What’s wrong with the dream world!

This made Ji Linchun, who had originally relaxed, nervous again, because he clearly remembered that he would lock the door every time he slept with his wives.

But behind the door appeared two people, one big and one small, holding hands, like father and son, or brothers, and they came in very naturally as if the door was not locked.

In the dim light that made people drowsy, what made Ji Linchun feel even more uneasy and frightened was that he vaguely noticed that the child who was being led by the hand had a feeling of emptiness under his left shoulder, as if something was missing.

Tick, tick.

Besides the rapid breathing of his wives, Ji Linchun could also hear the sound of liquid dripping on the floor and smell the faint smell of rust...

is blood!

Ji Linchun wanted to scream, but he noticed that his wives, who were clinging to him, also covered their mouths, trembling all over and panicking.

This made Ji Linchun suppress the fear in his heart, and he barely mustered up the courage to ask:

"who are you?"

At the same time, he pressed the switch on the bedside, brightening the entire dim room.

Although this might not be wise, Ji Linchun would rather take the risk than return to the eerie atmosphere of the horror movie just now.

The lights came on, and what came into Ji Linchun's sight was a young priest wearing dark monk's clothes and with a compassionate expression, and a one-armed boy wearing a light-colored hospital gown stained with fresh blood and with a compassionate expression.

What made Ji Linchun shudder in his heart was the little boy who was being led. It seemed as if his left shoulder had been torn off by some monster, and the wound was still bleeding. But even so, the boy did not show any pain on his face. Instead, he maintained a compassion similar to that of the priest.

The priest did not answer the man's question, nor did the boy. The two of them did not even glance at Ji Linchun on the bed, and turned away again.

Keeping holding hands, the priest closed the door quickly, so fast that it seemed as if something was chasing them.

Before Ji Linchun could breathe a sigh of relief and prepare to comfort his trembling wives, the door opened again.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

This time, Ji Linchun could no longer control the fear in his heart and screamed!

Because the person who came in this time was a young man wearing a white shirt and black trousers, who looked like he had just returned home from get off work.

In his hand, he was holding the remains of a child that was dripping with blood. Considering the difference between the big and small arms, it was easy to understand who the arm belonged to. However, this was not the fundamental reason why Ji Linchun couldn't control his screams.

What horrified Ji Linchun the most was the man’s face.

A face very similar to the boy whose arm had just been torn off.

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Unlike the priest and the little boy who looked like they were fleeing, this young man seemed calm and composed.

He did not leave as quickly as the previous two did. Instead, he slowly scanned the walls, floor, ceiling, beds, and the men and women on the beds with his dull eyes.

[Nightmare] is reading this dream and leaving its influence here to prevent the fleeing No. 13 and "Nightmare" from escaping here again.

Finally, he fixed his gaze on Ji Linchun, tilted his head, and his tone contained a hint of surprise.

"Ji Linchun?"

Ji Linchun was horrified to hear his name from the man's mouth.

But he clearly didn't know the young man in front of him.

Fear caused blood to gather in his brain and his heart to beat wildly. Just when Ji Linchun was about to faint, the man finally moved.

It was as if he had understood everything, lost interest in this place, turned around and left without any reluctance, leaving behind a sentence that made Ji Linchun think about it with horror!

"You have a rich imagination..."

Holding "Yam"'s arm, Yu Xiu De considerately closed the door, no longer disturbing the sweet dreams of this real textile factory worker.

The hint of surprise in his eyes was not fake, because [Nightmare] was not some old monster who had experienced the mortal world in dreams, and he rarely explored other people's dreams since leaving the institute.

"The women I like just happen to like me..."

"I can even sleep with my lover and live in peace with him..."

'Um……'

Isn't this obviously a dream?

[Nightmare] I feel like I might be lacking in imagination.

But Yu Xiu De, who has lived two lives as a human, feels that there is no need for him to feel sorry for his lack of imagination in certain areas.

Some dreams are useful, they make people wake up, they have realistic symbolic meanings, and they are full of educational significance.

And some dreams... well...

It is purely a compensation mechanism.

As he traveled through one dream after another, Yu Xiu De gradually discovered that the dreams in his "real dreamland" seemed to be basically of this kind.

……

……

With the "real dreamland" as the chase ground, a chase involving the dreams of hundreds of thousands of people is quietly unfolding.

[The Priest] and "Nightmare" were hiding non-stop in the dreams of hundreds of thousands of people. Not long after arriving in one dream, they would immediately move on to the next one.

[Nightmare], on the other hand, is calm and unhurried, even having the leisure to stay for a moment in every dream it visits, to get to know the dream owner and to analyze their desires.

Every profession has its own specialization, and no one is omnipotent.

When No. 13 chose to fight Yu Xiu De in his dream, the outcome of the battle had already been decided.

……

In the auditorium, a couple who had been in love for many years entered the marriage hall in a natural way.

Just as the two were taking their vows, the door opened and a young priest wearing religious attire different from that of the officiating pastor, hurriedly walked through the wedding scene with a child with a broken arm amid the screams of the crowd, and then disappeared out of thin air.

This unexpected change naturally caused a commotion, but as a calm and majestic voice rang out in the church, everything returned to calm.

"I'm going to ask both newcomers the same question. It's a long question. Please answer it after listening to it."

"Groom, are you willing to marry..."

The sound continued, and the commotion caused by the priest and the little boy, and the bloodstains left behind, had disappeared.

The newlyweds followed the procedure and made their vows in front of the pastor with a pair of lifeless eyes.

The audience gave warm applause and offered their best wishes to the happy couple.

No one noticed anything wrong with the pastor holding the scripture and the bloody arm tucked under his armpit.

……

……

Outside the operating room, a man who is now a husband and a future father is pacing back and forth outside the room.

Under the light outside the operating room, just as the man's heart was growing heavier, the door of the operating room opened.

A young priest, whose clothes were out of place in the hospital, walked out of the operating room with a gloomy expression, holding the hand of a boy with a broken arm and a broken leg, and quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor.

The bloodstains left by the boy on the floor also disappeared along with the two of them, as if swallowed by the floor.

The man rubbed his eyes, thinking it was an illusion.

But the operating room door really opened.

"Congratulations, sir. Both mother and child are safe."

The doctor, his surgical gown stained with blood, appeared at the door of the operating room and congratulated the man in a calm tone.

The sound of a baby crying was heard in the operating room.

The man who was overjoyed at the sound of the baby crying seemed to be unaware of the unusualness of the doctor in front of him, whose lifeless eyes were revealed between the mask and surgical cap, and who was holding an arm and a leg in each hand.

……

……

As No. 13 traveled through the dream, the compassion on his face gradually faded, replaced by a bit of panic.

Just like in the dream, when he was a child, he was panicked, at a loss, and didn't know what to do when facing Zero with light in his eyes.

Number Thirteen could feel the weight beside him getting lighter and lighter, but he didn't dare look back because "Nightmare" told him that [Nightmare] was still chasing them.

If you are not careful, you will be caught up.

But even without the time to turn around, No. 13 saw from the corner of his eye what kind of horrible changes were happening to the Nightmare.

Arms, thighs, limbs...

Eyes, teeth, tongue, ears...

Head... torso...

Every time traveling through the dream, it is like facing a severe punishment. The body parts of the "Nightmare" are torn off one by one. The "Nightmare" worshipped by at least hundreds of thousands of people is like a broken rag doll, heading towards destruction step by step.

Number Thirteen is actually unable to perceive the specific influence of the "Dream" realm. His perception of the "Dream" realm mainly relies on the blessing of the "Nightmare" generated by his belief in the "Nightmare", which allows him to temporarily borrow the power of the "Nightmare".

But as the Nightmare weakened, Thirteen's perception of the Nightmare chasing him became increasingly blurred, as if the creature chasing him and the Nightmare wasn't actually human...

The one chasing him is an invisible and intangible ghost!

"Don't resist, Thirteen."

"Don't you think the 'God' next to you seems to be missing something?"

Yu Xiude's cold voice rang directly beside No. 13's ears.

There was no teasing of playing with prey, no anger in the face of enemies, Yu Xiu De's voice was only as deep and calm as the sea.

This wasn't a battle from the start.

When No. 13 chose to meet Yu Xiu De in a dream, the ending was already determined.

……

"..."

Number Thirteen pretended not to hear Yu Xiu De's words, even though all that was left in his left hand was the right arm of "Yan".

In the long chase in the dream just now, "Nightmare" had been torn apart by "Nightmare", so that the person who had kept a trick up his sleeve now changed from Yu Xiu De to No. 13.

But even so, No. 13 still tried his best to travel through dreams, and travel through as many dreams as possible.

The [Priest] is not as proficient in [Nightmare]. He appears and disappears very abruptly every time. He can only wait for the "real dream" to repair itself and heal his abnormality.

[Nightmare] blended in naturally, wandered around for a while, and then chased after it slowly.

On the one hand, it was because Yu Xiu De understood that what No. 13 currently had in the dream was just a "burning body", an incarnation forged by the faith of the believers in the "real dreamland" in No. 13. Killing him in the dream was useless, and even if he was trapped, he could not prevent the incarnation in this "faith" realm from collapsing on its own.

On the other hand, just like the [Priest] whose fate involves the field of "faith" always wants to find a being to pray, the [Nightmare] also has the tendency of being a person with the fate of "dream", that is, he likes to wander in the dreams of others.

……

The scene switches, switches, and switches again.

The dream shuttles back and forth, and then shuttles back and forth again.

A whole arm... forearm... palm.

Finally, when only the palm of his hand remained of the "nightmare" in No. 13's hand, he stopped and no longer traveled through dreams.

The remaining power of "Nightmare" can only barely support the "real dreamland" with the nourishment of a large amount of faith power, and it is impossible for No. 13 to continue to travel through the dreamland.

Finally, he stayed in a very wonderful dream.

Compared with other dreams, this dream seems very monotonous, but also very strange.

There are long tables, round stools, display windows, and all kinds of steaming canteen dishes behind the windows. There is also a faceless puppet in a chef's uniform holding a soup spoon and acting as if he is serving rice and adding dishes.

The whole dream was like a huge cafeteria.

In the cafeteria, besides No. 13 who had kept a hand, there was only one middle-aged woman who looked quite old, and she was the owner of this dream.

Bamboo zither.

She was picking up her plate and eating heartily without any image, and she didn't notice that a priest suddenly appeared in the cafeteria.

Zhuqin was obsessed with what was in front of him.

The simple white shirt of this middle-aged woman, who was over fifty years old, was stained with food juice without her realizing it. The buttons of the shirt were tight and her belly seemed a little unnaturally bloated.

She eats too much.