Seeing that Van Gogh did not react, Wang Feng hurriedly patted Van Gogh, and Van Gogh also relieved himself at this moment.

"Ahh

"What's wrong with you? Why did you suddenly stop talking? ”

Van Gogh shook his head: "I don't know what's going on...... When I saw that bald head, I couldn't help but get scared, I ...... I think I've seen it somewhere. ”

"I've seen it...... Could it be that guy is a gamer too? Wang Feng looked at the church and couldn't help but fall into confusion.

Van Gogh replied categorically: "No...... That guy wasn't a gamer, and I don't know how. ”

"You two strangers haven't left yet, have you? This is not a place for you to stay, so get out of here! ”

The two turned their heads and found that it was the drunkard they had met earlier.

"This drunk man must know something...... Wang Feng hurriedly stepped forward: "What happened?" Can you tell us? ”

The drunk man glanced at Wang Feng and laughed: "What's the matter, anyway, this is not a place for you to stay...... You will only destroy the tranquility of this place and bring disaster...... Ah~ But this place itself is full of disasters. It's all gone, it's all gone......" he yawned and swaggered away.

"It looks like I can't get a clue from his mouth, so don't waste your efforts." Van Gogh looked at the drunk man and suddenly remembered the waiter the two had met earlier.

"By the way, why did the waiter tell us to stay for about seven days before leaving, the railroad seems to have been abandoned for a long time...... Could it be said? ”

After Van Gogh said this, Wang Feng also suddenly remembered.

"Right...... I went there today to see the railway, it has been abandoned for a long time, why did the waiter tell us that it would be seven days later? And the waiter before, I think it should be a monster pretending, so why did the monster let us stay here for seven days? Could it be that it takes seven days to prepare for some kind of ritual? Wang Feng couldn't help but gasp when he thought of this: "It turned out to be like this." ”

His thoughts became much clearer in an instant, and countless clues were combined along this line of thought.

"You say those guys are because you ......" he glanced at Van Gogh, "but why?" ”

"Because the game is about eliminating bugs, and I'm the bug, he's going to find a way to remove me."

"No...... There's got something about you that could appeal to them, they're out of the game at the moment, and I'm here to fix bugs, so those guys definitely aren't here to remove you...... I guess I want to get something out of you. Wang Feng felt that what Van Gogh said was not right: "Gamers' bugs can only be repaired by gamers." Otherwise, you wouldn't have lived that long. ”

Van Gogh nodded, and what Wang Feng said did make some sense, but if that was the case, what did those monsters want from themselves?

"If that's what you say, what do these monsters want from me?"

Wang Feng shook his head: "I heard a word on the cruise ship and in the hospital before, I don't know what it is, but everyone seems to be afraid of this thing." Even monsters are running away. ”

When Van Gogh heard Wang Feng say this, he suddenly became interested and quickly asked: "What word ......?"

"Nightmare ......" Wang Feng glanced at Van Gogh: "I don't know why almost everything is memorized by this word." ”

"What the hell is that nightmare?"

Wang Feng looked at Van Gogh with a puzzled expression: "Can't you remember?" You've used the word nightmare before! ”

"I said that?" Van Gogh pointed to himself, feeling that Wang Feng was joking, but seeing his expression didn't look like he was joking.

"That's right, you kept talking about nightmares when you were on a cruise...... When you wake up during that time, you lose the memory of that time. Wang Feng hurriedly reminded Van Gogh.

But no matter what Van Gogh thought, he couldn't remember.

"It can't be your delusion, right?"

"Nope! I don't know what it is, but I feel like I've heard the word nightmare a lot. Before Wang Feng could finish speaking, the church suddenly opened, and all the residents walked out in groups and were unusually neat.

They took off the cloth that covered their faces, and their eyes stared at them deadly.

"Nightmare...... Here they are......"

They said this in unison, and their faces were exposed to the sun.

The whole face looks like a human but not like a human, the smooth surface secretes an unknown liquid, the mouth and other parts have been detached, and the human category is more like a fish.

"Is this what these residents look like? But why take the cloth down? Wang Feng was a little puzzled.

The residents stood on either side of the road and parted the way, while the bald head slowly approached Van Gogh with a crown.

"Ah...... Yes...... Evil ......"

For some reason, the inhabitants on either side began to sing, but what they sang was more like the most primitive roar, with only tones and no concrete words.

Wang Feng hurriedly grabbed Van Gogh's hand: "Run......"

"Lakarakakaka...... Hoo! The bald head didn't know what he was humming in his mouth, but he still had a smile on his face, and Wang Feng could clearly see that there was a crack on his face, and the cyan scales were exposed.

"Run!"

I don't know why, Van Gogh was stunned, his eyes lost and he didn't know what was going on.

"Nightmare ......"

Wang Feng saw that the situation was urgent, and the residents were about to surround the two again, so he didn't have time to think about it, so he hurriedly carried Van Gogh on his back.

At this moment, Van Gogh was lying on Wang Feng's back, and his mouth kept repeating: "Nightmare ......"

The residents of the town lowered their heads when they saw Wang Feng running away.

The skin on the bald man's face suddenly cracked, and a huge fish head appeared in the sunlight.

"Lala Bar Card ......"

He looked at Wang Feng who was leaving with an expressionless face, and he didn't know what he was talking about.

Everyone shouted after him, and then re-entered the church.

Wang Feng returned to the place where the two lived and put Van Gogh on the bed, but Van Gogh was still glazed at the moment, and his mouth was repeating nightmares.

"What the hell is going on?" Wang Feng looked at this scene, and he was even more confused, and panicked for a while: "This is not the first time this has happened...... It was like this before, what the hell do these guys want to get from Van Gogh? ”

He couldn't figure it out.

"Wait a minute...... Only players have been fixed for player bugs...... These guys don't want to get Van Gogh's talent, right? Wang Feng suddenly realized this.