Zhou Baiyu stopped talking and gulped down a handful of sleeping pills.
He was very aware that this dose wasn't lethal, but what he needed now was not to wake up but to become incapable of waking up.
He wasn't even sure if the erratic spirit channeling in a lucid dream would work a second time. But this had already become the relatively safest way to explore the Black Lotus area.
The drug took effect quickly. After feeling groggy for a moment, he entered the dream once again.
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A long, dim corridor appeared.
The sky was overcast, as if the sunlight was blocked by the black lotus, leaving only remnants of light that made the darkness less absolute.
The corridor was like a solitary bridge.
On both sides of the bridge rolled thick black fog, impenetrable to sight.
After taking a few steps, Zhou Baiyu saw memories from when he was five years old.
That should have been the day Mr. Zhou Zeshui and Mrs. Wang Shufen took him to the Linxiang amusement park to play.