- Zhang Yusheng lies quietly on the bed, and although his head is getting heavier and heavier, he feels that his consciousness seems to be getting more and more awake. "Is this what death feels like? There doesn't seem to be anything to be afraid of" and without any struggle, he reassured himself to give himself to irresistible sleepiness

There is no space and time in absolute darkness, and I don't know how long it took, a torch burned, Zhang Qisheng raised his head in confusion and found that he was in a crypt, "What's going on?" Are you dead? "Where is this? I'm going to figure it out quickly, it's too dark around me, I can't feel my weight, is there still a body? This is my soul?

After thinking about it, Zhang Qiansheng asked himself such a series of questions, in order to confirm, he hurriedly walked to the torch and took care of his whole body, hey, he was still wearing this yellow jacket, and his body was still there. Touching himself, this sense of touch is extremely real, it seems that he is not a ghost, Zhang Qiansheng couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, to say something in his heart, if he is not afraid of death, then it is a desperate horror to become a ghost and be imprisoned in the dark tomb forever.

So what is the current situation, Zhang Yuansheng took off the torch and looked around, this is a square stone room, there is a huge stone pier in the middle, there are no other items, there are blue bricks in front of him, there is no crack in the seams, when he was looking at it and thinking about how to get out, suddenly from the top of the stone room, there was a sound of thin nails scratching, listening to quite penetrating, Zhang Yuansheng hurriedly shone the torch up, there was nothing, The scratching sound must have come from inside the stone wall. Is it a mouse or some kind of insect, Zhang Qiansheng's courage is not too big, trying to restrain himself from thinking in that direction, and when he is about to find an explanation to comfort himself, suddenly the scratching sound is getting denser and denser, like dozens of palms with slender nails desperately clasping a smooth blackboard. It's really frightening to kill people, just listening to this sound makes goosebumps all over the body, Zhang Qiansheng was shocked, took a few steps back, and almost sat on the ground.

At this time, only listening to the sound of "Peng", a big hole appeared in the stone wall above, and I didn't see anything clearly, a fishy smell came first, and then a shadow darker than the darkness was stuck at the entrance of the hole, and kept extending inward, Zhang Qiansheng knew that it was definitely a ghost, and he also knew that the person who came was not good, but he didn't know how, but he was not afraid in his heart, so he raised the torch to see what was coming in.

It doesn't matter if you look at it, Zhang Qiansheng actually saw three familiar faces. It was the "Sister Yan" and the two men who had broken the corpse with his own hands not long ago today, but now their appearance was more hideous and terrifying than when the corpse was crushed, the three human bodies were entangled, like a huge sarcoma, stuck in the hole because the body was too large, and the three faces - in fact, only the upper part, the entire jaw had completely fallen off, and there were two miserable white hands that should have grown out of the position of the tongue, and the root of the hand was constantly dripping blood, and the half of the face, as if it was conscious, the eyes were when they saw Zhang Yusheng, It bent into a slender curve, revealing a weird smile, and the sarcoma wriggled even more, as if it was about to crush the entire stone roof

Zhang Qiansheng had already hurriedly retreated to the corner of the wall at this time, looked at the hard wall behind him, knew that there was no hope of escaping, and there was only a small torch in his hand, but he was not in a hurry, and was able to calm down quickly in the predicament, which was originally one of his valuable qualities, so he simply sat down on the ground, put the torch on the ground towards the monster, and fell into contemplation while watching the corpse monster desperately squeeze inward.

It's strange to say, as soon as he started thinking about it, Zhang Yuansheng found a major question, why did he just look at the surrounding situation when he first came here, and then he was scared half to death by this monster, but he didn't think about why he was here? This doesn't conform to the basic logic, take 10,000 steps back and say, even if he doesn't use his brain, why does he see this kind of creature that doesn't exist in the world at all, but he only wants to run for his life and is afraid, but he never thought that this thing came about like this

"Hey, hey, hey" was when Zhang Qiansheng was thinking hard, he heard a miserable laugh, his heart was cold, and he looked up and suddenly found that the monster had squeezed in, and was standing in front of him with six legs in a very strange posture, the slits of his eyes were thinner, and the six hands growing out of his three mouths had grown thin and long nails, and they were raising high to catch him

"It's over" The retreat with his back to the corner of the wall has been sealed, and in the moment of life and death, the only thing Zhang Qiansheng can think of is these two words, and he saw six big white hands grabbing his head, and he simply closed his eyes and thought, "Anyway, they are all people who have died once, what do you love!"

At this moment, at the same time that Zhang Qiansheng's mind swept through this sentence, his heart exploded like five thunderbolts, and at the same time, the dark clouds that covered his heart exploded, and a long-lost holy moonlight shone in.

Like a phoenix nirvana, Zhang Peng opened his eyes violently, staring at the monster in front of him without fear, and the monster also stared at him with thin eyes, but the speed of the six arms falling was getting slower and slower, and gradually stopped, and then the whole sarcoma-like body also stopped twitching, standing there like a statue.

Zhang Qian took a mouthful, took a few steps forward in a hurry, picked up the torch, and then, burned the entire monster body, while the monster corpse burned, the entire stone room was like a hay pile, and it was also burned, Zhang Yuansheng stood motionless in the fire like this, looking at all this coldly, but the fire was burning bigger and bigger, and it was far beyond the scope of the stone room.

When the fire was finally extinguished, Zhang found himself standing in a lobby, surrounded by finely carved jade, and a man in a black cloak was sitting on the only chair in the middle of the hall, beckoning him to come over

Without thinking about it, Zhang Yuansheng just walked over, after previous confirmation, he already knew that this was just a nightmare he had, and recalling the experience in reality, what is so terrible about a mere nightmare? On the contrary, it stands to reason that after the onset of sleeping pills, the end of the dream is his death, but now he is still very confused in his heart, he usually likes to study dreams, and even belongs to a half-hung dream controller, according to the dream theory, he just broke the nightmare, either wake up, or enter dreamless sleep, in the case of known dreams, how can he still enter a normal dream?

Since it was his own dream, and he had doubts in his heart, and his main consciousness was also very clear, Zhang Yuansheng didn't care about anything, and stepped forward and asked, "Who are you?" The man in the cloak didn't answer his question, but turned his head to him, the cloak that could be seen through at a glance was actually a black fog, but it was just a dream, and there was nothing strange "Why am I here?" Zhang Yuansheng continued to ask, in fact, he didn't want to get any answers, it was obviously his own dream, it was all his own knowledge, but it was just a scene for him to consciously find a good supporting role

At this time, the man in the cloak suddenly stood up and said in an old voice that was like a whisper but could be heard very clearly: "You are weak, but the master is strong" "Am I weak? Hmph, you're just a doll I made up. Zhang Qiansheng suddenly surged up from nowhere, picked up the chair and smashed it at the man in the cloak, thinking that he would smash him, but he was suddenly fixed on the shape of lifting the chair and couldn't move.

"You can't control your consciousness at all, how weak do you say you are?" Zhang Qiansheng's face turned red, and he couldn't speak at all, it was really evil, this dream was a bit outrageous, although he had also had a dream of being played with by the person in the dream between applause, but it was all in the case of an unknown dream. Now that I am so awake and still sleeping in a dream and unable to get out, it is an incredible thing in itself, let alone being controlled by dreams

"Go back, you have escaped death just now, we will meet again" After saying this, the man in black stretched out a dry palm from the cloak and gently touched Zhang Qiansheng's wrist, Zhang Yuansheng only felt dizzy in his head, and then his whole body was numb, and the floor was shattered under his feet, falling into endless darkness again