The visit to the neighbors made him know that the nightmare was only happening to him. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info He was sure that the object that gave him nightmares was in his house, but he couldn't tell what it was.

But that didn't bother him!

Every day, he would take one or several things from the house, whether it was a kitchen knife, a piece of clothing, a piece of jewelry, an ornament, a chair or a sheet, and he believed that if one day he took it and he slept in the house and did not dream, then this was the culprit.

It's a stupid idea, but sometimes it's not complicated or clever that it works. He believes that one day in the near future, he will find the 'murderer' who has given him nightmares, and when he finds out, he will pursue the story behind it, if it is unintentional, forget it, if it is deliberate, he will let him know what regret is.

Life in the real world, calm and healthy, or this atmosphere has made everyone develop a safety-oriented worldview, many people may not even have killed a chicken, this kind of life is safe, but it inevitably obliterates the blood of human beings.

'Do you dare to charge like an angry bull when you are insulted?'

'Thinking too much will only lead to indecision and nothing!'

Perhaps, Mu En didn't feel anything, but the world in his dream was already changing him, and the heart that had been cowardly began to move away from him. He understands little by little that if you want to survive on the battlefield, retreating and escaping will only make you die faster, and only by moving forward bravely can you fight for a chance to win between life and death.

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For the first time, Mu En put down the amulet she had given him in the new rented house, once, the amulet she asked for him in the temple, once, he promised the amulet that he would be good to her for the rest of his life, but these have become the past.

Now he has put down the amulet, or he wants to put down more.

That night, in a dream, he possessed a farmer who had fled the famine, followed the team of escapees aimlessly, and finally died tragically at the hands of other fleeing farmers for a lettuce. And the lettuce, he didn't intend to eat it himself, but to his five-year-old daughter, the farmer's daughter in his dream!

The second time, Muen put down some artifacts - a crystal lamp and a few ornaments. These were bought three months ago, around the time the nightmare began, when he looked cute while shopping.

That night, in his dream, was his worst time, he possessed a slave, and truly experienced what it means to be a slave life without humanity, without dignity, without freedom, doing the dirtiest and most tiring work, eating the least and worst food, and even once an object of the master's house fell into the manure pit, and he was forced to go to the manure pit to find it.

This is the only time that he is not looking forward to living, but to die quickly and wake up early. And in the end, when the enemy attacked, he was sacrificed as a warrior, and in the war, after cutting down two men in a frantic dash, he died under an arrow, which was nailed to his eyebrow, pierced through his brain, and he died without even suffering.

When he died, he smiled, and it was relief.

The third time, he moved a whole bunch of clothes and some miscellaneous things.

That night, he fell asleep again, he was a carpenter, in shadow mode, he could do nothing, and finally, he watched as he was requisitioned for war, and while making the siege engine, a tool for war, he was caught and hanged alive because he escaped.

The fourth time, pots and pans and knives, dreaming of a mason, possessed mode, escaped for a mouthful of water and was bitten off the throat of a wolf taller than a man and died.

The fifth time, washing utensils, Orion, possession mode, after killing three soldiers, fled to the mountains with a family and woke up alive.

Sixth ......

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On the fifteenth occasion, he took away a cabinet of books containing physical copies of his favorite novels.

At night, in his dreams, he was amazed to find himself in a magical state, different from the situation of shadow and possession, he watched as if he were a god, watching everything below, he could clearly accept and feel the fears and hopes of everyone present, as if all of them were reflected in his perception, as if they were God.

Muen is very awesome to call this model the God model. Then, because of God's pattern, his dreams were more than ten times more terrible than before. Well, in the end, possession can only feel the pain of a person's death, and now, the fear of death for all people within his perception range is accepted by him, and he has to suffer the same feelings as them.

This is simply an n-fold magnified version of the previous nightmare.

Just one nightmare, even after waking up, Muen went crazy in the house for more than an hour before regaining his consciousness.

The sixteenth time, in possession mode, the little boy who fled and starved to death.

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Thirtieth day, midnight.

After thirty days of continuous relocation, the house was empty at this time, even if the dust and debris had been cleaned, and Mu En was lying on the ground at this time, lying on the ground naked, wearing nothing except the only underwear, and on his feet, both ankles were tightly locked by chains as thick as a baby's arm, and the other end was firmly nailed to the ground.

At this time, Mu En was really sleeping!

But in his sleep, he was not steady, his eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, the painful expression on his face did not flash, suddenly, he opened his eyes suddenly, and stood up from the ground with a hula, his hands in front of him, which was obviously nothing, but as if he held some sharp blade.

The upper body without any clothing to cover it, you can clearly see the well-defined muscles shrinking and tightening, 'Kill!' A low snort, Mu En's rapid progress, and his hands slashed in nothingness. Although there was nothing, there was a low whistling when the arm rubbed against the air.

Block, stab, roll, side kick, bite, roll, slash, charge, and more.

The house in the city is expensive, and the house rented by Mu En is naturally not too big, even if it is emptied, the main living room seems empty, but it is only a dozen square meters, but there seems to be a boundary, and his 'fighting' is only between this, and there is no phenomenon of hitting the wall.

But in this square inch, Mu En used all his strength, as if he was fighting with someone. However, there was nothing in front of him, as if a person was singing a one-man show, ridiculous and uninteresting.

However, his expression is so serious and hideous, and he uses all his strength in his moves, and the murderous aura exuded from his body is very serious to tell you that if there is an enemy, it is definitely invincible.

The most important thing is his eyes, the black eyes have turned scarlet completely because of the congestion of the capillaries, but they are more keen, fierce, and the murderous intent is boiling and staring at the 'enemy' in front of him, maybe there is really nothing in front of him, but there is no sleepwalking confusion at all.

It's as if the world in his eyes is not in the same dimension as what we see.

A full half an hour passed, Mu En was still fighting, but his movements began to change, if the 'weapon' in his hand was a sword before, and the moves were mainly stabbing, then now it is a mess, slashing like a knife, stabbing like a gun, blocking like a shield, and hitting hard like a hammer.

The messiness of the moves, the chaos that drove the pace, Mu En looked embarrassed, a look of fear flashed on his face from time to time, and more importantly, he gradually began to step out of the previous vague boundary.

Finally, after another half hour had passed, and the sweat had completely soaked him, he sprinted across the line, the straight chains on his feet taking him straight to him, and his fists slammed into the wall between the master bedroom and the living room.

"Boom!"

Even if the quality of the **** house is notoriously poor, this blow is still like a round sledgehammer smashed on the wall, a crack like a spider web appeared, and the center was directly penetrated, the wall tiles were raging and flying in the master bedroom, and the white wall ash turned into a fog and drifted.

The blow drained all of Muen's strength, and he fell limply to the ground, his hands dripping with blood under the force of the shock.

Then, as if something terrible was drilling out of his head, he held his head, his whole body was convulsive, and his mouth unconsciously let out a terrible wail!

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Fifteen minutes later, the ground had been soaked with sweat into a human shape, but the pain gradually moved away from Mu En, he began to regain consciousness, and the fragments of memories connected into a whole, as if it had been a long, long time in his perception, he gradually smoothed out all the memories, opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was the wall that he had penetrated.

Even though his face was so pale that he couldn't see the extreme, he was still stunned when he saw the big hole in the wall.

(This is what I caused??hell, this is what I caused!)

Okay! You have to get someone to fix the wall quickly, or the landlord will find out, and that's okay. By the way, the property has warned me several times to 'disturb the people', and I have prevaricated with moving, but how can I prevaricate this time????

It seemed like I should have given up, I should have given up after holding on for so long, but then again, why? Why do I still have nightmares? I've moved everything I can, even the bulbs and sockets have been removed.

But why? Why do I have nightmares just because I stay here???am I really wrong? Not because of something, but because of myself or this house? But it doesn't make sense?!)

It had been a month since Mu En had decided to 'move' to find the source of his nightmare, during which he had relied on devouring and physical tempering to strengthen himself in the morning, sleeping in his newly rented house in the afternoon to regain his mental and physical strength, moving in the evening, and dreaming in the old house at midnight.

Then, the nightmare continues!

For a whole month, when he removed all the belongings in the house and swept away the dust, there was still nothing, and the nightmare remained. But Mu En really couldn't hold on, even if he had a kind of devouring technique to provide energy, even if he could sleep without dreams during the day, but his body could hold it, but his spirit couldn't hold it.

Until now, that sense of confusion between dreams and reality has become more and more serious, and every time he wakes up, it takes him at least an hour or more to wake up. In this hour, the world in his eyes is not reality, but a fight or flight in a dream, and he has to put chains on himself to limit his movements.

He was scared, afraid that one day when he suddenly regained consciousness, he was standing in the street, and he was surrounded by people he had inadvertently killed because of the dream killing.

At that point, the only thing he could go to was an insane asylum or a prison.

"It's time to give up!"

"It's time to give up, and if I give up now, I'll go back to my normal life. ”

"But why?"

"What exactly is the source of the nightmare?"