Value Depression

11:00 arrived quickly.

The living room was shrouded in mist, fragrant aromas filling the air.

Of the seven people, two women had already fallen asleep on the sofa, hugging each other. They did not want to stay up late, afraid of getting pimples and dark circles.

The others still held out against sleep.

"You can actually go to sleep. Even if you don't dream, I'll pull you into a dream," Lao Xia said. Then he pressed the jade pendant seven times in succession, one for each person.

The remaining five felt their vision blur through their drowsiness, then fell asleep.

In the instant before they drifted off, Investigator Jia and Investigator Yi were deeply alarmed.

If their opponent had been an enemy, would they not have been helpless prey? Though neither had deliberately resisted, they possessed a certain degree of Mystery Resistance. Otherwise, they would not have dared work in supernatural investigations.

After an unknown amount of time, the scene before them changed, revealing a Miken-style large farm.

Herds of cattle and sheep, cornfields, Prayers, a plaza, a colossus, and a riverbed.

It all looked ordinary.

Yet after exchanging a glance, Jia lowered his voice. "I can sense an aura far beyond that of a Master Level Otherworldly User. Too bad we couldn't bring testing equipment inside."

"Yes. We should be careful and not drag ourselves into this," Yi warned.

At that moment, a stone Puppet Man among the Prayers suddenly teleported before them.

The two investigators did not panic. It was a dream, after all. Teleportation was nothing—mountains collapsing and the earth splitting apart would be normal too.

"You're here. Hurry up and do manual labor. You worked eight hours yesterday, and you still have one month and six and a half days left," the Puppet Man said to