"Dreamweaver, you're a nightmare, now get out of my dreams!"

"Mr. Wollman," the Dreamweaver's voice chilled, "it seems that you don't understand where you are now. I am the one who created this dream of yours, and I am the one who controls this dream of yours, and I am the absolute master in this dream. ”

"What do you mean!" Wollman suddenly felt a little panicked.

The other party seems to have eaten him.

"Hehehehe...... The meaning is very simple, that is, in this dream, if I kill you, you will die in reality. Don't think about what you can do against me, this dream is completely dominated by me, how much power you can exert and how much power I will exert is completely up to me, I can design you as an ant and then design me as a top professional. Mr. Wollman, don't tell me you're not afraid of death, for even outlaws who say they're not afraid of death will be scared when death really happens in front of you. I'm the absolute master of this dream, do you want to die?"

"No, no, you're just lying to me, you're not that capable at all! you're a complete liar!" Wolman yelled.

The Dream Weaver sneered and stepped out of the shadows, striking the wall with a punch.

There was no sound, no cracking of the tiles, and the entire wall disappeared into a large chunk, revealing the stairwell outside.

Wollman gasped as he looked at the almost eerie scene in front of him.

It's too terrifying, just let a piece of wall disappear, although the wall of this room is not a solid wall, just a thin layer, even the voice of the person on the other side can be heard, but at least it is also a masonry structure, not everyone can break it casually, at least at the level of a great swordsman.

What's more, the Dream Weaver's punch didn't shatter the wall, but disappeared into one piece, which is no longer something that can be done by pure strength.

Perhaps only magic can do this.

Wolman is not a professional, he did not detect magical talent when he was a child, although he used to train as a warrior, he does not even have the strength of a trainee swordsman now, and the Dream Weaver does not look like an ordinary person no matter how he looks at it.

If nothing else, even if this is not a dream but the real world, the fact that the other party can easily sneak in without waking him up can already say a lot of things.

Wollman was no match for the Dream Weaver, and he didn't believe that half of the Dream Weaver was dead in the dream, and he would die in reality, but he didn't dare to risk his life on his speculation.

If it's true, then wouldn't he be dead?

The Dreamweaver withdrew his hand after a punch made the wall disappear, and then did the chair next to the table as he did last time.

"See, this is my power, and you can't compare to me in any way. Mr. Wollman, I know that Rogerio has been telling you that you are delusional, telling you not to think about it. I'll admit that the patients he's met before are all delusional, but you're definitely not. With a wave of his hand, the flame of the candle in the candlestick on the table immediately shrank to illuminate only the part of the table.

"If you still don't believe me, Mr. Wollman, you can write a letter, and put it under the carpet at your door, and I'll reply to you according to what is written in your letter, and you can go under the carpet to-morrow evening and get it. ”

"Trust me, Mr. Wollman, I don't like to deceive, just join us and I can make a big difference in your life, as long as you do what I say. Goodbye Mr. Wolman, you can try it by writing a letter. ”

After the Dream Weaver finished speaking, the figure silently disappeared from his chair, and Wollman disappeared without even seeing how he left.

"Hey......" Wollman, who was still about to say something, went black before he finished speaking.

He didn't faint, the real Wolman had always remained asleep, and he was still asleep after the dream consciousness returned.

The Dream Weaver didn't disturb his good dreams, and it wasn't until it was already the end of the day that Wolman woke up.

"My head hurts. Wollman sat up from the creaking little wooden bed, feeling nothing but a splitting headache.

Last night's dream was still vivid, and he remembered the power of the Dream Weaver vividly, such a person, he couldn't resist, and he didn't know how to resist.

Looking at the door, the piece of the dream that had been melted away by the Dream Weaver's punch, and the wall that separated the stairwell from the hut was still intact, and the candles in the menorah on the table were still the new ones he had replaced when he came back yesterday, and there was no trace of burning.

It really seems like it's just a nightmare, a more real nightmare. "Maybe the Dream Weaver is really a person I imagined, representing the evil side of my heart?" Wollman thought.

He really hoped that this was fake, and the Dream Weaver was fake. It's nice to win the bet, but what if the bet loses? Wollman didn't dare to gamble with his life.

Wolman was just an ordinary man, with no swordsman strength, no archery, no magical talent, and not even a single element...... What can such an ordinary person do against a spellcaster who seems to be very powerful? If the other party is real, then he can even enter his dream, and he still doesn't know whether the other party is real or not.

Wollman remembered that the Dreamweaver had told him to put the written letter there under the carpet at the door, and he would reply to the letter based on its contents.

This is the only way to prove whether the Dream Weaver is real or not, and although the method is provided by the other party, Wolman has to try it as well.

He found the letter and envelope that had been dusted for a long time, and lay down on the table to write a letter, the handwriting was a little sloppy, and some of the pen could only be read by himself, but now he could not care so much.

Now I just want to be able to prove that the dreamweaver really exists in the real world, and scribbling is not something that should be considered at all!

Packing the letter into the envelope, Wollman placed the vellum envelope under the dirty carpet at the door, which was probably the only clean place left in the doorway.

Then Wollman moved the chair next to the table and sat down, then took out his pipe, filled it with tobacco, lit it, and took a beautiful puff. He was going to sit here with the door open for a day and see how the dreamweaver would take the envelope away.

He didn't believe that someone could take the envelope away without him knowingly under his nose!

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