child on the wall at the head of the bed, with a few big words in the center: give birth to a noble son early.

Qin Yun was sitting on the sofa in the living room reading a book, with the cover "Sow's Postpartum Care".

While she looked at it with great interest, she also muttered something:

"The postpartum care of sows must first start from prenatal care. The feeding volume should be gradually reduced four or five days before delivery. The purpose is to reduce abdominal pressure, eat less before delivery, and eat more after delivery. If you eat more before delivery, the labor process will become longer..."

On the coffee table in front of her, there are several other books, namely "Guide to Nursing for Paralyzed Patients", "Vegetative Nursing", "Key Points of Practical Operation of Rehabilitation Training", "Doing These Ten Things Good, Vegetative Growth to Zhou Shuren", etc.

All of them are books Qin Yun bought to deal with Xia Ren's coma.

As for this book "Post-partum care for sows", Qin Yun took it by mistake. She bought the book by just seeing the word "care" and threw it into the shopping cart. She didn't find it until she came back.
To be continued...