Chapter 865 Butterfly Dream

Chapter 865 Butterfly Dream

"The script and the script world are being created." After Lu Yunhe learned this information, he immediately began to think about how to upgrade himself to a higher dimension.

Although the Way of Origin runs through the entire process, the magnitude of the influence of the Way of Origin decreases exponentially with each dimensional world crossed.

Especially when it comes to influencing the high-dimensional world from the low-dimensional one, if it weren't for his profound attainments in the origin of the Tao, even if a demigod came over, he wouldn't be able to influence the three-dimensional world through a piece of information body.

If it is a legendary realm, at most it can only influence reality from the dream world.

At the moment, he is just a piece of information, and it doesn't make much practical sense for him to directly influence the real world.

“We need to pull the lever…”

Lu Yunhe's heart moved, and the period symbol on the white paper also emitted a strange light, and then fell silent.

……

“I got beaten back again!”

Writer Lian returned to her rental house with a file bag in her hand and a tired look on her face.

The work he had written with great difficulty was rejected by the screenwriter, and he might have to write it all over again.

Although it is common for his works to be rejected frequently, if he continues like this, he will probably starve to death first.

Having spent all his energy on writing, Lian had a low ability to accept the outside world. A person who drinks while standing in a long gown would really starve to death.

Writer Lian returned to her small rental house, sat on a chair, turned on the desk lamp, and held the pen in her hand, but she was unable to start.

"Ah... If only a monster appeared, the world would be destroyed quickly."

Writer Lian sighed. His creations had been rejected several times and he really didn’t know what to write.
For some reason, the writer Lian felt an irresistible sleepiness rising up and couldn't help yawning.

"Forget it today, let's go to bed first!"

Snapped!
Writer Lian's head instantly fell on the table, and the ballpoint pen fell from between her fingers.

Before she knew it, the writer Lian opened her eyes and found herself in a shop filled with a strange fog.

A man was modeling something with clay across the shelf.

"Excuse me……"

Just as the writer Lian was about to say something, the man in the clay shop disappeared.

At the same time, an egg-shaped clay object appeared in his hand.

"what is this?"

Writer Lian looked at the egg mass in her hand and felt very strange, but she lost consciousness the next moment.

The next day, writer Lian opened her eyes with a tired look on her face and stretched her aching body. She had been sitting on the chair for the entire night, which was really harmful to her health.

Writer Lian got up early in the morning and left the room, ready to go out for a walk to change her mood and see if she could find any inspiration.

"Alas, I had a nightmare last night. A huge insect egg emitting a strange light appeared on the street..."

"Me too, I dreamed about that too..."

"Ah, could it be something dirty?"

Writer Lian found a roadside stall, bought a steamed bun, and then was attracted by the conversation between the customers and the owner of the egg pancake stall next door.

Originally, he wanted to buy an egg pancake, but prices have skyrocketed recently and he was a little short of money, so he could only buy a steamed bun.

"Insect eggs?"

Hearing the conversation of passers-by, writer Lian seemed to have some feelings in her heart while eating buns.

"It's amazing that we had the same dream." Writer Lian didn't take it to heart.

The world is so big, it is very normal for some magical phenomena to occur occasionally.

What signal connection...quantum entanglement, etc.? These are the reasons.

However, as the people around him talked, the writer Lian suddenly had some inspiration in his mind. He ate the bun in his hand in a few bites and hurried back to write down the sudden inspiration.

However, what the writer Lian did not notice was that people along the entire street seemed to be discussing the same dream.

shhhhhh...

Writer Lian felt as if she was inspired by God this time and quickly wrote the first chapter of the new script.

After finishing writing, writer Lian hurriedly found the screenwriter with the new script.

"Not bad. I hope you can keep up the good work." The screenwriter with dark circles under his eyes looked at Lian.

"But you must write it completely, don't give up halfway."

"Yes!"

Writer Lian was so excited that she had no idea what kind of mood she was in when she left the building.

However, when he returned home, his excitement instantly turned into confusion.

The writer Lian was seen sitting on a chair, unable to write, with a dazed look on his face.

"Forget it, let's take a nap first. Maybe I'll have some inspiration when I wake up."

This time, the writer Lian chose to fall asleep on her own initiative and indulged in a beautiful dream.

In the dream, the writer Lian felt as if she had turned into an insect egg and began to wriggle.

Click!

The eggs broke, and a huge caterpillar walked out, roaring at the whole world.

After waking up, the writer Lian didn't even have time to eat breakfast. He started writing frantically and soon finished the second chapter of the script.

"Master Lian!"

When the screenwriter saw what the writer Lian Xin had written, he became so excited that he even called a group of people to watch.

The story of the work is not complicated, but it gives people an immersive feeling, and every detail makes them feel as if they have really experienced it.

Faced with everyone's compliments, the writer Lian, who had always been ignored, was very satisfied and a smug smile appeared on his face.

Afterwards, the writer Lian couldn't wait to return to his rental house, wanting to finish paying for the work as soon as possible. Without any income, he would starve to death.

Boom!

The writer Lian had just returned home when two community workers came knocking on her door.

"Excuse me, did you have any dreams last night?" the staff asked.

"Dream?"

Writer Lian shook her head in bewilderment. "I fell asleep very quickly yesterday and didn't have any dreams."

"That's good!"

The staff nodded, wrote down the writer Lian's information, and then left politely.

"What on earth is this? Half the people in the city actually had the same dream."

"Could it be..."

The two staff members were talking to each other, with a hint of panic in their tone.

Writer Lian vaguely heard the conversation between the two staff members. She sat silently in the familiar chair, her slender body trembling slightly.

Looking at the writing paper on the table, the writer Lian wanted to write something several times, but he was unable to start writing.

I wrote two sentences casually, but I couldn't bear to read it anymore, so I tore up the paper and threw it in the corner of the room.

"Damn it!"

Writer Lian tightly grasped the pen in her hand, her eyes gradually became hazy, and then she laid her head on the table and fell asleep again. Boom!

The giant caterpillar wantonly destroyed the surrounding buildings, causing countless sparks to fly.

A large number of residents ran from their homes in fear, fearing that they would be hit by the flying debris if they ran too slowly.

The huge caterpillar is over 60 meters long, like a monster. Its random movements can cause a series of earthquakes and the collapse of high-rise buildings.

Especially since it was night time, a large number of residents were in a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness. Many people even just woke up when the high-rise building collapsed, but it was too late.

shhhhhh!
In the sky, the speeding fighter planes finally arrived, and an entire street was completely reduced to ruins. In such a tragic situation, the fighter planes in the sky could no longer hold back and launched an attack directly in the city.

Boom! Missiles were launched one after another. Along with the explosions, the surface of the giant caterpillar exploded instantly, spitting out pools of strange liquid.

However, just when the caterpillar was injured, it stopped moving strangely, and a light appeared on the surface of its body, turning into a silkworm pupa.

call!
Writer Lian straightened up. After a good night's sleep, she felt better than ever.

However, writer Lian was soon attracted by the noisy noise outside the rental house. She pushed open the window and saw a large crowd of people walking on the street in fear, and many people could not help showing fatigue and fear on their faces.

"What happened?" Writer Lian had a bad feeling in her heart and quickly turned on the news.

"According to the latest results, the Monster Dream has covered the xxx area..." the announcer said with a serious expression.

The population covered is so wide that it is impossible to suppress it.

At the same time, the crowd outside the window began to spread words like doomsday and the destruction of the world.

"Gulu!"

Writer Lian couldn't help swallowing and hurried to the company with the latest script.

Even if the world is about to be destroyed in the next moment, we cannot stop working.

Compared to the last time, this time the editors all had silent expressions on their faces. Although they were somewhat surprised by the writer Lian's work, they no longer had the enthusiasm of yesterday.

Apparently, these people had the same dream.

After receiving unclear feedback, writer Lian walked on the street with a confused look on her face, holding a briefcase.

Unable to get feedback from his own work, writer Lian didn't know what else to do for a while and could only wander the streets aimlessly.

However, compared with the originally bustling streets, the streets at this moment have become chaotic, with all kinds of noisy conflicts and insults one after another, and even Lian was knocked down a few times.

Although we haven't completely entered the end of the world, we do have a premonition of the foreshadowing.

Writer Lian, who was too lazy to pay attention to these things, returned to her rental house with an irritated look on her face.

"pupa!"

The writer Lian looked uncertain. From egg to caterpillar, and then to pupa, the next step is complete transformation.

Lian looked at the script in his hand and wanted to write an ending for it. However, every time he started writing, he couldn't help feeling irritated and couldn't start writing.

"Damn it!"

Writer Lian could hardly suppress her restlessness and drank, which was a rare occurrence for her.

As she drank bottle after bottle of beer, writer Lian fell into sleep again without realizing it.

boom!
It was still the familiar feeling. The writer Lian felt like she had turned into a silkworm pupa, and something was constantly stirring inside her body.

"coming!"

At the same time, the army, which seemed to have been prepared, also sent out a number of combat-level aircraft, and various countries were also watching this nervously.

Almost half of the world's population was drawn into this dream.

Rumble…

Along with the sound of missile launches, one sophisticated missile after another bombarded the silkworm pupae.

However, compared to the last time, the silkworm pupa seemed to have crossed into a new dimension.

The powerful missile bombarded the silkworm pupa, but apart from the fire produced by the explosion, it had no other effect.

The next moment, the bomber took off and resolutely dropped the upgraded nuclear weapon.

As for the city where the silkworm pupae are located, facing this world-destroying crisis, it can only be abandoned, and it is not certain to die.

The unique mushroom cloud of a nuclear bomb rose up, and in the fierce flames, an inexplicable voice sounded.

Then an incredibly beautiful butterfly spread its wings and flew high in the flames like a phoenix.

The butterfly is very beautiful. When it flaps its wings, it shines with a bright glow that makes people intoxicated.

"Continue the attack!"

As missiles are launched into the sky, the butterflies are as beautiful as the life in the dream at this moment is as terrifying as it is.

It seemed that what was in front of them was not a monster, but the god of death who was reaping lives.

Rumble!
Missiles loaded with nuclear weapons flew towards the butterfly, but exploded before they got close.

The fierce flames mixed with the bright light almost illuminated the entire sky.

The countries on the earth tried every possible means, but were unable to harm the butterfly in the slightest.

As time passed, the day dawned...

"Hooah!"

The writer Lian woke up from her sleep, still holding a bottle of wine in her hand and with a faint smell of alcohol in her mouth.

Then the writer Lian rubbed his sleepy eyes and sat back in his writing chair. When he wanted to write something, he was attracted by the even noisier sounds from the outside world.

"Look outside!"

"Look outside!"

The startled writer Lian Ye put down the pen in her hand, opened the curtain covering the window, and then her whole body froze.

He saw an incredibly beautiful butterfly dancing in the sky above his city.

"Gulu!"

Writer Lian couldn't help swallowing her saliva, and she panicked: "Is this still a dream?"

call out!
Just then, a missile flew by, but what was incredible was that the missile actually went straight through the butterfly and hit the street on the other side.

boom!
The actual missile explosion sounded, directly causing cracks in the glass in front of the writer Lian.

"The things in the dream really appeared." Writer Lian opened her mouth and was speechless for a moment.

However, something even more horrifying happened to Lian. He saw that the paper on his desk had paragraphs of text on it without any control.

"What the hell is this?"

Even though Lian was stupid, he understood that something bad had definitely happened to him, and the butterflies in the outside world must be related to his dream.

However, no one paid any attention to him, and the words on the paper continued to be written.

Snapped!
Soon, the sound of pencils tapping on the table was heard and the words on the paper stopped appearing.

Lian picked up the paper and saw that the "script" he had written was also completed, but there was a punctuation mark missing at the very end.

"Do I have a choice?"

Lian's face turned pale. She tremblingly picked up the pencil on the table and drew a circle at the end of the script.

The next moment, a butterfly flew out from the paper and appeared in reality.

(End of this chapter)