This crazy thought dominated Zhuo Xuan's actions and controlled his body.

He felt the lives of his men slowly passing away, and felt the struggling prey lose its vitality little by little, freeze, and turn into a cold corpse.

"What did I do, what did I do......"

Zhuo Xuan muttered, his face pale, and withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted.

It had been a long time since he had vomited from the fact that his hands were stained with blood, but for some reason, at this moment, a feeling of churning qi and blood accompanied by the spasm of the stomach pouch hit his nerves several times, making him in pain.

"Vomit ......"

Zhuo Xuan retched, his eyes looking at the young man's corpse changed several times, and his eyes were about to split. When he finally noticed the bloody words on the boy's forehead in the darkness, it was as if a hammer had struck his temple, giving him a headache.

“01”。

The number printed on the boy's forehead is not 05, but 01.

At this moment, those strange and absurd experiences came to his mind like a movie.

Originally...... That's it......

He had never delved into what the number on Wang Wankang's forehead that only he could see represented.

"Depth...... It's the depth of dreams! Zhuo Xuan squeezed out these words from between his teeth, and the hatred in his heart burned like a flame.

On the cold asphalt pavement, the cheeks of the young man's corpse became blurred, not because of the darkness, but as if covered with a layer of fog.

Zhuo Xuan was shocked, and slowly came to the corpse's side, seeing that his facial features began to distort, and the fog dissipated, revealing a face that was familiar to him.

Li Xue.

Why is it her......

Zhuo Xuan gasped, slowly stretched out his palm, he touched the girl's cheek, and felt the unfamiliar temperature. The sky gradually increased, and in the gray light, he silently studied the girl's face, as if remembering every texture of it.

With his right hand, he brushed and closed Li Xue's eyes.

What is certain is that killing Li Xue was not his intention.

When he pounced on Li Xue, he was manipulated by an invisible force like a puppet, everything in front of him was blinded, and in the world of this TV series, he could only perform according to the established plot.

From the very beginning, when he found out that Wang Wankang was in a coma, Zhuo Xuan had already been attacked by the "beast" and pulled into a deep dream. Including the tasks he received later, in fact, the beast manipulated the plot, giving Zhuo Xuan a reasonable fantasy.

This is also the reason why he did not find the rest of the Chosen One.

The beast's comprehension is very limited, and it is not able to create some unfamiliar faces of the Chosen One based on the knowledge it has. This is much inferior to the dream realm he has experienced before.

However, it also has clever traps that the mission can't reach.

After Zhuo Xuan began to watch the TV series "Evil Spirit 05" on his mobile phone, he was pulled into the second layer of deep dreams by the beast. In that strange game of beating drums and passing flowers, no matter what Zhuo Xuan finally decides, the world will collapse, and he will jump into the third layer of dreams arranged by the beast.

No solution.

In the third-layer dream, Zhuo Xuan found that there were no real living people in this world, so he was pulled into the fourth-layer dream.

From then on, the speed of each dream collapse would accelerate, and Zhuo Xuan would become more and more addicted to sleep.

Even if he realized that the experience in front of him was another dream, he didn't have the ability to change it.

What can be done to get out of this dream?

Or will the number on that forehead eventually return to zero, and he will eventually be pulled into the fifth layer of dreams by the beast, where he will never wake up and be devoured as food?

As if sensing Zhuo Xuan's changes, the sky above him became clear and completely bright. The streets were still empty, and the city was reduced to a lifeless shell.

On the ground, Li Xue's corpse dissipated like foam, leaving only some moist marks, proving that she had indeed appeared.

Zhuo Xuan stared at his hands, he knew that although he was manipulated by the beast as a character in the play, thus killing Li Xue, but that little bit of dissipated vitality seemed to be entwined from his fingertips, which made him feel a sincere sense of guilt.

……

In the darkness, the soles of a pair of feet pressed against the floor, making a slight noise.

He deliberately slowed his pace, controlling the noise, trying not to wake the sleeping man in his bed.

In fact, due to his age and health, his actions were not fast, but this still could not be regarded as a reason to stop his determination.

Holding a rusty blunt knife in his hand, he slowly came to the man's bedside, feeling the wisps of cold wind in the depths of winter blowing across his cheeks, his eyes suddenly cold, and the knife in his hand quickly pierced down and pierced the man's throat.

Under the severe pain, the man's eyes widened suddenly, and the pierced throat was like a worn bellows, preventing him from making a questioning sound. He struggled, but his body was nailed to the bed with a knife, unable to move.

He stared at the fierce-faced old man with a sad look, his pupils dilated, like a fish that had lost its vitality.

"Die! Die, die, die......" the old man read indistinctly, the expression on his face turning from ferocity to a sinister smile that had succeeded in his plan.

However, although the man lying on the bed died, the wound never oozed half a drop of blood, which made him puzzled.

Don't......

Suddenly, the old man only felt that his vision was wide, and the "corpse" seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist, and the fog dissipated, revealing only a punctured quilt.

"This ...... This, how could it be! ”

The sudden change made the old man open his mouth wide, he covered his heart, and the incredible scene in front of him made him feel extremely shocked, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

The kerosene lamp was lit, and the faint light of the fire made the old man's frightened face clear. Zhou Xueqiu carried a kerosene lamp, pursed his lips, and picked up the knife on the ground without saying a word.

Zhou Xueqiu put the tip of the knife against the old man's neck without hesitation, noticed that the skin that was wrinkled like tree bark trembled slightly, and on a whim, he suddenly asked, "Do you have anything else to say?" ”

"No, I've lived enough." The old man's voice was bleak, and he tried to turn away a little, but the blunt knife came up like a shadow, and he was terrified.

The old man's trembling body betrayed his disguised courage to see death as if he were home, and he continued: "My grandson is called Liu Yuxiao. He was a child who didn't learn and didn't know how to learn, and in those years, our whole family spoiled him and doted on him. Later, he did something unreasonable and killed a girl. His father was furious and wanted to take him to the police station. His mother was hysterically opposed, and the two men quarreled at first, and then they fought. I still remember...... I remember the knife in the middle of the confusion and the knife in his chest. When I saw it, it was like a knife in my heart, and when I came to my senses, his mother fell to the ground. ”

The child was scared, ignorant, and hated the girl's family. He ran and set fire to the family's house and fled without a trace. However, when we heard from the people in the village that the girl's spirit would occasionally return, we were all afraid...... I want my grandson to grow up, I want him well. So a man hid here......"

"And then, everyone who tried to find out about it was killed by you?"

The old man didn't seem to hear the questioning voice, and the corners of his mouth were spitting, like a crazy patient: "I really hope-"

His voice stopped abruptly, and the pain covered all of his senses like a tidal wave. The old man howled in pain, like a dying beast approaching the end of its life.

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested in hearing your stories, I just want to live, it's enough to know this," the corners of Zhou Xueqiu's mouth hooked up a sneer, and he let go of the hilt.

With a thud, the old man's body fell to the ground, and everything fell silent again.

Zhou Xueqiu knew that the sky was about to dawn and everything would be over.

In the distance, a terrible scream sounded, like an illusion, and disappeared in an instant, startling countless birds flying in the dark night.