Feng Xue brewed a cup of hopeful black tea with the phantom hot water kettle. While smelling the faint fragrance of honey, Feng Xue thought about the weirdness of this world.
From now on, everything in this world is no different from the real world. The only difference is that when the fake objects dissipate, the way the [consciousness] disappears is different from the real world. It is not annihilated out of thin air, but like a column of smoke. Usually rises into the sky.
Of course, this doesn't mean anything. After all, he hasn't actually experienced a few worlds. It might be an error caused by the different settings of [consciousness] in different worlds.
Moreover, ghost stories are all kinds of weird things. As long as someone believes in them, anything can happen. Even though most of the ghost stories so far are based on biological creatures, there are also weird stories like Infinite City and Game Company.
In fact, ghost stories about dead creatures are more terrifying than ghost stories about biological creatures because of some of their own characteristics.
After all, this kind of thing that is close to a "living illusion" has some of the "absoluteness" that illusions possess.
In other words, even regular weird stories such as zoos, moon faces, and abandoned apartments are not impossible to appear. No, it should be said that the possibility of such things appearing is no less than biological weird stories. The reason why he has seen less is because of the infinite There is no illusion caused by this mechanism.
However, if there really is a large-scale ghost story in this world, and I have entered the image of its rules...
Feng Xue suppressed the inexplicable weakness rising in his heart. He was convinced that this thing had begun to affect his spirit.
After all, as a super weirdo who regards his true self as the artistic conception of martial arts and uses the martial arts innate ghost talk as firewood, it is absolutely impossible for his character to feel powerless just because he is targeted by a certain ghost talk or has a dream.
To tell a joke, the last time he felt like this was when he had just traveled to Infinite City and had only four days left to live.
"The ability to have mental pollution effects...I don't know if it's because of my status as a ghost, or because of the indiscriminate coverage."
Feng Xue held the hot water bottle in his hand and felt a little better. However, knowing that this kind of unreasonable hope was suspected of drinking poison to quench his thirst, he still put it away forcibly, and then took it out of the bag. The powerful existence that has been sealed——
[The ghost hand that can do everything except kill the anchor]
As a funny fantasy object, there is no doubt about the power of this thing, and its essential setting also determines that it can never kill itself. But the problem is that it itself is so uncontrollable that it will not be able to kill itself for a long time. Using it will cause all kinds of troubles in Feng Xue's life.
Not to mention that it can only kill the "anchor", not anyone.
But now, Feng Xue felt that he needed to use this killer weapon.
As the pale ghost hands climbed onto Feng Xue's shoulders and disappeared, Feng Xue suddenly felt a sense of peace of mind, but then he said in a very desperate manner:
"I want to eat a full banquet, please prepare a table for me!"
"..."
To Feng Xue's expectation, he clearly gave the order, and this behavior of asking for food was obviously helpful in killing him, but the ghost hand had no intention of taking any action.
Feng Xue naturally wouldn't think that the ghost hand couldn't do it or didn't have the materials. The setting of the phantom was overwhelming. The only possibility for the ghost hand not to act was that it felt that it would never kill him.
"Interesting, Ghost Hand actually thinks he can't kill me..."
Feng Xue opened the door of the guest room and walked all the way to the street. She looked at the pedestrians coming and going, but still didn't find any problems.
"Where is the strange story?"
Feng Xue pulled a hair from her head and immediately cut off the supply of [consciousness], watching the hair slowly decompose, evaporate, and then float in the wind.
He frowned and used Qinggong to chase the wisp of information, but it was like a mosquito on a summer night. It was clearly right in front of him, but in just a blink of an eye, it disappeared without a trace again.
"I haven't caught up, or in other words, it's impossible to catch up."
Although Feng Xue had this clear understanding in his heart, he still tried several times in succession. In order to increase the amount of information flow, he even took out a few mechas for volatilization, but no matter how huge the information flow was when it was generated, It will suddenly disappear during the chase. From this perspective, compared with the evaporation of fake objects in the real world, it is just an additional process of drifting away.
Everything seemed to be back to where it started, but Feng Xue seemed to have a new idea. In other words, until this moment, he suddenly realized the key to the problem——
That forgotten dream.
If reality itself does not have problems, then the problem naturally points to the most abnormal dream since coming to this world.
Although he has completely forgotten what happened in the dream, just the fact that it can scare him awake has proved that it is not simple.
"Dream, what kind of weird story could it be? Freddy? It can't be the Dream Weaver, right?"
Feng Xue frowned, turned around and returned to the hotel, then fell on the bed without thinking.
…
"grass!"
Woke up from the bed again, Feng Xue only felt that his vest was soaked with sweat. He suppressed the throbbing in his heart, glanced around uneasily, and found that he was still in the hotel. He slowly calmed down, but he soon discovered that There was something unusual——
That ghost hand seemed very happy.
I was so happy that I started dancing!
"What's going on?" Looking at the ghost hands dancing there, Feng Xue pressed her temples hard, trying to calm down the uneasiness in her heart.
The ghost hand is happy, which obviously means that it is about to kill Feng Xue, but its lack of action means that it is not the time yet, or that the trap has been laid, just waiting for Feng Xue to step into it.
So the question is, did this thing make some kind of arrangement while Feng Xue was sleeping, or did this thing follow him into the dream and see the hope of killing him?
Feng Xue thought for a moment, opened her hands, and said to Guishou:
"Come and punch me."
Hearing Feng Xue's voice, Guishou stopped dancing slightly, turned the broken wrist to Feng Xue, then twisted twice as if disdainfully, and started the crazy dance again.
Looking at this appearance, Feng Xue finally confirmed that all the mysteries of this world are in dreams.
"Is it a dream-like fantasy? And it's the kind that can't bring out memories. In other words, you have to find a way to 'clear the level in one life' in a dream?"
Feng Xue frowned, but did not fall asleep again rashly, because he could clearly feel that his mental state seemed to be a little worse than last time.
"In other words, every time I dream, my spirit is affected in some way, and this effect will be fed back to my mental state in reality. Tsk, there is no substitute to fight Death Thirteen... How can this be done!"
(End of chapter)
