The god of death, wearing the wings of death, stared coldly at Zach's inner demon, but there was no movement, and there was no wave in his expression, and he fell into a silent confrontation.

"Marcus, can you wake up Zach?" Dad Hook said expectantly.

I suddenly woke up from the cold and abnormal emotion, and then regained a little bit of self-awareness, but I didn't completely get rid of the influence of [Death]'s characteristics.

"Well...I'll try..."

But before I could take action, a huge wave suddenly rolled up in the chaotic sea of ​​consciousness in front of me, layer upon layer without wind, and endless waves rose up from the flat land, roaring and spreading in all directions.

"What's going on?! There's an earthquake!?"

My heart was ringing with alarm, but my body was still as sluggish as if it had been anesthetized.

"This is Zac who has discovered clues to our invasion and is using the vibrations in his dreams to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy!"

The technique of defending against enemies while sleeping is a key part of attack and defense in dreams, and it is also a dangerous operation that directly affects the mind.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, I still had my hands free to hold on to the small sampan tightly, and used the superficial meditation skills I learned from dreaming to ensure that I would not be kicked out of the dream due to the huge changes.

Father Hook's voice was also a little anxious: "You should give up your resistance quickly, otherwise the world will be turned upside down!"

As soon as I heard this, I quickly understood the dangers of hasty resistance, but I still didn’t understand what this earth-shaking meant. Who would have thought that the next moment, the physical world would actually turn upside down!

In the dim cave-like environment in the dream, it was impossible to distinguish the four dimensions of up and down, but at the next moment, it seemed that a factor simulating gravity was reversed, and a huge amount of seawater poured out of the water tank in an instant, suddenly flooding and overturning the place.

Pressed into this small space, it rolled up with a rumble, almost crushing everything!

This is not a huge physical wave, but it is more terrifying than any wave. In the human mind, countless thoughts will arise every moment, and thoughts as many as the sand in the Ganges will disappear, and between this rise and fall, it happens that

Keep thinking alive.

Ordinary people's dream resistance is nothing more than shaking the water glass and cleaning up the debris. The total amount of the sea of ​​consciousness remains unchanged.

But such behavior in the sea of ​​consciousness in front of me is equivalent to directly overturning the rationality and consciousness in the mind, activating the dead thoughts, and then suppressing the thoughts that are about to be generated. Both of them are extinguished at the same time, and then burst out together in the next moment. This

In an instant, a repulsive force several times that of an ordinary person was generated in his mind, which can even be called - telepathy!

Normal humans cannot do it because creating such a behavior not only requires detonating countless powers contained in the sea of ​​consciousness, but also because such "water pressure" will have a huge impact on the closed "water tank" of the sea of ​​consciousness.

Due to the impact, the carrier is extremely prone to cracks, and may even cause the subject and object to break at the same time - not only will this dream be impossible, but all dreams in this life will probably come to an end.

But Zach is a person with level 3 gene lock, and his control over the brain is beyond the ordinary. If I were hit by the "wave" he created, I wouldn't be able to read a watch for the rest of my life...

"Old liar, why don't you come and help me!"

Dad Hook's voice sounded instantly, and I was about to retort, "Just to clarify, you can call me a liar, but I'm not old." Then I could just be a happy little Aba for the rest of my life, but just when the turbulent waves were about to swallow me up,

In one second, an invisible force spread in all directions, and a stooped old man suddenly appeared in front of me!

This man is like Moses who parted the Red Sea. He opened his mouth and recited a mysterious language, and his voice seemed to be loud and clear. He forcibly opened a rift valley in the roaring waves, and the sea water surged past him with a roar, and he could only be reluctant to do so.

Looking at the enemy close at hand, he finally fell heavily to the bottom of the inverted valley!

As for the reason why I could still see the other person's face even though I was behind him, it was because as his gray hair flew away due to the strong wind, two faces, front and back, suddenly appeared on his head!

I kept looking out in shock, only to find that Father Hooker's figure suddenly appeared, rushing with the waves, and became thinner and thinner until it was transparent.

My eyes passed through him, and I saw naturally that what was exposed in the suspended dome in the sky was a terrible dry and cracked river valley!

From a distance, I saw some strange debris scattered in the river valley, which seemed to be the ruins of a city that had been completely destroyed by external forces.

The mysterious city ruins prostrate themselves above the dome valley, as broken as the remains of corpses exposed in a deserted cemetery, like ancient survivors from the Great Flood, old enough to be the great-grandmother of the oldest human architecture.

The style of these buildings is so weird that it reminds me of the city buried deep under the sea on Kuroshio Island. Could it be that Zach has also entered the cursed city of the ancient seafaring people?

Looking directly at those stones that have been worn away over the years, I can feel that there is an invisible aura that repels me, preventing me from exploring the ancient and evil secrets here...

"Marcus, that's the 'Garden of Snakes', don't look at it!"

Father Hook's figure completely disappeared, and his voice became weak again, echoing faintly in my ears, "First find a way to deal with the culprit that caused the 'Herod King's Picture'..."

"As you said, my character is flawed, and it will be seriously affected once I get close... I originally hoped that you could create miracles, but unfortunately..."

I thought to myself, could that be a flaw? It was obviously a Maginot Line built for psychological defense, and only one Italian division was stationed on the defense line...

I tried to reach out several times, wanting to touch the boiling snake-like darkness again, but my movements repeatedly stopped in mid-air, and then I let go inexplicably.

"Uh...it doesn't seem to work. I can't touch him. It's like something is restraining my movements..."

I looked at the slow motion due to my slowed down thinking in confusion, "What on earth is going on? Are you using me as a test subject?"

"This world is equal..."

Father Hook suddenly said, "In this world, the weak will be compromised, the brave will be challenged, and the stubborn will be sharpened. Therefore, the more injuries a person with a distinctive personality like Zach receives, the more likely he is to be injured.

Often it is so profound that it cannot be healed..."

If I had an entity now, my expression should be similar to that of a certain sleeping dragon and phoenix chick. Specifically, one eye would look at Hook's father Wen Qing's attack with confusion, and the other eye would stare coldly at the inner demon Zach -

—It just so happened that these two people were in opposite directions.

I couldn't help but said: "As the saying goes, if you don't learn physics and chemistry well in compulsory education, then the world will be full of magic and miracles. Then with your serious skepticism and paranoia, the world should always reward you.

There are a lot of unsolved mysteries...well, it turns out that the world is equal."

"Shut up."

Father Hook's angry voice sounded, "Zach's problem, as early as when he was unable to land on the island due to shipwreck, I discovered the hidden strangeness through the dream technique, and tried to eliminate this unexploded bomb many times.

, but they were also affected by interference, resulting in repeated failures..."

Looking at the guy floating in the dark mud in front of me, I also felt troubled: "Such a serious obsession, even a professional psychologist can't help... Dad, what you are doing is obviously inappropriate...

"

"How should I put it? It's true that I haven't mastered the technique of breaking dreams yet, so it's a bit risky to do so..."

I directly interrupted his analysis, "No, no, no, I mean, which hospital would allow mental patients to treat other patients? How about leaving it here to breed?"

Daddy Hook: "...shut up!"

But I probably guessed that Father Hooker’s literary explanation was because the inner demon in front of him, Zach, had an extreme negative consciousness, which would infinitely magnify the weaknesses in people’s hearts.

For example, when I originally approached with a desire for discovery, my inner demon burst out with countless negative emotions trying to overwhelm me.

In the [Death] characteristic state, although he relied on his "heart as clear as ice" to neutralize mental attacks, Zach's inner demons strengthened his "negative" awareness and directly eliminated the idea of ​​contact.

Every emotion and inner demon has a corresponding negative method. This is what makes it so scary, so much so that even Father Hook is helpless.

If you come into contact with a serious skeptic like Father Hooker, you will probably doubt life, the world, and the meaning of existence on the spot, and you will immediately become sicker...

So, don’t let the sick treat the sick, you bastard!

Speaking of breast milk...ahem, I'm talking about pacifism, and suddenly I had an idea in my mind.

"Dad, wait a minute, have you ever heard of a non-contact treatment method that can treat this disease..."

Father Hook pondered for a moment, "Are you talking about homeopathy?"

"What's the difference between that thing and waiting to die... Well, I'm not being strict. What I want to say is not no contact, but light contact! Do you understand light contact?!"

Dad Hook asked again: "Slight touch...is that acupuncture therapy?"

"Wu Bu Wu Liao, don't just say it, Fan is dead! There is no need for acupuncture today!"

"Then you should tell me!" Father Hook was also anxious.

I sighed and said: "Then let me tell you the truth. My method is not to give injections or take medicine, just sit and chat with you. Talking therapy is called talking therapy for short..."
Chapter completed!