"What do we do now?" someone asked.
"I don't think there's any point in trying again. I'm afraid this city's situation isn't something we can resolve. Either we request reinforcements from above, or we give up on this place," Liu Bing said.
"We've tried so many times."
"We can't find any clues at all, and that woman called A Fang appears every time."
"It's obvious."
"That female ghost is a barrier."
"It's impossible to bypass her when entering the dream from any direction. She'll definitely appear in front of you, and then she'll brutally slaughter you while you're completely helpless."
"There's no point in continuing like this."
"I can't die every time, either. Dying too often affects me greatly."
"I might really die if things go wrong."
"That's true." The man in the White Coats nodded. "We've done this six times already, yet we still haven't discovered anything. That means what we've encountered here is far beyond our ability to control."
"That female ghost called A Fang should be a conceptual wall."
"So entering the dream."
"And trying to explore the core."
"Will inevitably lead to encountering her."
"It can't be avoided."
As he spoke.
He glanced at Xinzhou City in the distance.
At first glance, everything seemed normal. The city was even brightly lit. But it was precisely because of those bright lights that it seemed abnormal. The city's power supply was nowhere near sufficient to support so many light sources.
And...
If one observed carefully, one would soon discover that this seemingly normal city had a faint haziness to it.
Without taking precautions, anyone who walked into the city.
Would immediately be dragged into a dream from which they could never escape.
Unless...
They died!
"Dream Disaster!"
That was the name the Prayer Association had given this disaster.