Chapter 3 Blood Sea and Nightmare

The ticking sound came.

The sound of water droplets gently echoed in his ears.

At first, it was very slow, just like Ryan's heartbeat. Gradually, it increased its speed and became faster and faster. Ryan's heartbeat also became faster and faster like the rhythm of the water droplets. Later on, the water droplets was like the heavy rain. The droplets continuously fell from the eaves to the ground like a rapid drumbeat.

Ryan felt very uncomfortable.

It was like a nightmare.

He wanted to wake up, but his body could not move. He had no way to control his body, even if he was sober.

What was going on?

Did something go wrong with his training?

He created this breathing technique that he cultivated. The foundation of the breathing technique came from the breathing technique of his family martial arts. Meanwhile, he combined it with the Indian Yuga and other cultivation techniques. In the end, his cultivation technique was unique. It was no longer pure martial arts, but was in the category of mysticism. On Earth, although he could not purely use his mind to affect matters, he could stimulate his own potential and do something that ordinary people couldn't do.

This was the reason why he was able to stand out among the many adventurers and enter the bottom of the mysterious pyramid, finally obtaining the Book of Gold.

Therefore, even though his heart was uncomfortable, Ryan's mind was still firm and he did not panic.

In his previous life, he had closed to die many times. He understood a principle. When things came to an end, he must not be flustered. In the face of danger, emotional fluctuations did not help at all.

Calm down!

He needed absolute calm!

He opened his eyes.

A blood-red sea...

What he saw was a blood-red sea. Blood fell from the sky like a rainstorm, drowning the ground and forming a vast sea. His body was floating above the Blood Sea, drifting with the flow.

The smell of blood filled his nose.

It was bone-piercingly cold!

The skin all over his body was covered in goosebumps and his heart suddenly stopped beating.

Could it be that his breathing method was incompatible with this world?

Fear!

Fear arose from his heart!

But he was still a human, so he couldn't avoid having human emotions.

Although his mind did not collapse, his body had an instinctive reaction. His whole body was tense. He could not help but tremble. He clenched his teeth but his teeth still chattered.

It's the reality?

Or an illusion?

For a moment, it was difficult to distinguish between illusions and reality.

Fear could kill people, especially the fear of the unknown.

It was not an exaggeration to say that people were scared to death, because there were examples.

Most people would bow to fear and give up resisting. They would let despair drown them. Gu Chaoyang, who came from Earth, was not an ordinary person. He would never choose to admit defeat and surrender.

There was a saying in a book that he liked.

A man could be killed, but not be defeated!

A Heart Lamp like Nirvana Lotus.

Ryan imagined a Heart Lamp. His soul was emitting a faint light. He visualized the light spreading out bit by bit, dispersing the boundless darkness. Then, it dispelled the fear that shrouded his mind.

The core of the Heart Lamp was a golden flame the size of which was as small as a soybean.

This was a phenomenon that had never appeared before.

On Earth, he had visualized the Heart Lamp countless times. He had never seen such a flame before. At that time, the light in his heart was mostly illusory and not as bright as it was now.

The golden flame flashed and disappeared.

The Blood Sea retreated like a tide from before, disappearing into the darkness.

He thought he would wake up from the nightmare.

However, the next moment, he found himself in a damp and dark alley. On both sides were walls covered in moss, towering into the clouds. Looking up, the moon was blocked by the high walls. Only a trace of yellow moonlight left.

A sound of footsteps came!

There were hurried footsteps behind him.

He wanted to look back, but his body was out of control.

It was still a nightmare!

It was still a clear dream!

The so-called clear dream was that when a person was dreaming, they still had a clear self-consciousness, the ability to think and remember, and even the feeling in the dream was the same as that of reality.

There were similarities between the clear dream and his current state, but there were also great differences.

He could not describe his current state in one word.

Just call it the clear dream!

He was afraid.

To be precise, there was another consciousness in his body.

That consciousness was extremely terrified and restless. It constantly asked for help. Other than asking for help, it had nothing to do.

Ryan could sense this consciousness, but this consciousness knew nothing about him.

Then, Ryan started running.

Running forward under the drive of that consciousness.

Behind him, the footsteps became hurried, accompanied by a violent gasp.

The consciousness cried.

Ryan could hear the cries. After being completely crushed by fear, the desperate cries showed a kind of indescribable sorrow.

Another voice sounded in his ears.

It was a sound that made one's eardrums uncomfortable. Although Ryan could not turn back, he knew that it was the sound of the blade scraping against the bluestone wall.

Was he being hunted?

At that moment, he felt like laughing.

What kind of bullshit dream is this?

However, since the transmigration and rebirth existed, it was not surprising that something strange would happen again.

His feet slipped.

He stepped on the slippery moss. His body staggered and fell heavily to the ground. He could not get up for a while. Driven by fear, he could only crawl forward.

That crying consciousness had completely collapsed and could only subconsciously crawl forward, aimlessly.

There was a puddle on the ground that had yet to dry up after the rain. The yellow moonlight fell from the top of his head to the surface of the water. He saw the reflection in the water. It was a face that flashed for a moment. It was a pale and bloodless face, and tears flew from it. This person had fluffy, curly blonde hair.

It was a young woman.

Looking again, the woman had already climbed over the puddle.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer...

Ryan's consciousness was bound to the woman's body. He was like a bystander who could only observe the world from the perspective of this woman. No matter how hard he tried, he could not control this body.

Thus, he could only watch helplessly as all this happened.

The woman's long hair was pulled up by someone, and she looked back at the faint yellow moonlight above her head.

There were clouds coming over and covering the moonlight.

There was a touch of coldness on her neck.

The woman cried, her whole body trembling uncontrollably...

Ryan felt a sense of danger. He didn't know why, but he always felt that if the cold blade cut through the woman's neck, he would also be greatly injured.

Fear seemed to be contagious, and he had a sense.

That was not a good experience.

He had to find a way to break free!