As soon as this statement came out, whether it was Mephistopheles and Frankenstein, or Sigmund. Freud and the army of ghosts behind him fell silent for a moment.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

The old man in a black suit raised the black cross battle flag in his hand, and four blurred pale ghosts rushed over at a crazy speed that brought out the afterimage, waved the pitch-black battle axe in his hand, and took Zhang Luo's head directly!

“……”

Mephistopheles was about to help, but saw Zhang Luo wave his hand, and the four ghosts that were menacing disappeared, along with the weapons.

"Why don't you want me to finish my sentence? Are you starting to get scared? Zhang Luo smiled.

"There's no point in discussing with a layman." Floyd's eyes narrowed dangerously.

In fact, he didn't want to listen to Zhang Luo, but was quietly observing the other party, trying to determine this person's strength.

-- The seemingly defenseless trench coat man in front of him made him completely confused. Although it looked like a miscellaneous fish that could be pinched to death in an instant, the four elite soldiers he sent just now were all wiped out by him with an understatement!

"What's going on with this guy?"

Freud, who thought he could read through everyone's thoughts, actually had a feeling of not knowing what to do at this time. In his opinion, the man in the trench coat in front of him was not a human being, but more like some kind of monster......

"I know you won't listen to me, but how do you know if you don't try?"

As he spoke, Zhang Luo strolled to the front of Freud's army. He raised his right hand as if he didn't care, and said with a smile: "As a psychologist, you should also know the importance of 'choice' to human beings, right?" ”

"You're not qualified to discuss this with me." Floyd's voice was low.

Completely ignoring the other party's lines, Zhang Luo continued to say slowly: "I have thought about whether it will be interesting to let human beings see the real world, but like you, it is obviously a completely anti-human behavior......

"Are you questioning my decision?" Freud frowned slightly.

"That's right, whether or not to see heretics should be decided by themselves, not by you imposing them on them."

Zhang Luo lowered his voice and calmly expounded his views in front of the legendary psychology master:

"Human beings are human beings and not raised animals precisely because they have the right to make their own choices. They can choose their place of work, choose their spouse, and choose when they want to get married and have children. Even if you are really discouraged and lose confidence in life, you can still say 'I choose death' in a chic manner, and then have a beautiful self-......"

Speaking of this, he paused meaningfully: "But what you are doing now is undoubtedly depriving them of their right to choose and forcibly making them face the terrifying reality." ”

Hearing this, Mephistopheles sighed and said in a low voice, "It's too reluctant......"

-- Commenting on God's actions from a human perspective will undoubtedly not do anything. This devil who is good at playing with people's hearts knows very well that Zhang Luo's remarks just now are impossible to make Freud shake even the slightest!

However, even though he knew that he was wasting his tongue, Zhang Luo still continued to make "speeches":

"You've probably seen modern human movies, right? Have you watched "The Matrix"? Even though they knew that the Matrix was fake, the guys from Zion gave Neo two pills and let him choose whether to face the truth or stay in the Matrix. ”

Speaking of this, Zhang Luo suddenly changed his words: "By the way, Mr. Freud, the theory that 'the shadow of childhood affects a person's life' was also proposed by you, right?" Actually, some of the things my parents said to me also had a great impact on my personality......"

"Bastard, what does this have to do with what you just said?" Freud, who had always been extremely calm, even felt like he was about to vomit blood at this time. Even he has a hard time communicating with such out-of-the-box guys.

Then, the old man suddenly thought of some kind of bad possibility......

Realizing that the situation was wrong, Freud immediately ordered all the spirits under his command to attack, and the white army of spirits swarmed up and poured into the basement like a tidal wave. And then—

"Bang!"

From directly in front of the army of ghosts, a strange purple light suddenly erupted. Then came a wave of death that was even more terrifying than ghosts!

The invisible killing aura carried an irresistible terrifying momentum, instantly sweeping away all the ghosts. The army of ghosts led by Freud who destroyed the withering and decaying and leveled the subconscious space was completely wiped out under this blow!

“……”

witnessed an astonishing scene, except for Frankenstein, who could still keep calm, whether it was the devil or the god of dreams, they all lost their original calmness.

"Well done!" Mephistopheles laughed, her scarecrow-like body swaying in midair.

"Isn't this kid really human......" Freud took a step back and planted the Black Cross flag heavily on the ground.

A pitch-black ripple that was invincible in the dream world advanced from the ground in the direction of Zhang Luo, but Zhang Luo only stomped his foot slightly, and then defused Floyd's nirvana attack without any suspense!

"It's just a stall, but it's a pleasure to talk to." He laughed.

The surging power kept wandering in the virtual body in the dream world, and Zhang Luo at this time had completely achieved the goal of this dream journey, and he didn't need any gifts from Mephistopheles at all.

Because, after the baptism of the Nightmare Theater and the conversation with Freud, he finally understood the method of improving his mental power.

And that method, to put it bluntly, is only four words:

Break the rules.

"The mentally ill have a wide mind" is not an outright joke, in fact, there are no rules at all in dreams. The reason why I am bound by the rules set by Mephistopheles in the Nightmare Theater is also because of the "mindset" in my mind.

There are rules for everything in the world, and people have long been accustomed to following the rules, but in the world of consciousness, "rules" are not as solid as in the real world. As long as you completely emancipate your mind, you can completely ignore all rules and become the true ruler of self-consciousness!

"Freddy, that's probably how you realized it......" Zhang Luo whispered. With a wave of his hand, the collapsed rubble and ruins behind him disappeared in an instant.

After getting rid of the constraints of the "rules" in his subconscious, he finally became an existence that could control order in the dream world!

And this kind of existence is generally called - God!

Raising his hand to block the killing sound waves created by Floyd, Zhang Luo took off the top hat on his head, then took off the pale skull mask, revealing his scarred face, opened his scarlet eyes, and looked back at the "beautiful girl leader" of the Strange Tales Research Society.

"Isn't the face I just made handsome?" A hideous smile appeared on his bloodied face.

"You have an aesthetic problem." The girl in white, who had been silent, finally couldn't help but complain.

"Whatever, in short...... Where did we just go? ”

Zhang Luo turned his gaze back to Freud and strode over to Oneiroi, who was still standing still:

"My parents once said something to me that I remember vividly to this day......"

The sleeve of his trench coat on his left arm cracked, revealing the bloody tentacles underneath and the scarred pale skin.

"They say, 'Don't think too much, or you're going to be bald,' ......"

Yellow and white bone armor grew from his chest, intricately carved into it in blood.

"So, I didn't show my strongest strength before, in fact, it was to ensure that my hairline ......"

Three rib-shaped blades grew from his back and encircled his body, creating a rudimentary but efficient "blade armor".

"However, in the face of Mr. Floyd, you really have to show the strongest strength......"

Purple tentacles in the shape of an octopus grew from his feet.

Then, since the last desert war, the will of the abyss, which had remained in the depths of consciousness, broke out again.

"So now, let's have some fun."

Under the horrified gaze of Freud, a heartfelt smile appeared on the face of the monster whose appearance is difficult to describe in words.