C6

I started to get nervous again. If I couldn't wake up, would I have to keep dreaming like this? Then wouldn't I become a vegetable in the real world? I went to the door and tried to open it, but I was afraid of what might be behind it. After hesitating in front of the door for a long time, he hardened his heart and decided to just open it. Since it had already reached this stage, he had no choice but to open it.

I closed my eyes and yanked the door open.

After a long time without any movement, he slowly opened his eyes and was stunned.

It was supposed to be our little playground, and I had seen the moon and the mountains through the window when I came to turn on the light. What is it now? Outside was a large room, a corridor, and ten beds. In the far corner, there was even a huge coffin that had its mouth pushed open.

I looked back again... It was exactly the same! I began to sweat. What should I do? Yeah, there's still the window. I quickly went to the side and opened it, then jumped out without even looking. It's the first floor anyway, so I'm not afraid of falling down. He jumped out and looked up. It was still a large room, with ten beds and a coffin. The room was still lit by the moonlight, but I didn't know where it came from.

Even though I was afraid, I calmed down and began to wonder why I was trapped in a dream. Did I do something? The dream could not continue, so why was it stopped here? Looking at the coffin, all I had moved was it, and whether it was because I had pushed it away or not, this was what was happening. If I closed it again, everything would probably return to normal, but I really didn't want to get any closer to the coffin, and who knew what would pop out of it again.

He sat on the edge of the bed and thought for a long time. There was no other way, he could only go over and push the lid back down to take a look. I went around the corner of the room to the other side, as far as I could from the black crack. After two breaths, I pushed the lid back.

"Crack!" After a loud sound, the coffin had once again become tightly sewn together.

There was a sudden light outside the window, growing brighter and brighter, so bright that I couldn't open my eyes.

When I could get used to the light, I opened my eyes and saw that it was already morning. I was still in bed, and my colleagues were starting to get up. Thank God, I finally made it out!

As he was about to sit up with his hands on the bed, he suddenly felt pain in his left wrist. Could it be … Did the person in the coffin capture it? Was this a dream?

The next day, we began to expand the training, the first is what set up the team relationship. It was just an empty space, built with shelves made out of wooden planks. If there was any trust between the projects and the back fall, the Life and Death Network, and so on, it would sound like a game to them.

It's not that I don't fit in, I don't have a sense of teamwork, it's just that you have to instill some ideas into it in advance, so that you can do it twice as well as you can, and achieve the desired results. Like this kind of direct action, like a child playing a game. Once done, they would forget about it. It was meaningless.

After lunch, I took advantage of the instructor's lack of attention to run away. It would be better to play around by myself than to mess around.

Arriving at the river at the village entrance, I saw a man sitting on a big rock far away, fishing. His back was to me and he was wearing a bamboo hat to protect his face from the sun, so it was hard to tell his actual age. Since I had nothing better to do, I decided to take a look at his gains.

When I sat down beside him, I saw that the man was only in his thirties. Although he was sitting, it was obvious that he was very tall and strong, and his eyes were bright as he stared at the floating water.

The fishermen were most afraid of being disturbed. I didn't say anything as I sat next to him, watching the small bridges and flowing water, surrounded by mountains, enjoying my rare leisure time.

"Martial Uncle, I have been waiting for you for two days." I was about to lie down on the flagstones to take a nap when the man spoke.

I looked around... No one came.

"Martial Uncle, there's no need to look. I'm just calling you," the middle-aged man turned his face towards me and said.

"Me? Your Martial Uncle? " I asked, pointing to my nose. A man in his thirties calling a young man in his early twenties Martial Uncle could do nothing more funny than this. Furthermore, I haven't even taken anyone as my master, so where did my master come from?

"Yes, Grandpa told me to wait for you here the day before yesterday."

"You … Your grandfather? " I am getting more and more confused.

"Let's go see grandpa." As the middle-aged man spoke, he stood up and put away his fishing gear. Just as he was about to leave, it seemed that he had come to wait for me. Fishing was just a convenience.

"Wait!" "Do you know who I am?" Just call me Martial Uncle. Besides, I don't know who you are. I don't even know your grandfather. "

"Hehe, I don't know who you are. But grandpa's words must be true. Come with me, don't you understand when you see grandpa? " When the middle-aged man saw that I wouldn't follow him, he turned around and tried to pull me back.

I quickly moved to the side, trying to avoid his hand. Who knew that he seemed to have practiced kung fu. Seeing that I had dodged his attack, he suddenly flipped his hand and grabbed onto my right shoulder before I could regain my balance. I tried to struggle free, but this man, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall and had a body of over 200 pounds of meat pressing down on me, couldn't budge.

"Hey!" If you don't let go now, I'll call for help! Did you know that's what kidnapping is called? " I had no choice but to threaten him with words. The middle-aged man smiled and decided to not take the fishing rod anymore. He picked me up and headed towards the other side of the river.

"Hey!" "Hey!" I didn't know his name, so I just called out to him, "Stop pulling me, I'll go with you, okay? My shoes are already wet, you can't even drag me across the river like this! "

I was going to yell, but then I realized that I was a man after all. It would be embarrassing to call me a kidnapping like that, or a robbery. Besides, he couldn't do anything excessive in the middle of the day.

But the middle-aged man acted as if he didn't hear me and just carried me across the river. I felt like a chicken waiting to be slaughtered. He was pushed up the mountain by the middle-aged man in an awkward manner. When he reached a small house on the hillside, he stopped. Looking back, I saw the village on the other side of the river, halfway up the hill. My colleagues had just finished their meal and were chatting in groups in the open space of the village playground.

I wasn't that worried when I saw someone there. After all, there was absolutely no problem shouting for them to hear a single word of his. Let's see what kind of medicine this burly fellow was up to.