"It's normal not to be able to sleep when you have something on your mind and haven't been active today." Song Zhou patted him, resting his chin on Lu Ao's head. "Want me to take you somewhere if you can't sleep?"
Lu Ao looked confused. "Where?"
"Let's visit someone else's dream." Song Zhou's slender fingers gently covered his eyes, blocking out all light. He whispered into his ear, "Sleep. Once you're asleep, we'll take a stroll through someone else's dream."
Lu Ao had never heard that it was possible to enter someone else's dream. He was puzzled, but before he could ask, Song Zhou had already grabbed his wrist. His head spun, and when he opened his eyes again, he was no longer in the real world.
He clearly knew that he was inside a dream. The sensation was strange. He turned to inspect his surroundings, only to find everything pitch-black.
"Whose dream is this?"
"The dream of a prisoner serving a sentence," Song Zhou said. "I wonder if these dreams will scare you."
"Probably not. They're just a little strange. What kind of dreams are they?"
"Some bloody, violent dreams?" Song Zhou chuckled. "I don't know the specifics either. I merely planted a few suggestions in certain people. As for what exactly they dream about, that depends on them."
Lu Ao was completely baffled. Before he could ask further, a shrill scream suddenly shattered the silence of this realm. Lu Ao whipped around and saw a tall man running toward them in a frenzy.
Lu Ao felt that his perspective was strange, as though he were floating in midair. The man did not notice their presence and simply ran forward with his face covered in blood.
The man had a buzz cut, tattoos, and a thick gold chain. One