Chapter 3 Is the server you uselian tong?

The feeling of entering a dream is similar to skydiving at night. First, it landed vertically in a dark space, and soon a white hole appeared below. There was a faint light inside, and it gradually began to become bright. When I saw a corridor below, I had bent my legs and landed on the ground.

Very good, safe landing.

The slight heat from the right hand should be due to being held by the shadow. I looked down at my right hand, and the temperature turned into a sword handle. In terms of weight, it should be a long sword, but only the hilt had no sword body. No wonder Chengying asked me if I would stab him with a sword before. It turned out that the medium he chose was a long sword.

I shouted Chengying at the hilt of the sword. His reaction was a little slow. After a while, a voice came from his mind: "What is this place?"

I shook my head: "I don't know."

This place is not like Sleeping House, because it is a typical Western style. The corridor is long and wide, with hollow gold wall lamps on both sides. Under my feet is a thick cashmere carpet, which is very soft.

I tentatively took a step on it and found that it was completely different from the type I felt when I dreamed. I subconsciously looked at it and found that there was still spiritual power and extremely faint malice on it. I squatted down to look at the types of spiritual power, and then reported the results to Cheng Ying.

"It's not completely human evil thoughts, and the breath of monsters is attached to it."

"What is the composition ratio?"

I narrowed my eyes and looked at the carpet: "Monsters are the majority, but the inner driven core should be human obsession."

Chengying was silent for two seconds and seemed to be thinking about something.

I stared at the carpet and waited for him to speak. I waited for a long time without hearing the sound. I looked up and found that the hilt in my hand had disappeared, and my contact with him was cut off.

I said, is the server you use is Unicom?

I broke out in a cold sweat and quickly stood up and looked around. Before I could see the scene in front of me clearly, I heard the sound of thrush at the end of the corridor, as if it had been imprisoned for a long time in the dark, moving because of smelling the breath of new people.

In an instant, I straightened my back and stiffly turned my head to the source of the sound. The darkness hid the shape of all objects, and the fragrance spread infinitely in the deep darkness.

This is definitely not my dream.

I have never been abroad, and I have never seen such a prosperous Western-style building. Such a delicate wall lamp in the corridor is not only eight grams of brain capacity that I can imagine, not to mention... Will I expect to be hunted down in my dream?

My brain capacity is only eight grams, but that doesn't mean I have no brain and no chest!

I put my hand behind my back and tried to find the defense of objects such as desk lamps. Senior Taoist priests can use a lot of Taoism in their dreams, but I basically can't use a few. In order to save my life, I have to give up long-range attacks and transfer to close combat. However, before I could find out anything, the breath in the dark became rapid.

is very thick and heavy. The preliminary judgment is that it is at least an adult lion-sized beast.

I was stunned in the dark for three seconds, and the cold sweat flowed down like a waterfall.

Chengying... Did you buy me accidental injury insurance before I took over the task?

With the approaching breath, I slowly tightened my fist and quickly recalled the Taoism that could be used here and now in my mind. Hufeng? The corridor is too narrow to display; call for rain? I haven't finished reading the curse, and I guess it has jumped in front of me; thunder? I'm afraid I'll die before it if I split into the corridor... lead electricity?

Yes! Electricity! This damage can be controlled manually, and there are also seven or eight wall lamps in the corridor that can be used as props. As long as they are used properly, they can completely cause continuous attacks.

I pulled down the wall lamp behind me with my back, preliminarily estimated the target position, and decisively recited the spell. A second ago, this guy was 30 meters away from me, and it was only 10 meters in a blink of an eye... Is it a flying man? This guy's speed is too fast!

I recited the spell three times as fast as usual, and the wind pulled it violently from me. After a short silence, the shadow rushed out of the darkness, and the speed appeared in front of me in an instant.

It's too late to react and confirm. The judgment of life and death is between lightning.

I quickly pointed out my finger to the shadow, and the sword finger pronounced the last word of the spell when it touched its forehead. The blue lightning immediately emerged from my fingertips, wrapped in a galloping dark shadow with a burning temperature. It burst into a sad scream and fell in front of me with its head in front of me.

It worked!

I withdrew my right hand and looked at the shadow. It was rolling around rhythmically on the ground with its head in its arms. Although the hair was electrocut into an ionized shape, it could be clearly seen as a human body shape.

...and so on.

Human?

I looked down at the thing that was electrocuted into an explosive head, and sure enough, I found a nose and two eyes on it. Although the bottom of his nose was protected by his hands and could not be seen clearly, he proved my guess in human language: "It hurts! It hurts so much!"

Sure enough, the electricity is wrong.

I laughed dryly and touched my nose and walked over to apologize: "I'm sorry, uncle, I just hit the wrong person."

The man raised his head when he heard the words. As soon as he looked at me, he stepped back ten steps with his hands and feet: "Don't come over! I only have 39.9 cents! I can give it to you if you want! I really can't take out more!"

Do I look so much like a money robber?! And it's so poor that it's robbed 9.9 cents?!

I suppressed the impulse to make him an idiot and walked to him to look at him. This guy is the only living person I met in my dream, and I may not be able to get some information from him. So he bent the corners of his lips and smiled at him, trying to pinch his voice into a gentle type: "Uncle, let me ask you something, did you dream before you met me?"

"I don't know! I don't know anything!" He shook his head and retreated, with a more and more frightened expression. If this situation is changed, I should exclaim "don't" pitifully with tears in the corners of my eyes. After the change of roles, it makes me feel extremely weird and obscene. Does the uncle think I'm a robber?

I won't rob myself!

I was angry from my heart. I picked up my sleeves and was ready to have a non-violent non-cooperation with him. Looking at the uncle, I felt something was wrong. It seemed that his eyes crossed me and fell directly behind...

I looked back behind me, and the long corridor remained unchanged. The lights turned into the darkness, and the vision was dark. I didn't find any problem after looking at it for a long time. I was ready to turn around and find that there was a layer of fog in front of me. This feeling is like looking at the world through a piece of glass. Although the world behind the lens is not covered, it always makes people feel moldy.

There is something there.

I frowned slightly and released spiritual power to detect the front. The spiritual force turned around in front and completely disappeared into the darkness after a slight pause.

It's not enough. I sweated in the bottom of my heart. In this case, not to mention judging the strength of the other party, I can't even feel the other party's body. If it has any malice towards me, I will probably die directly here.

I looked back at my uncle and unexpectedly found that his pupils began to be lax. The continuous gas of life spread out of him. Although it is slight, it continues. From the flow direction, it seems to be heading in its direction... Not good! It is absorbing the spirit of uncle's life!

I didn't have time to think, and my left hand instinctively pinched the decision. Although my uncle's misunderstanding makes me feel bad, I will still let go of my resentment when it is time to save people. I looked at the explosive head that had fallen into a state of fainting and patted my right hand down to point to his forehead. Unexpectedly, I was suddenly pulled hard behind me... Opening my eyes again was the familiar hotel ceiling.