Chapter 112 Sand Sculpture and Bell

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Time passes quietly.

Ke Meng observed secretly, and finally waited until Xiao Taozi fell asleep.

Taking Xiao Taozi's sleep as an opportunity, Kemeng activated the dream invasion skill.

First review one of the ways to activate the dream invasion skill, use synaesthesia to guide the direction, and then target the invasion.

In other words, this step can bypass the United Dream World and directly invade Xiao Taozi's dream, preventing the Orange Star people in the dream world from falling into panic.

But the problem still arises.

After using the skill, there was an unknown factor that prevented Kemeng from further synesthesia, and the dream-invading skill was interrupted for the first time.

I have no choice but to invade the United Dream in person.

A thought flew past, and Kemeng's will descended into the dream world.

The terrifying pressure pressed down like an overwhelming mountain, and all humans living on land felt the trembling in their souls.

Kemeng ignored those mortals and looked directly at the seaside camp, looking directly at the little Loli's face.

The little Loli was originally dreaming, but she was stared at by Kemeng.

Unspeakable terror rose in my heart, but the next moment, the terrifying existence exited the dream world again.

But the little Loli still woke up with a start. After waking up, she was breathing heavily, her brain was trembling, and her body was shaking.

I can’t describe what it felt like. At that moment, the world was filled with indescribable things, and I felt uncomfortable all over.

Clementine was also trembling, but her trembling was not as serious as that of Little Peach.

The little loli next to her kept shaking and looking like she had difficulty breathing.

Deep Sea R'lyeh.

Ke Meng stopped at that point and didn't stay in the dream world for too long.

With just a moment of gaze, Xiao Taozi has established a very deep connection with Cthulhu.

You must know that this is the gaze of the evil god.

Even if it's just a look, the connection is terrifyingly deep.

Ke Meng can guarantee that as long as the little Loli dreams again, he will probably be able to establish contact with the little Loli and then see what she is dreaming about.

If possible, that world can also be twisted into a part of the joint dream, and the boundaries between dreams can be opened.

Kemeng had done something similar before, connecting the dreams of each player to form an unprecedented connected dream.

It's a pity that after being looked at by Him, the little Loli was in a very bad state and her spirit was extremely tense.

If there is a rational codex to help her stabilize her emotions at this time, she should be able to recover quickly.

The reality is that there is no such thing, she can only fight on her own.

Fortunately, Xiao Taozi's thinking mode is inherently different from everyone else's.

After a few hours, she was back to normal and no longer shaking.

Unfortunately, Kemeng's awakening period is coming soon.

On the eve of waking up, a vague mumble sounded in my ears.

It is the believers who are making sacrifices!

After waiting for so long, a new believer finally made a sacrifice.

Kemen blinked and saw a large yellow desert.

In the desert, a group of black robes wearing beak masks gathered beside the oasis pool, dug a small pool, and spread space-time stone powder around the pool.

Candles, spices, everything is there.

Kemen couldn't figure out where the monsters living in the desert got candles, spices, black robes, and masks.

Forget it, it is a game world after all, and it is normal to have unreasonable things.

It is also when Kemon comes, the monsters sing the name of Kemon, and then offer a sacrifice to Cthulhu.

It was a sand sculpture with white feathers. It had its eyes closed, as if it was pretending to be dead, but its body kept shaking.

As its trembling continued, sand was shaken from its feathers.

The beak of the sand sculpture holds a bell. As it shakes, the bell makes a crisp tinkling sound.

"Great Cthulhu...we, the sand sculpture clan...look forward to your awakening."

The black-robed monster made a weird cry and raised its broad robe.

Not like a human hand, but like wings.

As they say, they are a tribe of sand sculptures, shaped like an eagle, but bigger than an eagle.

The needs of the sand sculpture clan are relatively pure, that is, they simply hope that Cthulhu will unblock and awaken, change the world, and allow believers to live happily and freely in chaos forever.

The premise is that Cthulhu awakens and is unblocked.

Kemen felt their will. They were true fanatical believers. The rewards could be delayed until the awakening period. Before that, they did not expect any rewards.

Since they don't want rewards, Kemeng won't give them either.

Most of the Evil God's skills have failed, and Kemeng didn't want to upset the hearts of these idiot believers.

The young sand sculpture was thrown into the misty water, bubbled up and disappeared.

Ke Meng quietly retreated, but the atmosphere at the sacrifice site had not yet returned to normal. All the sand sculptures waited in place until the cold was no longer at the site.

On the other side, Ke Meng actively sensed his own body and woke up his consciousness by looking at his face.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a trembling sand sculpture standing on the floor, his eyes tightly closed, not daring to open them for a moment.

The bell held in the mouth was shaken by shaking, making a "ding-ding" sound.

Listening to this tinkling sound, Kemeng felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart.

I don’t know where the crisis came from, but I was a little panicked inside.

"Ding ding ding——"

The bell kept shaking, and there was a sense of crisis one after another.

The feathers of the white-haired sand sculpture kept falling sand, causing a small pile of sand to pile up on the floor.

The glutinous rice balls had already rolled over, and the hair on his body was as tight as needles, and he might get beaten up at any time.

But the sand sculpture didn't notice anything and was still trembling.

Vaguely, Kemen felt the emotion of a frightened bird from it, fearing that the evil god would eat it.