After the rebirth of the idol, he started to lose weight and became the best actor

More than three months passed in a flash, and Lu Rong spent almost half of his time on the ice rink.

In these three months, a lot of changes have taken place in the outside world.

First of all, the Dream Hunter series has officially come to an end.

Dou Ning, who used to be eccentric and funny, experienced countless dreams, big and small, and with the help of Shuangpo, he became the organization's new generation S-level dream hunter.

In the game with the secret enemy, their small team of six lost three people. Ever since the deputy captain Yu Shi also died in the Mengyuan Cliff and never came out again, Dou Ning has stopped laughing.

The other two, due to various practical reasons, suffered irreversible permanent mental damage after achieving success, and applied to withdraw from the organization early and return to normal life.

Dou Ning did not look for a suitable team again. He knew very well that he was no longer the optimistic and sociable Dou Ning of the past. Even though he knew he had no relatives since he could remember, he still lived for himself.

However, as my friends left one by one and the memories of the past turned yellow, I became silent.

Even the nightmare creatures in his dreams seemed more familiar to him than strangers.

Frost Soul has almost become his everything. He is both a teacher and a friend in his life. He has witnessed his growth along the way, the inexplicable throbbing in his youth, and the sharing of hardships in times of crisis. After his teammates left, he was the only one who could prove that he had also been weak.

There are too many barriers between them, life and death, bloodline, souls and ghosts...

But no one could be closer than them, not even the hot-tempered and straightforward Liao Yuan, the calculating Feng Si, or the chief and analyst Wen Yi, who both died in the storm vortex not long ago.

Now Liao Yuan and his companions are rushing to fill the vortex without hesitation. No one asks them whether they are willing or not, but this is the responsibility of dream hunters. Dreams exist forever, and will forever gnaw at humans as long as they exist objectively.

Dou Ning was indifferent. After seeing through some rules, the whole world became boring.

He thought, it's almost his turn.

He has no descendants, and Shuangpo probably won't provide shelter to the next unknown person anymore, that's great.

However, the world played a joke on him, and he destroyed the last bit of tenderness with his own hands.

It turns out that the Dou family's direct talent is a complete scam, it is a vicious curse!

The so-called transformation of the soul of the strongest person in the Dou family's bloodline is just one-sided statement of the Dou family. In the beginning, it was just that an ancestor of the Dou family became greedy during the temple sacrifice, and secretly broke into the ancestral tomb to steal General Dou's blood and refined it into the soul-binding seal and jade pendant.

He announced to the public that he had been enlightened by General Dou and had awakened his bloodline talent. The hateful thief then became an S-level dream hunter respected by everyone.

The funny thing is, aren't I just such a thief? A descendant of a thief!

Dou Ning was furious when he learned the truth.

Soul Binding is like a power bank that can be used externally, but it also follows the law of conservation of energy and requires the energy of nightmare creatures to replenish.

The ancestor was also nervous at first, but later his greed was magnified infinitely. He thought that he was the one who helped General Dou gain eternal life and that he should be thanked, so he became even more unscrupulous.

But even if it can be recharged, the battery has a lifespan. General Dou's soul has been used by his descendants for hundreds of years. By the time it was passed down to Dou Ning's parents' generation, it had already been scattered and disappeared completely.

Having lost all their powers, the Dou family's status plummeted and they were constantly hunted by their enemies.

On the night of moving out of the ancestral home, Dou's father accidentally discovered the ancestor's notes. He had evil thoughts and set his sights on Shuangpo, who had moved out independently long ago.

On the night when the Dou family was exterminated, their plan succeeded, and the thief's Mengyin protected the thief's descendants.

Dou Ning was desperate because he had almost self-harmed by entering dreams to paralyze himself in his early years, and while he grew rapidly he also exhausted the power of Frost Soul.

He searched for the notebook like crazy, at the cost of his entire fortune, but all the clues pointed to the fact that the soul-nourishing method had already disappeared in the sea of ​​fire, just like the Dou family.

If Frost Soul had appeared in front of him little by little when he was aware of it, he would not have been so desperate, but the truth was so cruel.

One morning, he adjusted the jade pendant as usual, but it suddenly lost all its functions after working the same way for more than ten years.

Dou Ning didn't even see Shuang Po for the last time.

It was also in order to find his trace that he investigated this dusty past, but he did not feel any joy of the truth coming to light. The sharp black and white words were like a sharp knife cutting into his heart bit by bit.

The intense pain almost suffocated Dou Ning. He suddenly wanted to laugh. If Wen Yi, Liao Yuan and others who admired Shuang Po knew the truth, they would probably want to kill him.

Unfortunately, it seems that almost all the people in this world who still know Shuangpo are dead.

The disaster is still going on. As the real world's environment undergoes tremendous changes, natural disasters of varying sizes continue to occur. The planet is trying to save itself. This is a cycle.

Under the frequent natural disasters, the general mental state of mankind has been impacted, and the deadly vortex rising from the center of the disaster has gathered the almost solidified despair of the people in distress.

Dou Ning sat in the dark room, head down, clutching the dull jade pendant, maintaining this stiff posture for three whole days.

Three days! Liao Yuan did not come back, and Feng Si who was with him also lost contact. The flashing lights in the center of the headquarters persisted for three days, but they could no longer hold on and suddenly went out.

With a solemn expression, Shi Pan wore all his possessions on his body. He had donated all his belongings after the chief left.

Even if the next mission is to die, Shi Pan is ready.

Before leaving, he knocked on Dou Ning's door with rare hesitation, but did not enter. He stood at the door and said loudly:

"Lord Shuangpo, I'm leaving now. Please teach me the Art of Gold Production when you have the chance. Xiaoning, please keep an eye on the headquarters during this time."

The receding footsteps sounded like the sound of a farewell bell, striking at his heart again and again, and Dou Ning could no longer hold back the grief in his heart.

His eyes were filled with emptiness and despair. His once bright eyes had now lost their luster, leaving only two dried tear marks on his cheeks.

After sitting there for another three days, someone knocked on his door again.

Dou Ning knew it was his turn.

Not everyone can face death so calmly, and even if they can, they definitely cannot bear the fear of the countdown to death.

Some people went there early with the previous group, while others took advantage of the organizational chaos and the vacancy of managers to sneak away.

Dou Ning followed the guide expressionlessly, listening to the compliments coming from all around, words of thanks, words of savior, but feeling nothing in his heart.

When he turned the corner of the corridor, he raised his eyes and suddenly met a pair of eyes.

He was a black-haired boy with a dream-hunting bracelet on his hand. One could tell at a glance that he was an orphan taken in by the charity center at the headquarters.

The boy was only as tall as his waist, his eyes full of admiration for him. He didn't understand anything, but from what others had said, the man in front of him was one of the S-class masters of the headquarters, the savior who had escaped death...