Nightmare Town

Jamila felt like she was being soaked in warm water in her sleep, and she was wrapped in a strange energy. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It was as if this energy was eating away at her sanity.

Perhaps this is how nightmarea slowly moves the patient from birth to death in his sleep.

Jamila gradually came to her senses, but instead of the bedroom she was familiar with, she was in a small, dilapidated house.

Jamila looked at her clothes, and it was obvious that it was no longer the same outfit she had worn before, but a coarse linen dress with a rough feel.

She sat up from the bed and walked to the dressing mirror, and she was startled to see herself in the mirror, she turned into another person, could it be that she crossed over again?

Jamila originally wanted to complain, but the depressed room in front of her really didn't make her have anything to complain about.

She tried to pull up her dashboard, and it was hard but successful, proving that she was still in the game, but she was supposed to be stuck in another dimension.

The reason why it is very difficult to bring up the user panel is because there seems to be some kind of interference here, which makes the user panel a little blurry and disappears from time to time.

And many of the features are not available, but Jamila studied it carefully for a while and saw that her stat bar read.

【Shabu Kranis】

[A widow determined to save the village]

[Vision: 13]

The contents on the attribute panel were completely unherrs, and she had no idea what this spiritual vision meant.

Just then Jamila heard a knock at the door, and she walked to the door, hesitating to open the door, because she had no idea what was waiting for her outside the door.

The knocking on the door became more and more intense, and Jamila really felt that the knocking was too harsh, and as she reached the doorknob, a flash of fire flashed on the door, and then several fonts appeared on the door panel as if they had been swept by a soldering iron.

Jamila ignored the people who were knocking frantically behind the door, and quickly focused on the words on the door.

[Those who have dived deep in dreams and have nowhere to return home, find the ladder to heaven, and you will see the light of day again]

Someone who dives deep in a dream and has nowhere to return home?

I'm supposed to be talking about it, right?

Jamila now understands that she has woken up again in a dream.

And now Jamila has calmed down after the previous panic, and she has begun to analyze her situation.

I'm now playing a woman named Shabu, who tries to save the village...

Is there any danger to the village? Is this what I'm supposed to do?

But finding the ladder to heaven, although it can be literally understood as a way out of this dream, she always feels that there is some kind of hoodoo hidden in it.

Since Shabu's mission is to save the village, let's see what these people have to say outside the door.

Jamila opened the door, and there were several middle-aged men and women standing outside the door, both men and women, but with a hint of decay on their faces, and their faces were not very good.

Their outfits look close to modern costumes, different from the ones in Jamila's games.

"Lady Shabu, the hunter of the Cult of the Gods is here, and she's looking for you."

One of the gray-haired men said anxiously, it was impossible to tell how old the man was from his face, and the years of hard life made him look older than his face.

Wait, Cult of the Gods, there are Cults of the Gods here too?

Isn't this damn church extinct yet?

Although she had such questions in her heart, Jamila was still an actress in the end, and quickly thought about what the character of Shabu should look like.

Saving the village should have a fraternity heart, and although the other party knocked on the door anxiously, but his words were full of respect for himself, it was obvious that Ms. Gauze should be a more prestigious person in this area.

Although Jamila doesn't know what the hunter of the Cult of the Gods is, judging from the attitude of these people, he should be a big man, otherwise he wouldn't have come to her in such a hurry.

As you can see from the door, the sun is hidden in the gray mist, but it seems to have just risen in the east, which means that it is early morning.

After thinking about too many questions in a short period of time, but also getting a lot of information, Jamila easily mingled with this group of people dressed with a sense of the times.

Then the group left the hut, and the buildings outside were almost the same as their own houses, all of which were simple wooden buildings, and there were no large buildings with more than two floors, which was obviously not good news for Jamila, after all, it was very difficult to save such a barren village from any point of view.

If it is an enemy, this village obviously does not have anything that can be called an anti-counterfeiting means, if it is economic, Jamila looked at the group of malnourished villagers around her, and shook her head lightly.

With the Messenger leading, Jamila soon met the so-called hunter from the Cult of the Gods.

This is a very tall young woman, judging by her age, she should be between 20 and 25 years old, maybe younger, but her dress and the cold-bloodedness in her eyes are a little unusual.

She wore a tall clawed hat, a gentleman-looking hunting jacket, a short gun on her back, and wide cuffs that were used to hide something, but although she was covered in dried blood and dirt, her face was surprisingly clean, but the look that seemed to be watching her prey at any time made people feel intimidating.

Of course, these are not the most concerning, the most concerned is the president hanging on her chest, a silver pendant, on which an eyeball is carved in a strange way, I don't know what this represents.

When Jamila approached the hunter, the strong smell of blood on the other party made her cover her nose.

However, Jamila hurriedly adjusted her attitude, obviously at this time when the other party's identity is unknown, any small movement may cause an unexpected situation.

Fortunately, the hunter did not care about Jamila's behavior in the slightest, and looked at him as if he was used to it.

"Mr. Hunter, this is the lady Shabu you want to see."

The middle-aged man beside her politely introduced himself to the hunter, and he used the words "sir instead of lady or miss", much to Jamila's surprise.

Jamila bowed slightly, and said hello simply, at least the nodding salute is basic in any era, if you use the etiquette of your own court, I am afraid that you will be regarded as an outlier here.

"Beautiful lady, you should know what I'm here for, right?"

The hunter's voice was hoarse and neutral, and even the words were in a strong masculine style, which made Jamila not know whether to complain or not, and the questions she asked made her head suddenly feel like a fight.

I know a P.

Of course, she couldn't answer like that, so she decided to bypass the question, "Dear Mr. Hunter, I know very well what you are here for, I think you must have suffered a lot on the road when you came to the dusty service, why don't you go to the humble house for a short rest first, and then we will talk about these things?" ”

"Well, that's a good idea, let's go to your room and talk, I haven't slept in a few days."

The hunter's voice seemed to be a little excited, and she handed over the horses to the other villagers, and then returned to Shabu's hut with Jamila's guidance.

When the hunter was the first to enter the hut, Jamila was about to follow, but was stopped by several village women.

One of the village women said, "Be careful of the hunters, Lady Shabu, they are all murderous madmen, and you are so kind that you have called her into your house." ”

"After all, they are hunters of the Cult of the Gods, and I'm afraid I'm very tired from coming from afar, so letting her rest for a while is also a way of hospitality, you don't have to worry about me."

Jamila's role was so successful that several of the village women were in tears and told her to be very careful, because if she was gone, the village would be over.

Although Jamila didn't know what they meant, she smiled and waved goodbye to them, walked into the cabin, and closed the door casually.

Walking into the bedroom in the back room, Jamila saw the hunter take off the hunting coat she was wearing, and the short gun she had been carrying behind her back was resting on Shabu's dressing table.

Jamila approached her, but she didn't care, so Jamila became bold and began to observe the gun.

It has to be said that the appearance of this gun reminded Jamila of many things.

Take for example the unstable short gun that Nadal presented.

The structure and the ornamentation on the sides of this gun are almost identical to the previous gun, except for the gold rim on which is painted with gold lacquer, and there are no large gems.

Jamila muttered in her heart, what the hell is going on in these two worlds?

What is the connection between the Cult of the Gods and this short spear and the world before it?

"Do you like guns?"

The hunter seemed to have straightened her clothes, revealing a white undershirt that had darkened under her hunting coat.

"No... I'm just curious about them. ”

Jamila looked away from the firearm with an embarrassed face, just as she discovered something new.

On the left arm of the hunter's white undershirt is a set of strange traps, on which is tied a pure black rappier, apparently the purpose of this tie is to play a hiding role for this rappier, just press it, the rapier can be ejected, ready to fight.

Jamila immediately understood what the oversized robe was for.

"Thank you very much for providing me with a place to stay, so let me introduce you, Lady Shabu, I am a hunter of the Dream Hunt of the Cult of the Gods, my name is Megels, can you tell me how many people in your village here have nightmares? I'll take notes, and then I'll go on the hunt. ”

Nightmare? Dream Hunters?

This...

Jamila suddenly felt that her brain was a little insufficient?

What exactly is it doing here?