"Kill, kill, kill!"

It was late at night, and everything in the room was quiet except for the 'click' of the clock as it moved. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Suddenly, Mu En let out a hysterical roar in his sleep, and his body sat up straight, his hands waving desperately as if he was holding something, and a pair of bloodshot eyes looked around blankly, as if he was looking for some enemy.

Go to work, make up the corpse, blood, fire, kill, tall building, lights, stables, play dead, eat, ribs, fight, professional, potion, co-worker, communicate, get off work, black armor, jasmine, rage, fight, death

The chaotic memories of reality and dreams turned into a mess of fragments of images circulating in Muen's mind, tormenting him almost madly, frantically trying to gouge open his head.

Slowly, in the darkness, the familiar surroundings came into his mind, and his blood-red eyes began to flash a trace of reason. After a full quarter of an hour, reason finally prevailed, and after all the fragments formed a series of memories in his mind, he collapsed limply on the bed.

At this time, the sheets under him were already soaked with his sweat.

That's the horror of nightmares!

Even if you know that this is just a dream, even if you know very well that after dying in the dream, you will be fine when you wake up, but when you really face death, you will forget all this, and you will still be afraid, as if you have fallen into a bottomless abyss, using all your strength, all your spirit, everything to struggle, to survive, to pursue the ethereal line of life.

It's everyone's instinct.

Moreover, when he woke up from the dream, all his memories would be shattered along with the memories of some of the possessed subjects he had received, and in an instant, causing him great pain, and in many cases, distorted memories, which made it impossible for him to distinguish whether he was in reality or in a dream.

He knew very well that in this situation, it would not be long before the best was schizophrenia, and he would become a madman, and when he couldn't tell whether he was in reality or in a dream, he might do something terrible.

The shadow mode is to wait for death naturally, and the fear before death is the most terrifying. And in the possession mode, if he escapes, it is nothing, but if he dies, the impact of memory fragments has already made him confused with reality and dreams.

Mu En's pursuit of natural awakening is because when he wakes up naturally, there is no such thing as a broken memory, although he still does not rest well, but it will not cause him further mental damage.

However, in the context of the dream world war, and the request of one's own possession, it seems that such opportunities are becoming less and less.

When he regained a little strength, he raised his right hand weakly and fumbled to turn on the light. He carefully looked at the tables, chairs, and furniture around him, arranged in rows, as if to confirm something. When he reaffirmed that this was reality, he felt like he was in a different world, as if the last time he saw it was a long, long time ago.

For a long time, when Mu En finally got rid of this feeling, he only felt thirsty, and looked at the clothes on his body that were completely wet and dry, and he smiled helplessly. He took off his clothes and tossed them aside, revealing his athletic body, took a bottle of beer from the refrigerator, and slowly walked to the balcony.

In reality, it's May. When spring and summer intersect, at four o'clock in the morning, the cold wind has a slight warmth, but it is more cold, but Mu En doesn't care at all, with his current physique, he has ignored this cold.

Do the math, Mu En has been working in this city for five years since she graduated, and in the past five years, she has changed jobs, but the rented room has not changed. Although the two-bedroom house is not big and the rent is not cheap, the location of the 23rd floor makes the view extremely wide.

At this time, he looked out from the balcony, although it was already four o'clock in the night, but the city under the neon lights was still a busy mess, and the endless flow of cars on the road did not mean to decrease.

(All living beings are busy, they are busy struggling for survival, they have goals and directions, but where is the direction of my survival?)

Mu En directly put his right hand on the beer bottle, and took off the lid with a slight force. After tilting his head and pouring a bottle of beer directly into his stomach, he let out a long breath.

(While I am still sober, I should go home, meet my father and mother again, and leave my savings for the past few years, and my brother to tell him to study hard.) After that, I had to come back, and I couldn't spend the night at home, I couldn't tell them how I was, and I couldn't even get too close to them.

If I hurt them when I can't distinguish between reality and dreams, then I can't forgive myself even if I die. Perhaps, I can quit my job tomorrow, but in this situation, I don't know how long I can last, and it doesn't matter what I do.

In other words, in my current state, I have to go to work or something, and I am so sleepy that I only hit Hatche, and I was seen by the smiling tiger, and I had to be criticized. Forget it, quit a hundred!)

In the cold breeze, Mu En's thoughts began to get rid of the influence of the dream, and gradually became clear, for this kind of nightmare, he was helpless, but to live had to have a plan, he was thinking about what to do.

It was as if a flash of lightning flashed in his mind, but he couldn't remember the thought when he turned around. He could clearly feel that this flashing thought was extremely important, very important, and very helpful to his current situation.

However, the thought flashed through him, as if a meteor had flashed away, and he could not catch it.

Mu En turned around a few times in a little agitation, but still found nothing, with the help of the night wind, he tried to calm himself down, but he still couldn't grasp the inspiration.

Without thinking much about it, he brought tables and chairs from his house and put them on the balcony, and he took a lot of food, beef jerky, ham sausage, chocolate, whole wheat bread, yogurt, bacon, cola, and a lot of other high-calorie foods, and put them on a full table, enough enough for ten people to eat for a day.

Mu En didn't rush to eat, but first closed his eyes and meditated for a long time, in his mind, a monster with nine mouths and exuding a hungry breath was slowly sketched out in his mind, and with the rapid peristalsis of the stomach and large intestine, a hunger signal began to be sent out from the body, directly to his mind.

And when this feeling of hunger became more and more intense, almost reaching a certain peak, Mu En did not hesitate, he quickly opened the bag, opened a piece of beef jerky, and stuffed it into his mouth, and in just a moment, a large bag of beef jerky had entered his stomach.

This is swallowing.

A skill that once seemed inconceivable to Munn almost shattered the materialist worldview he had built over twenty years. But when he really understood, he found that it also had its own reason.

The so-called hunger is actually a signal sent by the stomach to the brain, telling the brain that 'I' is empty and you need to eat, while swallowing is the opposite, it strictly implements the principle of 'my territory, I am in charge', and the brain sends a signal to tell the stomach and intestines that you are empty and need to eat and digest, so as to change the eating rules of the stomach and intestines and keep the stomach in a state of hunger.

If skilled, a person's ability to swallow and digest during the time period when the swallowing technique is turned on will be seven to ten times more than usual, and the main swallowing technique is far more efficient at converting food into energy than usual.

The meditative monster is called the 'Kalas Faceless Nine-Mouthed Hungry Beast', a monster in the dream world, and legend has it that this monster lives in the depths of the swamp, is in a state of hunger all the time, swallows mud all the time, and when it is angry, it will devour everything in front of him.

Strictly speaking, this kind of monster actually has nothing to do with the devouring technique, and when practicing the devouring technique, it is not necessary to meditate on this kind of monster, but in people's inherent understanding, this kind of monster represents hunger, and meditation on it is actually a kind of psychological suggestion, when you really feel that you are the 'Kalas Faceless Nine-Mouth Hungry Beast', natural hunger will follow.

It can be said that if it weren't for the cultivation of a noble boy, Mu En would not be easy to reach the threshold of this skill, and the reason is that he didn't believe it.

After devouring about seven or eight people's food like a tiger wolf, when the table has become a mess, although the stomach still feels empty, Mu En struggles to stop moving, this is the biggest flaw of the swallowing technique, if you can't overcome the feeling of hunger, you will keep eating until you become a big fat man, so that you die.

After a quarter of an hour, the feeling of hunger subsided, Mu En could clearly feel the power of rolling in his body, he did not delay, put on a posture, like broadcasting gymnastics, the physical tempering technique unfolded, if the devouring technique is an internal exercise, this is an external practice, with extreme sports and hidden point stimulation, to expand the consumption of body energy.

After more than an hour, Mu En stopped, he sat cross-legged on the balcony, only feeling that his body was boiling with energy, and his mental consciousness began to become clear, it can be said that if it weren't for the recovery of these two skills to the body and spirit, he would have been tortured by nightmares and become a madman.

It was only then that he shifted his consciousness to the previous flash of inspiration.

(What was I thinking?!Yes, I thought about going home, I thought about seeing my parents, I thought about my brother, I saved for them, and I quit my job, I was smiling, I was criticized.) That seems to be all there is to it......

Where's that flash of light?)

With a clear mind, Mu En carefully took out all the previous things and chewed them, trying to find something out of the middle, and he felt closer, the thing that seemed to be important to him was closer.

(Parents, younger brother, savings, resignation, smiling tiger, criticism)

(Smiling Tiger!Criticism!)

(Yes! Here it is...... ）

Mu En stood up suddenly, his eyes clear and clear, and then a hint of scarlet hideousness.

(Even if I have the energy provided by the devouring technique, but if I can't sleep well, I can't sleep well, and inevitably when I go to work, I sometimes get confused, and I fall asleep even standing when I'm sleepy, and I've been criticized more than once by the bastard of the smiling tiger for this.)

Here's the problem, I fell asleep when I went to work, I never went into a dream, and every time I was in a very sweet dreamless state. ）

(That is, I have nightmares not because of me, but because of this house, no, it should be said that something in the house.) ）

Although it was just a conjecture, Mu En had a feeling that this was the case. He walked around the room with blood-red eyes, but found nothing.

(Actually, I should have thought about it a long time ago, but it was dark under the lights, and I didn't wake up until now, but it's not too late to wake up.) ）

The next day, Mu En directly handed over the resignation report, and then, he lived in a hotel ten miles away from home for a day and a night, a very sweet day and a night, dreamless sleep, he has not enjoyed it for a long time.

On the third day, he returned to the house where he had lived for five years, and this time, there was a twinkle in his eyes, and there was madness in his calmness.