The next day.

"Well, good. ”

"I know, sister, don't worry. ”

"Well, that's it, hang up. ”

On the sofa in the dormitory, Du Mu put down his mobile phone, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It seems that because he just came out of the ruins, the mission is over, Du Shuang is resting these days, and he will call him almost every day, although he didn't say it explicitly, but Du Mu could hear that his sister was worried that the shepherd society would retaliate against him.

However, these days have been calm, I don't know if the annual rings have played a role in it, Du Mu has not found any action in the shepherd's society.

He wanted to ask Luo Shen, but the latter had been away from the academy for the past few days, and he didn't know where he had gone.

Let's go!

While thinking about it, Xiao Jiu placed a cup of steaming coffee in front of Du Mu, and the slight sound of the cup colliding with the glass pulled him back to reality.

Looking up, Xiao Jiu, who was wearing an apron, took a plate of muffins from the plate he was holding with an expressionless face, put it on the coffee table, and turned back to the kitchen.

After a while, she returned to the living room, her apron had been taken off, and she sat directly beside Du Mu, continuing to absorb the gray dream.

Du Mu retracted his gaze, took a sip of coffee, cut a small piece of muffin and ate it, and nodded with satisfaction.

It tastes good!

Now the housework in his dormitory is basically taken care of by Xiao Jiu.

Xiao Jiu, who is talented in this area, is completely out of his mind, does all the housework in an orderly manner, and even makes coffee and prepares snacks.

If it weren't for Xiao Jiu not being able to leave him too far away, and he needed to buy vegetables by himself, Du Mu even had the idea of letting Xiao Jiu cook.

"I have to fight and do housework, and I feel like I've become an unscrupulous boss who oppresses employees. Du Mu secretly laughed at himself.

Twenty minutes later, he retracted the gray dream.

Tonight he plans to explore the new Dream Zone, just in case, Gray Dream can't consume too much, and needs to keep most of it for combat.

After dinner and cultivation for a while, the time soon came to night.

Du Mu climbed into bed, quickly fell asleep, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already in a dream.

Without summoning Xiao Jiu, he directly took out Youyu and left the apartment and walked towards the right side of the street.

After a large-scale clean-up some time ago, there is no trace of fog on the street, and the view is open.

Even the Faceless have vanished.

Arriving at the end of the street unhindered, Du Mu soon saw a halo of blue, blue and purple light flowing like a three-dimensional abstract painting, and a motionless guardian who was half-kneeling in front of the halo.

As he approached within twenty meters, the defender finally reacted, and suddenly looked up, and the sockets under the silver armor suddenly lit up with two red dots.

In the next second, it flew out upside down, with a loud bang in the air, and the huge armor instantly split apart, and the fragments fell to the ground and rolled out a long distance.

And where it was originally located, Du Mu slowly put down his weapon, and he didn't even breathe.

More than 200 defenders who have fought are nothing more than a matter of casual blows to him now.

After staring at the halo for a moment, Du Mu jumped and disappeared into the light of the blue, blue and purple intertwined rendering.

I don't know how long it took for him to regain consciousness from his trance, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a small, cramped room.

There was a cold and damp touch from under him, Du Mu looked down and found that he was sitting on the floor, and quickly got up.

There was still a hint of heaviness in his head, as if it was the after-effects of the halo he had just passed.

"It's strange, it's been a long time since I've felt this way. Du Mu rubbed his temples and wondered secretly, "Could it be that this happens every time you enter a new dream?"

Shaking his head, he began to look around him.

The room is not large, only about five or six square meters in size, and a worn-out bed takes up half of the space.

The walls are made of dark blue masonry, which seems to have gone through a long time, and there is a faint sense of the vicissitudes of time, and there are faint dark stains on the surface of the masonry.

Overhead, on the ceiling, hung an old-fashioned oil lamp, the shade on the top of which was rusty and emitted a hazy gray glow.

With the dim light, Du Mu approached the wall to look at it for a moment, then reached out and touched it, and quickly determined that the dark stains on the wall were blood stains left after dry brown.

In addition, near the wall of the bed, he found a broken chain, which from the incision appeared to have been severed by a weapon such as a blade, and the other end was firmly fastened into the wall with a thick iron nail.

The bed was covered with dust and apparently uninhabited for a long time.

Du Mu turned around, and an iron fence appeared in front of him, which seemed to be covered with rust because it had not been maintained for too long, as if it was covered with a layer of dark red moss.

After a long search, he finally determined that the room he was in was a prison cell.

Seeing that he couldn't find any clues in the cell, Du Mu didn't want to stay any longer, stepped to the gate of the fence, cut the rusty chains on it with a sword, pushed the door open and walked out.

The creak of the iron door echoed through the silent corridor, and it was heard far away.

Du Mu waited patiently for a while, and found that there was no movement, so he looked around and looked at the corridor in front of him.

Compared to the gloomy cells, the corridor was much brighter, with oil lamps hanging at every seven or eight meters above the head.

"Speaking of which, this place is very different from the previous dream area. Du Mu looked around in surprise.

Whether it's a street, a church, or a school area, more than ninety percent of the places are dyed gray, but here, the colors are vibrant, and even a few places are gray-white, which feels normal and blends into the colors of the environment.

However, no one has to say that the dream area must be gray and white.

Du Mu shrugged his shoulders and continued to walk forward.

The corridor is not spacious, only four or five people can walk at the same time, the floor is paved with hard dark cyan stone bricks, and the surface is covered with dense slender traces, a bit like drag marks, which spread out one after another halfway to spread to the rooms on both sides.

Raising his head, Du Mu observed the rooms on both sides as he moved forward.

The room was the same cell he was in, but with an extra figure.

When he got closer, Du Mu was shocked to realize that the figure was actually a skeleton in tattered clothes.

The skeleton lay on the bed like a boiled prawn, as if it had suffered great pain before dying, one hand hanging from its chest and the other firmly chained above the head of the bed.

Du Mu condensed his eyes and looked at it, and after half a minute, there was still no text prompt in front of him.

But he still didn't take it lightly.

After experiencing so many dreams, Du Mu has long not been as completely trusting as he was at the beginning, and sometimes no words appear, it does not mean that the nightmare creature in front of him is not the same, it is very likely that it has not woken up yet.

As for the awakening conditions.

Du Mu glanced at the iron chains tied to the gate of the fence, and already had a plan in his heart.

With no intention of going in, Du Mu continued to move forward, and soon reached the corner, but after walking over, there was a similar corridor in front of him.

His brow furrowed slightly.

After passing through three corners and four corridors in succession, Du Mu finally saw an iron door at the end of the fourth corridor.

It wasn't until he approached within two meters of the iron gate that nothing happened, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Rumble!

The door on his side suddenly broke open, and a tall and burly figure rushed out of it, slamming into Du Mu like a charging chariot.

The attack came so suddenly, and when the lightning was shining, Du Mu's body sank suddenly, and with a muffled snort, he directly unleashed the iron block.

In the next second, the majestic figure slammed into him.

With a muffled sound, Du Mu's whole person flew out fiercely, flying out of the corridor like a cannonball for more than ten meters, and then rolled and stopped.

As soon as he stabilized his body, he heard a violent whistling sound in his ears, and without thinking about it, he immediately lay on the ground, and as soon as his head touched the ground, a sharp short axe brushed his hair and cut off a few strands of hair.

He could even feel the cold touch of the dastard!

As soon as the broken axe passed, Du Mu immediately bounced up like a pressed spring, kicked the ground hard under his feet, and the whole person swept straight out, jumping over a distance of more than ten meters like an aurora, and slammed into the majestic figure not far away.

The sharp tip of the sword burst out of his body, enveloping the figure and slamming it into the wall behind him, nailing him to the wall.

The majestic figure struggled for a moment, and soon died silent.

Seeing this, Du Mu exhaled heavily, pulled out his long sword, and let the figure fall to the ground.

It wasn't until this moment that he had time to look at the figure for what it really was.

But it was a burly man with a naked and strong upper body, and a pair of linen trousers on the lower body.

He wore a cylindrical helmet on his head, covering his entire head, leaving only a slit in his eye socket, and even when he died, he still clutched a sharp axe tightly in his other hand.

There was no doubt that he threw another short axe just now, almost cutting off half of Du Mu's head.

'Nightmare: The Warden'

'Combat Strength: 550'

"The caretaker...... It looks like it's really a prison here. Du Mu swung his long sword, spilling the blood on it, before walking towards the room that the caretaker had rushed out of earlier.

When he saw the appearance of the door, Du Mu couldn't help but curse secretly.

The color and shape of the door are very similar to the wall, except for a small opening at the top, which you will not be able to detect if you don't look closely.

Coupled with the proximity to the exit, most people's attention will be on the iron gate, or on guard against possible pursuers from behind and around the corner, and no one will pay attention to the 'wall' next to the iron gate.

The man who designed this door is insidious!

Du Mu walked around the room, but found nothing other than the bed, the table, and the toilet in the corner.

"This should just be the caretaker's bedroom. ”

Feeling a little disappointed in his heart, Du Mu shook his head and left the room, came to the iron door, reached out to hold the doorknob, and pulled hard.

The iron door does not move!

"Huh?" Du Mu frowned.

Next, he tried many times, but he was still unable to open the iron door, and in desperation, he had to raise his long sword and slash at the iron gate, intending to break it violently.

Burst!

The long sword slashed straight into the iron gate, but only made a slight muffled sound, but the power contained in the blade disappeared like a mud cow into the sea.

The feeling of the sword Du Mu was already very familiar, his expression moved, he looked up, and sure enough, he found that a centimeter in front of the iron gate, a faint ripple appeared at some point.

He reached out and touched it, and a pliable touch came from his palm, confirming his suspicion.

"Light Film ......"