Chapter Seventy-One: Nightmare

Countless snowflakes fell from the sky, and they flew in a chaotic manner, over the dilapidated buildings, past the bell tower in the middle of the town, and it was blown by the wind, and finally fell on the girl's face, melting and leaving a shallow stain of water.

I couldn't believe it, Seleuc was a little stunned, and she returned here again, the place in the depths of her memory.

The human brain will subconsciously protect itself, forget those unpleasant, even if it is profound, it will deliberately forget, even if the will is only a sigh when it recalls it, all this has passed so long.

But now, after so long, Seleuc has returned, or the forgotten things have come to her.

The icy cold wind surged through the alley, and the wild dog looked at her from afar, exuding a strange and abominable ominousness, but instead of attacking rashly, it looked at Seleuc quietly, as if enjoying some kind of drama, the god was so human, as if the body contained the will of some man.

Without waiting for Seleucto to think, a hand suddenly grabbed her by the hair and lifted her up.

"I've finally found you. ”

The man said, the smell of alcohol emanating from under his heavy clothes.

"How much money did you get today, if it's not enough, you won't have dinner. ”

Dragging Seleucus directly to the ground, the girl tried to scratch the back of his hand, but it did not have the slightest effect.

His steps were swaying, and he looked like he had drunk too much.

Seleuc remembered this, and then anger, and she struggled hard, but the hand was as steel, and when she used all her strength, she could not change anything.

"Luo ...... Lorenzo!"

Seleuc shouted, as if expecting some hope.

She didn't know what was going on, why she was here, but now she didn't seem to be able to do anything but call Lorenzo.

Seleuce was full of anticipation, she believed that the witcher, he would come to her rescue, as he had done at the beginning, or when Sheimam Lawrence had come, he would always be there when the crisis came.

But it didn't work, no one answered her call in this long alley.

Then strange thoughts couldn't stop surging through her mind, even Seleuc didn't understand why, she actually thought, what if there was no Lorenzo?

What if the man named Lorenzo Holmes hadn't found himself in the first place, and what if he had taken someone else from Gaul-Nalori in the first place?

A staggered life, with terrible reverberations.

Seleuc suddenly didn't dare to think about it, and extreme fear surged up from the bottom of her heart, eating away at her.

The wild dogs at the end of the alley were still there, staring silently, the scarlet reflecting the cold world.

Everything was so familiar, followed by a blur of memory.

She was about to forget something, and the memories began to crumble, and Seleucus did everything she could to memorize the memories that were about to be erased, but it was in vain.

"Stop...... Stop!"

An invisible force swept away her memories, tearing apart all the recorded papers.

The last blank.

In intense pain, Seleuc slowly let go of his struggling hand...... She couldn't remember how she got here.

His hands hung down on the ground, as if he had given up resistance, and he waded across the muddy ground.

Suddenly, all the dusty childhood flooded into his mind, completely burying the past experience, Seleuc's demeanor changed slightly, and then, as if he had changed a person, he let the drunk drag him away.

She remembered that she had always lived here, a beggar, and like many longed for it, Seleuc longed to go to the fabled Old Dunling, but she couldn't, and was trapped in this small town on the edge of Gaulnalo.

But suddenly, there was something wrong, and Seleucus had an impression of the old Dunling that had only appeared in the mouths of others, as if she had been there.

Dreams?

Seleuc thought so, and then remembered more, but it was covered with a mysterious power that blurred it, like a dream memory, a false memory.

She suddenly laughed miserably, and she was thinking about something unrealistic again.

Slowly raised his hand, it was a hand covered with frostbite and dirt, different from the vague memory.

Seleuc remembered that in his dreams he was very noble, and many people surrounded him and showed loyalty to him......

But it just felt like something was missing, and it seemed like something was going to happen today.

Not even bothering about the pain in her hair, she looked at the sky.

What will happen?

In fact, for Seleuc, it seemed that nothing could change her current situation, her beggar sake, the predicament that she could not leave.

So the whole world began to alienate, and the white snow melted into black water, first the buildings and dead trees, and then everything in the field of vision, they were all alienated, and the black water flowed on the ground.

The hand that clung to her hair twisted, and the human blood began to swell, and the bones proliferated and grew, finally stretching open the heavy clothing.

But none of this alerted Seleuc, or she was no longer aware of these "anomalies" at the moment.

Her gaze was a little glazed, and her cold pupils reflected the wild dog that had stepped on the black water.

The pitch-black water flooded her body, almost engulfing her completely, and the next moment the wild dog rose with great force, and all the terrifying canine teeth were raised, and the corners of the whole mouth were cracked and expanded, as if to swallow Seleuc whole in one go.

But suddenly, the slender hand touched something in the black water, and the texture was rough and hard, like a stone.

It was too late to think about that, and it was unknown whether or not Seleuc had the ability to think now, but suddenly a voice rang out, and he yelled, and it all stopped.

"Wake up!"

The splashed black water scattered into countless suspended black particles, and the distorted appearance of the wild dog was so close that it was clearly visible.

"Wake up!"

The familiar voice sounded again, and the world collapsed.

Seleuc sat up hard, breathing heavily, as Lorenzo helped her, blazing fireworks under her gray-blue eyes.

"I ...... What's wrong with me?"

There was a sharp pain in my mind, as if I had been slammed with a blunt object.

"You almost scared me to death!"

Ignoring Seleu's questioning, Lorenzo screamed.

He just wanted to teach this little girl who was too mentally mature, but who wanted to say that Seleucus was stupid halfway, and then fell into a coma.

"Wait...... What's going on?"

Seleuc breathed hard, not only in her head, but also in her mouth, and she lowered her head as she thought about it, and her collar was ripped open, revealing a snow-white patch with some blood on it.

"Florend Elixir, I injected you with that thing, Merlin said it was for erosion. ”

Lorenzo buttoned her clothes tightly, not giving Seleucus a chance to attack.

When he left, Merlin noticed Lorenzo's bad mental state, so he handed him a potion, after the Ranger plan, the deteriorated Florente potion can help humans resist erosion and enhance mental resistance, and in disguise can help him refresh himself, but he didn't expect to be used here.

"I ...... How could my heart beat so fast. ”

Seleuc covered her mouth, she could clearly feel the pounding heartbeat, like a steam engine with full power, and she even had some trouble breathing.

"There should be a certain stimulant ingredient, you know, generally speaking, using this potion proves that you have been eroded, or the kind that is not far from death. ”

Lorenzo said anxiously.

"Erosion?

Seleuc asked with difficulty, now using all her strength just to breathe.

"You can't be an investor, you don't even know about the number one product of your competitors!"

Lorenzo picked her up, picked up Winchester and hung it around his waist, and cāo) picked up the knight's sword and broke through the door.

Sure enough, Arthur didn't say much to Seleuc, and he didn't confide in the more complicated side of demons.

"Anyway, you'd better be honest for a while, and of course it's better to close your eyes, you don't want to see everything weird being chopped into pieces. ”

"What do you mean?"

Seleuc's voice was a little weak, and Florent's potion forcibly dragged her out of that dream, and with her unspecialized physique, it was still a little difficult to withstand the medicine.

"Demons, strange demons....... ”

"What about Yahweh?"

Seleucus cared for the old butler.

"I guess he's supposed to have a nightmare somewhere. ”

Lorenzo picked up a cigarette and said through gritted teeth.

"Are you so addicted to smoking?"

Seleuc looked weak, and his voice was muffled, like a babble after drinking too much.

"I just rely on this to stay awake, after all, there is only one Florend Elixir...... Damn, why didn't Merlin give me a few more. ”

Lorenzo cursed, and in his vision the corridor became incomparably long and twisted, as if there was no end.

Raise your foot and kick open the window, and from here you can look down at the street no longer exists, replaced by an endless abyss, and look up at the walls of the mansion that stretch to the sky.

Like a nightmare that befell reality, the unreal and the real overlapped, intertwined with each other, tormenting the world in between.

This feels all too familiar, and it can be a large-scale mental distortion anomaly.

The Illusion of Nightmares.

The hallucinations had already acted on Lorenzo's mind, but fortunately, the witcher's resistance was relatively high, and he didn't fall directly into the dream like Seleuc, otherwise it would have been even more troublesome.

"I've got to find it. ”

Lorenzo whispered, it was an attack by demons, an attack against Seleus.

For a moment, a thunderbolt crossed Lorenzo's mind, and after realizing that it was a nightmare illusion, he suddenly understood the whole picture of the whole event, all the whole picture.

The details that everyone has forgotten connect the whole story.

"Seleuc, you're in big trouble. ”

Lorenzo said to the girl in his arms as he ran wildly down the long hallway.

"Of course, before I can solve this problem, I first have to find that damn dreamer. ”

Then kill it.