Chapter 3540

"Not so good. Now we are fighting with the things in the dead waiter's dream. What ghosts have this madman seen recently?"

While waiting for the paintings in the dream Gallery, the death knell and monak are in an environment similar to the world in silent hill. In the rotten and dusty corridor, there are all kinds of deformed plush toys.

Speechless, monk was preparing to make complaints about the direction of the dead soul, and he was silent.

The battle effectiveness of the death knell is more than enough to deal with some dream monsters, but these monsters block the whole tunnel and are almost airtight.

A pink teddy bear's body was tattered with all kinds of uncertainties. Some of its hair was also bonded into "dirty braids", but this thing wore a huge triangular iron helmet and dragged a huge machete to attack the death knell.

The death knell was cut down with a sword. It was very easy, but after it fell to the ground, it became like a little girl dying in peace. It changed so suddenly, like it was an ordinary child from beginning to end.

"It seems that someone is going to exert some psychological influence on me, but he obviously doesn't know me enough. I'm not a superhero. Killing is not a test."

Su Ming had no intention of stopping or hesitating. He just calmly stood in front of the magician and wiped out the incoming enemy with his hanging tentacle and his night sword.

In addition to deforming after death, these deformed plush toys will make the same sound as babies. They run on all fours in the rotten corridor, and their saliva is everywhere, looking very hungry.

But it doesn't matter. Even if it's a living man, Su Ming can kill it, let alone the illusion of some monsters in dreams.

"This should be a dream derivative formed by the dead waiter's subconscious mind. He wants to play with others. Each of these toys is a friend made up by the dead waiter in his mind. Look at them, they may also be childhood friends. Slade, you'd better think about whether this will affect Wade's mind before you start."

Monak reminded him that his magic had pointed out a direction, and now he could make a way forward.

"But the advantage is here. Did he have any sanity?"

Su Ming's weapons and hanging tentacles did not even stop, just like chopping melons and vegetables.

"Well, you're right. It's all right." The magic Prince shrugged. He took out a submachine gun, hid behind the death knell and began to open the road together.

"Besides these plush doll monsters, who didn't have many virtual friends when he was young. For example, when I was a child, I had to give it a name and regard it as my friend." Su Ming smiled and chatted with monak. He handed the weapon to hang and asked it to cut for a while and light a cigarette by himself.

But after hearing this statement, monak showed a little sympathy and patted the death knell on the back:

"Sorry, I didn't know your life was so miserable when you were a child."

"Isn't it tragic? It can only be said that it's normal for children who grow up in orphanages to play like that. After all, many tragedies are caused by lack of money." The knell took a puff of smoke and walked into the corridor full of children's bones: "you named the rabbit, too."

"It's different. That's my price." The prince of magic used the death knell as a mobile bunker, put his head out of the supreme mage's shoulder and fired, then retracted, leaned his back against the back of the death knell and breathed for a magazine.

It's like if you don't breathe violently when changing the bomb, it's not smooth enough.

I don't know what he learned from police and bandit dramas or war films, nor when he fell in love with submachine guns, but he seemed to enjoy it.

"Not to mention that, these teddy bears and silent hill are everywhere. It seems endless. Follow me and we'll rush out directly." Su Ming took a puff of smoke, clenched his fist, and then gathered the cosmic energy to punch him in front.

The colorful light cleared a long blood path in an instant. The residues such as hair and meat foam were covered with all the environment that can be attached, but the walls and ground were intact. They didn't seem to exist as corpses, but a conceptual partition.

But it's no use thinking about those. Finding a dead waiter first is better than anything.

Let the cloak wrap around monak. Su Ming kicked at his feet, almost as fast as flash, and they rushed out of the corridor like silent hill hospital.

The next moment, they came to a new map very abruptly. Although it was also a maze, it looked much more normal. The surrounding display was like a normal prison, and there were no Plush monsters again.

Look behind you, there is only one bright spot, and the road you walked before seems to have disappeared.

Monak put down his hand on his hat and looked around. He checked his positioning Magic:

"It's not close enough. We may not be on the same level as Wade. The key is that his subconscious wants to kill us."

"Alas, what bothers me most is the dream dimension. The dream dimension on the DC side is still orderly in chaos because of the sleep devil management. It's a mess like the savage growth on the marvel side. It seems that the dream dimension will be included in the category of Kama Taj management later, but this time it's still fast in and fast out."

The bell sighed. He didn't find any enemies, so he continued along the road pointed by monak with a huge sword, and paid attention to the simple painted wall. It seemed that he had found something.

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"Oh, my head hurts. Suddenly it hurts like a needle." The painting admirer squatted down with his head covered, and squatted in the corner with a pitiful look: "I'm dying. I can get up only when we brush gifts."

But despite what he said, he didn't get any gifts from the non-existent audience, or he couldn't see it when someone brushed it.

After secretly opening his eyes between his fingers and peeping, he stood up a little speechless and touched his chin and movable gums:

"Is communication really cut off? Strange thing, it's so lonely, and the story is not right. I'm the protagonist. Why don't I have teammates? If only there were a few beautiful women, the less they wear, the better, but not too little, then there would be no sense of mystery. Bikini would be good. If it didn't work, it would be OK to wear white sheets with Greek style."

With that, he tilted his head to listen to the movement in the dark, but the gallery was very quiet, not to mention beautiful women, not even a hair.

So the little white eyes on the death mask narrowed, and a brilliant light of wisdom flashed in it. It seemed that a light bulb suddenly lit up on his head:

"I see. The man who turned me into this gallery must be a virgin and poor. He doesn't even have money to find a lady, so he didn't prepare it for me at all, but it doesn't matter. I can prepare it myself."

With that, he took out a white dress and a golden wig from his pocket and quickly dressed himself up as Marilyn Monroe.

"Uh huh, hi."

He winked at the mirror that came out of the wall at some unknown time, and then twisted his thick waist with all kinds of manners and walked towards the deeper darkness of the corridor.

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