"Hoo... just as I thought!"
Wu Liang suddenly sat up from the bed, instinctively touched his neck, and the slightly tingling sensation made him a lot more awake.
At this moment, there was a faint blurry blood mark on his neck, as if it had really been twisted just now.
He looked up at the candle by the bed.
The burning position was exactly the time he had just left Taohua Village in his dream to explore.
It all seemed to start all over again.
Next, he would continue to explore and then be mercilessly devoured by the Night Parade of Hundred Demons.
"Nightmare, oh Nightmare, just because time flows backward, do you take me for a fool?" Wu Liang twisted his neck and got out of bed.
Skillfully, he went to the pile of firewood and took out the torch he had lost in the forest earlier.
Then he retrieved a match from his pocket that had been put there at some unknown time and easily struck it to light the torch.
