When Wu Qing was sitting across from Su Zimo, Su Zimo didnât actually fall asleep. He didnât know why the thin trainer sat across from him and stared motionlessly at him for dozens of minutes while waiting for the second task to be released.
In that situation, the best thing Su Zimo could think of was pretending to be asleep.
But because he pretended to sleep for too long, he was confused, and actually took a nap and had a short dream.
In the dream, Su Zimo seemed to be standing in the Su family cemetery on the Shoushan mountainside. It was raining and he was surrounded by a group of people in black clothes, but no one was talking. The only sound in Su Zimoâs ears was the sound of rain and wind blowing through leaves.
It reminded Su Zimo of his grandfatherâs funeral.
He was dreaming of it so soon?
[Why are you the only one here thatâs sad?] A strange voice rang around Su Zimo.
In the dream, Su Zimo turned his head subconsciously, only to find that he could only see a pair of black trousers and the black edge of a shirt on his left side. Su Zimo knew that he wasnât a two-meter-tall giant, but he thought he was relatively tall. Why could he only see the waist of the person next to him?
Is there such a tall person in the world?
[Why are you the only one here thatâs sad?] The figure asked again.
Su Zimo raised his head sharply, but found that the other partyâs face was hidden under a tilted black umbrella, and he could see nothing.
[There are so few people, itâs really lonely.]
Hearing the figure speaking again, Su Zimo looked around subconsciously. He remembered that during the daytime there were many unrelated people coming. How could it be lonely?
Itâs impossible to be sad alone there. After all, Su Zimoâs second and third uncles cried so loudly in the cemetery so that others couldnât help but cover their ears. His father Su Gan and his youngest uncle were also really sadâŠâŠ.
Eh?
Su Zimo looked around and saw that there really were only a few people around, and they were all strangers to Su Zimo. He occasionally saw a few familiar faces, but he had the feeling that he hadnât seen them for a long, long time.
There was a boy in black hiding behind the tree next to him, who looked a little like Su Hewen when he was a child.
Even more strange was that everyone around Su Zimo was much taller than him. He had to raise his head high to see their faces clearly.
No, itâs not that theyâre all too tall, but that Su Zimo in the dream was too short!
[Itâs so lonely. Iâm afraid they donât know that the woman is gone, or that the human life span is really short.] The figure holding the black umbrella sighed again. His voice was cold, but somewhat exaggerated in tone.
Su Zimo looked subconsciously at the small tombstone in front of him. The name engraved on it was not Grandpa Su Heng, butâ
Su Zimoâs mother.
What he dreamed of wasnât what happened during the day, but rather the scene of his motherâs funeral when he was six years old.
He remembered that before the funeral, his father Su Gan was drunk. He was so drunk that he couldnât get out of bed and was late for the funeral.
Simply put, Su Zimo dreamed about his childhood.
[Do human children look like you?] The figure suddenly asked a strange question.
âWhat?â Su Zimo suddenly found that he could speak in his dream, and his voice was as childish as it was when he was six years old.
[White, small, skinny, as if a gust of wind can blow you away. Itâs better to hold such a porcelain doll in your hand.] The tone of the voice was bewildered again. [I canât believe it.]
âWho are you?â Although Su Zimo was in his own dream, he could only clearly see the umbrella held by the mysterious man.
The black umbrellaâs surface with its silver handle â it was clearly the mysterious black umbrella that Su Zimo picked up and whose text box was only question marks!
So the man Su Zimo dreamed of was the owner of the black umbrella?
[Someone asked me to come to you.] The person holding the umbrella said mysteriously. [That person asked me to help you fulfill a wish.]
âIf there is such a thing, I really have to think about it.â Su Zimo chuckled lightly, feeling that anything could happen in his dream. Even a fairy tale thing like Aladdinâs magic lamp happened.
[Too late.] The figure holding the umbrella said weirdly, even making Su Zimo feel as if he had been glanced at.
[Wake up. The person sitting across from you is a thief.] The figure sounded quite proud. [Though the thiefâs vision is very good, I am unfortunately not a casual umbrella, or a casual magic lamp, or a casual person who can rub it.]
[Wake up, wake up quickly! The umbrella is lost!]
[Child, remember to take precious things with you. Itâs a bad habit to put them away, ah.]
[Human society is developing fast. Peopleâs hearts are broken, and even umbrellas have been stolen this year.]
[âŠAh, I lost it.] The last sound turned out to be inexplicable.
Su Zimo was so irritated at the anxious voice that his head hurt, and he could only wake up dazedly, then saw the thin figure hurry out of the metro with an umbrella in hand and rush into the group of strange students!
Wu Qing, the thin boy who Su Zimo initially wanted to help, stole his umbrella and ran away.
âWu Qing!â
Su Zimo heard Xiao Yuyang shouting from the next car.
âStupid! The task let us choose a platform to get off at, but it didnât say that we had to choose the most terrible one! Yuanyuan, this time your brother may die!â Xiao Yuyang shook his head to Gan Yuan and said, âHeâs never experienced a nightmare world, and he has no nightmare points to counteract the death penalty. If something happens with the ghosts on the platform, heâll really be dead!â
âWhat does that have to do with me.â Gan Yuan just turned her head away.
Su Zimo looked at the metro doors that were still open in front of him, then heard the warning sound alerting him that they were going to close the next second.
Perhaps itâs because of Wu Qingâs rampage with the umbrella just now. The many ghosts that were neatly lined up looked like âwalking corpsesâ scattered along the platform. The strange smiles on their faces hadnât completely faded, and they hadnât reacted for a while.
Su Zimoâs forehead tightened slightly. He rushed out of the metro with his backpack without hesitation. He wanted to find Wu Qing and the stolen umbrella as quickly as possible while the ghosts hadnât reacted yet.
At the same time, Su Zimoâs hands were always reaching behind his back.
Even when he was surrounded by ghosts, the door to An Yu Yi Yu was always behind him.
However, what Su Zimo didnât think of was⊠when he tried to walk gently into the group of ghosts for a few seconds, the group that was originally scattered by Wu Qing with the umbrella seemed to react suddenly. After walking freely for the first few steps, dozens of ghosts turned to face where Su Zimo was standing, blocking his way, while the smiles on their pale faces grew wider.
When the first ghost approached Su Zimo with his head tilted, he pulled the door handle behind him for the first time.
But because the ghost was rushing faster and faster, Su Zimo suddenly touched something in the side pocket of the backpack behind him â it was the ballpoint pen from An Yu Yi Yu that was oddly heavier than most pens he used!
By the time Su Zimo reacted, he had already taken the pen from the side pocket and threw it at the ghost in front of him, preparing to go back to An Yu Yi Yu while the ghost was distracted.
What Su Zimo didnât expect wasâŠ..
That seemingly ordinary pen, whose only characteristic was that it was heavier than other pens, was actually activated when Su Zimo threw it into the air, like the telescopic pointers used by teachers in school. It stretched out bit by bit!
Normally, humans shouldnât be able to attack malicious spirits. However, when the elongated metal pen hit the ghostâs head, he fell directly to the ground like he was smashed.
Su Zimo grabbed the pen that fell from midair, held it by the heavy shaft, then slammed it down hard. After experimenting with it, Su Zimo was sure that the pen wasnât a telescopic pointer for teachers, but more like a swinging baton!
Although there were some swinging batons in the shape of pens on the market, the one in Su Zimoâs hands was lighter, thinner, and longer that normal, perhaps because it was from An Yu Yi Yu. Either way, he didnât doubt in it. The attack power it possessed, after all, was enough that the ghost who was knocked to the ground just now slowly became transparent and dispersedâŠ.
Since itâs a baton, thatâs a weapon!
Su Zimo recalled the glasses and backpack he brought from the store, but he never expected that An Yu Yi Yu would equip its owner with a self-defense weapon from the beginning â the pen that he had casually thrown into the side pocket.
After catching his breath, Su Zimo held the silver pen-shaped baton and point-blocked like in western fencing. He aimed toward the ghosts who blocked the direction that the umbrella thief walked through.
When he was in high school before, Su Gan taught Su Zimo how to fence for a while. Because Su Ganâs ability was good and Su Zimo was talented, even if he was taught in an average way, he learned it very well.
After learning for more than a month, the Su family found out what Su Gan was teaching him, and thought it would be better for the Su children and grandchildren to learn something more cultural, like Tai Chi swordsmanship or oriental martial arts.
Itâs a pity that Su Zimo had a car accident before the courses carefully prepared by Grandpa Su.
And nowâŠ
Looking at the group of ghosts that he still had to break through, Su Zimo held the baton tightly in his hand, mind running through all of the practical skills that Su Gan taught him. It seems that if he wanted to get back the umbrella that was annoying him in his dreams, he would have to show the fighting power of An Yu Yi Yuâs shopkeeper.