From my dream, I saw with my own eyes that Gray and Kay were in a new predicament on Kuroshio Island. I nodded with satisfaction and turned back to express my gratitude to a rickety old man.

"Thank you, Dad. As long as I wake up those two young men, they will probably find a way to rescue me too."

The one who spoke in Kay and Gray's dream was definitely me.

It is easy to destroy a dream outside the dream. You can use methods such as slapping, kicking, flooding, burning, etc. You can also use contradictions in the dream to highlight the absurdity of the dream and make the person who is addicted to it suddenly wake up. But this behavior itself requires skills.

And talent, I can only rely on the help of Dad Hu Ke, otherwise I will be like a road idiot, how can I guide and plan other people's driving routes?

For example, at this time, an old liar with a white beard appears and tells you: "As a mature Maya, you should learn to use your own mage skills. Why don't you open the skill tree quickly?"

Then I will teach you how to master the one-handed sword, two-handed sword, war hammer, dual-wield weapon mastery, charge, cleave, rage, whirlwind, critical strike enhancement, endurance, and battle cry, saving a little bit of level one.

Illumination meaning.

"Okay, now let's try to eat this Balrog alone."

Just ask if you dare to go up?

"Didn't I tell you not to get involved in this matter?!"

Father Hook's old face was as wrinkled as a dehydrated orange peel. He wanted to poke his fingers through my eye sockets. He probably wanted to dig out the memory in my brain to see what I remembered.

But how could I take such a trivial matter to my heart? I would naturally spread my hands without any guilt.

"Now that things have come to this, what can we do now?"

Before Father Hook could say his next curse, he was as stunned as Master Hong, who was fighting against a British boxer in the ring and lacked stamina. He couldn't take a breath and his face turned red instantly.

I took the opportunity to turn around and scold the old man.

"I admit that what you said is right, but things are not that simple. For example, in Train to Busan, I escaped the zombies in six carriages, but I couldn't escape the hearts of the people in one carriage. What does this mean?"

Father Hook looked at me fiercely: "...What does it mean?"

I explained: "Explain that one section is better than six sections. King of kings, ham sausage, jelly, I want Xizhilang - I want to be an astronaut when I grow up!"

Even though Father Hook was in his dream, I almost lost his temper because of my anger. The pure white boundless dream around me flickered, as if encountering a lightbulb with unstable power.

"Then you can become an astronaut yourself! Don't think that you can do whatever you want by relying on some unknown beings! If you fell to the bottom of the dream just now, no matter how great you are, you won't be able to escape!"

"The bottom of the dreamland? Are you talking about the figure that seems to have a total loss of image quality because it is not a big membership? It only looks like a 360P resolution?"

I asked curiously.

Father Hook was instantly filled with anger: "That's Tawer At Umr! Even an ordinary high-ranking being would fall into madness and collapse if he glimpsed its true form, let alone a mortal like you! Beyond Twilight

The boundaries of dreams are places where humans must never set foot!"

Hearing this, I also felt a little scared.

In my memory, I did encounter some terrible situations. Even when I used the "Lord of Light" trump card, I could only barely protect myself and could not completely change the situation of collapse.

In other words, it is true that the "King of Light" has the ability to fight against unknown beings, but using me as a carrier alone is far from enough, and there is no ability to compete in the opponent's dream home court - the best result may be two powerful

After saying harsh words to each other, we broke up, and I was shattered into a piece of dust in the dream world, with no possibility of survival anymore.

Fortunately, I remembered the trump card of "ultimate disaster", and relied on the ultimate power of existence that transcends time and space to pull me back from the situation of violent death.

"Stop being in a daze, tell me what else did you encounter? Why did you suddenly go so deep into the dream? How did that rookie priest teach you the dreaming technique?"

Father Hook said angrily, "On the road to death, you can always achieve new heights that I could never imagine..."

I said embarrassedly: "I'm not as good as you said..."

Daddy Hook said angrily: "Am I complimenting you? Say it quickly!"

I had no choice but to explain honestly: "Dad, I really don't know what happened this time..."

"I just happened to run into Kay's ship, and then I ventured through an underwater place. I was accidentally attacked by a ghost on the way... After that, I found that I fell into one dream after another, and the content was more and more bizarre.

.”

I told Father Hook a series of random dream stories, hoping to get some inspiration from him.

If an ordinary person hears my description that does not match the preface and the follow-up, they will probably be confused.

What are dreams? They are made up of some weird and absurd thoughts. Even if I remember all the details, I can't put these stories into a continuous plot.

But Father Hook is proficient in the art of dreaming, and he can directly read my thoughts in this dreamland. All I need to do is think in that direction, and all the memories will be clear to him.

Therefore, in the process of me recalling and describing, Dad Hook has actually used his special way to analyze my memory and reassemble it in a dream-like way.

After I finished telling the messy story, I realized that Father Hooker's face was extremely gloomy, and he was secretly thinking something bad. Could it be that I had done something wrong to make this old man who was used to troubles suddenly lose his dignity?

"Dad, did I do something wrong? I didn't seem to have done anything..."

Father Hook suddenly raised his head, gritted his teeth and said, "It's just because you didn't do anything that it's scary... Do you know what dream you entered?"

I shook my head decisively.

"The dream you fell into neither belongs to Kay nor Gray, nor does it necessarily belong to the third person... These dreams are like layers of hidden traps, and every step is full of confusion, all for

Pulling people into the deepest realm of dreams..."

Father Hook lowered his head and said, drawing a figure of countless rings nested out of thin air, "This figure is just countless rings circling around, but the only thing that remains unchanged is the middle point. That is both the starting point and the center.

Ultimately, I have never seen such an exquisite design... Let me see the core location..."

As he spoke, Father Hook's whole body trembled as if he'd been electrocuted. Blood instantly came out of his eyes, and even his dreams were stained with a hazy, dark blood color. The whole world was crumbling.

However, Father Hook, whose face was bleeding, suddenly turned around, and a face appeared from the back of his head in great horror. He asked in a completely different deep voice: "Describe it again, what is the name of the person you dreamed about last time?"

?”

Old Yorkson's appearance was so exciting that even I had a cardiorespiratory arrest for a few seconds before I recovered.

Watching the blood on the horizon slowly fading, I suppressed my strong desire to complain and said thoughtfully, "He's a mathematics professor, I think his name is Craven..."

I recalled the dark and awkward house again before my eyes, as well as those eyes that seemed to have seen through all the mysteries of the world, flashing with the arc pulse of the space-time tunnel, and I couldn't help but add, "He seemed to have something else to say, what would happen in the world?"

We meet again in front of the truth..."

Old Yorkson held on to the old-fashioned top hat and whispered: "If you guessed correctly, I have written letters to this Craven and discussed some philosophical thoughts... I didn't expect this extremely talented young man.

To be able to come this far and gain such a level of wisdom from dreams..."

...Old guy, tell me again? Are you the one behind this?

"Cardwell Military Factory...I understand..."

Old Yorkson pondered for a while and finally raised his eyes to look at me.

"Hook was just attacked by the evil spirit in your dream, and I haven't had time to tell you about our research on the reality anchor. Time is limited, and I can't go into too much detail about some things, but you have to remember what I say below.

…”

"no!"

I decisively refused, "I have a very low desire to learn. I won't be able to remember it unless the purpose is explained clearly!"

There was no emotion on Old Yorkson's face, and he spoke in a calm tone as if the National Development and Reform Commission had announced that gasoline prices would rise tomorrow.
Chapter completed!