Dream Book

"Actually, it's nothing."

Zhang Daniu chugged down a glass of cold beer and burped loudly. He waved a bone in his hand and said, "You know, I've written a few things in the past, but is completely different. I don't know when it began, but some fragmented, mottled dreams would always appear in my mind. They were like countless shining lanterns floating, circling, and dancing in the depths of my mind. Each lantern contained a planet. Each and every one of them contained countless stories of countless people on a myriad of different types of planets.

"I didn't have to do anything at all. As long as I put my hands on the keyboard, the wonderful stories that happened on the planets in space would flow out on their own as if they were alive and beyond my control.

"Another… dream?"

Li Yao was dazed for a moment. Pondering for a moment, he asked, "Then, did anything weird happen to Brother Niu during his creation? Or was there anything wrong with his body?"