The preparation for the dream trial was very simple, Viselmir took Yang Hao to a quiet room, and let him lie in the center of the witch circle, lit the incense burner in the four corners of the room, and then exited the quiet room, and glanced at Yang Hao meaningfully as he left.

With the quiet environment and the assistance of incense, Yang Hao quickly fell asleep, and the witch array under him gradually lit up, but then it suddenly flashed violently, and it was extinguished after reaching a certain limit, and Yang Hao didn't know anything about it.

Even if Yang Hao was so low-key, he still alarmed the system.

The "Wizarding World" system maintenance department, since Yang Hao's accident in the last grass trial, the atmosphere here has improved a lot, but every day is still very leisurely, and there are few things for them to deal with.

"Warning! Warn! Numbered 3202811995515791 players open the spiritual trial, all units pay attention! ”

Personnel in the maintenance department have changed since that incident, but both new and veteran employees have heard of the number 5791.

At this moment, everyone recalled the fear of being dominated by 5791!

"You're a girl, you're not in good health and you're still making trouble all day long, are you having an enmity with us!" Xiao Yang's face was full of unhappiness, and at the same time, an ominous premonition rose in his heart, and he was uneasy.

"What nonsense, hurry back to your post, perform your duties, monitor every data for me, and give him a remote shutdown if something is wrong!" Director Zhao was also full of resentment, he ate a lot of hangings last time and was fined a large amount of bonuses.

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Yang Hao didn't know that there was a group of people who had been beaten by him, and he was terrified.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself in a strange city, with water sparkling above him, seemingly underwater.

The city is huge but empty, made entirely of green stone and has a variety of majestic and tall statues, all of which are in the image of an octopus' head.

Yang Hao followed the passage into the city, he kept walking, and from time to time the whole city would float with a low and terrifying sound.

The voice was so terrifying, as if the corresponding code was written in the genes of human beings, Yang Hao trembled uncontrollably, but still gritted his teeth and moved forward.

Yang Hao kept telling himself that these were all in-game environments, all fake, just some renderings and sound effects, but this was useless, and he could only sacrifice his ultimate, shouting the club. Yes. Host. Righteousness. Nucleus. Heart. Price. Value. Concept: "Prosperity, democracy, civilization..."

Even this is of little use, it can only ease the fear a little and allow Yang Hao to regain his ability to think.

Before he knew it, he had come to a dark door, and a faint voice called to him, as if the most terrible beings lived inside.

If it was an ordinary person, he might have already walked in, but Yang Hao was prepared for the nightmare he was about to face, and he recognized such an obvious feature of the Black Gate at once.

So he immediately bit the tip of his tongue, and the pain made him stop his involuntary progress, and he looked deeply into the darkness in the door, and felt that the great being in the darkness was staring at him, and he couldn't help but feel a wave of nausea, and retched a few times.

Yang Hao immediately withdrew his "rude" gaze and turned around to leave.

A middle-aged man with deep-set eyebrows and messy hair stood silently behind him, which scared Yang Hao to the point of trembling at that time, and also made the people in the maintenance department feel uneasy.

"Who are you!" Yang Hao asked loudly, wanting to clear his fear.

"Prosperity will decline, and decline will eventually usher in glory, and we hear his call in dreams, waiting for the inevitable end."

The middle-aged man didn't answer Yang Hao's meaning, his eyes were blank, like a corpse, and he laughed wildly after speaking, and the black and ugly blood kept flowing out of the corners of his mouth.

And Yang Hao was in pain in this laughter, and a majestic image like an octopus was gradually imprinted in his mind.

I don't know how long it took, the laughter disappeared, Yang Hao let go of the hand covering his ears, his eyes were bloodshot with a few drops of blood and tears, he gasped heavily, and looked around, he had actually walked to the edge of the black door, and his right foot was about to step into the door in mid-air.

"No!" Yang Hao's voice was hoarse and tried his best to restrain his steps, and his tone was extremely harsh, but it was too late, and the thick darkness enveloped Yang Hao entirely.

Yang Hao, who was in the dark, heard the call again, this time no longer faintly, but like a whisper close to his ear.

Just hearing the tone made him feel extremely evil, and the adrenaline rush made him think again.

This is Lalaye, Cthulhu's sleeping place, Yang Hao's nightmare.

Cthulhu didn't wake up, but the unintentional fluctuations of consciousness it emitted in its slumber alone weren't something humans could bear.

This is the world of dreams, and the composition of the world mostly refers to Yang Hao's consciousness and memory, and in his subconscious, Cthulhu is just behind the Black Gate.

Yang Hao found that he underestimated the power of the nightmare, and when he decided to turn back, the weakness and deep fear in his heart were exposed, so he was taken advantage of by the nightmare, and then there was a middle-aged man with a demonic laugh.

Thinking about this, Yang Hao no longer avoided it, and decided to face it vigorously.

MD, it's just a game, dead is dead!

In the dark, he couldn't tell the direction, Yang Hao didn't care, and strode straight forward.

Then a faint light appeared in the darkness, and although Yang Hao knew that it might be a trap, he resolutely went straight away, without avoiding it, because all avoidance could only strengthen the power of the nightmare.

Soon Yang Hao approached the light source, which was an oil lamp that was fueled by an unknown amount, and was lifted into the hands of a tall but eminent figure.

From Yang Hao's angle, he could only vaguely see the side face of the other party, the familiar eyeballs that protruded so much that the eyelids could not wrap them, and the cheeks on both sides of the neck that were constantly trembling.

Hehe, it turned out to be an old friend deep diver.

The deep diver also spotted Yang Hao, slowly turned around, and stared at Yang Hao with its dead fish eyes, making a sharp and hoarse guttural sound.

Responses rang out in the darkness one after another.

Yang Hao is not very afraid of this, he has a deep understanding of deep divers, and he has killed many with his own hands, peeling off the unknown coat, deep divers can not make Yang Hao afraid, but let him be angry, and he fell in love with the oil lamp in the other party's hand.

Yang Hao, who decided to make a move, immediately pulled out the decapitation sword, stepped on the flames, and slashed at the ugly head of the deep diver with a sword.

Unexpectedly, several sturdy deep divers jumped out of the darkness on the side, they were completely humanoid, and their terrifying faces resembled those of the fishmen, which made Yang Hao feel a slight sense of intimacy.

Yang Hao didn't take these deep divers in his eyes at all, he was no longer Wuxia Ameng, and the big sword swept and cut off the arms of many deep divers.

The lights were receding, and Yang Hao didn't want to delay with them, so he just killed the deep divers in the direction of pursuit, and didn't bother to care about the rest of the land.

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