The most merciful thing about this world is that the human mind can't comprehend it all, and don't go too far into the essence of anything, because that would be cruel!

Meng Haoran regretted coming to this place a little, this is old London, and it is also Yanan in the game.

If London in a real dream is no different from the real world, then this is the ultimate gaming scene.

Although it has been burned by fire and baptized by floods, you can still see the glory of this place before.

The city of Yanan is home to stunning Gothic spires that have transcended the normal architectural atmosphere to become an art.

The blood-red moon creates a dark and oppressive atmosphere created by an eerie light from top to bottom, setting off a unique sense of despair and pressure.

Coffins bound in chains and statues of stone tablets can be seen everywhere in the city, making the city full of death.

The suppressed roars in the entire Yanan City, as well as the muttering of the beastly post-humans swaying everywhere, added to the city's thick sense of history and culture.

And the monsters that suddenly appeared in the silence also made the entire Yanan City even more creepy, and some monsters would pop up here from time to time, if it was Meng Haoran before, he would definitely be scared away.

The streets here are devoid of the hospitable inhabitants of the main dream, who look crazy but are physically normal.

This is Old London, this is the in-game Yanan, or this is a brand new place where nothing belongs, this is a battlefield for hunters created by the evil gods.

It is a place of memory fragments made of mad humans and countless evil gods, where dreams are intertwined, souls roam, and monsters hunt for their prey.

Thirty years before this timeline, in 1789, on a cold October day.

There was a severe outbreak of the bestiality virus throughout the United Kingdom, and all but London had fallen, and a large number of strangers saw London as a symbol of hope.

The news spread widely that the church could cure the bestial virus, but the church at the time had no way to cure the bestial virus.

So the whole beast virus broke out in London, which became a place of madness, a place of killing, and a land of curses.

So on the night of a blood moon, the church at that time organized a large number of people to burn the whole of London, and Yanan, who was the last hope in people's eyes, was burned along with the fire.

The men organized by the Church on this hunt night are called hunters, and in their eyes, the cleansing of the beastly humans is a matter of course, and they prefer to call themselves doctors.

The ensuing flood completely drowned it all, and the ensuing mega-earthquake sank the old London into the ground, and a new London was built on top of the old London!

So the legend of Old London became Yanan, and on that bloody night of the hunt, all the creatures in the city of Yanan were cursed.

This is the truth about Yanan!

Since then, the stranger's impression of Yanan has become a nightmare memory hidden under the flood, under the fire, and under the earthquake.

Meng Haoran walked out of the small square and was attracted by the huge church in the distance, and according to all the information he learned from here, when the night of the hunt came.

At that time, when the church found that relying only on white pills could not cure the beast virus, it brutally pulled up the only passage connecting the cathedral with the rest of Yanan, and Meng Haoran seemed to be advancing there at the moment.

On the way, Meng Haoran had intimate contact with these crazy monsters who hunted and killed the unemployed, these monsters that had changed into beasts, and still some of them still instinctively held the extinguished torches.

The moonlight was shining from above to the bandaged faces of the monsters, and the blood-red moonlight reflected the blood-soaked red bandages, even though they had been white before.

These monsters have been badly mutated into beasts, and the heads of humans have mutated into various irregular shapes, and bandages are no longer able to effectively wrap around them.

The skin that originally belonged to a human was covered with thick hairs and covered the entire face, and the cloudy eyes were full of terror, and when you approached it, these monsters behaved like crazy.

This is the status quo of ordinary people in the Night of the Hunt, the fear of the imminent death of their lives and the Jedi rebellion at the end of their lives.

The distance between fear and madness seems to exist in them, and the cloudy eyes of the last second also reveal a frightened expression, and in the next second, they are extremely crazy swinging various weapons and claws in their hands to attack you.

In Meng Haoran's opinion, it was not so much the eerie and terrifying Yanan City as these crazy residents.

For these hospitable Yanan residents, Meng Haoran didn't plan to greet them one by one, because there were too many.

Fortunately, as the hunt continued, Meng Haoran felt that his strength was becoming stronger, as if killing could make him stronger.

In the killing full of art along the way, Meng Haoran has abandoned his axe in favor of using a meat saw, and it has to be said that this weapon can hit the enemy with a bigger stun and be able to kill the enemy better.

At every bridge and gate here there are many tall strange people, so let's call them, these people are no longer recognizable.

Their bodies were swollen and their faces were covered with tiny tentacles, perhaps due to their long immersion in the water.

Some of these tall weirdos wield large knives like door panels, while others simply use huge rocks.

It was in the bodies of these tall weirdos that Meng Haoran increased his killing and strengthened, and finally successfully used the skills in the game, visceral crit.

A large number of hospitable residents along the way made an indelible contribution to Meng Haoran's strength, and finally, when he was about to arrive at the bridge, Meng Haoran finally met the first boss.

Or it shouldn't be called a boss, because it can be seen from his outfit that this is a hunter, this is a hunter wearing a black hunter hat and a standard black hunter leather suit.

It was a tall hunter, an old hunter, and he was standing in a deep cemetery, not far from which was the cathedral.

The hunter was panting with his back to Meng Haoran, also holding a meat sawing knife in his hand, and a musket in his left hand, at this moment he was concentrating on handling the corpse at hand.

The blood-soaked leather coat showed that he was a powerful hunter and that he had done too much killing.

Unlike the crazy inhabitants here, the hunter in front of him seems to have a will of his own.

The old hunter turned his head to look at Meng Haoran, although his face was a little crazy, he could still retain his will.

The old hunter looked at Meng Haoran carefully, and then slowly spoke, as if because he hadn't spoken for a long time, and said it word by word.

Oh, a young hunter.

This place doesn't pity you just because you're beautiful.

Oh, young hunter, where are you going?

Don't tell me you're going to the cathedral, because that's not allowed.

No one is allowed to go to the cathedral in the church, and now it's the night of the hunt, and no one can go to the cathedral through me.

Meng Haoran said: I am trying to go to the cathedral to find the truth of the long past, to solve all these puzzles, and to put together all the fragments of memory into a complete answer.

Hahahaha, little girl.

Under the watchful eye of Gascoigne, no one was allowed to visit the cathedral.

The secrets there must be guarded, even if it costs me my life.

For this reason, even on the night of the hunt, I did not go home.

I gave everything for this, and no one can pass.

There are monsters everywhere, and sooner or later all of you and I will become one of them. What is the answer and what is the point?

After saying these words, Gascoigne suddenly attacked, and without warning, he went straight to the killing frenzy.

Gascoigne's attack speed is as fast as if he has opened an acceleration, and his movements are extremely flexible, and seemingly simple moves are all left with a back move.

The angle of attack of each move between flashes and movements is extremely tricky, and the meat sawing knife will always punch Meng Haoran's attack, and fundamentally Meng Haoran feels vomiting blood is that there is still a bullet in Gascoigne's musket.

It was this bullet that directly made Meng Haoran return to the west, and Meng Haoran, who felt that he had become stronger, only lasted less than 15 seconds in the hands of the old hunter Gascoigne, which was definitely a second kill.

Meng Haoran, who was killed, appeared directly in the Hunter's Dream Cabin, and Meng Haoran, who was killed so quickly, sat directly in the wheelchair angrily.

At this moment, Meng Haoran had time to take a closer look at this clean hunter's workshop, yes, there was actually a large number of weapons making equipment here.

The hunter's hut in the dream seems to be a small two-story building, but in fact it has a lot of space inside.

The old hunter Gascoigne's strong strength gave Meng Haoran a heavy hammer, which also directly warned Meng Haoran that if you want to explore the truth of history, you must have strong strength.

When Meng Haoran learned that he could increase his strength by killing those hospitable residents, it was a good idea to go to the main dream realm to farm monsters.

At present, the real dream of London seems to have a powerful existence, and it has been preventing itself from intervening in the current strange situation in London.

Going to the main dream, then, seems to be a better way to get a sense of what is going on in London, and these dreams are all intertwined fragments of historical memory.

Meng Haoran went to Joseph's clinic through here, which can be said to be the door to enter the dream realm of the subject.

When Meng Haoran pushed open the gate and entered the small square, he saw the towering tree again, but at this moment it was still flourishing.

Below, the hospitable inhabitants were still alive, but they were still in human form, wandering aimlessly through the streets with forks, torches, and planks of shields in hand.

Meng Haoran looked at the spires and deep items in the distance, and took a deep breath, those who were hunted by me, you should feel lucky.

In this scene, cursed by many superiors or powerful evil gods, perhaps only by cutting off the head of a powerful hunter can he completely wake up from eternal reincarnation and end that terrible dream.

Meng Haoran took a long breath and then said loudly:

Wake up, hunt time.