Chapter 1169： Serial nightmare

With a large number of memory fragments of Meng Chao's previous life, mixed in the ancient runes, like a flood that bursts a bank, flooded into the depths of the mind of the ancient dream saint.

At the bottom of the memory database of the Saintess of Ancient Dreams, that piece of blood was faintly shrouded in childhood memories that were so clear that they were unreal, and surprising changes have taken place.

In the original memory, the "revelation" that the ancient dream saint of childhood saw after the great horned rat **** came, only includes the great horned legion's victory, thousands of rat people have lived through it. A happy life-a happy ending like a fairy tale.

But now, when the fairy tale picture slowly unfolds in the childhood memories of the ancient dream saint, other more gloomy, cruel and real pictures fall from the sky, smashing the "fairy tale" to pieces.

Two completely different and completely opposite "futures" were presented to the ancient dream saint at the same time.

She was in a childhood state in a trance, at a loss and at a loss what to do.

Meng Chao could clearly perceive that the brain of the ancient dream saint was trembling violently.

She seemed to be presented by Meng Chao, terrified by the extremely cruel future, every brain cell was trembling

Her brain was originally a calm brain.

At this moment, the stormy waves were rolled up, and huge vortexes appeared one after another.

From the depths of the brain, the brain waves surpassing the limit are like flashing lightning.

Even in the depths of the dream, the sacred and kind, obviously skinny statue of the Skeleton Rat God that supported the entire world, began to shake violently.

On the surface of the crystal clear bones, criss-crossing cracks appeared, as if to symbolize the belief that the ancient dream saint was about to collapse.

"That's it, hurry up and wake up from the **** superstition and blind obedience, think about it, think about it seriously, think about the lies that the big horn rat **** told you, so many contradictions and unreasonable places, from Suspicion arises from the flaws, and the truth is discovered from the doubts!"

Meng Chao was anxious.

The subconscious mind can't wait to grow two big hands, go up to grab the shoulders of the ancient dream saint in the dream, and sway wildly, making her realize that the so-called "memory" is by no means something reliable.

The ancient dream saint in the dream began to think.

The immature face of a four or five-year-old girl gradually became stiff, like a stiff mask.

Under the scorching flames of the doomsday, the mask was torn apart, revealing the real face of the ancient dream saint who has grown up underneath.

Eyes with two pupils growing respectively, resembling two deep and bottomless black pools, gazing deeply at the light and shadow changes above the dreamland, drawing two different future details into the depths of the soul, as if they are carefully comparing and distinguishing. Try to find the line between truth and lies.

This situation made Meng Chao dare not even release a burst of restless brain waves.

I was afraid that it would disturb the thoughts of the ancient dream saintess.

Soon, the childishness on the face of Saint Lady Gu Meng was peeled off.

And her eyebrows were raised high, like two unsheathed sharp blades.

It seems to have captured a flash of light above the brain.

Immediately afterwards, the ancient dream saint made a move that surprised Meng Chao.

She turned her head slightly and stared at Meng Chao's direction without blinking!

Being stared deeply at the pupils of a total of four black holes, Meng Chao suddenly felt sweaty.

It was even more terrifying than being locked by the Doomsday Beast in the Monster War.

This, this is impossible!

In theory, the ancient dream saint is still dreaming at this moment.

In this very private dream, there is no such thing as Meng Chao in the plague village, which is mainly from childhood memories.

Meng Chao's subconsciousness is high above this dream.

It's like a player, manipulating and enjoying a computer game across the computer screen.

How can a character in the game discover his existence?

How can the ancient dream saint who is in the dreamland penetrate the dreamland and lock into his subconscious?

Meng Chao did his best to control his brain, as dead and stiff as the brain of a zombie, without releasing even the weakest brain waves.

Lest it was just a coincidence, or the Saintess of Ancient Dream just perceives a slight strangeness, and cheats him to show up in this way and does not confess herself.

However, the spiritual power of the ancient dream saint and her ability to manipulate dreams are more powerful than Meng Chao imagined.

She really penetrated the dream, "seeing" Meng Chao's subconscious.

"who are you?"

Her tone was half cold and half curious, "I was able to break into my dream, and put so many messy things in my dream?"

"I-"

Meng Chao bit his scalp and wanted to explain.

The ancient dream saint has already shot.

The impatient expression on his face seemed to be condensed into the words "life and death".

If she is well versed in the earth's culture and historical allusions, she might add questions such as "Small bugs, and dare to sneak into my dreams and come to class."

Meng Chao found that his subconscious was trapped.

Originally, his subconscious was like a shining water snake, following the torrent of ancient runes, moving freely between himself and the brains of the ancient dream saint.

Now, the torrent has turned into a swamp, and the swamp has turned into fast-solidified reinforced concrete.

His subconscious mind is like a small worm inlaid in amber, squeezed to almost suffocation.

He couldn't escape back to his brain as he wanted.

But trapped in the depths of the ancient dream saint woman's mind.

Afterwards, the memory cells of the ancient dream saint, those shining "balloon jellyfish", all rushed towards him.

On the surface of the "balloon jellyfish", countless synapses spring out, and the synapses are entangled with each other and connected together to form an airtight net of heaven and earth.

Later, they sprayed a large number of images from the memory of the ancient dream saint at Meng Chao.

Each picture is like a copper wall and iron wall, forming a brand new dream.

Of course not under the blessing of the big horned rat god, the dream of winning the battle and conquering the city.

It was not what Ye Zi and Meng Chao did just now. Under the careful guidance of the ancient dream saint, they practiced secret methods and improved their combat effectiveness.

It's not even the dream of a galloping horse, a staggered gold, a large army slaying, and a heart-stirring killing.

It's just a, no, a series of nightmares out of nowhere.

In a daze, Meng Chao seemed to have had dozens of nightmares that life is worse than death.

In one of the nightmares, he became a "garbage bug"—those who were thrown into the sewage pipes under the city when they were three or five years old. He had to be responsible for dredging the pipes and cleaning up the garbage in the dark all his life, often not more than fourteen or five years old. Will die of unfavorable rat people children.

He could clearly perceive in the nightmare that the smelly odor and corrosive sewage eroded his skin like a strong acid, while the snakes, insects, rats and ants in the depths of the sewage ate his flesh and blood crazily.

In another nightmare, he became an exhausted rat slave laborer.

Because he helped the owner to forge weapons day and night, he had already been squeezed into a panting skeleton.

One day, with low energy and soft feet, he fell into the burning coals without paying attention.

Although his skinny body was quickly burned by charcoal fire, it turned into pale ashes.

But at the moment before he died, he didn't have too much pain of burning his body with flames, instead he felt unexplainably happy-because compared with the pressure that this body had silently endured, being burned by flames was already the slightest Torture.

In the third dream, Meng Chao felt that he had become an unbearable rat slave worker who destroyed the production tools and got a half-day breathing.

He was smeared with a special layer of gum.

Then, like an emptied pocket, it was hung high by the owner to the top of a flagpole dozens of arms high and exposed to the sun under the scorching sun.

In the midday sky, flames flowed down like a waterfall and poured on him, causing the gum to harden and shrink, like a piece of airtight leather, covering every limb and even every bundle of muscle fibers around him. , Desperately squeezing in.

It squeezed his internal organs, even his eyeballs and brain, all gushing out of his throat.

If the scorching sun continues to burn and squeeze him to death all at once, it will be a happy fall.

But just when the glue squeezed to the distortion of the limbs, and even the bones were crushed, the sun went down.

Therefore, he, the rat slave worker who destroyed the tools of production, had to soak in the pain of life as good as death. With all the rat slave workers onlookers, he called the sky and the earth unsound and waited for a long night. In the past, the sun waiting for a new day—the kind-hearted **** of death, rose from the horizon again!