Centaur small world.
"Chief, I'm going to start tracing back to the source later. I have something to tell you." The centaur walked in front of the leader, took off his raincoat, and revealed his green face.
Dazhang, a promising young man of the Centaur clan, is no less potential than the son of the clan leader. However, because of his uncontested mentality, he voluntarily withdrew from the competition for the position of clan leader, and has been living well.
But he was destined to be unable to wake up safely today, because he had already experienced synesthesia before. It was a very dangerous dream and an extremely vicious curse.
If he wants to trace the source of the curse, he will personally bear the power of the curse, and then reverse synaesthesia in his dream.
In other words, if the synaesthesia lasts too long while he is tracing the source in reverse, his body may be completely engulfed in a vicious curse.
If the time of tracking the cursed person is short, he is sure to get rid of the curse and repair the damage to his soul through later nursing care.
In short, tracking down the true culprit at the source of the curse is a self-defeating task. Whether we can track down the true identity of the enemy depends on the progress.
"What's going on?" The centaur leader said with a straight face and awe.
The leader has already felt that this trip may be very dangerous.
He couldn't help but think, was it worth risking the loss of a general in order to track down the real culprit?
However, when the leader thought of his dead son, the angry people, and the danger of this territory, he felt it was worth it.
He has been in charge of this territory for a long time, and no creature that can threaten the centaur tribe has appeared. Even if there is, it has been destroyed and turned into dregs. There are no heirs. Who can curse his own son.
And there is a big problem here. Those enemies in the past were not good at dream-like curses.
In order to find out the truth, this trip is still necessary.
"My trip to the synesthesia dream was full of misfortunes, but I know that the safety of the territory is more important than me, so I will try my best to trace the real murderer in reverse. If I can't come back and am brain-dead in the nightmare, Please bury my body on a high cliff facing the sea with spring flowers blooming." Dazhang said firmly.
"However, if I succeed, please allow me to propose to your daughter." Dazhang paused and spoke from his heart.
The leader has a son and a daughter, and he himself knows who Dazhang is thinking about.
"I agree to this marriage, but you must come back alive!"
The leader waved his hand and agreed to Dazhang's final request.
Da Zhang smiled with satisfaction, and then began to arrange the dream synesthesia scene.
Everyone looked at each other. This was really exciting news. Meng Hulu and Da Zhang actually had the lover of their dreams.
"Spread out and don't hinder the construction of the ceremony site." The leader waved his hands to drive them away.
In the crowd, a four-legged centaur girl showed a worried look.
Da Zhang smiled at her and then hung up the wind chime with the function of summoning spirits.
Jingle bell bell bell.
It sounded like the soul-inducing sound of hell in the forest.
Each candle was arranged in a circle around the corpse, burning slowly, changing from yellow flame to blue spiritual flame.
The young centaur brother sat next to the corpse with a terrifying face, lowered his head slightly, holding a long incense in his hand. As the incense burned, the curling white smoke split into two bunches, one went into the nose of the living person, and the other The beam penetrated the corpse's nostrils.
The white smoke is like a bridge, establishing a bridge of communication between the living and the dead.
The bells in the wind were ringing loudly, guiding the centaur's spirit to move forward, and the fantasies in his mind were gradually covered with an airtight white mist.
The fog enveloped him, making it difficult for him to see the direction.
An inexplicable call gradually came to my ears. It was difficult to describe, and it was not a language with special meaning.
He thought about it carefully and realized that this sound could not be meaningless, but given his identity and character, he probably couldn't figure it out even if he tried his best.
At this time, a black shadow appeared in the white mist.
The black shadow has four horse legs, a horse body, and the upper body is a human body.
It’s the figure of the deceased Boyi!
Da Zhang chased after him, his heart pounding.
This time, he used long incense to cover dreams with fog, trying to obscure the contents of terrifying dreams, so as to protect the mind and maintain sanity.
He knew that the person who cast the curse must be a dream master, otherwise it would be impossible to use dreams as poison for the curse.
When facing such a master, the first thing to avoid is the content of the dream.
Once you see something in a dream, you are most likely to be cursed.
Last time, he didn't have such a close connection with Boyi's dream, and only had a cursory glance from the perspective of a passerby.
This time he was deeply involved, and had already used his soul to join in this synaesthesia, in order to increase his spiritual perception, and at the same time, he could know immediately when encountering danger, and then choose to retreat.
One step, two steps, three steps, the footsteps of men and horses echoed continuously in front, and Da Zhang felt something bad in his heart.
As the sound slowly spread, a huge silhouette appeared in front of the white mist.
This outline was extremely huge. He couldn't tell how big it was exactly, and he didn't know what scale unit to use to measure its size.
All Dazhang knew was that the monster was very big, unimaginably big.
This can no longer be described in words.
Is that human being?
Dazhang imagined several possibilities before dream synesthesia, one of which was that "the murderer is not a human being."
The murderer may be an unknown existence from the void. These unknown existences are not gods, but existences that have the possibility of ascending to the throne of gods. They are extremely terrifying. If you encounter any one of them, you will die without any body parts.
They contain an amount of knowledge that is difficult for normal creatures to understand. For high-ranking beings, this knowledge is nothing, but for a small person like him, it is a deadly poison.
"Did the curser come from the void?" He couldn't help but think this way.
The giant silhouette in front of him was too huge. He could no longer accurately picture the other party's true appearance in his mind. He just felt that it was indescribable and subconsciously didn't want to think about it.
He told himself that some dream masters can deceive others through real and fake pictures.
The giant silhouette in front of the white mist might also be an illusion set up by the opponent.
"My spirit hasn't called the alarm yet, so it should be fine." He murmured to himself, but he didn't realize that his heart was beating faster than the usual warning value.
His brain cells were extremely active, and fine beads of sweat were flowing down his forehead, but he didn't even know it.
Ahead, the black shadow of the centaur in the white mist stopped.
The white fog gradually became lighter, and the giant shadow above the head seemed to become more real.
Da Zhang then stopped, and his spiritual perception trembled for a moment.
"What is that?" Da Zhang asked in his heart, silent fear filling his mind.
He wanted to escape from this dream filled with white mist, but found that he had already sunk into it before he knew it.
