The girl completely ignored Zheng Fan, quickening her steps towards the Monastery.
Zheng Fan leisurely followed behind her, like a perverted uncle stalking a girl—no, he was.
He didn't quite understand his current situation. He had followed a sensation in his sleep, coming this way, and then landed in this world.
From the familiar feeling, he judged that he was indeed in the Black World.
It was probably a part of the deep Black World, definitely on the Black World's Context.
While he wasn't surprised that there were people in the Black World, after all, Luo Ye's situation had already shown that Dadu certainly had means to travel back and forth to the Black World.
However, the style here looked quite pleasant, a small town with a pastoral landscape, which was quite different from his expectations.
Zheng Fan had originally imagined the depths of the Black World to be a hellish scene, overrun with monsters.
But it seemed to be alright after all; people could live and establish settlements here.
The main language of this settlement seemed to be English, which was no problem for Zheng Fan.
He didn't know what specific differences existed between the Illusions here and those in reality. Zheng Fan landed right next to the Monastery, and only glanced down from the sky, vaguely seeing some black dots scattered throughout this world.
The number of black dots on the edge of the town was very small. Now, it seemed, it was probably due to that lighthouse.
As for his current state, he should still be in a dream.
After a simple test, he was surprised to find that he seemed to have become a traditional ghost!
First, he could float in the air like a soul, without relying on any shapeshifting or superpowers.
It sounded like he had become weaker, because now he couldn't even inexplicably stand on solid ground.
But in fact, here, as long as he wanted to, he could directly touch certain things.
He gently stroked the nearby wall with his hand, feeling the rough texture feedback, and could even lightly move pebbles on the roadside, or even pick them up and throw them. But he still couldn't touch living things.
His strength was also very weak, similar to using his property ability with gloves in reality, or even weaker, not much stronger than a child.
However, consuming singularities could temporarily increase his output.
This was good news, but unfortunately, he had already burned a large number of singularities to travel here, and his current stock was pitiful, so he couldn't use them recklessly.
Zheng Fan was still unclear whether this ghostly state was brought about by being in a dream, or if it was unique to being in the depths of the Black World.
But after roughly figuring out the situation, he habitually started looking for people.
He didn't know what the existence that sensed him coming here was, but a hunch told him that a new body might be going online.
And sure enough, after squatting here for a bit, another cute girl came knocking.
"Respond, I'm not some suspicious Illusion, you know." Zheng Fan, hands in pockets, hung upside down in front of the girl.
But the girl's pupils focused directly past Zheng Fan, completely ignoring his existence.
Although she didn't know why an Illusion could cross the Cordon, bypass the lighthouse's light, and even invade all the way into the Monastery, these things were not important for now.
She couldn't respond to the Illusion. Her unconscious turn of the head due to her relaxation in the Monastery just now had already allowed the other party to latch onto her.
Overestimating based on the fact that the other party could break into the Monastery, she couldn't even easily tell. If her act of telling was considered a definite feedback, then this Illusion might invade her body before anyone could react.
She quickly returned to her room, locked the door, drew the curtains, turned on the phonograph next to her to continue playing soothing music, and finally sat at her desk, bowing her head and closing her eyes.
She assumed a posture of prayer.
This girl's anti-Illusion awareness was really strong, much stronger than Jiang Si's, although Jiang Si was also forced by circumstances at that time.
Zheng Fan thought, looking at her desk, and found what should be her name on a few books: "Doris?"
The girl, of course, did not respond.
Seeing this, Zheng Fan turned his attention to the phonograph nearby.
The originally soothing music from the phonograph suddenly had a lot of static, then the melody became deep and eerie. Finally, a slightly sharp singing voice came from it:
"London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down~..."
Doris's eyebrows twitched slightly, but she still didn't react at all.
"Don't like this one? Then how about another? Do you understand Chinese? I'm better at that." Zheng Fan's head popped out of the record player, his face blocking the horn of the record player, looking quite grotesque.
"Dad's dad is called Grandpa~..."
Doris: "..."
"Oh, you're really stubborn. Doesn't that mean I'll just have to sing more?" Zheng Fan rubbed his hands, a little excited.
Doris vaguely felt that Zheng Fan was just suddenly carried away and wanted an excuse to sing.
Various songs Doris had heard, seemed to have heard, and completely hadn't heard, from the earliest nursery rhymes to pop music, heavy metal, then suddenly switching to classical music.
Even at a concert, Doris wouldn't understand what this was all about.
Musical Illusion?
The point that made Doris break out in cold sweat the most was:
When this Illusion got serious, it sounded surprisingly good...
Finally, after Zheng Fan finished playing "Moonlight," the room was instantly filled with a large amount of applause and cheers.
Doris was stunned for a moment, then realized: this applause was also self-produced by this Illusion!
Although the piece was indeed excellent and made her want to applaud, it would be more accurate to say that if an Illusion really used such a high-level work to entice people, it could only be said that it was going all out.
But she still held back.
"Thank you! Thank you, everyone!" Then Zheng Fan, holding the phonograph, with red eyes and teary, bowed to the non-existent audience, and then held the phonograph high like a trophy.
Cheers and applause belong to the talented Mr. Zheng Fan! His songs brought the color of music to this boring Black World! He enjoys and loves music! At an inhuman age, he reached an unparalleled height in another world, a height no other Illusion could reach!
The award speeches were delivered in a practiced manner, even though Doris had no idea what was going on here.
Why did the awards ceremony suddenly start?
Weren't they just having a concert?
And you, put down my phonograph!
Doris subtly glanced at Zheng Fan out of the corner of her eye, but Zheng Fan was completely engrossed in his own musical world, his trench coat transforming into a neat and elegant tailcoat.
Making Doris wonder:
Did this Illusion really still want to lure her?
Knock knock!
Until a knock on the door suddenly sounded.
Doris looked towards the door. In an instant, the phonograph, which had just been treated as a trophy, returned to the cabinet, and the Illusion seemed to have disappeared.
It was as if the concert and award ceremony just now were all Illusions.
No, they were Illusions!
"Doris, are you in your room?" An old voice came from outside.
"I am, Nun Granny." This voice brought back Doris's somewhat disturbed consciousness. She went to the door and opened it. Outside was the Old Nun who had given the speech earlier.