Dreamcore Breeze

In a silent, deserted, unfamiliar space—a city ninety percent identical to Rongcheng—a sound that seemed like it could only be heard in reality suddenly rang out. Anyone would have been dazed for a moment.

And the person who had just let out that howl loud enough to echo through the entire city... was now maintaining Flying Magic and slowly flying almost flush against the buildings, avoiding any possible attention while observing the road for clues.

For some reason, a powerful sense of confusion rose in Nan Xiaofeng's heart.

This place was simply too strange—its buildings were laid out exactly like Rongcheng's, yet countless details were vastly different.

Take the school entrance, for example. She had attended Rongcheng College of Arts and Sciences for five or six years, and she knew every snack stall and stationery shop outside its gates like the back of her hand. She was even familiar with the roadside mobile vendors. There was absolutely nothing there that she did not know.

(Mercury's Secret Words: This kid was forcibly promoted while elbowing Shen He. Everyone knows what that means. Please forgive me.)

Yet among the shops outside the school, whether drink shops or snack shops, at least eight out of ten felt utterly unfamiliar to Nan Xiaofeng. Only one or two older establishments were still there, but even their signs were completely different from what she knew.

The most obvious example was the stationery shop closest to the school. Its owner was an older middle-aged man, and every day after school, plenty of students gathered outside to buy stationery or toys. The shop also sold grilled sausages.

Its sign was clearly supposed to read [Haoyijia Stationery Store], so why had she seen [Old Wang Stationery Shop] written on a wooden board when she passed by just now?

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