I stood on the street, empty, there was no one, what Yin Qiujian had just said, made me question the whole city, I squatted on the ground, one hand, flat on the ground.

I can't feel anything, even if Yin Qiujian said that this city has its own consciousness, but I don't feel it at all.

"What's going on? You don't mean ......"

"Brother, this is just my speculation, Ouyang Nan has already swallowed up this city, no matter how you look for him, you can't find where his people are, don't you think it's strange? And the best explanation, however. ”

"So what now? Without getting the fragments of the end, all this cannot end. ”

I thought that I had to find a way to get the fragment of the end from Ouyang Nan's hands before those green ghosts arrived, otherwise, Ouyang Meng would be very dangerous.

"Brother, let's get into the story."

Yin Qiu suddenly said this, and I immediately stood up and looked at him in surprise.

"The horror story?"

I asked, Yin Qiu nodded, and then he told me that he had sealed it in that terrifying hometown before, which was caused by Ouyang Meng's own will.

In any case, that horror story was created by Ouyang Meng, and the horror story followed Ouyang Meng's consciousness.

At that time, Yin Qiu was sealed into the story, and originally, it was impossible to come out at all.

"Then how did you come out at that time?"

I asked, and Yin Qiu smiled.

"It's the story itself, the loopholes are too big, that's why I was able to come out."

Yin Qiu said and explained, originally, that horror story did not have any autonomous consciousness, these started after it was discarded by Ouyang Meng, and I don't know when it started, that horror story produced an autonomous consciousness.

At first, the horror story was very hateful, and Ouyang Meng began a long cooperation with the young ghost named Breaking Wentian, and wrote the horror stories that had happened in the world into the book through the writer.

And that writer is Wang Jianhui's father, a writer who can't become popular, Wang Xinming.

"Why did you choose him?"

I asked, and Yin Qiu smiled.

"Have you forgotten? The power of that strange old man is called Yan Ling. ”

I immediately nodded, and remembered, the strange old man said that Wang Jianhui is his descendant, and the power he uses is something called Yan Ling, the strange old man said that in words, the soul is sustened, and the people of their clan can feel it.

"What does this have to do with the current situation?"

I asked again.

Yin Qiujian walked over slowly, pointed to the sky, and said slowly.

"Brother, the color of the sky is really the same as ever!"

I looked up at the gray sky, indeed, for so many days, I had never seen the unexpected color of gray, and the sky, as always, was set in stone.

"What the hell is going on, that horror story, and the world itself."

Yin Qiujian laughed, and then suddenly grabbed my hand, and just as I wanted to ask something, I grabbed Yin Qiujian and flew towards the center of the city.

Gradually, Yin Qiu and I came to the place in the center of the city, the address where Ouyang Nan lived.

"Brother, how did I get here?"

As soon as he landed at the place where Ouyang lived, Yin Qiu asked.

I looked around in surprise, then at the sky, and then at Yin Qiujian, and said word by word.

"You came into this world from a horror story."

I looked at Yin Qiujian in amazement, I forgot about that horror story at all, but now that Yin Qiujian has mentioned this horror story, then, I'm afraid that this world and that horror story are connected.

"It seems that you finally realized, brother, that horror story and this world are connected, and the person who created that horror story at that time was not the dead shemale!"

"Who the hell is that?"

"You should be clear." Yin Qiujian said, paused, and then explained.

It was Ouyang Chen, it was Ouyang Chen himself who created this horror story, not Ouyang Meng, although before, he said that this horror story was created by Ouyang Meng himself, indeed, part of it, he used some of the power of dreams a little bit in order to pass the time.

To put it bluntly, that horror story is the embodiment of dreams, Ouyang Meng uses the power of dreams to transform the stories that have happened in reality into dreams, however, it is not so simple, what has happened in reality, if you want to completely transform it into a dream, you need to rely on it, and this dependence is a horror story.

Before Ouyang Meng, what he wanted was to make the dream more real, not in the dream, those influences were very ethereal, so he began to transform the things in the real world into dreams slowly, through the power of dreams.

The difficulty of all this is beyond Ouyang Meng's imagination, because the core of the dream is the dream ghost and the dream man, both of which are indispensable, Ouyang Meng has tried, there is no need for dreamers and dream ghosts, however, once the things in reality are completely transformed into dreams, without the dream people and dream ghosts, written in horror stories, they will disappear, disappear inexplicably.

"How do you know that?"

I asked, and Yin Qiu smiled.

"That dead shemale, now I can't hold it at all, it was he who told me last night, when you were fighting, I was looking for Ouyang Nan's whereabouts earlier, but I had no clue, and I couldn't find him at all."

"Has Ouyang Nan escaped into a horror story?" I asked, and Yin Qiu nodded.

"Although I thought before that the only place where the dead old man could go was in the horror story, I don't know where that horror story has gone since I came out."

Yin Qiu said, as soon as he raised his hand, there was a boom, and the place where Ouyang Nan was sleeping was torn apart, exploded, and the gravel was splashed, and when the dust dispersed, I saw a thick story book held on kraft paper, with four big gilded characters on it, a horror story.

I was amazed to see that this horror story was here.

"Brother, you know what? When I first regained consciousness, I was already on this grassland, and I am afraid that the power of the dead shemale has weakened, so my inhibition has been completely weakened, so I was able to come out of the horror story, and besides, I am afraid that the writer of this horror story has also had a little problem, so I can come out. ”

"So what do you do now?"

"Dead shemale, you're here, come out quickly and tell Zhang Qingyuan what to do." Yin Qiujian raised his head, looked towards the sky, and roared.

"Hmph, Yin Qiujian, you are just an ant on a hot pot now, hehe."

Ouyang Meng's yin and yang strange voice seemed to float from a long distance, and I looked around.

"Don't look for it, Zhang Qingyuan, let me tell you the truth, I didn't expect that this horror story would have such a powerful power, it was Xiao Chen who did it, hehe, he has also been in the horror story, watching, hoping that there will be a day when I can be solved."

"Don't talk nonsense, what do you need to do to find Ouyang Nan and Ouyang Chen, and find the fragments of the end."

"Into the horror story, Zhang Qingyuan, haven't you had this experience many times before? They have entered the horror story, in order to avoid the hundred ghosts under my command, survive these three days, when the door of the dream is opened, and then replace me and control the dream. ”

As soon as Ouyang Meng finished speaking, I asked.

"Aren't they trying to kill you?"

"Brother, it's not to kill, but to replace, you've seen the king of the dream ghost."

I nodded, and Yin Qiu said indirectly.

"This dead shemale, no matter how bad it is, is the king of this world, whether it is a dreamer or a dreamer, they all recognize him, brother, what do you think can be done to make this world not recognize the dead lady?"

The more Yin Qiu said, the more I felt that it was very weird, and I couldn't understand the connection between all this.

"Deprive me of consciousness they want."

Ouyang Meng's voice came again.

"This is just what you deserve, dead shemale, hehe, what you created by yourself, but it was used by others and turned into a big killer against yourself, ridiculous, lamentable."

"Yin Qiu, don't spit out ivory in your mouth, you don't feel good, so choose this point in time, I want Zhang Qingyuan to enter the horror story again, after all, your instinct, but you didn't come back!"

As soon as Ouyang Meng finished speaking, Yin Qiu's smile disappeared and became cold.

"Zhang Qingyuan, the only way now is for you to quickly enter the horror story, from the hands of those two guys, get the final fragments, now, I'm afraid this horror story, has begun to write independently, the next story will happen, it is nothing more than that I finally lost consciousness, in this dream, and a new generation of kings was born."

Ouyang Meng said, a gust of wind blew, a loud sound sounded, the horror story floating in the air, began to turn the page, I hurriedly came over, and after a while, my eyes widened.

Although I couldn't keep up with the speed of turning the page, after a little reading, I found that the world, these days, the stories that have happened have been written into it.

"Now, I'm afraid they want to use the power of the final fragment to make this horror story exert great power, so that my consciousness will completely disappear into all corners of this world."

I swallowed and looked at the horror story, and now the story I saw, with a clear title, said, The Fall of Dreams, these four big words.

"Everything now, I'm afraid it will start to change on the third day, Zhang Qingyuan, what are you going to do?"