Centaur World.

"Chief, I'm going to start tracing back to the source later, I have something to tell you." The centaur walked in front of the leader, unfastening his coat and revealing a green face.

Da Zhang, a potential young man of the centaur group, is no less than the son of the patriarch in terms of potential, but because of his undisputed mentality, he took the initiative to withdraw from the position of competing for the patriarch, so he has been living well.

But today he was destined to not wake up safely, because he had already had a synesthesia before, and it was a very dangerous dream, a very vicious curse.

To trace the source of the curse, he would personally bear the power of the curse and then reverse synaesthesia in his dreams.

In other words, if he traces the source backwards, if the synaesthesia takes too long, his body may completely fall into a vicious curse.

If the time to track down the curse is short, he is sure to get rid of the curse and repair the loss of his soul through later recuperation.

In short, tracking down the true culprit of the source of the curse is a self-inflicted matter, and whether or not you can catch up with the true face of the enemy depends on how much progress you make.

"What's the matter?" The centaur leader grimaced in awe.

The leader has already felt it, and this trip is likely to be very rare.

He couldn't help but think like this, in order to track down the real culprit, is it worth risking the loss of a general?

But the chieftain thought of his dead son, and the angry crowd, and the danger of the territory, and it was worth it.

He has ruled this territory for a long time, and there has been no creature that can threaten the centaur race, and even if there is, it has been wiped out to slag, and there are no heirs, who can curse and kill his own son.

And there's a big problem here, those enemies didn't have the talent to be good at dream curses.

In order to find out the truth, this trip is still very necessary.

"My dream synaesthesia this time is more auspicious, but I know that the safety of the territory is more important than me, so I will do my best to track down the real murderer, if I can't come back, brain dead in the nightmare, please bury my body in a high cliff facing the sea." Dazhang said firmly.

"Still, if I succeed, allow me to propose to your daughter." Speak loudly and speak from the heart.

The leader had sons and daughters, and he himself knew who Dazhang was thinking about.

"I agree to this marriage, you must come back alive!"

With a wave of his hand, the leader agreed to Dazhang's final request.

Dazhang smiled with satisfaction, and then began to set up the dream synaesthesia scene.

Everyone looked at each other, this is really exciting news, the stuffy gourd Dazhang actually has a dream lover.

"Spread out, don't get in the way of the construction of the ceremony site." The leader waved his men away.

In the crowd, a four-legged centaur girl looked worried.

Da Zhang smiled at her, and then hung up the wind chimes with a spirit conjuring function.

Jingle bell bell.

Like the soul-urging sound of hell resounding in the woods.

Each candle lined up in a circle around the corpse, burning slowly, shaking from a yellow flame to a blue flame.

The young centaur brothers sat beside the horrified-looking corpse, bowing their heads slightly, holding a long incense stick in their hands, and the white smoke curled into two bundles, one into the nose of the living and the other into the nostrils of the corpse.

White smoke is like a bridge, building a bridge of communication between the living and the dead.

The bell in the wind sounded, guiding the centaur Dazhang's soul forward, and the fantasy in his mind gradually covered with an impermeable white mist.

Fog enveloped him, making it impossible for him to see his way.

An inexplicable call gradually came to my ears, it was difficult to describe, and it was not a language with a special meaning.

He pondered carefully, this kind of voice could not be meaningless, but with his identity and personality, it was estimated that he would not be able to guess it even if he wanted to break his head.

At this time, there was a black shadow in the white mist.

The black shadow has four horse legs, a horse body, and the upper body is a human body.

It's the figure of the deceased Bo Yi!

Dazhang chased after him, drumming in his heart.

This time, he used long incense to cover his dreams with fog, trying to obscure the content of the terrifying dream, so as to protect his mind and maintain his sanity.

He knew that the person who placed the curse must be a master of dreams, otherwise it would be impossible to use dreams as a poison for curses.

In the face of such a master, the first thing to avoid is the content of the dream.

Once you see something in your dream, you are very likely to fall under a spell.

Last time, he didn't have such a close connection to observe Bo Yi's dreams, and only glanced at it from the perspective of passers-by.

This time he was deeply implicated, and he had already used his soul to join this synaesthesia, in order to increase his spiritual perception, and at the same time, he could also know as soon as he encountered danger, and then choose to retreat.

One step, two steps, three steps, the footsteps of people and horses continued to echo in front of him, and Dazhang felt bad in his heart.

As the sound slowly spreads, a large silhouette appears in front of the white mist.

The silhouette was incomparably large, and he couldn't tell how big it was, and he didn't know what unit of scale to measure its size.

Da Zhang only knew that the monster was very big, unimaginably big.

This is no longer something that can be described in words.

Is this still human?

Dazhang imagined several possibilities before the dream synaesthesia, one of which was that "the murderer was not human".

The murderer may be an unknown existence from the void, these unknown beings are not gods, but existences with the possibility of ascending to the god throne, they are extremely terrifying, and if they meet one at random, Dazhang will die without a body.

They contain a amount of knowledge that is difficult for normal beings to understand, which is nothing to a high-ranking being, but it is a deadly poison for a small person like him.

"Could it be that the curse caster is from the Void?" He couldn't help but think about it.

The giant silhouette in front of him was too huge, and he couldn't accurately figure out the true face of the other party in his mind, he just felt that he couldn't describe it, and he didn't want to think about it subconsciously.

He told himself that some dream masters could deceive others by showing real and false pictures.

The giant silhouette in front of the white mist may also be an illusion set up by the other party.

"My spirituality hasn't called the police yet, it should be fine." He muttered to himself, but didn't notice that his heart was beating faster than usual.

The brain cells were extremely active, and fine sweat was running down his forehead, but he didn't know it.

Ahead, the black shadow of the centaur in the white mist stopped.

The white mist gradually faded, and the giant phantom above his head seemed to become real.

Da Zhang immediately stopped, and his spiritual consciousness shuddered for a moment.

"What's that?" Dazhang questioned in his heart, and a wordless fear filled his mind.

He wanted to escape from this white mist dream, but found that he didn't know when, and he had already sunk into it.