At this moment.
In this dream world.
An anomaly had already unfolded.
Du Wei sat on the sofa, stuffing his mobile phone into his pocket, with a flintlock gun in one hand and a Joker card in the other.
He wore a mask.
Cloaked in shadow, he seemed almost entirely engulfed in darkness.
All around was pitch-black, and in front of him, there was only a wall riddled with cracks, on which hung a painting veiled in gauze.
The shadow of the nun had appeared on the wall just like that.
Its hands reached upward, precisely grasping the oil painting, while its upper body cast a shadow on the canvas.
Yet, there was no reference point.
Everything looked so eerie.
The nightmare was being devoured...
But it seemed to have gotten stuck at a certain point and was not yet complete...
Du Wei felt the sofa beneath him; in this nightmare, aside from the wall in front, only the sofa had not yet vanished.
So, he posed a question to the nun, "What are nightmares?"
