Chapter 801

Outside the world of truth, Morrel left the world of truth with iris on space station 4.

Shuttling through the space and walking in the starry sky, Morrel was ready to lead the power of the infernal gate to return to the liberal world with itris, but he just had the idea. After stepping out, he suddenly found himself in an elegant study.

"Dreams?"

After a moment of consternation, aware of the abnormality of things, Morrel soon calmed down again. Of course, at this moment, the power in his body was almost boiling.

"Yes, dream. To be exact, this is the office of the dream librarian."

A low voice sounded, and a figure sitting behind the desk spoke. Before that, he was there, but Morrel didn't see him.

A black tuxedo, a silver chain with a pocket watch in his chest pocket, gold wire glasses, teak pipe, flax curly hair, light blue deep eyes, a face in his forties, thin figure, long face, two moustaches, and an interesting and kind smile at the corners of his mouth, A mature and steady but not dogmatic and erudite image came into Morrel's eyes.

"I'm sorry to meet you in this way, Sean, but I just woke up, and Boya world is not suitable for me to go directly at present."

Facing Morrel's eyes, the man spoke again.

Hearing the speech, his mind turned for a moment, his eyes narrowed slightly, and Morrel bowed and gave a meeting ceremony.

"I've seen the tower master."

At this moment, Morrel already knows the identity of a man. After all, there are not many people in this world who can easily pull him into a dream.

"You're welcome. Please sit down and forgive me for my boldness."

Reaching out, the master of the eternal tower and the eighth order power wizard xiupunos sent an invitation to Morrel.

Hearing this, without hesitation, Morrel sat opposite xiupunos and faced an eighth rank. Even if it was not the real body, he had no more choice, but fortunately, this eighth rank did not have malice towards him.

"Officially, I'm shipnos, a seeker on the road of truth, a part-time home and a part-time drama creator."

Everything is ordinary. Sitting opposite Morrel, shipnos is like a mature, talkative and lively scholar with a cordial attitude and no imaginary alienation.

"First of all, I want to thank you for your help to YeMeng GAD. The little guy was born because of me, but if you want to really come out, you must get rid of my influence. I can't help him on this point."

At this point, shipnus sighed.

"In return, you can take a book from this study."

Looking at Morrel, his light blue eyes were clear, and shipnos gave his promise.

Hearing the speech, Morrel's heart was not calm. Obviously, the rumored existence who had been sleeping in boundless dreams knew everything very well.

"Don't be nervous. The reason why I am so clear about these things is that this little guy yamonga was born not only because of me, but also because I watched him grow up, just like my children."

It seemed that he had seen through Morrel's mind, and shipnos added with a smile.

Another implication of Morrel's words is that there are few things in the world that can't be hidden from him, just depending on whether he wants to know or not.

"Finally, it is also an important reason for me to invite you this time. I hope you can help me bring this book into the liberal arts world. According to the current situation, you are the most suitable candidate. Of course, I will pay corresponding remuneration."

Looking at the silent Morrel, shipnus said his main purpose this time. As his words fell, a book as thick as a dictionary with a black cover and a dazzling blood color in the middle appeared on the desk.

He reached out his hand and stroked the cover of the book with a slightly dry palm. There was a sigh on supnos's face.

"It's kind of funny to say. Many people call me the weaver and creator of dreams, but in fact, I rarely dream. Up to now, I don't know. Even though I've lived a long time, I've only dreamed three times in total."

Words, physical and mental relaxation, light blue eyes flashing a light of remembrance, at this moment, the shackles of time have been cut off, and the immortal Hugh punos recalls the past like an ordinary old man.

"When I first dreamed, I was only ten years old and was still a child. At that time, I officially set foot on the wizard road. After that, I had my own dream land. Of course, this may also be the first dream land of this void."

"The second dream was tens of thousands of years ago. I don't remember it very clearly. After that time, yemenggad was born."

"The third dream was not long ago. This book is the product of this dream. I have a hunch that if there is no accident, this should be my last dream."

When his fingertips crossed the page, shipnus sighed, as if he were feeling something.

Morrel's heart shook at these words.

As a dream weaver, shipnus had only three dreams of his own in his life, which is somewhat surprising, but what really makes people sigh is that each of his dreams is simple.

His first dream gave birth to the first dream land of the void. Perhaps it was the existence of this dream land that led shipnus to discover and open up the road of dream.

His second dream created Jesus menggad and created a seventh order great life in nothingness. It is a truly incredible miracle.

Thinking of these, Morrel unconsciously turned his eyes to the heavy dictionary book on the desk. As the product of the third and even the last dream of shipnus, what kind of existence does he exist?

"May I have a look at this book?"

Curiosity spread in his heart, and Morrel did not deliberately suppress it.

Hearing this, he restrained his exclamation, and a gentle smile appeared on xiupunos's face.

"Of course."

Reaching out, shipnos made a gesture of invitation.

Hearing the speech, Morrel reached out and picked up the book.

It was very light, like a feather, which was Morrel's first feeling, but when he really picked up the book, he felt an inexplicable heaviness, and the dark cover and the blood color made him feel a touch of absurdity and uncertainty.

Mixed with strange feelings, Morrel reached out and opened the cover of the book.

Do you want to know the true meaning of life? A simple question, blood flowing font, this is the preface of the book. Looking at such a sentence, Morrel's eyes froze.

"Although this book is the product of a dream, to some extent, it is also a book written by me. Most of the materials in it come from my experience of wandering around the dream land of many worlds, including what I deliberately pursue and what I unconsciously touch."

"Of course, compared with the traditional sense, this one can be said to be incomplete or open. It is absurd but all inclusive. I named it nightmare space."

His eyes fell on Morrel, and xiupunos whispered.