This voice exploded in Zhen Shifeng's mind like a bomb, and before he had time to think too much, Zhen Shifeng casually picked up the kitchen knife on the board and turned around and slashed back, immediately cutting the bloody arm in two.

With a bang, the gushing blood struck like a tide, and Brother Feng had to put his arms across his chest to resist, but he was rushed out of the window by the rapid flow of blood. However, the moment he flew out of the broken window, he suddenly realized that he was not falling towards the ground, but continuing to 'fall' horizontally as if he had lost gravity.

I just felt that it was dark in front of my eyes, and two seconds later, Zhen Shifeng fell back to the original grocery store.

"There's really a feeling of retreating to the original point of resurrection after failing the mission, could it be that this script really has such a setting?" Zhen Shifeng complained while patting the dust on his body.

At this time, the scene in front of him changed slightly: the thick fog that had originally enveloped the entire town was like a few drops of red ink mixed with boiling water, and gradually became blood-red; At the same time, hundreds of glass mirrors are suspended in the sky in various corners of the town's streets, and the colorful light of the debut faintly appears on the mirrors, which is really weird.

"Hehe, this is like a dream world." As he spoke, Zhen Shifeng walked to one of the mirrors, but his appearance was not reflected in the mirror. If you look closely, this so-called mirror seems to be connected to the door of another world, and when he stretches his hand forward, a huge suction force immediately sucks him in.

"You......... Return......... Come......... Finish! ”

A familiar voice sounded abruptly in his ears, and when Zhen Shifeng opened his eyes again, he had already returned to the kitchen on the second floor of the hut, his broken arm and disgusting blood were completely gone, as if everything that happened just now was his hallucination.

In order to verify this guess, Zhen Shifeng stepped out of the window without saying a word, and naturally his health was dropped by about one-third.

"Okay, at least it can be proved that it was all fake just now............ halfway through the words, Brother Feng suddenly realized that he was wrong, if the previous one was an illusion, then where did the blood stain on his body come from?

In fact, dreams are inherently bizarre, an illusory world woven from a large number of redundant memories and information in life, which is elusive and unpredictable. Therefore, it is very possible that something strange will happen in the dream, but the real scary thing is that once the illusion is transformed into an existence in the sense of 'reality', such as a game script, even if you have a few lives, it may not be enough to toss. This is also the reason why Zhen Shifeng has an irrepressible sense of tension, after all, when human beings face unknown things, there will always be a sense of fear in their hearts.

However, at this moment, a series of terrifying roars suddenly came from mid-air: "Don't go! Don't go! Don't go! Don't go! Don't go! Don't go! ”

At the same time, with the sound source as the center, the blood wave in the sky rushed straight down. Although Zhen Shifeng quickly took a few steps back and dodged, the monster formed by the blood waves opened its bloody mouth to him mercilessly.

The situation was no longer good, and the monster's two huge claws frantically swung forward, and everything it swept was reduced to nothing. And Zhen Shifeng had to desperately flee in all directions, and after a while, the sound of the monster's breathing was already ringing in his ears.

"Do you want me to fall out of the window one more time to get rid of this monster?" Thinking of this, Brother Feng suddenly noticed something, now think about it, the window he passed through when he was washed out by blood before was indeed a little strange, the light of the kitchen reflected by the broken glass fragments is far stronger than ordinary glass, I am afraid that it is not a real window, but a mirror that can reach another space.

In other words, the first dream realm is mainly composed of two parts: the 'real' world and the 'illusory' world, which are connected by mirrors, so that Zhen Shifeng has found an excellent way to temporarily avoid danger.

"I remember that there should be a large clothing store around the corner in front of me, and there must be a fitting mirror in it!" As he spoke, Brother Feng followed the crack in the open door and entered the clothing store, and then stretched out his hands to the fitting mirror directly opposite, only to hear a whoosh, and then the white light lit up, and he came to the illusory world full of blood-colored mist again.

This time the bet was right, the monster really didn't follow, Zhen Shifeng gasped and squatted on the ground along the corner of the wall, "Then again, do you need to kill that monster to get rid of this first dream?" It's too difficult when you can't use items and skills, right? ”

Indeed, at this stage, Zhen Shifeng really has no better way to deal with that behemoth, if he rushes back to 'reality', the result will inevitably be attacked by monsters again. However, Brother Feng is Brother Feng after all, and his keen insight and leaping thinking beyond ordinary people are really amazing, and now he has shifted his attention to the blood-colored fog that fills the surroundings.

"If it's normal for the mirrors scattered here to serve as a passage connecting the two worlds, then the only difference between the two is probably the color of the fog, right?"

The system seems to be trying to convey something to the player with this feature, and the only thing that can be associated based on the color of the fog is the monster made of blood.

"Blood mist, blood monster, ordinary white mist, if the former is equal to the sum of the latter two?" Zhen Shifeng suddenly understood that the reason why the white mist in reality would gradually decrease in concentration around the hut was probably because it was the medium or the real body that the blood monster relied on to act. In other words, the thinner the fog, the worse the monster's action ability will be, and the chance you have to kill it.

As soon as he said it, Zhen Shifeng decisively copied a samurai * from a nearby antique shop, and then jumped along the mirror, and returned to 'reality' in a moment.

"Run!"

Now the only thing Brother Feng could do was to rush towards the place where the fog was thin, and about half a minute later, there was a roar from above again, and the monster appeared.

"Whoosh!" The giant claw swept over and rolled up a fierce wind, Zhen Shifeng couldn't dodge several times and was rubbed, and his health gradually dropped to about half.

Fortunately, the return point is still far from the central hut, the fog is getting thinner and thinner, and the movement of the blood monster is gradually becoming a little sluggish, and both speed and strength are far less than before.

"It's now!"

Seeing the right time, Zhen Shifeng reflexively slashed the monster's ankle and made it unbalanced on the spot, the latter's giant fist fell at the same time, and a large crater was smashed on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of wounds instantly covered the monster's whole body, and at this time, Brother Feng kicked up and soared into the air, in order to give the opponent the final blow, and saw that victory was in sight. However............

"What?"

The blood flashed, and the injured monster suddenly turned into monstrous blood, and Zhen Shifeng was devoured in an instant before he could dodge............