The rustling of sewing echoed in his ears. Under the dim light, he saw his grandmother sewing clothes for him.
After a tiring day, she kept rubbing her bloodshot eyes.
Tang Ling's vision was blurry.
The grandmother zombie used its only hand to support its body. It wanted to stand up.
Tang Ling let his tears fall as he continued forward.
Before his eyes, he saw his grandmother's rough hands holding his small hands in hers.
"Little Ling, are you cold? Let me rub your hands for you."
"Little Ling, be good. Don't cry. Look at this. What's this? It's jerky. I'll cook it for you. "
"Little Ling, I found a set of clothes in the trash today. It's still new. I'll change it so that Little Ming can wear new clothes. "
"Little Ling …"
"Sob …" Tang Ling started to break down. He started to cry, but he did not try to cover it up.
His grandmother excitedly looked at the food that was walking towards her. She finally stood up with a twisted expression and sprinted towards Tang Ling.
"Gran … Sob …" Tang Ling wiped his tears away. Ever since that night, he had been sad and heartbroken. He was so sad that he felt like he had been through countless years, yet he could not get rid of it.
His grandmother flew towards Tang Ling, but he did not even bat an eye. He instinctively reached out and grabbed his grandmother's neck.
"Why is that monster crying so hard?" The little girl's curious voice came from behind him.
Tang Ling did not care. His body trembled as he cried until his tears and snot rolled down his face. He could not stop it, but his fingers on his grandmother's neck kept tightening.
Argh! Argh! Argh! The grandmother zombie seemed to realize the real danger it was in. It started to wail with all its might. The ear-piercing wails spread far and wide. The zombies that gathered in the forest sped up again.
The Drifters finally realized what was going on and started to run for their lives in panic.
Tang Ling did not feel anything. All he felt was that the struggling zombie in his hand started to lose its strength and slowly stiffened up.
"Grandmother …" Tang Ling could not stop crying. His eyes were rolling with bone-chilling hatred.
Who turned his grandmother into this? If it was this era, he would not hesitate to bury this era.
The moment the crazy thought popped up in his mind, the entire forest started to tremble violently. The forest started to collapse rapidly.
The zombies that sprinted towards him were torn into pieces.
The panicked wanderers who were trying to escape turned into shadows …
A blinding white light engulfed Tang Ling as a cold voice exploded in his ears. "You've qualified. Welcome to the dream world."
**
After three days of rain, it finally stopped.
Safety Sector No. 17 welcomed a rare dusk.
The gentle wind after the rain, the warm red sunset, and the damp air with the smell of grass and soil.
It was such a beautiful moment, but Tang Ling struggled up from the bed with his grandmother's urn and his little sister's dress in his arms.
His back was drenched in cold sweat. Even though he had just woken up from his sleep, he couldn't help but gasp for breath.
A dream? Was everything just a dream?!
The voice that welcomed him into the dream world was still lingering in his mind, but his eyes were glued to the hourglass in the room.
He could not tell the exact time, but based on the amount of quicksand that gushed out, it had been at most 10 minutes.
In other words, only ten minutes had passed since Su Yao left.
However, he experienced a long and cruel dream.
"It's really just a dream, isn't it?" After calming down a little, Tang Ling wiped the sweat off his forehead and finally accepted the fact.
No matter how real the dream was, it was full of loopholes when he thought about it.
How did he manage to escape from the Safety Sector with strict security? Or how did the higher-ups of the Safety Sector lose their common sense and not dispose of the bodies in time, allowing them to turn into zombies?
"But why did this dream happen?" Tang Ling rolled up from the bed. He still could not forget the words that entered his ears when the dream shattered.
He could not believe that the dream was just a normal dream.
The moment the thought popped up in his mind, Tang Ling could not help but gasp and gasp. The movement of standing up seemed to be a little too big, causing the wounds all over his body to hurt!
Wounds? Where did the wounds come from? With doubts lingering in his mind, Tang Ling took off his clothes.
"Is this the surprise?" A while later, Tang Ling retracted his gaze. His expression did not change at all, but his left hand instinctively touched his right arm.
There was an obvious wound on his right arm. Although it was no longer bleeding, the gaping wound still looked a little ferocious.
He had never suffered such a wound in real life. At least, before Su Yao left his room, he was perfectly fine.
However, after experiencing a very realistic dream, the wound suddenly appeared on his arm.
Tang Ling had a good memory. He remembered that after he met his grandmother in the dream, he was running for his life anxiously, and a sturdy iron bramble tree had left the biggest wound on his arm.
As a matter of fact, that was not all.
This was only the most obvious wound. All the injuries he had suffered in the dream had appeared on his body after he woke up.
Even the tiniest scratch was left on his body.
Tang Ling was shocked by it, but that was all.
It was because he remembered the man who called himself Su Yao. Before he left, he said, "Be careful of your dreams."
Yes, it was Su Yao. He had hinted at it, but how could he have known that it would be such a ridiculous dream?
What did such a dream mean?
Tang Ling's heart could no longer calm down. He yearned for the answer, but he had no idea where to look for Su Yao. He was not familiar with Safety Sector No. 17 at all.
The frustration made it hard for Tang Ling to sit still. He paced back and forth in the room until he stood behind the wooden window again.
As a matter of fact, after standing there for eight hours, Tang Ling was bored by everything outside the window.
With his astonishing memory, he had memorized the scenery outside the window, so he really did not know what else was there to see.
Taking a deep breath, Tang Ling was too lazy to think about his own motives. His gaze landed on the dark, short alleyway below the window.
The path was muddy and narrow. After the heavy rain, there were big puddles on the uneven surface.
The people who lived on both sides of the alleyway were busy cleaning their houses. Buckets of dirty rainwater were poured into the big vat at the entrance.
After a few days, the rainwater would be treated as good Level 4 drinking water.
It was a lucky rain, but unfortunately, his grandmother and his sister did not have such good luck.
Tang Ling's thoughts ran wild with a tinge of sadness. It was obvious that his heart could not calm down so quickly after the encounter in the dream.
Then, his gaze landed at the end of the alleyway through the murky light.
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