Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 521: The answer is in the deep dream

Chapter 521 The answer is in the deep dream

I called out Foxit's name and also guessed the identity of Nightmare. At this time, my attitude was firm and I stood in front of the tall boy very forcefully.

"The rules of the game are set by you, I won, are you going to follow the rules, or are you going to fight me to the death right now." I took the mobile phone, and the camera captured the wonderful expression of the tall boy, he should be One of the most unlucky of all nightmares, in my home court, I was forced to be speechless by an outsider like me.

In fact, I have also understood some rules about dreams after falling into dreams many times. Shallow dreams and middle dreams are very restrictive for everyone, because in the final analysis, this is just a fiction based on the memory of the dream owner. The world out there doesn't really exist.

If the rules of this place are not followed, or if the dream itself is seriously damaged, then two things may happen.

First, the dream owner wakes up, the dream is shattered, and all the thoughts and memories living in the dream are completely annihilated. Even if the dream owner is awake, he will lose his memory or become an idiot.

Second, when the body of the dream owner dies in reality, all the thoughts and memories in the dream will be pulled into the deep dream, and the deep dream is a place without any rules and restrictions. Other things can be killed and plundered unscrupulously.

"Don't get complacent too early." Since the tall boy said that, he had the intention of giving in.

"I'm just stating the facts to you. I won, and I won you with the rules you made." Most likely more than one nightmare, too chaotic and too dangerous.

"Who the **** are you? Why did you appear in this dream?" The expression on the face of Nightmare disguised as Foxit kept changing, and he finally chose to back down: "All outsiders will attract my attention as long as they enter the dream. Talking or changing the scene in the dream, I can find him according to the clues left in the dream, but why can you approach me quietly? I didn't find it until you appeared behind me. Are you also a nightmare? "

"Don't talk nonsense, tell me your choice." The fog became thicker, and I gradually had a bad premonition in my heart.

"Threatening me? What a joke, you actually threatened the nightmare in the dream?" The boy opened his mouth and laughed exaggeratedly, but both Truman and I could feel his anger: "I think you can last in this dream." How long?"

His body slowly turned into mist: "If you want my reminder, I will tell you clearly that the real owner of this dream has been lost in the deep dream. However, don't worry, you can't use it." How long, I will send you in to accompany her!"

As soon as the voice fell, the nightmare disappeared into the thick fog out of thin air.

"This guy is very tricky." Truman stood in the distance, not daring to approach, the tall boy disappeared, but the remaining children were still there.

They stood blankly on the playground, and soon their bodies were engulfed in the mist. Even if they were very close, they could only see blurred shadows.

"Hurry up and get out of here, the dream has changed, we need to find a way out before the nightmare makes another attack!" I used my judgment eye to find the direction, and dragged Truman towards the teaching building. A place that is easily overlooked is the roof of the teaching building, where the hunchbacked boy and Ye Bing agreed.

"Hey, where are you going?" Truman followed me closely, "Do you think what Mengmai said just now is true? Ye Bing really entered a deep dream?"

"Who can distinguish clearly what the nightmare said, he is just disturbing us." The task is to escape quickly, the live broadcast of the underworld show and saving lives are secondary, so that the green hills are left without worrying about no firewood.

"Summarize the experience, come in next time, be prepared to deal with the nightmare." When I came to the top of the teaching building, the environment here was similar to what I saw in the dream of the hunchbacked boy.

Climbing up to the utility room, a tattered plush doll is sitting in the center of the roof.

"Chen Jiuge, Nightmare has found us. If you really want to save Ye Bing, then tell me everything you know!" I yelled at the stuffed bear. This scene surprised Truman, but Soon something surprised him even more.

The cracked, moldy stuffed bear started to move by itself. It slowly stood up, just like Chen Jiuge, standing on the edge of the building, looking at the city in the distance,

The fuzzy building exists on the edge of the dream, and it is not known whether it is an illusion or a real scene.

"Speak!" The orphanage was blocked by thick fog, and the distant scene gradually blurred. More and more figures came out of the depths of memory in the fog.

My eyes are narrowed, even if I use the judgment eye, it is difficult to see the faces of those people clearly, but judging from their height and shape, they are probably children in the orphanage.

"So many?" Figures appeared one after another, and they all turned into pawns in the hands of Nightmare, running towards the teaching building: "I defeated Nightmare just now, this guy is going to come up with real pieces now." It's up to you."

Drive everyone in the dream to deal with me, even if I have Taoism and ghost skills, I can only escape.

"Chen Jiuge, what on earth do you want to do? Before you led me into your dream and helped me see the true face of the nightmare, but now you just helplessly watch me fall to death? Don't you want to save Ye Bing?" I was very uneasy, and I didn't know what the hunchbacked boy was thinking.

Soon, my doubts were answered, the zipper on the back of the plush bear was slowly opened, and lines of blood appeared.

"I know the way to leave the dreamland, but you must follow me to rescue Ye Bing before I can tell you how to leave!" This is a good time. Nightmare drives the power of the entire dream to kill me and Truman. If we don’t cooperate with him, we will only die. So at this time, we can only agree to him. Fortunately, his request is not too much.

"I entered the dream to find Ye Bing. We have the same goal. Are you still afraid that I will run away?" There are more and more figures in the fog, and my tone is urgent.

"Are you sure? If I told you that Ye Bing was really imprisoned in a deep dream, would you still be willing to go with me?" The blood on the ground was a bit glaring: "I know there is a big secret hidden in you, Even if you are attacked by a nightmare, you will not necessarily be killed, so the way to escape the dream, I will only tell you after entering the deep dream and finding Ye Bing!"

Stuffed Bear doesn't trust me, he still has a trace of hostility towards me deep in his heart, all he cares about is Ye Bing, after so many years, Ye Bing is still what he never forgets in his heart.

"Deep dream?" My voice was a bit bitter. The deep dream can be said to be another world, and I have never heard of anyone coming back alive.

"You still have time, make a decision before those guys made of negative memories tear you and your companions apart."

"Do I have a choice?" With a wry smile, not for myself, even for Truman, I can only agree. Following the plush bear into the deep dream will not necessarily lead to death, and you can also get a way to escape from the dream; But if you stay here, you won't be able to find a way to escape, and you may become a toy in the hands of the nightmare, and you will not be able to escape from life to life.

"I promise you, I hope you won't break your promise." The stuffed bear should have known that Ye Bing had been brought into a deep dream, and it didn't tell me all this time just to wait until I was in a desperate situation and had no choice. Appear.

"Then do as I say." The zipper was closed, the **** words faded, and the plush bear climbed up on the back like a sloth, wrapping his hands around my neck: "Take your Friends run towards the edge of the dreamland, there is a city there, I will tell you what to do next after you enter the city."

At this point, I have no better way to call on Truman, hurried downstairs, and rushed into the fog under the command of the stuffed bear.

In the mist that enveloped everything, countless pairs of eyes looked at Truman and me, and a sharp voice echoed over the mouth of heaven: "You can't escape!"