Ignoring the useless tin soldiers, Wang Zichuan also floated to Bernadette's side and watched Sleeping Beauty with these cloaked monsters.

Looking at it, several black lines suddenly floated out of Bernadette's body, and the black lines seemed to turn to the three cloak monsters as if they had a wit.

Hey, this cloak monster can't be some kind of flower and tree essence, and likes to suck the essence of the living. But it's not appropriate to say that, it feels like it's a string channel.

Wang Zichuan couldn't help but complain again.

In the dream, Bernadette was shrouded in darkness, and just when the fear was at its peak, the monsters in the darkness stretched out their long mouthparts.

Suddenly, the dream shattered, and Bernadette came to her senses.

Wang Zichuan has been following Bernadette's situation. Just as the black thread floated under the cloaked monster's black cloak, Bernadette's body suddenly became transparent, and then flashed with starlight, and the form of starlight shattered and scattered, merging into the void and disappearing, but in an instant it reunited at the edge of the clearing.

As soon as Bernadette's figure appeared, she opened her right hand, palm upward, and a dark brown horn condensed from it, which was rough and archaic, with the texture of power and destruction.

Bernadette slowly raised it to her mouth, as if the horn was very heavy, and the deep sound spread, and the powerful sound wave with the power to destroy everything, slammed into the place where Bernadette had just been lying.

The pea hammock shrank rapidly into the ground when Bernadette suddenly turned into Starlight and shattered. The three cloak monsters were still stunned in place, not realizing why such a large piece of food was gone.

The terrifying power that shatters all obstacles goes straight to the three cloak monsters. The pitch-black cloak shrank, but it couldn't resist the force of destruction.

With a thud, a cloaked monster exploded. The black cloak shattered into tiny particles, like sand on the beach.

Bang! Bang! The other two cloak monsters also shattered into black sand.

These black fine sands, driven by mysterious forces, slowly converge.

"What is this? Well...... Feeling is the power of the night path. ”

Wang Zichuan leaned over and looked at the extraordinary properties that were converging.

"They are the demons of fog dreams, they feed on nightmares, they can enter the dreams of sleeping creatures, affect the creatures to recall the most painful things, and after evolving into the deepest and most desperate dreams, they will eat these dreams, and the owner of the dream will no longer be able to dream of people and things that are eaten."

"Generally speaking, they do not harm dreaming creatures, except that they like the taste of the most painful and desperate dreams, and always try to steer dreams in the most terrible direction, often scaring the owner of the dream to death."

Bernadette looked at the three pieces of black cloth that had been aggregated, each of them about the size of two palms, with a shiny surface that was soft and silky to the touch, like a piece of fine fabric.

"Hmm...... If you can catch more of these little goblins, wouldn't it be possible to make a priceless dress? Wear it on the body, tsk, luxurious, noble...... Master of the Night...... Unthinkable. ”

"The owner of the skirt is likely to immediately fall into extreme fear and die suddenly in pain and despair."

Bernadette replied lightly. As he spoke, he put away the three extraordinary materials.

"Are they ingredients for the Night Path potion recipe?"

Wang Zichuan asked curiously.

"Well, it's the main potion ingredient for Nightmares. The Church of the Night should have raised a lot. ”

"These little ones are pretty cute."

It's alive like a Eater of Souls figure, and the dead can be sold for money. Speaking of which, if I told Bernadette the story of Harry Potter, could she develop a few new spells?

Ignoring Wang Zichuan's nonsense, Bernadette put away the useless tin soldiers and extinguished the fire.

After an extraordinary creature attack, Bernadette couldn't sleep anyway, so she continued to walk through the night.

I originally thought that this was an ordinary island without extraordinary factors, but I didn't expect that there were extraordinary creatures equivalent to half of Sequence 7, but for a Sequence 3 Sage, extraordinary creatures without divinity were all ants after all.

The red moon is completely obscured by the lush and tall trees, and the crimson moonlight can only leak sporadically, so the visibility in the jungle is very low.

Although Bernadette also has night vision, humans who are accustomed to light always do not like to walk in the dark.

As Bernadette walked, a little starlight appeared around her, and these starlights became more and more, converging into a long ribbon that twisted and floated above Bernadette's head like a Milky Way across the sky.

Each point of light on this starlight ribbon shimmers brightly and darkly, like a blinking star, and countless points of light converge to emit a soft, stable and bright light, illuminating a large area centered on Bernadette.

Bernadette walked through the jungle with the starlight on her head.

Wang Zichuan floated along for a while, remembering that Bernadette didn't wake up suddenly until the most dangerous moment before, and it didn't look like he could restrain the influence of the Fog Dream Demon, so he asked curiously:

"How did you break free from your dreams before?"

Bernadette did not stop and replied in a calm tone:

"Before, you frequently invaded my dreams. I am worried that I am not thinking rationally in my dreams, and I will have strong emotions under your guidance and make wishes to you impulsively. I set a condition for myself to be reminded of a spiritual reminder that once I reached a certain level of emotion, my spirituality would remind myself that I was in a dream and that I should wake up immediately. It's a pity that I only set low conditions for my own emotions that are easily provoked, and the emotions that the Demon of Fog Dreams likes are pain and fear. ”

Time passed, the night faded, and the sky obscured by the cascading branches and leaves faded crimson little by little, and turned white.

The jungle gradually lit up, and the flowers and trees around him, and the rotting leaves under his feet, changed from blurry to clear. Although the sun could not be seen, the light stumbled through the cracks in the obscuring green curtain, illuminating the interior of the jungle.

The trees became thin, the grass became low, the light became brighter and brighter, and the sound of the sea crashing against the sand and gravel could be faintly heard.

Finally, Bernadette came out of the jungle, far away, with a shore of fine sand and a blue sea.

After that, this section of the road was ordinary, and there were no waves.

Bernadette sighed silently, not knowing whether she should be glad that she had not encountered something dangerous, or disappointed that the island was too safe to hide clues to her father's tomb.

Looking at the rising sun and the sea in the distance, at some point, Bernadette's figure became transparent, turned into a foam that shone with colorful light in the sun, scattered with the wind, and then shattered and disappeared one by one.

Bernadette, who returned to the ship, in the continuous greetings of the crew, gave a deep order, turned around, set sail, and returned.