Mysterious Resurrection: Beginning with the Bride's Curse

Chapter 182 I really don’t know! really do not know!

In the courtyard, Zhang Dong looked complicated, and the woman was crazy and talking to herself.

The young man in the coffin had no expression on his face.

How to distinguish this?

How to determine this?

"I'm good at making lies come true, but what should I do if it's a dream again after I wake up?"

"It's hard enough to make sure I'm not in a dream."

"Zhang Dong, who in the world can truly distinguish dreams?"

Zhang Dong shook his head, "No one can tell. If our world is really a dream, then when you wake up, you can't be sure whether you are still dreaming."

"Even I can't tell the difference."

"Dreams are something that, once started, takes a very long time."

"If you are just dreaming normally, and you live in the dream for thousands of years, you won't feel anything after you wake up, because you can't remember it clearly."

"But this is not a normal dream. You will remember everything, you will remember the time, you will remember the horror. When you wake up, you will have doubts and you will be afraid."

"Perhaps you will try what despair means."

Zhang Dong exhaled, "Most of this may be false and created based on your memory. You can't be sure when you had the dream. If you can be sure, it may be much better."

"Are you sure I'm really dreaming?" The young man looked at Zhang Dong coldly.

"Not sure, but it's most likely." Zhang Dong hesitated for a while, "I can't tell."

"I can't tell the difference either." The young man closed his eyes, "I really want to wait for death now, but I'm not convinced!"

The young man clenched his fists, and the sky suddenly turned blood red, with blood-colored clouds rolling in, threatening to rain.

"How do you know if you are dreaming..." the woman asked, looking at the two of them blankly.

The two were silent because they didn't know either.

"There is no such method, no! You can only look at yourself!" Zhang Dong's mood fluctuated violently at this moment, and he became angry for some reason.

It was clear that everything was almost over, but it turned out that this was a world where one was dreaming.

This means that his existence is meaningless!

"Yu Zhile, have you heard who Lin Qian and Yu Qian are?" the woman suddenly asked.

"I thought about it, so I became more suspicious that I was dreaming, but I was not sure."

Zhang Dong: "Who are they?"

Yu Zhile's eyes trembled, "In my memory, this world is actually a book, a very powerful book. You are the character in the book. Of course, a book will have a protagonist."

"The protagonist of this world is not me, but Yang Jian, and you are the strongest being in the Republic of China."

"Since there are books, there will be fan fiction, and Lin Qian and Yu Qian are the protagonists in the fan fiction."

"As for why they appear, I guess it may be because I have read these two books. After all, the writing is pretty good, and the world is consistent with the original works."

This is Yu Zhile's biggest secret, and only he knows it.

But also because of this, he felt even more afraid, because he was afraid that all this was just a fantasy before he died.

"Haha... you are afraid, afraid that all this is fake, that it is a dream you had while reading a book called Mystical Resurrection, or a fantasy before you die."

"I know why you can't believe this is a dream, because you are afraid that the moment you wake up from the dream, you will die!"

Zhang Dong's eyes were full of ferocity, "Book! Book..."

Zhang Dong suddenly felt like a deflated rubber ball, sitting dejectedly on his chair. The first man of the Republic of China was at a loss at this moment.

Book, this world is actually just a book. If it is just like this, it is nothing. What is most scary is that this world was imagined by someone after falling asleep, not by the ghost.

"How can I tell the difference?" Zhang Dong muttered to himself.

The young man sighed, "So, I am still alive and have not tried to die because I can't tell the difference..."

The woman in white looked at the sky, her eyes blank and lifeless. She suddenly stood up, "If you have a way... kill them all, and everything will come to an end."

The woman stood up and walked outside with stiff steps. Yu Zhile and Zhang Dong just watched without stopping her.

"What are you going to do? Are you absolutely sure that you are dreaming, or what?" Zhang Dong looked at Yu Zhile and asked calmly.

"Everyone has to try."

Yu Zhile looked at the bloody sky and said, "Use paradox to prove the truth of this world."

"I want to determine when I started dreaming."

"I want to make sure whether I have the curse of the Ghost Lake and the Ghost Bride."

"If I wake up as an ordinary person and am still involved in a supernatural incident, then I will most likely die."

"Perhaps, when I wake up from the dream, that's when I will die completely."

"But it doesn't matter, I don't care about this, I don't want to dream."

Zhang Dong nodded, "I don't have much time, but if you need anything, you can come to me."

After saying that, he stood up and disappeared.

This world is really hopeless and rotten!

Yu Zhile walked out of the coffin and looked at the world coldly. At this moment, he hated ghosts more than those disgusting living people.

He walked out of the small courtyard and walked in this shabby town.

A yellow beam has a dream, and a dream lasts for a thousand years. If you can tell the difference, you are not a human being, but a god.

But now that he is a god, he still can't tell the difference.

Is this real world really a dream?

Aren't dreams illusory?

How could it be so real?

He knew that ghosts could achieve that level, but he still didn't quite believe that a dream created by a ghost could allow him to grow without limit.

"It is a substitute for human desire. It is the main way to release repression. In the form of fantasy, you can experience the satisfaction of this coveted instinct. The fire of desire hidden in the subconscious is suppressed and cannot be satisfied due to practical reasons. , and the subconscious impulse and repression are constantly fighting, forming a pair of contradictions, and then forming a driving force.

This kind of motivation makes desire find another way or satisfaction. This is a dream. "

In a snow-white research room, Wang Xiaoming, who was pale and slightly dead, looked at the uninvited guest who had arrived and explained to him the reason for the dream.

"Normally, people cannot recognize that they are dreaming. Some people have studied the method of lucid dreaming."

"But it's not actually a dream, it's a fantasy of a world."

"No one can clearly realize that they are dreaming. This is impossible."

Wang Xiaoming pointed to his brain, "This place is very mysterious. I can say responsibly that the mystery here is much higher than that of ghosts." "Some people say that our bodies are three-dimensional, but our consciousness is nine-dimensional. Yes, there is nothing wrong with saying that, but it is too general because there is no evidence to support this statement."

"You should know about nightmares, right?" Wang Xiaoming suddenly asked a question.

"I know." Yu Zhile nodded.

The nightmare is an S-class supernatural incident, and he has this killing pattern.

"No, I'm not talking about ghosts, but normal nightmares." Wang Xiaoming shook his head.

"To understand, it seems to mean that when sleep nerves are paralyzed, the brain wakes up from sleep and has no time to reconnect with the body, causing the person to be in a half-asleep and half-awake state. Dreams and realizations are intertwined, resulting in disharmony between the body and the brain. Situation. At this time, the muscle tension of the whole body is the lowest, so it will cause the situation that one wants to get up but cannot; one wants to exert force but cannot exert force. "

"This is called a nightmare, also called a ghost on the bed." Yu Zhile replied.

"It's a very standard answer, that's the truth." Wang Xiaoming nodded, his eyes brightened slightly. He no longer wore glasses, and his appearance was much more delicate.

"That's almost the case. Nightmares are actually not bad, because they are just a nightmare. But I can tell you responsibly that when you experience a nightmare, you don't know whether you are dreaming or not."

"Nightmares can be remembered clearly, but that doesn't mean you know you're dreaming when you experience them."

"This is a self-protection mechanism of the brain, and there are solutions."

Yu Zhile waved his hand, "I'm not here to understand dreams."

"Just tell me if there is any way to be sure that you are dreaming."

Wang Xiaoming hesitated for a while and shook his head, "There is no way. Just like us now, we are awake, right, but you can't guarantee that we are dreaming now."

"Because there is no evidence."

"In dreams, we cannot recognize because we are restricted. Even if you are awake and know that you are dreaming, it is because you have seen weird things and things that do not match your cognition. But many times , you basically don’t realize there’s anything wrong with it.”

"This is just what ordinary people dream about."

"But if it's a ghost..."

"I'm sorry, you can never be sure that you are dreaming, absolutely!"

Wang Xiaoming stared at Yu Zhile, "When the dream is extremely real and conforms to your cognitive development, then this is the real world in your opinion."

"Normally, it is very simple to judge whether you are dreaming. You can know if you can feel pain. But if the dream is too real, then it is useless. Even if you die in the dream, you will not be able to feel the pain in reality. You will die too, and the cause of death will be brain death."

"Just like those in a vegetative state."

"Some people believe that the birth of a vegetative person is that their consciousness falls into an extremely real dream, unable to break away and realize that they are dreaming. Once he dies in the dream, he will also be brain dead in reality, but his body But still alive.”

"This is probably the situation. My research on dreams is not advanced. Most of my research is about ghosts."

Wang Xiaoming subconsciously pushed up his glasses, but soon remembered that he no longer wore them, so he put his hands down.

"Do you suspect that you are dreaming?" he asked.

Yu Zhile nodded without concealing anything, "It's not a suspicion, but it's already certain."

Hearing this, Wang Xiaoming narrowed his eyes slightly, "If this is the case, then you are in danger, because if you are dreaming, you cannot be sure when you started dreaming, because in the dream, Your memories are basically false.”

"The ghost that can create dreams should be the one you encountered not long after you became a ghost controller."

"This is very difficult to deal with."

"You don't seem to care whether you are a real person?" Yu Zhile asked.

"This doesn't make sense. I have studied foreign mythology and have some knowledge of Azathoth."

"Whether the world is real or fake is not important to me in the dream, because I am not the one who dreams."

"If you were the one dreaming, I would disappear when you woke up, but in fact, did I really disappear?"

"That's not necessarily the case. It's an unknown situation."

"Of course, there are also inaccuracies. Maybe this world is all a figment of your imagination. The ghost controller and the unkillable ghosts may all be created in your dreams. They are all unknown anyway."

Wang Xiaoming's indifferent attitude made Yu Zhile a little silent.

"You are looking for the wrong person."

"But let me tell you one thing. If you wake up, you must immediately determine whether the information in your mind is reasonable. After all, dreams within dreams are not impossible."

"If you are my first guess, then after you wake up, you may fall into another dream. That dream will be extremely real, even more real than this world."

"In short, don't die in a dream, never."

Wang Xiaoming looked extremely serious.

Yu Zhile was silent for a long time and nodded.

"By the way, people really can't recognize that they are dreaming when they are dreaming."

"It will be extremely difficult for you to prove it. It won't work if you rely on human skin, because if you are really dreaming, everything that thing says is wrong and false, and its existence itself is a mistake."

"You are dreaming, and everything in that dream is created by you."

"It is basically impossible for a dreamer to wake up on his own, so you can only rely on external objects."

"But if you were dreaming after being attacked by a ghost, congratulations, you won't be able to wake up because you don't know when you started dreaming."

Wang Xiaoming said a lot in one breath. Now he talks so much that his mouth is not dry, but it is still a bit wasteful.

So he paused for a while, and then continued, "I'm sure I can wake up, but are you sure that what you know is true?"

"People who fall into a dream almost never wake up."

"Yu Zhile, you may not be able to do anything else."

Yu Zhile closed his eyes. After a while, he laughed, "It's really interesting..."

"It's so interesting. I really can't determine when I dreamed it."

He stood up and said, "Are you in the hospital? Or in Huai Village?"

"Or maybe this is all just a fantasy before I die?"

"Or is it a dream after I fell asleep?"

"How do I wake up?"

"Hahaha……"

Yu Zhile suppressed his laughter, "I really don't know! I don't know!"

(End of this chapter)