What’s wrong with the dream world!

Without paying any attention to Zhu Qin or waiting for Zhu Yajing, Yu Xiu De stepped into the empty elevator very naturally and pressed the elevator button.

If Zhu Qin just misunderstood the relationship between Yu Xiu De and Zhu Ya Jing, then although Yu Xiu De would still feel unhappy, he would not be so angry as to start cursing... After all, Yu Xiu De is not like Fang Xue Mu who has no empathy at all.

However, this stupid, uneducated, impatient woman, who had clearly been infected with the "real dream" many years ago, now turned the tables and blamed herself just because she saw the booklet in her hand.

Although it is understandable that one may become confused due to concern, Yu Xiu De does not have as much empathy as Fang Xue Han.

So before the elevator door was completely closed, Yu Xiude nodded to Zhu Yajing, indicating that he had received Zhu Yajing's apology.

Then, he turned his gaze to Zhuqin, staring at her with an expressionless face, and said lightly:

"nerve."

The slight anger that had just ignited in him dissipated with these words.

As soon as he finished speaking, the elevator door closed, and with the sound of the elevator running, Yu Xiu De left cleanly and neatly.

He was very busy tonight and had no time to pay attention to a stubborn mother who cared about her daughter but was not good at expressing herself and had extremely narrow vision.

The moment Zhuqin fell asleep was enough for Yu Xiude to quickly sort out the thoughts of this suspected senior believer of "real dreamland", just like swallowing a whole apple.

Zhu Qin, who was criticized sharply by Yu Xiu De, suddenly slowed down the emotions that had been brewing. She was a little at a loss and stared blankly at the closed elevator door.

God...nerve?

Zhuqin felt like she was being scolded.

She originally thought that Yu Xiu De was a missionary from the "real dreamland". After all, she had met many people handing out leaflets on her way home, some of whom wore robes and some did not.

Because she was too concerned and had indeed suffered greatly from it, Zhuqin immediately mistook Yu Xiude, who was flipping through a booklet and standing very close to her eldest daughter, for a missionary in a "real dreamland".

But Yu Xiu De's calm temperament, his departure without any regrets, and the very natural and indifferent curse made her calm down a little.

Although she didn't know his exact appearance, Zhuqin had recognized Yu Xiude from Zhu Yajing's gestures and writing, and had also heard of Yu Xiude from her little daughter.

Zhuqin was certainly worried about her eldest daughter. After all, Zhu Yajing was deaf and dumb, and she had an inappropriately warm heart and an overly optimistic attitude. So when she heard from Zhu Yajing that there was a young man of the same age who knew sign language, was very gentle, and was willing to stop and listen to her "talk", and lived next door, she almost couldn't help but want to visit him.

This sounds so fake.

It's as fake as the man who abandoned his family and children. It's not real.

It was just because she was so busy with work and it was too abrupt to visit someone so late at night, so Zhuqin entrusted her little daughter Zhu Yueyu to secretly observe what kind of person Yu Xiu De was.

However, the description of Yu Xiu De by Zhu Yueyu seemed much more credible to Zhu Qin.

"The man who's been making my sister giggle so much lately seems like an ordinary guy. He goes to get off work on time every day, and his communication with my sister isn't that frequent. He can only understand my sister's sign language and greets her when he passes by."

"Several times when my sister invited him to our house for tea, he agreed, but my sister rejected many of her invitations. Furthermore, that man never invited my sister to his house for a chat... Well, I have to give this man some credit."

"Overall, he's a strange, seemingly pure-hearted person, but if you ignore his dead fish eyes, he doesn't look like a bad guy."

The little daughter's description echoed in Zhuqin's mind.

Dead fish eyes...pure heart...

Looking at her eldest daughter who was standing in front of her, showing a rare look of anger on her face and constantly making various gestures, Zhuqin realized that the person she had just scolded was probably the "good neighbor" that her eldest daughter often kept at hand.

"He's not a missionary. A missionary forced the brochure on him!"

Zhu Yajing defended Yu Xiude.

Her hearing aid worked so well that she was able to hear the brief words Yu Xiu De left before he left, in which he scolded her mother.

But Zhu Yajing was not someone who could not tell right from wrong. In her opinion, her mother was at fault first, so she naturally had to speak for Yu Xiude.

"We need to apologize to them."

"apologize?"

Zhuqin obviously understood Zhu Yajing's sign language.

Looking at her eldest daughter speaking for outsiders, Zhuqin's original sense of guilt instantly dissipated, and was replaced by a kind of anger... an anger that felt like being betrayed.

Being close to outsiders is a betrayal of family.

"Zhu Yajing, you are considerate of your neighbor, but are you considerate of your mother?"

Zhuqin spoke in a bad tone and looked at her eldest daughter with eyes full of oppression. Unlike her impatience when facing Yu Xiude, she showed an absolute suppressive power when facing her eldest daughter who she lived with day and night.

She said firmly:

"I don't care how much fun you had chatting with that neighbor before, but from now on, don't have anything to do with him anymore!"

"He has gone astray!"

'He didn't!'

Zhu Yajing became anxious and her pretty face turned red.

She didn't know why her mother reacted so strongly when she saw the flyer.

Obviously...obviously...

……

Mingming what?

Zhu Yajing, whose thinking had a flaw, fell into confusion again. She stopped what she was doing and didn't know how to refute her mother for a moment.

Zhuqin interpreted Zhu Yajing's silence as obedience to her, just as always.

She nervously looked at the elevator number that had stopped at her floor, hesitated for a moment, and ultimately did not choose to call the police. Instead, she calmed herself down and pressed the elevator button to go home.

She had no money to move, and she didn't dare call the police... because she had already suffered deeply, and calling the police would get herself into trouble, and her job would not allow her to spend too much time and energy on her personal affairs.

Therefore, she could only ask her daughter to stay away from the neighbor for the time being...at least until she could confirm that the neighbor was normal.

She couldn't go back, but she would never allow her daughters to be infected with the "real dream".

……

……

Qianpeng City, in a suburb, inside a church.

Number Thirteen, wearing a dark purple monk's robe and with a gloomy expression, was standing in the center of the church, facing a strange statue with his eyes closed in prayer.

The church here was originally a small one, and the owner of the faith behind it had even passed away, making it one of the few Orthodox churches on the verge of being expelled from the federation.

But when No. 13 came to visit and stepped into the church, it had already become one of the countless disposable temporary bases of "Real Dreamland".

"Real Dreamland" is an organization that gathers around him. It has no headquarters, or rather, its headquarters moves along with this young man who is dressed exactly like the priest and always has a compassionate expression on his face.

The sculpture in the center of the church has long been replaced.

Unlike the previous sculpture, which was tall and solemn and carved into a saint in a robe, the new sculpture did not have any sacred aura at all.

It was a blasphemous sphere.

A sphere inlaid with many heads with painful expressions, broken limbs, dilated and sinister eyes, exuding a strong evil aura, just like a ball of flesh made up of many people and sculpted out of stone.

It is [Nightmare].

The Nightmare that grows with the growth of the Priest.

Number Thirteen, from a toddler, to a teenager, and now a young adult.

[Nightmare], originally the [Pillow Monster] captured by the young Thirteen, gradually superimposed [Sleepwalker], [Dream Shadow], [Dream Butterfly]... and now it is a fusion and mixture that can create a "real dreamland" nightmare.

Having witnessed true salvation in his childhood, the [Priest] could no longer resist the urge to create the gods he worshipped with his own hands.

A "god" who can replace his original vision and change this hopeless world.

If the powerful "God" is unwilling to save the world...

Then let those believers who believe in the power of “God” but are disappointed with the indifference of “God” come.

Real Dreamland: Chapter 74 Prayer and Undercurrent

In fact, No. 13 came to Qianpeng City not to look for [Nightmare], but to preach and collect materials.

After all, the fate of the [Priest] has nothing to do with the realm of "dreams". If he wants to reproduce the power of "salvation", he must allow his fate to develop, grow, and derive - in the way he wants.

And "faith" is his way.

Those whose fate involves the field of "dreams" will be sent to the "sacred throne" cast by the "priest", and they will be transformed into a kind of belief, a symbol, and the power of prayer will be used to mix them together.

Number Thirteen also has requirements for the objects of prayer. He needs those who are "guilty" and have fates involving the realm of "dreams".

This is not a requirement of ability, but his obsession.

This was also a poor imitation of Number Six, and Number Thirteen knew it.

Therefore, he must collect more, prepare longer, and have more believers before he can take action.

He heard that a super criminal involved in the field of "dreams" had recently come to Qianpeng City, and his code name seemed to be "Dream Invader".

Number Thirteen didn't care about the code name. After all, the criminals on the wanted list were just like those superheroes, most of them had flashy names.

Their titles all sound very powerful, and in the eyes of ordinary people they seem to be high above and untouchable figures, but there are also differences between the owners of these destinies.

This is the truth that young No. 13 understood when he was in research institute.

This was also confirmed once again when he captured the "Pillow Demon" that sneaked into his dreams, took pleasure in fear, and drove thirty-seven people crazy and to death.

……

Inside the church, under the fanatical gazes of the "Real Dreamland" believers, Number Thirteen put his palms together, closed his eyes and prayed to the evil and ugly spherical statue.

However, if there are other people with a destiny related to the field of "faith" here, they will find that the thick dark purple color emanating from the fanatical believers and the light purple light coming from all directions outside the church have not stained the statue at all.

All of this power of faith, which exists in the form of a purple sticky substance because of the characteristic color of the "Real Dreamland" cult, is gathered on No. 13.

It was as if they were not worshipping the "nightmare" but the "priest". Similarly, no believer could see the deep disgust in the priest's closed eyes.

Number Thirteen was actually not satisfied with the "nightmare" he had created.

Over the years, as No. 13 captured more and more people with the "Dream" realm destiny, his perception of the people in the "Dream" realm became more and more acute. The traces left by those people with the "Dream" realm destiny who were considered guilty by No. 13 were too obvious.

At the beginning, No. 13 could only look for people like "dream people". He would maliciously tell the dreamers what he had done to them in the dream, letting them experience it clearly in the dream without any concealment, and then bring the memories back to reality to vent his evil desires. In his opinion, the owner of the guilty fate.

Later, he was able to use "Nightmare" to identify the owners of the "Dream" realm whose actions were secretive, but he still adhered to his principles and only used the "guilty" owners of the "Nightmare" to refine and pray.

And now, he doesn't even need "Nightmare", he can directly sense the influence left by the owner of the "Dream" realm destiny.

Because he believes in "dreams", he uses his "beliefs" to identify those whose fates involve the field of "dreams".

It’s not that No. 13 didn’t try to find No. 6. After all, people will change. Maybe No. 6, who is indifferent to reality, has changed in the few years since he left the institute and is willing to join his salvation plan?

But he failed at the first step.

He searched many areas and captured many people whose fates were related to the "dream" field, who he thought were guilty. He also used the refined "nightmare" to quietly leave an influence in many places. However, more than ten years later, he did not find even a trace of the "nightmare".

It was as if [Nightmare] had never appeared in people's dreams for all these years.

This made No. 13 a little confused. He had captured so many people with the "dream" realm, so naturally he had some understanding of this group... Asking them who had the ability to travel through dreams not to travel through other people's dreams was just like asking people who had the ability to read minds not to read minds. It was basically impossible.

Many years ago, Number Zero had become a household name throughout the world, and Number Thirteen had also more or less inquired about the others, and had even met some of them... But Number Six had simply disappeared from the face of the earth, with no news at all.

There were no people in the research institute whose fate involved the field of "omniscience", and those whose fate involved the field of "omniscience" were not easy to find, so in the end, No. 13 chose to honestly capture people whose fate in the field of "dream" was guilty in his opinion and should be used as materials for his goal of saving the world, and stack, stack, and stack again; fuse, fuse, and fuse again.

In the end, it was a crudely made "fake" that did have some of the spirit of "Nightmare" and was usable.

Whether it was the holy text that No. 13 compiled or the image of "Nightmare" that he spread, they were all described according to Yu Xiu De himself, and the power of faith can in turn act on the object of faith, so "Nightmare" does have some shadows of [Nightmare].

This is also the reason why Yu Xiu De always feels that the "real dreamland" has an inexplicable sense of déjà vu, because this is a fake made by No. 13.

……

……

"...Isn't he asleep yet?"

Feeling the seeds he had sown over the past decade continuously feeding back to him, providing him with the power of faith, making the "nightmare" stronger and the "real dreamland" more real, No. 13 opened his eyes, his face full of compassion.

He didn't want to confront Number Six.

Even if we put aside the changes in strength over the years, it was No. 6 who led everyone away in the beginning.

So he wanted to talk to Number Six.

Talk frankly and openly.

Let’s talk about the past, the present, and our ideals.

Anyway, there is plenty of time for dreams.