Everyone became anxious. They had already left the sea of memories and entered a passageway. As they advanced, the surroundings of the passageway began to turn red. This was the passageway to leave the illusory world. However, the bridge beneath their feet began to narrow.
Besides, the bridge under everyone's feet started turning pitch-black. This meant that they were about to reach the end of the bridge.
The Dao Lord asked, "How far are we?"
Wei Huo said, "At least half the way. Next, our bodies will start enlarging. Then, we will pass through the blood vessels, pass through the cerebral cortex, pass through the skull, and rush out of the surface of the skin to reach reality."
"Half the way …"
The Mythical creatures were in despair. The bridge was about to reach the end, but there was still half the way. What should they do next?
A Mythical creature tried to leave the River of Time, but he could not do so. This was already the border between the illusory and the real. He, who was an illusion, could not appear in reality. Only through this bridge that connected the illusory and the real could he truly head to the real world.
Only Wei Huo could leave the river.
The Dao Lord said, "Wei Huo, leave first. There's still hope if you can leave the illusory world. We'll think of a way next!"
Yes, although they were stuck halfway, they had already left the imagination space. At the very least, they did not have to worry about the imaginary world collapsing and disappearing. They still had time to think of a solution.
However, at that moment, an electric current sounded in the minds of all the Mythical creatures.
"Zap!"
Everyone was stunned. Then, their brains received an image. This image did not come from other Mythical creatures, but from the brain of their creator, Zhang Zhiwen.
Wei Huo and the others stopped at the end of the River of Time. They saw the words' The Story Is Over 'clearly written there. In front of them was a surging sea of blood. Around them were all sorts of red blood cells, platelets, white blood cells, and a few strange-looking microorganisms floating around.
They had already left the border between the illusory and the real world. They had already arrived in the real world, but the bridge was not long enough. They could not leave completely and reach the real world.
Giving a cruel blow when they had the most hope was the most hopeless.
However, the image in everyone's mind gave them a chance of survival.
The Dao Lord asked, "What is this?"
Wei Huo thought about it and said, "This should be … Zhang Zhiwen's dream."
It was obvious that Zhang Zhiwen had fallen into a severe coma. He had even begun to dream. To be precise, this was called a trotting horse lantern.
It was said that people would look back on their lives before they died. However, some people also said that before they died, they would think of the one thing they wanted to do the most. Then, the brain would automatically create a dream, allowing the person to fulfill their last wish in the dream and finally leave without any worries.
Wei Huo and the others saw this dream. It could be said that it was the last dream of their lives. If this dream ended, Zhang Zhiwen would probably die. They would also die with Zhang Zhiwen.
Was it regret? Or was it unwillingness? Or calmness?
Many Mythical creatures did not know what emotions they were feeling at that moment. Too many emotions filled their hearts. This was not only their emotions, but also Zhang Zhiwen's emotions. At that moment, their spirits were suddenly connected and they started sharing this dream. Zhang Zhiwen's eyes were filled with fear.
In the dream, Zhang Zhiwen woke up as usual. It was already past 10 when he woke up. He washed up and turned on his computer, planning to start a new day of writing.
However, when he opened the document, he became a salted fish. He thought about it and felt that he had to eat something first. Therefore, he left home and planned to go to the breakfast shop outside the neighborhood for breakfast.
When he returned, he sat in front of the computer again. He was a salted fish again. After thinking about it, Zhang Zhiwen decided to play games.
At 12: 30 pm, he started cooking. After eating, he took a break and prepared to write. After writing 200 words, Zhang Zhiwen became a salted fish again. He planned to watch a video. It was already 5 pm when he watched it.
No, Zhang Zhiwen washed his face and decided to write properly. However, before long, it was time for dinner. He was conflicted about whether he should cook or eat outside. He was conflicted, so he decided to eat outside.
It was already 6 pm when he returned. He had to write quickly.
He worked hard until 11: 30 pm and finally finished.
Zhang Zhiwen typed the words' The story is over 'in satisfaction. He yawned and planned to go to sleep. However, when he stood up, he felt like something was missing.
"The story is over," Zhang Zhiwen murmured.
He looked at the words and thought for a long time. Then, he immediately saved it.
"That was close. I almost forgot to save it!"
Zhang Zhiwen wiped his sweat. He closed the document, clicked on the menu, and was about to click on the 'Shut Down' button.
"I seem to have forgotten something," Zhang Zhiwen murmured.
Zhang Zhiwen moved the mouse away and opened the document called 'Grand Finale'. He looked at the last five words in a daze.
"Speaking of which …" Zhang Zhiwen muttered to himself, "What kind of story am I writing?"
Zhang Zhiwen opened the first chapter. Then, accompanied by a rumbling sound, a magnificent picture slowly unfolded in front of him. He saw mountains and rivers, blue sky and white clouds.
The camera kept zooming in, and he saw a majestic Great Wall. Beyond the Great Wall, he saw an endless prairie. On the prairie, a creature called a self-exploding sheep was living leisurely.
After crossing the grassland, he saw a glacier and a towering iceberg. On top of the iceberg, a snowman was looking up at the sky. Zhang Zhiwen crashed into the iceberg, and then the iceberg completely shattered.
Then, behind the shattered iceberg was a jungle. In this jungle, a few tall Tree-Men were walking forward. There were some giant parrots on the shoulders of the Tree-Men. These parrots were imitating human speech. "Have you eaten?"
Further ahead, a swamp suddenly appeared. A few swamp beasts emerged from the water, and a panda suddenly appeared beside a stream. The panda was rolling on the grass.
Zhang Zhiwen was still moving forward, and it was as if there was a force pushing him forward. Soon, a vast ocean appeared, and on this ocean, a few Narwhals came to the surface and spat out pillars of water.
Following that, Zhang Zhiwen saw the coast. There was a three-story villa on the coast, and there was a small golden elf sitting on the steps in front of the villa. In the flowers behind the villa, there was a fat tiger chasing butterflies.
Boom!
With a loud bang, Zhang Zhiwen suddenly started to retreat again. Then, he saw a spinning blue planet — Earth.
The last scene disappeared, and Zhang Zhiwen returned to the computer. He stared at the five words and thought for a long time. In the end, he changed the five words.
"The story isn't over yet."
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