The na written in the designated field was Gao Qian.
"Could you lift your arm, please?"
The nurse said.
"Your na is Gao Qian?" Wei Fan asked.
"Yeah, it’s written right here."
Gao Qian raised an eyebrow slightly, but her hands didn’t stop moving. She skillfully swapped out the IV bag.
She was quite pretty, so she was used to being hit on like this at the hospital.
Because of this, she didn’t think much of it.
"You have a sick younger brother nad Gao Wen, don’t you?"
Wei Fan continued to ask.
Hearing this, Gao Qian, who had been about to push her cart away, stopped in her tracks. She turned to look at Wei Fan in the bed,
and her eyes instantly turned ice-cold.
"How do you know that?"
"Don’t be nervous. I don’t an you any harm."
Seeing her reaction, Wei Fan quickly explained.
At the sa ti, he was quite surprised himself. ’To think I’d run into the Tattoo Artist, Gao Qian, here.’
’In the future, she’s one of the top Dream Masters in the world.’
’Right now, she’s clearly just an ordinary person who hasn’t co into her power yet.’
’Maybe I can get on her good side... I could even use her to get into *that* place and try to obtain *that* thing.’
At this thought, a flicker of light entered Wei Fan’s eyes. He said, "Soone else told about you, but that’s not important. What’s important is that I can help you. I can give you enough money for your brother’s kidney transplant, and even hire the best surgeon to perform the operation..."
"If what you’re saying is true... then what do I have to give in return?"
Faced with Wei Fan’s offer, Gao Qian was suddenly unsure.
’After all, for a major figure who even the hospital director personally greeted to co visit him, this man can’t be so simple character.’
However, despite her thoughts, Gao Qian didn’t completely believe Wei Fan’s words.
There’s no such thing as kindness for no reason. If there is, it’s because the other person wants sothing from you.
Wei Fan, of course, saw and understood her reaction.
’As expected of soone who will one day reach such heights.’
As the two were talking, neither of them noticed.
A blurry figure was reflected in the glass of a nearby window.
Just then, Wei Fan seed to sense sothing. He turned his head to look, but everything in his line of sight was normal.
The figure in the glass had already vanished.
...
Zhou Ze felt exceptionally pleased as he walked out of the hospital’s main entrance.
The Nightmare incident had wrapped up perfectly.
Although he hadn’t contributed much during the entire process, no one else knew that. He was certain he wouldn’t be shorted a single point of his due reward.
Moreover, he had recruited a new Dream Master for the Sword Holders, which would earn him even more points.
With these points, he would have more than enough to master a second Dream Eye.
As long as he could successfully master a second Dream Eye and achieve a balance between the two within his body, he could slow down the Erosion caused by the Dream Eye’s power.
This was tantamount to indirectly extending his own lifespan.
As a Sword Holder and the person in charge of Qishan City, Zhou Ze held an unimaginable amount of power. Won, money—it was all within his grasp.
It was no exaggeration to say that in Qishan City, he was a true "Local Emperor."
The advent of Nightmares could be considered a Curse, one that shortened a person’s life and could claim it at the slightest misstep.
But for so, it was also an opportunity.
In life, one must pay a price to gain a reward.
If Nightmares didn’t exist, soone like him...
...would probably never have the chance to touch his current life, not in this lifeti or the next.
Therefore, Zhou Ze was naturally unwilling to just die like this.
Fortunately, everything was now moving in the right direction.
Thinking this, he walked straight to a sedan, opened the door, and got in. He looked at the Young Man in the driver’s seat and spoke with a smile.
"Xiaowu, to Yuanhui Apartnts!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, the man nad Xiaowu didn’t move.
It was as if he hadn’t heard him.
Noticing this, Zhou Ze’s heart skipped a beat. A sense of foreboding instantly flooded his mind.
He reached out, about to grab the cane resting beside him.
But in that flash, countless arms reached out from the car’s side window, covering his entire body and even clamping a hand over his mouth.
The next second, his figure vanished from inside the car.
The scene was too bizarre. Unfortunately, apart from the driver who had already fainted and was unconscious, there was no one else in the car.
The surrounding light was dim. The entire space was cast in a pale, grayish-white tone, as if all color and Vitality in the world ceased to exist here.
The ground beneath his feet was a mosaic of shattered mirror fragnts, reflecting a blurry and distorted figure.
Suddenly, the mirrored surface rippled like water, and Zhou Ze’s figure erged from the ground.
At the sa ti, the hands that had been gripping him tightly all disintegrated.
Realizing this, Zhou Ze scrambled to his feet. He scanned his surroundings with a grave expression, his gaze wary as he surveyed everything around him.
Suddenly, he saw a person with a blurry face standing nearby.
It was an extrely burly and tall figure.
He was more muscular than anyone Zhou Ze had ever seen, standing there like an iron tower, casting a heavy shadow.
Just looking at him, Zhou Ze could feel an imnse, crushing pressure wash over him.
The situation made Zhou Ze swallow hard, his scalp tingling with fear.
The fear this person instilled in him was even more intense than what he felt when facing the monsters from a Nightmare.
"Who are you?"
Zhou Ze forced himself to calm down, his face darkening as he demanded an answer.
"Do you have any idea who I am? How dare you attack a Sword Holder? Do you have a death wish?"
The reason he was sure the other party was a person and not a monster from a Nightmare...
...was because the attack had been too thodical, too logical. It wasn’t sothing a monster from a Nightmare was capable of.
Therefore, there was only one possibility.
This person must be so rogue Dream Master.
The nas of his enemies flashed through his mind, but none of them seed to fit.
Hearing Zhou Ze’s words,
the burly figure ignored him. He took a single step and appeared before Zhou Ze as if he had teleported.
Before Zhou Ze could react, the figure’s hand clamped around his neck.
The suffocating feeling from the lack of oxygen quickly made him dizzy, his consciousness descending into Chaos.
Then, the hand on his neck loosened.
"Now, tell everything you know about Dream Masters!"
The figure spoke. His voice seed to carry a strange, peculiar tone that made Zhou Ze’s head feel even heavier the mont he heard it.
His eyes grew vacant, like a soulless puppet.
...
Zhou Ze’s head felt heavy, as if he were shrouded in a thick layer of fog.
As ti passed, it felt as though an invisible hand were gently tugging at him, and his consciousness gradually began to return.
His eyelids twitched with effort a few tis before slowly opening. The first thing he saw was the sowhat dim roof of the car’s interior. The soft, but not bright, light made it hard for him to tell where he was.
He subconsciously tried to move but felt a stiffness and discomfort in his neck.
Noticing this, Zhou Ze frowned slightly and reached up to rub his neck, trying to ease the discomfort.
As if rembering sothing, he looked to the side.
The yellow cane was leaning quietly beside him.
Seeing this, he reached out and took it in his hand, feeling its skin-like texture.
Zhou Ze instantly let out a long sigh of relief.
Beside him, the scenery outside the car window sped backward with a faint whooshing sound, indicating the car was in motion.
"Sir, you’re awake?"
Just then, the man’s voice ca from the driver’s seat.
"Yes. How long was I asleep?"
Zhou Ze asked.
"Not long, only five minutes. You looked very tired, so I didn’t wake you!"
the Young Man nad Xiaowu replied.
Zhou Ze frowned. He felt like he’d had a dream, but he couldn’t rember what it was about.
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