Rumble!
Rain poured down.
Li Wei leaned against a tree trunk, panting lightly.
This was a dream.
At that moment, Li Wei understood that perfectly. The reason was right here: endless strange men and constantly changing scenery-first a train, then grasslands, and now a dense forest.
And endless bullets and enemies.
How should I put it... Li Wei remembered having a similar dream before, back during the Courtesan Killer incident. Only then, he had been dragged into someone else's dream... Hmm? Wait a minute?
At that thought, Li Wei's mind took a different turn.
So what was happening now? Was this my dream? Or someone else's? During the Courtesan Killer incident, the other person had been threatened by the Courtesan Killer in their dream, thought of me, and forcibly summoned me into it.
What about now?
If this was someone's dream... well, at least I could be sure this wasn't unconscious, like it had been with the Courtesan Killer.
On the contrary, judging by the way these killers were coming after me, I was clearly the target.
In other words, they had a technique that let them summon me into a dream and kill me there?
Then what happened in reality to someone killed in a dream? Come to think of it, there really was a horror movie about that.
Li Wei raised his hand and pulled the trigger.
Bang.
With the gunshot, a figure fell from a branch above Li Wei's head.
The same primitive tribal clothing, the same face that looked like Tarzan.
Honestly, Li Wei had seen it so many times that he was getting numb to it. It was like farming foot soldiers in a Warriors game. They all looked the same anyway, so looking at them hardly made a difference.
*This really wasn't cutting it.