Vol 19 Chapter 7-2 (1/2)

Xuan was not a trustworthy comrade, not because he was incapable but the opposite.

That was how Zheng was feeling. If Xuan were standing in front of him at this moment, he would beat the crap out of him. The man was vexatious. Zheng had fallen into danger again.

(It’s more strange than actually dangerous. Damn it.) Zheng thought as he looked ahead. He was inside YinKong’s consciousness.

Zheng suddenly had the idea of waking YinKong during his conversation with TengYi. YinKong was a major force in the team after all. Her contribution couldn’t be overlooked. And so he put Xuan’s glasses on her then attached the metallic pieces linked to the glasses onto his temples. He immediately lost consciousness.

By the time he woke up, he was standing next to a little girl. His existence in this place was ghost-like. No one could see him nor touch him. Neither could he affect anyone. He existed as an observer for three days in this world. Although time flowed differently in a dream, he was afraid what if time in the real world and this dream world flowed at the same rate? Half the team would then get wiped by the Yellow Turbans.

Zheng had no choice but to accept things as they came despite his worry. This situation was not new to him. The fact was he just went through the same thing in the previous movie. The strangeness and terror of A Nightmare On Elm Street were not something he wished to experience again. He could feel he was inside YinKong’s dream.

This dream took place on an uninhabited island. Zheng followed the cute little girl for the past three days. She was about eleven or twelve with an apathetic look on her face. It was like a female Xuan. Little YinKong was handsome at such a young age, leaning toward a metrosexual look. Her body had began development. Judging by the bulges on her chests, she definitely wrapped a piece of cloth around the chest.

(Man, she’s been this cold since she was young. The babyface and big breasts also came at such a young age.) Zheng exclaimed.

He witnessed her life for the past three days. Everything aside from that cold expression were commendable. She survived comfortably on this uninhabited island. Food was never a worry for her. She caught snakes, insects, beasts, and fish. She would climb the only tall mountain on the island to obtain water from snow. The little creek that was a result of melted snow was the only source of water on this island.

(Is this really YinKong? How did she become so strong?)

Zheng finally confirmed this Yinkong possessed strength way beyond what he previously knew of her after the three days of observation. Although he did not underwent any systematic combat training, the fourth stage and all the fighting experiences he gained so far trained his eyes accurately judge a person’s strength. He had an idea of YinKong’s strength thus far. That was — strong. As strong as when he initially entered the fourth stage.

YinKong was no more than twelve in this dream and she hadn’t entered God’s realm yet. In other words, she achieved this strength in the real world through physical training and techniques. Zheng simply couldn’t believe it. When YinKong climbed a steep mountain to get water on the second day, he confirmed YinKong had at the least unlocked the second stage.

He didn’t know how she managed to achieve this feat. But young YinKong was stronger than the first time he met her in God’s realm. Something must have happened to her in her childhood.

(I get it. She didn’t break free from her heart’s devil in A Nightmare on Elm Street. That’s why she’s still asleep. The glasses are an item to bring me into her dream. But — I only exist as an observer here. How can an observer influence the people in the dream? Doesn’t this just trap me here? Shit.)