Returning to his room, he closed the door.

He didn't turn on the light.

It was already late at night, a little bit of starlight spilled out of the window, and in the dark room, Jiu Wenlong sat at his desk and slowly removed the black satin on his eyes.

　　In the mirror on the desk, a handsome young man's face was reflected.

　　Long and good-looking, if he took off the black satin on his blindfolded eyes and took care of it a little bit, with that inexplicable high cold and deep temperament, he was definitely a school grass level handsome boy.

It was a pity that his perennial black satin wrapped around his eyes, coupled with his disabled status, completely obscured his radiance.

　　In the mirror, his eyes were closed and clear.

　　His eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, the eyelids covering his eyes trembled, and he seemed to be struggling to open his eyes, even his hands clenched their fists with force.

　　One second, two seconds, three seconds ......

　　His body trembled for a long time before he finally couldn't bear it and suddenly loosened up, panting heavily.

　　A few drops of sweat crossed Lin Qiye's cheeks, and an anger surfaced between his brows.

　　Almost ...... just a little bit!

　　Why is it that every time, it's that close?

When would he be able to open his eyes again and see the world for himself?

He lied when he said he could see now.

　　His eyes, he couldn't open them at all, not even a slit.

　　But again, he didn't lie.

Because even with his eyes closed, he could clearly "see" everything around him.

This feeling is very wonderful, as if they have grown eyes all over their body, to be able to perceive everything in all directions without any dead angle, and see more clearly than the original eyes, farther.

　　At first he could not do it, in the five years of blindness, he was no different from the real blind, and could only use his voice and the guide stick in his hand to perceive the world.

　　But for some reason, starting five years ago, his eyes seemed to show some changes, and he, himself, was able to begin to initially perceive his surroundings.

At first, only a few centimeters in front of him, and then with the growth of time, he could "see" farther and farther, more and more clearly, five years later now, he can "see" the range has reached ten meters.

　　If a normal person can only see ten meters, then his eyes are basically wasted, but for a teenager who has lost his sight, this ten meters means everything.

The most crucial thing was that the ten meters he could "see" was ten meters without any obstacles! It's almost like he has a magnetic field, haha!

　　In other words, in a ten-meter radius, he has absolute vision, vulgarly speaking, he can see through, but to a higher level, he can see every grain of dust in the air, see every part of the machinery inside, see the magician under the table, every small action ......

And the source of this ability seems to be the eyes that have been tightly closed for ten years under that black satin.

Although there is this almost supernatural power, he is still not satisfied, it is good to have an absolute vision of ten meters, but he would prefer to use his own eyes to see the world ac personally.

　　This is a teenager's obsession.

　　Although he failed to open his eyes today, he could clearly feel ......

It is not far from really opening his eyes.

　　After washing up, he went to bed early and prepared to go to sleep, so many years of living as a blind person is not all bad, at least he has developed a good habit of going to bed early.

But laying down on the bed, subconsciously, that picture came back to his mind.

Under the dark cosmic dome of the sky, on the surface of the dead moon, the grayish-white earth reflected the bleak starlight, and in the center of the highest, largest lunar crater, stood a figure that looked like a statue.

The figure stood there quietly, as if it had existed since the beginning of time, the sacred golden light bloomed, and the divine might was enough to make all creatures prostrate themselves on the ground.

　　Behind his back, six exaggeratedly large feathered wings spread out, covering the sun's rays cast down from behind, leaving huge shadows on the silver-gray earth.

　　And what was truly burned into his mind, lingering, were His eyes.

　　Those eyes, full of divine power, burning like a furnace, were as piercing as the sun at close range!

He saw those eyes, and in just an instant, his world was left with nothing but blackness.

Ten years ago, he told the truth, only to be diagnosed as mentally ill.

But he knew best in his heart what was real and what was delusion.

　　Since he had seen the blazing angel on the moon, he knew that the world ...... was never as simple as it seemed.

Slowly, he fell into a deep sleep.

　　What he did not know was that, in the moment he entered the dreamland, in the dark room, two strands of bright golden awns shot out from the slits of his eyes and flashed away.

　　......

　　Da, da, da ......

　　In the world of mists, Jiu Wen Long walked alone.

The mist around him tumbled, seemingly endless, and it was clear that he was walking in the midst of nothingness, but every time he landed on his feet, he would emit a crisp crashing sound, as if there was an invisible ground underneath his feet.

　　"It's this dream again ...... knocking on the door every night, it's exhausting! Okay?" He shook his head helplessly and took a step forward.

　　In the next moment, the fog around him rolled back, and a modern building with a weird style appeared in front of him.

Because it was clearly a modern style building, but in certain details, it was full of mystery.

For example, the large iron gate carved with roaming gods, for example, the electric lights that looked like burning fireballs, for example, the carved tiles floating under his feet ......

　　It was like a mixture of modern architectural style and those temple elements from ancient mythology, incongruous, yet with an unspeakable beauty.

　　This kind of building, he might recognize, and it looked very familiar.

　　It was extremely similar to the Sunshine Psychiatric Hospital where he had stayed for a year before, and the strongest proof was that where the words "Sunshine Psychiatric Hospital" were originally written at the entrance, it had become another line.

--The Gods Mental Hospital.

　　"Inexplicable place." Jiu Wen Long shook his head and stepped forward, walking right in front of the large iron gate.

　　Five years ago, it wasn't only his body that suddenly began to change, but also his dreams.

For five years, every night he would have the same dream, and the protagonist of these dreams was this mysterious "Asylum of the Gods".

However, the door of the asylum was always closed and could not be opened no matter what.

Moreover, there was only one entrance, the big iron door on the front side, and although the surrounding wall was not too high, the most outrageous thing was that every time he jumped up, the height of the wall would grow with him! Weird!

　　As for the brute force ...... even if the whole person crashes apart, that big iron door won t even move a bit.

There seems to be only one way to enter.

Knock on the door.

　　He grabbed the ring on the big iron door again, took a deep breath, and heavily tapped on the surface of the iron door.

　　Clang-!

　　Like the sound of an ancient bell buzzing echoed through the mental hospital, the large iron door proper shook and swayed, not opening.

　　Clang--!

　　Another knock, and the iron door still didn't open.

He very patiently continued to knock 。。。。。。

　　These five years he has deeply realized the rules of this dream world, except for knocking on the door, any other means can't open the big iron door, and in this dream, he can't seem to do anything else except knocking on the door .......

It is good that in the dream world, he will not get tired, or his body will be exhausted long ago.

So, like a hard laborer, he continued to knock on the door all night!