The sudden sound of speech in the room made Qi Bo feel excited, and he wanted to get up from the bed to look around, but found that his limbs were completely immobile, his head was groggy, and his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Who is it? Who's talking? Muttering the question, he fell into a deep sleep.

After Zibo fell asleep, another figure quietly appeared in the room.

This man was a man in his thirties, dressed in gray-white casual clothes, wearing a pair of white gloves on his hands, and his ordinary figure was even more ordinary, except for a pair of eyes that were flashing with white light.

The middle-aged man licked his somewhat dry lips and said with a wicked smile: "It doesn't matter who I am, I'm just a person who came to take your life." ”

After saying this, the man probably felt a little tired from standing, so he pulled a stool from the room and sat down on it with a big grin.

"Boy, you die slowly in your dreams, for this is the best way for you to die in the things you fear the most. Your death will only be regarded as a one-time event, and even if other contractors intervene, they will not suspect me. But I really hope that what the surname Li Xiaozi said is true, your kid is indeed a contractor, otherwise my trip will be in vain. ”

In the eyes of the middle-aged man, killing Qi Bo is a matter of course, who cares that walking will trample a few ants to death.

If Qi Bo is really a contractor, he will also die a well-deserved death. If not, it won't have any effect on him, and it's not him who died anyway.

An hour passed, and Qi Bo still slept on the bed breathing steadily, which surprised the middle-aged man slightly.

Judging from his experience of killing many people, if ordinary people entered the nightmare he created, they would die in less than half an hour. Even if it is a contractor, it will last for an hour.

But at the moment, this kid didn't show any abnormality at all, and he couldn't tell that he was trapped in a nightmare.

At this time, he had seven points to believe what Li Yuzhong said before, this kid was most likely a contractor.

"It's kind of interesting, being idle is also idle, or go into this kid's dream and take a look to see what kind of nightmare he's doing."

The middle-aged man took off the white glove on his right hand, put his thumb against the center of his eyebrows, and the white light in his eyes became more and more intense.

It didn't take long for the entire room to be filled with a layer of white mist.

If there were other people in this room, a little more attention would have revealed a problem, and that was that the middle-aged man's eyes had not been closed once from the beginning to the present.

……

In the dream, Zibo enters a strange world.

A black and gold-rimmed sun hung in the gray sky, and many houses and buildings floated in the air. If Old Man Newton were still alive, he would definitely take a basket of apples and smash his head.

And in the strange world, a group of giant big birds pass by in the air from time to time, but the strange thing is that this group of big birds has no flesh and feathers, only a skeleton of white stubble.

Rows of neat tombstones stand on the black earth, spreading all the way to the end of the line of sight. 、

Once in a while, one or two tombstones fell, and rotting hands poked out from under the grave, waving aimlessly into the air as if trying to grasp something.

It was as if he was the only living person left in the whole world, and the rest of the people were already lying under these tombstones.

For this bizarre world, Qi Bo was not afraid at all, as if he was used to seeing it.

Wandering aimlessly in this world full of graves. Zibo didn't know what he wanted to do, as if he was looking for something, and as if someone subconsciously wanted him to go somewhere, but he never found it.

Until a golden butterfly appeared in front of his eyes, and after a few circles around him in this strangely colored butterfly, it flew in a certain direction.

Every few meters it stopped, turned to look at Zibo, as if to ask Qibo to follow it.

Qi Bo hesitated, "Do you want me to follow you?" ”

The golden butterfly couldn't speak, but flapped its wings faster, and some golden powder fell from it.

When the falling golden powder touched the black ground, in the blink of an eye, clusters of blood-red manju sawa grew out of thin air.

Zibo hesitated for a moment, and finally made up his mind to follow the golden butterfly to see where she was going to take her.

This strange world does not seem to have the passage of time, and the position of the black sun has not changed, in short, after walking for a long time, there are no tombstones on the black earth, and it seems that it has come to the end of the entire cemetery.

At this point, the golden butterfly gave up the role of the leader and flew to a halt on Zibo's shoulder.

"Well, the destination has arrived! The answer you're looking for is right in front of you. I don't know where the plain female voice came from, sounded in Qi Bo's head.

Zibo glanced at the golden butterfly perched on his shoulder and looked forward curiously.

But this scene in front of him made Qi Bo gasp, what is this?!

Not far away, a huge black reverse cross, it stood in this gray world, it seemed that the world was supported by it, and the strong black reverse cross was nailed upside down with a huge corpse.

Zibeau's feet took a few steps back uncontrollably before he barely stopped, looking up at the cross and the corpse, a human instinctive fear of the unknown and beyond the norm!

The huge corpse and the reverse cross that towered between heaven and earth made Qi Bo feel small and vulnerable.

While daunting, a series of questions flashed through his mind, "What the hell is this place?" Who is this corpse hanging on the cross like bacon? What am I looking for? ”

"These questions are in your mind, and the answers are in your mind." It was still the same female voice, unhurried in Qi Bo's head.

Qi Bo screamed, pulled his legs and ran in the direction he came, shouting, "I don't understand what you're talking about? I'm getting out of here! ”

But the moment he turned around, everything behind him vanished, leaving only a bottomless abyss, and from where he stood, there were many white creatures trying to climb towards it.

Seeing this, Zibo sat down in place and watched all this stupidly.

"Made, what the hell is this place? Let Lao Tzu leave! ”

While he was hysterical, another low male voice sounded in his ears, with a deep mockery in his tone, "Leave? No, you will remain here forever, in this nightmare that scares you most! ”

Zibo climbed out of the ground and exclaimed loudly, "Who are you?" Hurry up and get out of here! ”

"Who am I? I am the creator of nightmares and the end of your life! The only god in this nightmare world! ”

The man laughed loudly, "Well, you're going to die here anyway, so I'll let you die a little more clearly." ”

As soon as the words fell, the man's figure appeared in front of Qi Bo.

He was wearing an off-white tracksuit, and his appearance was so ordinary that people couldn't find any outstanding features, and if he was placed in a crowd, he was more passer-by than passers-by.

But only those white eyes are unforgettable.

This man is the one who started this, a spiritual contractor who can make people die in their own nightmares!