The leaves outside the window were still in the wind, and the time at the corner of the computer stopped at 7:30.
The body couldn't move, only consciousness was still active.
The wind felt very warm.
Su Changxing suddenly awoke from the darkness, his expression changed from wooden to surprised, then to incredulous, his blood-stained hand wrapped in dust left a dirty handprint on the clean, gray desktop.
"Am I dreaming?"
"Not really."
"Am I back?"
He checked his belongings: the backpack, pistol, revolver, pendant, and the phone in his pocket were all still there.
At least this proved he wasn't dreaming before, but as for whether he was dreaming now, it was hard to determine.
In the instant he saw the truth of the Hongyue, he thought he was dead for sure, but after his consciousness recovered, he actually returned to the original world.
"Does it mean the task was completed, so we returned to the original world? If that's the case, I'm afraid not many survived."
