"Ambush." Jiang Baimian didn't have time to explain the situation to "Garibaldi" Giuseppe in detail, only giving the most basic explanation.

At this time, Shang Jianyao had already turned his gaze to the side window.

Against the backdrop of the night outside and the lights inside, it was like a mirror, reflecting Shang Jianyao's appearance.

He looked at himself and said in a deep voice:

"Look:

"This world is very likely just a dream, there's no need to be so serious;

"We can't tell when we're awake and when we're dreaming;

"So..."

After a brief pause, Shang Jianyao gave the conclusion himself.

He curled the corner of his mouth and said with a smile:

"So, we're actually always dreaming, always in a dream."

Long Yuehong was puzzled and couldn't help asking:

"Can't you influence yourself without a mirror?"

At most, he still needed to say the relevant conditions of "Reasoning Clown."

"If I don't do this, how can I demonstrate it to you?" Shang Jianyao replied righteously.

Jiang Baimian in the passenger seat nodded thoughtfully:

"You want to classify all encounters as dreaming, regardless of reality or dream? In this way, as long as you keep this in mind, you won't die in reality from fatal injuries in the dream..."

With the subconscious realization that "it's a dream," even if the dream is real, it will at most startle Shang Jianyao and not trigger corresponding physiological changes, leading to sudden death.

"What reality? Everything is a dream!" Shang Jianyao emphasized firmly.

He then opened his arms, slightly raised his body, and looked at the air, saying:

"Illusory dreams everywhere, why be serious?"

His "Reasoning Clown" had used the "Mirage Dragon Cult's" doctrine.

This was the basis for the "reasoning" to be successfully established and have a good effect.

"Do you want us to accept this idea too?" Jiang Baimian carefully chose her words to comply with Shang Jianyao's meaning, so as not to break his current state, after all, "Reasoning Clown" was easily punctured by contrary facts or certain remarks.

And clearly, using "idea" at this time was more in line with Shang Jianyao's cognition than "reasoning."

Shang Jianyao laughed:

"Yes, no matter what you encounter in a dream, you're always dreaming, and there won't be any substantial impact. We understand and master this fact, and there won't be any problems."

He indirectly answered Jiang Baimian's question with an affirmative attitude.

Hearing this, Long Yuehong had to admit that Shang Jianyao's method made a lot of sense, but he also felt that there seemed to be something wrong or overlooked.

He thought for a moment and said:

"If we don't distinguish between reality and dream, and treat everything as a dream, then we can indeed avoid the impact of 'real dream', but if we are really in reality? Facing a real attack with the attitude of facing a dream doesn't seem very stable..."

He would be careless, numb, and underestimate the situation.

And a real attack can directly lead to death.

Shang Jianyao laughed:

"The entire Ashlands is itself a dream. Unless you enter a new world, you will always be in a dream, and there will be no real reality."

A bit of sophistry... Long Yuehong knew that Shang Jianyao's theory was wrong, but he couldn't find where it was wrong for a moment.

Shang Jianyao continued:

"Moreover, even in a dream, we can't sit still and be slaughtered.

"When you play a game, would you indulge the character you control to die, lose experience, and lose equipment just because it's a game?"

"No." Long Yuehong still had a competitive heart in this regard.

Shang Jianyao laughed again:

"So..."

The word "so" made Long Yuehong tremble, always suspecting that he had unknowingly been hit by "Reasoning Clown."

"So, whether in reality or in a dream, we must try our best to avoid things that can harm us. And if we really can't avoid it, in a dream, you still have a chance to survive, but in reality, the game is really over," Shang Jianyao further explained, "It's better to treat it as a dream."

That's right, if you can't avoid it in a dream, you probably can't avoid it in reality either... Long Yuehong initially agreed with Shang Jianyao's theory.

"Hurry up." Jiang Baimian urged Shang Jianyao, "Take advantage of the fact that everyone can still 'communicate', um, whether this is reality or a networked dream, it's better than a single dream with no communication."

Shang Jianyao immediately used "Reasoning Clown" to spread his "doctrine," while letting Jiang Baimian, Long Yuehong, Bai Chen, and Giuseppe believe that the entire Ashlands was a dream, and they didn't need to be so serious about attacks and injuries.

His "Reasoning Clown" could now affect nine people at once, but the prerequisite was that the corresponding conditions could be shared.

Of course, he couldn't guarantee the final result too much. After all, everyone's experiences and cognitions were different. The same conditions could twist out different conclusions with their own characteristics. Shang Jianyao could only say that he would try his best to guide them.

Fortunately, in terms of dreams, the four people in the car "reasoned" out similar results.

"Slow down a little, even slower." Jiang Baimian turned her head and instructed Bai Chen.

Bai Chen said without much concern:

"Anyway, it's a dream, and at this speed, even in the city, it's considered slow. With me watching, there won't be a car accident."

"You can't think that way." Jiang Baimian said seriously, "Maybe it's a dream within a dream now. If you don't slow down, you might implicate the dream outside and cause a car accident. Although there's nothing wrong with a car accident in a dream, it's equivalent to failure."

Bai Chen thought about it carefully, but couldn't quite understand the team leader's meaning. But slowing down a little wasn't a big deal. She was too lazy to argue, and let the jeep move like a giant snail.

Buzz!

A motorcycle passed it.

Ding-a-ling!

A bicycle passed it.

Hehe.

Several pedestrians laughed and passed it.

Beep! Beep!

The vehicles behind either urged the seemingly out-of-power jeep or went around it.

Bai Chen remained unmoved, driving slowly, treating it all as a dream.

Shang Jianyao raised his hand and touched his chin, his expression already serious:

"Now there's another problem."

"What problem?" Long Yuehong blurted out.

Shang Jianyao said solemnly:

"What if the enemy launches a physical attack in reality while we're all in the dream?"

"This..." Long Yuehong immediately realized the seriousness of the problem.

Just then, he suddenly felt the surrounding air become viscous, and soon it condensed into "iron plates."

His breathing immediately became less smooth, and the oxygen entering his lungs became less and less.

This reminded Long Yuehong of his encounter on the seventh floor of the Sikaro Temple.

He subconsciously turned his gaze to Shang Jianyao, Jiang Baimian, and other companions.

This look almost made Long Yuehong's heart and lungs stop.

Except for Bai Chen, who he couldn't see in front of him, everyone else's expressions became wooden, and their eyes were extremely dull.

They sat there, letting their faces gradually turn red, slowly developing into purple, and letting their breathing become more and more rapid, but it had little effect.

Long Yuehong was about to push Shang Jianyao out of the car with force when his body suddenly felt cold, as if some kind of cold aura had invaded him.

His movements quickly became stiff, and his thinking became slower and slower.

He felt the difficulty of breathing, and the discomfort of having his neck strangled.

But he was powerless to do anything about it, and could only watch blankly and endure it.

Before long, he saw Jiang Baimian, Shang Jianyao, and Giuseppe's faces turn blue-purple in extreme pain, and their tongues also stuck out.

Long Yuehong's head then entered a dazed state, and his eyes went black.

Am I going to die? Is this the experience of dying? Fortunately, it's just a dream, otherwise I would really die... Long Yuehong's thoughts gradually drifted away.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly woke up and found that he was still sitting on the left side of the back row of the jeep. Jiang Baimian, Shang Jianyao, and others were still alive and unchanged.

In addition, Bai Chen, as before, kept the vehicle moving slowly.

"Sure enough, after knowing it's a dream, waking up won't really lead to death. The human body has a self-protection mechanism in extreme states," Jiang Baimian said with emotion from the passenger seat.

She immediately said to Shang Jianyao:

"Use 'Reasoning Clown' again."

With the concept of "waking up," the previous "reasoning" was broken.

"Okay!" Shang Jianyao was very proactive and enthusiastic about this.

…………

In the real world, the gemstone blue jeep was moving forward like a snail, attracting a lot of surprised gazes and honking and cursing.

Jiang Baimian, Shang Jianyao, Bai Chen, Long Yuehong, and Giuseppe in the car were all leaning on the back of their seats, with their eyes tightly closed.

Their breathing was very smooth and seemed long, as if they had fallen into a deep sleep.

At this time, a brown off-road vehicle drove out from the side.

Its window suddenly rolled down, and a rocket launcher loaded with an anti-tank round extended out.

The dark muzzle of the rocket launcher was aimed at the "Old Task Force's" jeep.