Tiredness and sleepiness swept through the young man's body, and after some thought, Sang Ziqing gradually fell asleep.

The nightmare came as scheduled.

For the encounter of this dream, I don't know for a while whether the nightmare swallowed up the person, or the person cannibalizes the dream.

Sang Ziqing stood upright in the boundless chaos, standing with countless upside-down clocks.

The sound of ticking is very disturbing.

As the world passed, a spiral staircase soared into the sky.

Sang Ziqing stroked the handrail of the stairs and looked up.

Nothing but the unfathomable darkness of the heart, nothing else can be seen.

Suddenly, the second hand of the clock began to rush wildly, and the "click" sound pierced Sang Ziqing's eardrum like an arrow.

He covered his ears and walked up the stairs.

With each step, the staircase collapsed, and the black earth that remained under his feet had long since sunk into the darkness.

Sang Ziqing stared at the abyss under his feet, and couldn't help but feel dizzy.

In the abyss, filled with mist, a one-armed stuffed bear with a dismantled arm smiled strangely at the stairs.

Its cheeks were dark red with dead makeup, and a mutilated arm showing cotton wool waved desperately:

"Let's play! Let's play! ”

"Why don't you come and play!"

A long, shrill sound echoed throughout the abyss.

Sang Ziqing's eyes widened and looked at the bear doll's feet.

The gray world, the messy dilapidated toy cars, the eerie European-style dolls, the dismantled human-like villain, and the severed limbs and stumps cover the inside of the abyss.

No blood, no big, ugly monsters, just a pair of worn-out toys, an eerie and desperate uncanny valley!

Sang Ziqing gasped heavily, and fled upwards in embarrassment.

The sound of the second hand turning became more and more rapid, and the pendulum of the honest wall clock gave people hypnotic confusion.

In this time-streamed carnival party, the ladder is collapsing faster and faster.

Half of the bloodstained doll is getting bigger and bigger, and the outstretched arm is about to pounce on Sang Ziqing.

He used his hands and feet together, and fled like a mad dog.

This feeling is coming again!

I wasn't the owner of this nightmare, but the fear it brought me was deeper than anything I've ever experienced!

I'm going to cut off my own head, and I don't want to mess with those weird dolls!

This inexplicable horror is far beyond the kobolds and insects and ants in the cave that I encountered before!

Sang Ziqing shouted desperately and galloped the spiral staircase.

The bottomless darkness finally revealed its light in an instant.

At the end of the stairs, the Holy Mother of God, shrouded in holy light, was opening her arms, ready to embrace her child.

Thorn!

A frustrating sound of electricity suddenly sounded.

The strong flow of information mixed with countless memory fragments poured into Sang Ziqing's mind at once.

They weave into sentences of immature children's voices, impacting and beating Sang Ziqing's brain.

"I hate these dolls, they never respond to anything I say..."

After a short period of distraction, Sang Ziqing was slapped down by the gray bear paw that hit him on his head and face.

His body was dead, but his eyes were still fixed on the Virgin on the staircase.

"I wish I could climb that ladder one day."

Sang Ziqing, who landed on the ground, did not fall into the creepy valley of uncanny things.

In front of him, the Virgin of Purity, glowing softly, was smiling at him.

"Finally one day, I climbed to the top of the stairs with my mom on top of it, and at the same time..."

"Demons"!

A heart-rending voice roared through my head.

The sky cracked, and a huge black palm reached out, grabbing the Virgin's hair, pulling her into a dark and endless crack.

Sang Ziqing clearly saw that in the warm purple cracks, countless wriggling white maggots crawled on the body of the Holy Mother, and these filthy creatures burrowed into their nostrils and mouths, and flowed sticky slides on their skin.

The defiled god, roaring and roaring, gradually transformed into a bloated and fat porpoise, twisting its fat body and howling on the ground.

"The God of my heart is defiled!"

The space under Sang Ziqing's body was shattered, and he finally fell into the uncanny valley where waste dolls were piled up.

He jerked his head back, only to find his cheek pressed against the body of a one-eyed doll, eyes rushing into its hollow eyeballs.

The dolls in the uncanny valley, their lips turned up and down, making a terrible "creaking" sound, Sang Ziqing scratched the dense goosebumps on his arms, but found that they were like tumors, getting bigger and bigger...

"Ahh

With a hoarse shout, Sang Ziqing suddenly grabbed a mechanical arm beside him and threw it towards the one-eyed doll.

"I'm still back here, with empty friends, we're all the same, no soul..."

···

Rumble!

The frenzied murmuring came to an abrupt end with the cracking of the wall.

Sang Ziqing opened his eyes, and the bronze axe in his hand was slammed against the wall by himself, embedded in the hollow wall.

"It's all intermittent, vague hints, it's my dream, it's not my dream..."

He covered his face and found that the white sheets under him had already been soaked with sweat.

The loud sound of breaking the wall did not wake up the priest and Yang Ziqing next door.

Or maybe these two well-qualified neighbors don't care at all.

Sang Ziqing shook the axe and took it off, and began to grope for the short knife on his waist.

It's just that what happened in the next second shattered his unclear cognition again.

The gap in the wall, like a gun from a zombie, healed at an extraordinary speed.

The wriggling sensation produced during the restoration of the wooden planks seems to show that this strange and deep ancient castle is a living creature with vivid flesh and blood.

Then, the walls around it began to squeeze towards the center, and the cabinets and beds slowly melted.

Sang Ziqing stepped on the sticky beach, pushed open the door and rushed out of the corridor.

The walls in the hallway slowly squirmed and elongated, and between rooms 1 and 3 was already a wall made of pale red bricks.

After Room Nine, Room Two also disappeared!?

Sang Ziqing, who was holding a bronze axe, was messy in the corridor for a moment, and then tiptoed to room No. 6 and gently pressed his ear against the door.

Silence...

"I said how can you be indifferent to my overtures, you like the more mature kind? Wife control? ”

The sudden words frightened Sang Ziqing into a clever one.

He turned to look, and Zuo Ye Lixia was looking at him with his head tilted, his long hair hanging down on the white shoulder on the left side.

Pale complexion, red and swollen eyes, bloodless lips, and a haggard appearance that is about to die.

God knows how long she cried.

"Let's talk?"

"I don't like that kind of thing, I don't have worldly desires." Sang Ziqing shirked and said that he now had more definite things to do.

"I'm not interested right now, I just want to talk to someone..." Li Xia looked melancholy, and said, "Zijie is too old-fashioned, Father Priest and Leacher..."

The stranger who is familiar with each other always maintains the best distance to talk, which is why she came here to find Sang Ziqing.

"But I don't have a room anymore."

Sang Ziqing pointed to the wall on the side.

Li Xia, who experienced the disappearance of Room 9, did not show much shock.

"Just go... I'm there..."