Every night, Qi Mo would have the same dream.
In the dream, he was sitting on a gorgeous throne, arguing fiercely with others. Suddenly, he stood up, and then was pierced through the chest by a triangular golden awl.
The dream was nothing, but one day a few months later, he found a blood spot on his left chest. The blood spots were triangular in shape and would get a little bigger every night when I woke up.
The wounds in the dream appeared in reality.
For this reason, the atheist embarks on a strange road of self-rescue, struggling to survive in scenes of dreams that are difficult to distinguish between true and false.
"You said you dreamed about what happened next?"
"Yeah."
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"So what happened after you died?"
"The murderer lowered his head..."
/
"Huh?"
"... Kissed my eyes."
Intention: Be proactive, live hard, and create a better life!
