He buried his head in writing a total of seven or eight pages, which recorded the general rules of the game. When he looked back and recalled slowly, Zhou Zhe took a look at his wrist watch, put down the banknotes, and lay on the bed.

After entering the dream world, Zhou Zhe did not go to Liu Mengfei's dream today, but dived down in the black fog, and then found a dream with balanced colors and got in.

This is a familiar wine hall. The crowded customers and the flashing lights indicate that we should face the booming business now. However, all the waiters and customers are silhouettes, with only a tangible figure sitting in the corner of the bar, drinking slowly.

"Brother Tang, you can still drink in your dreams, isn't it too comfortable?"

Tang Meng turned his head, snapped his fingers, and immediately a waiter silhouette handed over a glass of passion fruit beer.

Zhou Zhe picked it up and took a sip, and it actually smelled of fruit beer.

"Brother Tang, you can't be a hidden dreamweaver, you're really a little bit like this."

Tang Meng smiled and said, "It's just some small tricks. You can do it even if you practice it yourself. It's far from the real dream weaver. The dreams they create are almost like the real world. What you see, hear, smell, touch and even feel are all the same as the real ones. You can't tell whether you are in reality or dreams. They are the masters of that world. Once you fall into it, you can only let them play with it..."

Zhou Zhe waved his hand: "Please say something else. Brother Tang, I last night..."

After describing the black shadow you encountered in Liu Mengfei's dream last night, Tang Meng frowned and said, "What you met may be the 'transactioner' of the nightmare."

"In that era, there were immortals and gods who protected the party to use the 'spirit' in a restrained manner; naturally there were also demons who destroyed order and abused the 'spirit'. Of course, immortals and demons were not pure oppositions, nor could they be summed up in words such as 'justice' or 'evil'. They just had conflicts in the concept of using the 'spirit'..."

Zhou Zhe was stunned: "Demon God? But the immortal god no longer exists. Is there still a demon god alive?"

Tang Meng smiled: "How is it possible? The demon god is naturally gone. It's just that because of the difference between the immortal god and the demon god, their situation is a bit special..."

"The disappearance of the immortals and gods is complete, and only their power remains. The disappearance of the demons is not clean. The power they leave behind is like a polluted source of water, with a strong individual consciousness - but these individual consciousnesses are no longer the demons themselves, but they are just a trace of obsession or desires."

"We generally call these beings the 'night demon'."

"As I said just now, the nightmare often has a strong individual consciousness, either because of unfinished obsessions, or simply to satisfy one's own selfish desires, or to be able to return to reality - hehe, you don't need this expression, that's it, but there has never been a nightmare that has succeeded in so many years. The nightmare can only hide in the dream world. Once you dare to show up in reality, you will face the blow of disaster."

"But no matter what, the core of the nightmare is also composed of true spirits, and they also control the magical power left over from that era, so some dreams are willing to take risks and trade with them."

"Dream Nest, do you remember?"

Zhou Zhe nodded: "Remember."

"There are countless heavy heavens in the upper level of the dream world. Every normal-generated heavy heaven is called the Dream World. The Dream World is a small world that is almost real built with the true spirit as the core. But sometimes, some dream worlds will be eroded and occupied by nightmares, just like the magpie nest. Such heavy heavens are called the "Dream Nest", but generally only the strongest group of nightmares can occupy the dream nest, and the rest can only wander in the dream world."

Zhou Zhe said: "So, the three pairs of eyes I saw are the Nightmare. That man in the suit is the agent who makes transactions with the Nightmare?"

"The operatives are also dreaming. In fact, everyone is just a wanderer who picks up ancient power in their dreams. The operatives' statement is just to distinguish. After all, compared with obtaining power from orthodox immortals and gods, the operatives that obtain power from the evil demons are often more strange and evil, and are completely different from the inheritance of the immortals and gods."

After thinking about it, Tang Meng continued: "For example, the person you met is probably a dealer who trades with the nightmare who controls the power of lust. It is probably because of this... Your roommate should have been attracted by the dealer's hair as a dream, so he can directly enter her dream at night.

And you just looked directly at part of the existence of the nightmare without any precautions, and your subconscious mind was affected.

However, the 'spirit' rank in your immortal chess is indeed not low. It scared the nightmare away and scared the genius. From then on, he should not be bothered by your cohabiting roommate at will. And things like hair will fail in two or three days. Don't worry."

Zhou Zhe sighed: "It's a pity that I was exhausted at that time. Otherwise, if I had worked harder, I might have been able to do it once and for all."

Tang Meng shook her head: "Words in the dream world are just spiritual bodies, and attacking each other is just to hurt the other's spirit. Therefore, even if you die in the dream world, it will only damage the spirit - unless you are defeated continuously in the dream world, you may directly collapse the other party's consciousness and cause brain death in reality.

In addition, because everyone in the dream world is half awake, people who are calm in their daily lives may be impulsive and irritable in the dream world. It is common for people to fight hard when they are disagreeing with each other. You must pay attention to these things."

Zhou Zhe was naturally deeply imprinted in his heart about these heartfelt words.

After talking about this topic, Zhou Zhe asked another thing: "Brother Tang, I met a weird guy during the day. He looked like a dreamer, but after he died..."

Zhou Zhe described the situation of the middle-aged man who had been chasing him yesterday. Tang Meng looked at him and sighed deeply: "Is there a problem with your kid's fortune? How could he cause so many troubles? He is a sergeant and a nano warrior?"

Zhou Zhe touched his head and ignored Tang Meng's first half of the sentence: "Nanometer...technology?"

"Well. This is a truly high-end technology. It originated from the Mandes Republic, which was not well developed in high-tech technology. But soon this technology was stolen by forces, so that countries are now vigorously researching and developing nanotechnology and deploying it in special fields such as the army."

"Since you know nanotechnology, I'll just say it simply. In short, this thing can transform a person into a 'superman' with a physical fitness far beyond ordinary people, and control nanomachines to fight, just like a killing machine."

"Depending on the different integration rates of nano-machines in the body, the Mandes Republic first divided nano warriors into third-level and ninth-level, in the name of "knight". The highest-level one was the Holy Gold Knight, who was almost a moving fortress on the battlefield, followed by the Silver Formation Knight and the Red Tide Knight... According to your description, the person you met may be the Silver Formation Knight, and at least the second-level Silver Formation."

As he said that, Tang Meng looked at Zhou Zhe: "You guy killed a second-class Yin Lin Knight in one go, it's a bit interesting."
Chapter completed!