# 1922
Chapter 1922
Just Call Us... Night Watch
"Xiao Bin... what's wrong with them? Did something happen?"
The woman saw that all the cars ahead had emptied, and不安 rose in her heart as she asked.
Zhao Zhengbin opened his mouth, unsure of how to explain it to her... Tell her that gods were about to come and attack Great Xia? That sounded absolutely absurd! It was like a wild plot from a novel!
But unfortunately... this was the current reality!
"Mom, don't panic. The situation isn't actually that serious..."
"But the road is blocked by them. How do we get out?"
"..."
Now that everyone in the cars ahead and behind had abandoned their vehicles and run, they were trapped in the very center—truly nowhere to go.
"Let's get out too. Staying here isn't a solution." The woman, seeing everyone around them had vanished, still felt uneasy as she said.
Zhao Zhengbin didn't stop her. After all, they couldn't just sit foolishly in the car... Although he had faith in Great Xia, at a time like this, going home would indeed be safer.
Just as the two opened their doors to get out, the bright daylight that had been shining suddenly dimmed.
Zhao Zhengbin looked up in confusion, and his pupils constricted sharply!
Above the azure-blue sky, a massive face slowly took shape... almost identical to the fused crying-laughing visage he had seen on the livestream!
Strangely, this face was clearly extremely far away from them, as if floating beyond the atmosphere, yet it was impossibly enormous—just one slightly drooping eye alone obscured half the city.
This face reflected on the firmament, its half-closed gaze sweeping calmly over the entire city, like a giant prostrated at the mouth of a cave, surveying the densely-packed ants below... A terrifying might instantly descended upon the earth!
Zhao Zhengbin's body went rigid!
He stared blankly at this scene, and the next moment, terrified screams erupted from every corner of the city!
Everyone in Cangnan City witnessed this unbelievable scene... No, given the size of this eye, it was possible that most of Great Xia saw this face—this stitched-together crying and laughing visage, yet one that gazed down at all beings with indifference!
"God..." Zhao Zhengbin tilted his head back, murmuring to himself, "This is... a god?"
This was the first time he had faced a deity directly,
And also the first time for most of Great Xia's population... to face a deity directly.
The instant this face appeared, everything around seemed to vanish. That indifferent gaze contained some kind of power that, casually, tore their reason and courage to shreds.
An unprecedented fear surged from the depths of their souls. Their pupils trembled. They wanted to move their bodies yet couldn't budge an inch... In the end, they even forgot to breathe!
Zhao Zhengbin felt his consciousness gradually blurring, his legs going limp beneath him, his body falling backward...
At that moment, a palm gently supported his back.
The instant that palm touched his body, Zhao Zhengbin's fading consciousness snapped back to clarity. Strength flooded into his body. He quickly steadied himself, and in a daze, turned to look behind him.
A figure draped in a black cloak had somehow arrived behind him.
It was a man with disheveled hair and stubbly beard, looking somewhat scruffy, yet those eyes sparkled like stars. He glanced up at the sky, then smiled at Zhao Zhengbin.
"Are you alright?"
"I'm... I'm fine..." Zhao Zhengbin came to his senses, quickly turned to look around, wanting to find his mother, but the entire street was deserted. There wasn't a third person anywhere.
"Mom? Where's my mom?!"
"Don't panic. In reality, she's just on the other side of the car."
"What do you mean? Reality?" Zhao Zhengbin was somewhat bewildered.
"This is the nightmare world created by Vishnu. Nothing you see here is real... He is too." Hu Jia pointed at the massive face blocking the sky, saying calmly,
"Ten seconds ago, Vishnu performed the Great Dream瞳界 on Great Xia from beyond the atmosphere. Through sunlight refraction, he dragged 365 million people into the nightmare world, intending to annihilate you all here."
"Vishnu? Great Dream瞳界?" Zhao Zhengbin's jaw dropped in shock. The name sounded vaguely familiar—it should be the title of some god from mythology. Then he reacted,
"365 million?? Then... don't you have to go save others? There are still so many people..."
"Not necessary." Hu Jia said calmly,
"In all 365 million dreams, I exist within each one... Although Vishnu is a Supreme God, his art of the mind is far inferior to mine.
With me here, all 365 million people today will return unscathed."
Zhao Zhengbin was stunned for a long time before he vaguely understood Hu Jia's meaning. "You're saying, in the dreams of the other 300+ million people, you're already there? The me you're talking to is just one of 365 millionths of you?"
Hu Jia's brow arched slightly. He smiled. "Correct. You understand quickly."
"But how can you communicate with 365 million people simultaneously? Even computers don't have such terrifying processing power!"
Even though Zhao Zhengbin felt his capacity for accepting things was already quite strong, hearing this answer, he was still somewhat bewildered... In his understanding, what person could possibly have different conversations with 365 million people all at once, and yet the one speaking with him showed not the slightest trace of delay or oddity.
"Where the heart dwells, there I am." Hu Jia glanced at the sky, then slowly said,
"It's about time. You should return now... From here on, just follow the military's directions and head to the shelter.
Don't panic, don't be nervous. No matter what happens, you can unconditionally trust anyone around you wearing a cloak... regardless of what color the cloak is."
With those words, Hu Jia raised his palm and gently clenched his fist toward the massive Vishnu face in the sky.
Bang--!!
That sky-obscuring face of Vishnu, like an image projected onto a mirror, instantly cracked with dense patterns of fractures. With a rumble, it shattered and dissipated!
Fragments of light and shadow rained down from the sky. On the empty street, a single black cloak fluttered gently in the wind.
Hu Jia turned calmly, like a ghost of the city, silently walking toward the void.
"Wait!" A thought quickly formed in Zhao Zhengbin's heart, and he couldn't help but shout out, "People wearing cloaks... you're the mysterious organization that has been protecting Great Xia all this time, aren't you? How... how should I address you?"
The black cloak gradually faded and became translucent in the wind. Vaguely, a voice drifted into his ears:
"Just call us... Night Watch."