Following the rickety back of the red-robed man, quickly passing through the snowy streets illuminated by oil lamps, Zhang Luo pretended to inadvertently bump into a woman passing by, knocking the other party into a stumbling and almost falling to the ground.

"I'm sorry, are you alright?"

Zhang Luo, who was wearing a black trench coat and a top hat, and a skull mask on his face, bent down slightly and stretched out his right hand with white gloves to the other party.

And when the embarrassed blonde saw the mask on his face, she immediately took a step back in fright, forgot to pick up the red hat that had fallen to the ground, and immediately turned and ran away.

"Oh? Are you afraid of me? Zhang Luo touched the smiling skull mask on his face with interest.

"With all due respect, the way you are now will definitely cause panic among the local residents." The red-robed man didn't look back as he spoke, but continued to move forward, leaving two deformed "C" footprints in the snow.

"Is that so?" Zhang Luo said casually.

――After the "little test", he found that he could interact with people in this dream world, and people here do feel panic when they see a guy wearing a skull mask walking down the street. However, the other pedestrians who passed by him completely ignored him, and completely ignored him.

It stands to reason that the combination of a red-robed hunchbacked man and a black-robed skull face will definitely attract the attention of passers-by. If they couldn't see themselves at all, the woman would not have been scared away at all. So......

"Are we now in a state similar to 'Akalin'......" Zhang Luo immediately concluded.

It seems that in this dream world, "invaders" like himself and Frankenstein belong to the kind of existence that has no sense of existence and is easy to be ignored by the aborigines. However, in a state of direct contact, it is still possible to communicate with the indigenous people.

After a general understanding of his current state in the dream world, Zhang Luo followed the red-robed man around the corner and walked into a low angular church on the side of the street.

The red-robed man pushed open the wooden door of the church, and the hot air on his face dispelled the coldness on Zhang Luo's body. When the three of them entered the brightly lit church, they immediately saw a large wooden cross in the center of the room, and a group of people sitting around the church.

"Hi, hello." Zhang Luo waved his hand to greet them.

There is no doubt that these guys, dressed completely differently from the "aborigines", are the "audience" who arrived at the Nightmare Theater from their dreams, just like themselves.

From the young man with a red mohican hairstyle and a black leather coat to kill Matt. to the glasses lady who holds a large number of books and wears a green military uniform. There were dozens of people from different countries, all styles and features, and each guy didn't look like a fuel-efficient lamp.

"These two guys are the last of them, right?" Leaning on a bench in the corner, a "rebellious girl" wearing a short T-shirt and denim shorts rests on Jiro's legs, impatiently tapping the wooden floor with her heels.

"Yes, the audience for this Nightmare Theater has arrived." The red-robed man nodded, then strode to the center of the church, and stood still under the cross, his body suddenly convulsing.

"What is he doing?" Zhang Luo lowered his voice and asked Frankenstein beside him.

Before the girl in the white dress could answer, a "soldier" standing next to her, wearing a camouflage uniform and a green beret, with a powerful face, but her ears were extraordinarily sharp, suddenly asked loudly: "Is it the first time you have come to the Nightmare Theater?" ”

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Luo suddenly became the focus of attention again. He could only nod and say, "That's right." ”

"Then let me explain to you, this is Faust, the host of the Nightmare Theater, and he will show us what to do in order to move on to the next stage." The soldier said in a rough voice, looking honest and honest.

"Oh." Zhang Luo was thanking the other party on the surface, but in his heart, he had already made a red cross on this person's face, and listed the other party as the first target of "finding a chance to kill him later".

――If you are a naïve and ignorant newcomer, you may really be grateful to this "old player" who took the initiative to explain. But Zhang Luo saw it very clearly, this person was tantamount to directly exposing his newcomer identity to everyone present.

It is conceivable that if there are any activities such as "cannibalism" in the future, a "rookie" like himself will undoubtedly become a priority target!

“……”

There was an eerie atmosphere in the room, and everyone cast meaningful glances on the skull mask on Zhang Luo's face.

Frankenstein was about to say something when he saw "Faustus" standing in the center of the church, suddenly tearing off the red cloth from his body, revealing an unusually thin pitch-black body and a rotting head with a tattered cloth hat.

There is no doubt that this guy is not a human at all, but a devil!

"Ha, is this really corrupted by the devil?" Zhang Luo smiled.

Although I don't know if the skinny devil in front of him is Faust himself. But in the original work of the great poetic drama "Faust", Faust did make a pact with the devil: while he was alive, the devil would fulfill all of Faust's requirements. But after death, it will take Faust's soul with it.

"Everyone, welcome to the Nightmare Theater, may the darkness devour you!" Faust spoke aloud in an exaggerated tone, and at the same time spread his thin arms like matchsticks wide open like the conductor of an orchestra.

"The human body is nothing but a vessel, and the truly great thing is the inner soul! I know that you have all come here in search of that great soul power, but my mentor, Master Mephistopheles, will not grant his power directly to you! ”

"Is Nightmare Theater made by Mephistopheles?" Zhang Luo asked. After revealing the identity of the newcomer, he didn't bother to continue to hide it.

- The devil who signed a pact with Faust was Mephistopheles. If this is really Mephistopheles' territory, it means that the guy in front of him is indeed the famous Faust himself!

"Yes!"

Faust opened his scarlet eyes and stared at Zhang Luo, and opened his big mouth full of fangs and laughed: "Lord Mephistopheles's Nightmare Theater is open once a week, but the person who can go to the end and receive his own gift has not appeared for almost twenty years!" The last time the gift was given, the name was ......"

"Freddy." Frankenstein coldly interrupted his lines.

"That's right, it's Freddy!" Faust shouted excitedly.

"Oh? This is quite interesting...... "Zhang Luo's interest in the "Nightmare Theater" suddenly increased.

- Freddy, like himself, is a member of the Strange Tales Research Society. The guy is famous for his ability to kill people in his dreams, and the victim targeted by Freddy will be toyed to death by the guy with burn marks on his face as soon as he falls asleep.

But that guy's ability is more than that, judging from the information that Zhang Luo learned, Freddy even once took power from Oneiroi's clone. The strength of his mental power can be imagined.

If Mephistopheles can really grant this level of super spiritual power, then he has definitely come to the right place this time......

Thinking of this, Zhang Luo narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at the dark devil in front of him, and said with a smile:

"In that case...... I'm going to talk to Master Mephistopheles too. ”

"That's right, that's what everyone who comes to Nightmare Theater thinks. But if you want to face Lord Mephistopheles, you need to complete his test! Faust burst out laughing:

"So next, let's take a look at today's 'first act', how many people will be sent away!"