Chapter 3539

Almost ten minutes later, the death knell and monak returned to New York, 40K on earth. The specific location is Chung Si college on Long Island. At this time, Xiao Wang was preparing lunch. It seems that today's lunch is tentacle stew.

"The land of dreams, gee, is really a beautiful place."

Monak was still feeling the scenery he had seen before. He was holding a mask borrowed by the death knell from the sleeping devil.

The mask looks a bit like a gas mask during World War I, but it is a sacred thing. As long as it is available, even ordinary people can freely enter and leave other people's dreams and accomplish many things that they can't do in reality.

One of the more intuitive functions is that everyone's dreams are layered. With the mask of the sleeping devil, there is no need to prepare a gyro. It can help people see the reality in the illusion.

The little beard mage can feel that there is a special power on this mask, erratic, but very powerful and secret.

"Well, prepare the plan. First, who abducted the waiter? Was it Freddy who killed in his dream?"

The knell grabbed the purple clay pot sent by modu and drank a sip of water, so that monak could quickly get familiar with how to use this prop. The knell would not get lost in his dream. X metal is the embodiment of imagination to some extent, and monak has no such ability and can only rely on the help of foreign objects.

The first generation of sleeping demons often used sleeping mask, but Daniel, the second generation of sleeping demons, often hung it in the corridor of the castle as an ornament.

Daniel is more Buddhist than the early generation. He doesn't like to sneak into other people's dreams and doesn't want to change anything through dreams.

Even so, he was reluctant to lend the mask at first, because he didn't know what the death knell wanted to do. What if it was to destroy the multiverse?

The death knell only meant that he thought too much, and then took out Lucifer to talk about death. It took a long time to let the sleeping devil loose, but there was a time limit for this borrowing.

"Freddy is unlikely."

The prince of magic was helpless about the joke of the death knell. He tried to put on the mask of the sleeping devil. There was a strange smell in the old mask, like the smell of leather and dust, which was difficult to describe, because even the smell was like nothing. It was like the aftertaste of the dream echoed in the nose after people woke up from the dream:

"Let me say that the person who abducted the dead waiter should be a conspirator. His personal combat ability is not very strong, but he has a plan."

"What do you think? For me or for Wade?" Su Ming took another sip of the teapot and watched the snowflakes falling on the branches of the Chimonanthus tree in the courtyard: "because no matter what you think, Wade seems to have no value."

"I think there must be something strange about it. Slade and wade are cheap and obscene. They always talk all kinds of nonsense and look useless, but guess how he entered the dimension of his dream?" The magic prince was wearing a mask, and his voice sounded like coming from under the manhole cover.

"Plot continuity gem." Su Ming had thought of it for a long time. Since monak also thought of it, let's say it straight: "there is a dog day who wants to change our story. He really found a possibility."

"That's the problem. I think the guy hiding in the dark may have observed us for a long time and finally found the weakest link, Wade."

Monak took out two rabbits and strangled them. He sobbed and began to cast the spell. He trembled badly, but his voice was firm:

"So we have to speed up the progress. Even if Wade likes to put East XZ in his pants, he doesn't know how long he can hide."

The casual suit on the knell wriggled into black and yellow armor. He tried to make the lightsaber pop out and retract from the palm of his hand to prepare for departure:

"You're right, old man, but did I tell you one thing? That is, the sleeping devil mask doesn't need to be fastened on your face. It can take effect as long as you carry it with you. You really don't need to suck the smell..."

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Why are nightmares so terrible?

Why does nightmare make people's stomach twitch and sweat?

Why do nightmares still linger after people wake up?

The answer is also very simple, because what can be called a nightmare is often a lonely dream. In the dream, you have only yourself, no one else to rely on and no one to talk to.

Dreams will distort human feelings about time. Maybe in just a few hours outside, someone has spent another complete life in the dream. If this life is full of tragedy, the dream will lengthen the sadness and fear to that extent.

No matter what we encounter, no matter what we face, human beings are social creatures. When facing some things alone, they will always have fear involuntarily.

"Ah, what is this narrator talking about? It's a pile of muttering nonsense, because I'm not afraid at all now, and I even want to laugh."

Walking in a dark corridor, the death waiter patted his head while talking to himself. Oil paintings were hung on both sides of the corridor, in which there were sad or ferocious faces of the dead.

"Audience friends in the live broadcasting room, I miss you so much! But now the signal seems not very good. You may be able to see me, but I can't see your barrage, which makes me feel a little lonely. It may also be because I didn't bring toilet paper out. If I want to defecate and no one handed me paper, it's bad."

"But maybe I can wipe my ass with these paintings." The dead waiter looked at the strange paintings on the wall, pinched his chin, crooked his mouth and thought, and hit his palm: "I already understand my situation. I was probably kidnapped by a crazy artist. While I was sleeping, he threw me into a maze. He was not allowed to go out until he saw enough of his paintings."

"It must be so. It's a hateful guy, but I have to admit that he has a good eye, but why did he take off my belt? He's lecherous."

The waiter took out a small hat often worn by French artists in his trouser pocket, followed by toy eyes with a fake beard. After he was equipped with these things, he pretended to enjoy the oil painting.

The picture he saw was very strange. At first it looked like a tragic death, but when his eyes fell on it, the picture began to distort and deform, and began to show another picture hidden under the water.

In this painting, it is obviously depicting a fierce battle. The most prominent place is the death knell. Acquaintances such as Captain America and spider man have all died, while the death waiter is sitting on the throne piled up with everyone's bodies with double knives.

"Tut, the color is very bright, with realistic application and stroke, the thickness of the oil paint is just right, and the picture layout is also very reasonable, which fully highlights my identity as the protagonist."

"But strictly speaking, this should be a surrealist work. After all, my cousin won't die if I die. The person who painted this is probably crazy."

"This can't be seen by my cousin. I'll put this painting away first. Hey, hey, after I get married, I'll wipe my ass and don't give others a chance to appreciate it. At that time, my a eyes, B eyes and C eyes will have artistic appreciation, right, small left and small right?"

With that, he pulled out the double knives on his back with both hands, cut the oil painting on the wall from the picture frame, rolled it into a roll and stuffed it into his trouser pocket.

He didn't think about it at all. A few seconds ago, he seemed to have nothing on his back, let alone the double knife weapon

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