"Dream Message?!"
An Qingyu froze when he heard those two words.
"For the past two days, I've been having a strange dream. I dreamed that the moon in the sky turned red, and the ground was covered in flesh, blood, and corpses. My father crawled out of the sea, his eyes bloodshot. He knelt in a pool of blood, muttering crazily to himself as he worshipped that Red Moon."
Chen Gou's brows furrowed tighter and tighter. "At first, the dream ended there. I thought it was just a nightmare caused by excessive grief, and I soon forgot about it. But every day after that, I kept having the same dream. In it, his voice became clearer and clearer, and he got closer and closer to me...
"Last night, after muttering crazily for a long time, he suddenly turned to look at me. He made me kneel in the pool of blood, pressed my head down with his blood-covered hand, and forced me to slam it against the ground as I worshipped that Red Moon with him."
After saying all that, Chen Gou took another drag of his cigarette, a trace of fear surfacing in his eyes.
"I don't know why I'm having this dream, but I keep feeling... something bad is about to happen."
An Qingyu fell into thought.
Dream Message, the dead, a pool of blood, the Red Moon, worship...
It sounded like an ordinary nightmare, but at this critical moment, An Qingyu vaguely sensed something unusual.
Was it really just a dream?
An Qingyu subconsciously raised his head and looked toward the azure sky. The sun hung high in the clear heavens, radiating boundless light. On the other side, the moon was half-hidden, its outline barely visible.
The sunlight was bright, and the breeze was gentle. Just as