What people fear most is always hidden in the deepest part of the heart, but I can easily find it. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

- Daredevil Morpheus

Tang Meng was helped into the room by Catalina to rest, he pressed his forehead, and felt a little trance. Katrina looked at him worriedly. Tang Meng also closed his eyes and called out to Cecia.

"Master, master, you must have met with a nightmare!" said Cecia excitedly.

"What is a nightmare?" Tang Meng asked suspiciously.

"Nightmares, the masterpiece of the Greek god of the night, Morpheus, should be said to be something similar to nightmares. But it's deadlier than nightmares, and it sucks your essence out when you're afraid of drowning in a nightmare. Although this nightmare is very real and powerful, perhaps the master's spirit is too strong, and it has not been able to absorb your spirit. Cecia explained.

"Is it a nightmare, why did I get excited just now?" Tang Meng asked.

"This is also the brilliance of nightmares, which can maximize the emotions of the people in the nightmares. There is something strange about this village, and there is a powerful and dark force spreading. Cecia said anxiously.

"Understood, I'll ask what the hell is going on in this village, and you can go and rest. Tang Meng said tiredly.

So Tang Meng slowly opened his eyes, and saw Katrina in the room, looking at him worriedly.

"Mr. Tang Meng, are you alright?" asked Catalina in a whisper, as careful as a small animal.

"Well, I'm fine. Rest assured. Tang Meng said, struggling to sit up, and then asked, "What about Serena and Her Royal Highness the Princess?"

"The village chief invited them to breakfast. I wasn't hungry, so I didn't go. You'd better rest first?" explained Catrina in a whisper.

"No, let's go have breakfast. Tang Meng said.

After saying that, Tang Meng hurriedly got up, Katrina looked at Tang Meng's determined expression, and knew that she couldn't stop him, so she had to follow Tang Meng.

Not far from the door, you will come to the village chief's house, which is a traditional house, and the decoration is undoubtedly other villagers' houses, and it can be seen that the upper and lower classes of the village here are not obvious.

As soon as he stepped into the door, Tang Meng saw Serena and Catalina gathered around the central dining table, there was a sumptuous breakfast on the dining table, because the stool was low, so it looked like a squat, but it happened that Tang Meng heard their conversation.

"Why are the stools so low here? Atlante complained.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Ms. Atlante. But now the stools in the village are made short. The village chief said with sincere fear, after all, in his opinion, Atlante had an inexplicable majesty.

"Is it because of that?" said Serena, who was silent, suddenly.

"Yes, Serena-sama. The village chief said with an emotional look.

"So what is it?" Tang Meng asked.

Serena and Atlante found out that Tang Meng had already entered the door.

"What happened in this village?" Tang Meng asked Serena again solemnly.

Atlante also looked curious, and she also wanted to know what secrets the village had.

The village chief glanced at Lord Serena with a complicated expression, and when he saw her nodding, the village chief sighed and said in a heavy tone.

"Since Serena agrees, I'll say it, no, this story is a little scary, so don't listen to the two little girls?" asked the village chief.

Catalina shook her head at the same time as Atlante, and said, "No, hurry up, we're going to listen." ”

"Well, where do we start this story? Maybe it has to start when I was a young man, oh, not from the origins of this village. ”

And then a terrifying story begins......

In fact, this village has not been established for a long time, but the history is not as generalized as imagined. It was a time when kings were gaining power. There is no royal blood in the traditional sense, as long as you are strong enough and effectively loyal to your army, you can be king!

At the same time, the war has ravaged the continent of Gobles, displaced a large number of civilians, and the cruelty of life for young and middle-aged people, not to mention newborn babies.

Moore, the ancestor of the village of Sidora, felt that he would die in the war sooner or later, so he left with those who were willing to follow him, and walked out of the village where he had lived for generations. Everywhere they went, there was war, and there were only ruins left of the villages. And so they walked and the more people followed. But the more desperate they became......

God still has mercy on the world, and just when most of them are unwilling to go, and some of them are even unable to walk, this paradise appears in front of Moore, who is exploring the way ahead. He was thrilled, it was very secluded, there was a water source, and the soil was suitable for growing wheat.

"This is the land of the gods' blessings, we have found it, we have found it!" said Moore, the ancestor of the village of Sidora, excitedly.

All cheered, except for one person. A man who joined halfway and hid his whole body in a black robe.

"It's weird here, so don't choose this place. The black-robed man's voice was very hoarse, which made people listen awkwardly, but it should be the voice of a middle-aged man.

He didn't have much presence along the way, so everyone didn't believe it. And the happy Moore ancestor did something that he regretted a lot.

In order to establish his prestige, the Moore ancestor solemnly told the black-robed man who questioned himself to go out and not set foot in this isolated village. The villagers stood there in silence, because this was entirely the work of the Moorish ancestor, and no one dared to oppose him.

"Hehe, I won't stay in this kind of place, but you will regret it, the nightmare will devour you, in the near future......" The black-robed man finished speaking, and his head would not leave, and his voice was like coming from hell, full of endless coldness.

The villagers who remained looked at each other, but were soon diluted by joy. Under the guidance of the capable Moorish ancestors, the people happily planted the seeds they carried along the way in the fertile land, and some men began to cut down trees, and women began to think about sewing and mending......

Everything was going in a good direction, and the village began to be built day by day as the Psalmist's description of the Garden of Eden. No one remembers what the black-robed man said, and maybe it was a joke, after all, this place is already a paradise for civilians.

But there is still only one person, and there is one person who has not forgotten the words of the black-robed man, and that person turned out to be the Moore ancestor. I don't know why, but after a while after everyone elected him to be the village chief, he fell ill. It didn't look like he was sick, but his face was getting worse and worse, his mind began to be confused, and his body was obviously healthy, but he collapsed on the bed.

What's even stranger is that he seems to be bewitched by monsters, and often shouts inexplicable and wonderful words. Everyone in the village panicked, they didn't know what the symptoms were, and there were no doctors in the village, so everyone had to take turns to stay next to the Moore village chief.

But his mind became more and more confused, and he often waved his hands inexplicably in the air, as if he wanted to grab something. He often shouted, "Don't kill me!"

After a few months of being in this state, the village chief finally stopped being crazy as if he had exhausted his energy, but at this moment his body had come to an end.

At this moment he seemed to come to his senses, and weakly gathered everyone in bed.

"I was wrong, this place really can't be stayed, I regret bringing you here, but the nightmare has begun, and no one will be able to escape anymore...... I, I'm a sinner......" said that the Moore ancestor died.

The villagers respected him and buried him ceremoniously, but about his last words, the villagers thought he was talking nonsense in a delirious sense. It's just that they quickly learned that it wasn't a lie......

With that, the village chief picked up his kettle and drank it tremblingly. This gave Catrina and Atlante the urge to urge him to speak quickly. Serena on the side had a serious expression but remained silent.

Tang Meng keenly saw it at this moment, and when it came to this village chief, his mood obviously began to fluctuate, and there was a look of fear on his face......