With a loud bang, the Annihilation Cultist suddenly spat blood and flew out ten meters away, until it finally stopped when it hit the trunk of a towering giant tree, and slid to the ground like a broken sack.

The last look he showed was a huge stunned and dazed - maybe he had imagined all kinds of powerful enemies and traps in his life, but probably he never imagined that he would one day be smashed by a dog.

Shirley carried the dog's chain and walked up to the cultist, who couldn't even move a finger, and stopped at a relatively safe distance.

The cultist was still alive - or rather, in this "dream", the lethal wounds in the real world didn't seem to be enough to kill him, and despite the fact that his head had almost been smashed into his neck cavity and most of his joints were in a strange and horrible bend, the creature was still alive, but too weak to move, and could only stare at this side with a little resentment mixed with a little fear.

Shirley ignored the other party's frightened eyes, raised the chain in her hand slightly, and Ah Gou stepped forward and approached the cultist.

"Who the hell are you......" The annihilation crunch made a difficult voice in his throat, he watched the hideous and terrifying ghostly hound come to his side, and a trace of fear finally came to his eyes irrepressibly, and not far away, the "Death Bird" who lived with him also struggled a few times, as if he wanted to resist, but quickly quieted down due to the extreme weakness of the symbiote, which made his voice sound more and more bluffing, "What are you going to do?!" ”

"This place is a dream, I won't be able to catch you in the real world," a smile slowly appeared on Shirley's face, she raised the arm that lived with the chain, and gently rubbed the black chain on her face, her expression was still harmless, "And if I encounter it in an unguarded situation, it will be dangerous if I don't notice it in time, so I have to leave a mark......"

"...... mark?"

The Annihilation Cultist who fell to the ground was momentarily stunned for a moment, and the next second, he saw the Shadow Hound suddenly open its mouth wide and the hideous and terrifying bones and teeth tear mercilessly - he only had time to let out a scream in fear before the terrible pain nearly tore through his consciousness, and one of his arms had already turned into a fragment of flesh from the mouth of the Shadow Hound.

"I remember the smell of you, we'll catch you in the real world-" Ah Dog raised his head, his bloodshot eyes staring at the wailing annihilator, a hoarse voice coming from his bone-pieced chest, "Capture you alive, he will reward our ......"

The wailing stopped abruptly, and the cultist's eyes widened instantly, staring at the hideous ghost hound in front of him, and he opened his mouth wide, wondering whether he was shocked that the ghost demon was able to speak, or whether he felt great fear and danger in the last sentence he had just heard—"he" would be rewarded...... What is the origin of this strange girl and this strange demon? Who is the "He" they are referring to?

In the next second, the figure of the Annihilation Cultist suddenly began to fade and distort, and in almost a breath or two, his figure disappeared out of thin air in front of Shirley and Ah Gou.

"Sure enough, he ran away," Ah Gou turned his head, shook his head from side to side, and there was some helplessness in his tone, "It should be that this guy's accomplice in the real world noticed something and forcibly 'dragged' him away...... We can't stop this kind of spiritual shift. ”

"It's okay, don't you remember his scent?" Shirley waved her hand, and then confirmed with a serious face, "Can you really find it in the real world?" ”

"Don't get too far away - if that guy happens to be in my senses, I'm sure I'll be able to find him," Dog said in a sullen voice, "The Greyhound is the best demon at tracking, and he can't erase the traces I left behind." ”

"That's good," Shirley breathed a sigh of relief, "If only I could catch it alive, even if I could hold two rolls......"

Ignoring Shirley's second half of the sentence, the dog looked up and heard the chaotic wind and noise in the forest coming from all directions, and saw that the trees in the distance were becoming transparent and dim, and the signs of the dream were about to disintegrate.

Clearly, something was influencing the dream—it was about to wake up.

……

There seemed to be a sound coming from the darkness, sounding like a chaotic wind howling, breaking the branches of the treetops as it blew through the trees, but when you listened closely, it seemed like it was just a hallucination.

Duncan didn't have the energy to pay attention to the faint sounds coming from the darkness, he had been drawn to the strange scene in front of him.

It was indeed the Lost - after spreading his perception into the depths of that vine, in the center of this darkness and fog, he saw indeed the familiar "ghost ship".

But...... Why? Why is the Lost in this place?

Duncan came closer, and saw that the Lost Land seemed to be floating on a layer of pitch-black water, and the inky darkness seemed to swallow over the lower part of the ship, and on the towering deck, the whole ship was dead silent, and no sound could be heard.

After a little hesitation, he "flew" onto the deck of the "Lost Country".

In this darkness, he is moving from a simple "perspective", which brings him enough convenience.

The deck was empty, and as far as the eye could see, it was an old and familiar sight.

Following the route of his memory, Duncan slowly navigated the various facilities on the deck, as well as the nearby cabins.

Everything is exactly the same.

But he knew that it wasn't really a Lost Country, nor was it a projection of the Lost Country or anything like that—he didn't feel the kind of intimate connection between "this ship" and himself, and he didn't feel the feedback from the flames.

This ship was made by some other force.

The faint winds and noises were heard in the darkness again, and they were a little more pronounced than before.

Duncan paid attention to the sounds coming from the depths of darkness, then made his way to the aft deck area and stopped in front of the captain's room.

His gaze shifted upwards, and suddenly froze.

On this door frame, an unfamiliar line is inscribed - "May He wander in dreams".

Isn't it the "Gate of the Lost"?!

Duncan was stunned, for he clearly remembered that the inscription above the door of the captain's quarters was clearly the "Door of the Lost", and that it was the only way to his "bachelor's apartment...... The "Lost Land" that appeared in the depths of the dark fog was the same everywhere as he remembered, why was the only text above this door different?

He withdrew his gaze from the door frame and looked at the door panel in front of him—and in the next second, the door opened silently as if it were an invitation.

The familiar captain's room appeared before him, dimly lit with furnishings and a goat's head on the edge of the sailing table.

Goat's head?

Duncan's heart suddenly moved.

He still remembers that when he first strayed into subspace, he did not see a goat's head on the "Broken Homeland" on the side of subspace, and in his bachelor apartment, there was no goat's head on the "Model Homeland".

The presence or absence of the goat's head seems to be a very subtle and crucial "point of divergence" between the various "versions" of the Lost Place.

A series of conjectures and memories instantly came to his mind, and Duncan had already passed through the door of the captain's quarters, and he cautiously came to the nautical table, and looked at the black "wood carving" on the edge of the table.

The goat's head rested silently on its base, motionless like a real wood carving, unresponsive to the approaching of the "captain".

Of course, this may also be due to the fact that Duncan's presence here at the moment is only a mere "perspective", not an entity that can be seen.

Duncan did not attempt to alarm the goat's head on the table, but continued to observe cautiously.

Soon, he realized that something was wrong again.

The chart on the table—it was supposed to be a chart that was supposed to record the trajectory of the Lost Country, the known city-states and shipping lanes of the endless seas, but now it presented a picture that Duncan had never seen before—a completely unfamiliar "map"!

It looked like a forest from the air, with rolling ridges, huge plant structures, and strange buildings scattered throughout the forest, and a translucent symbol of the Lost Country floating above the miniature projection, moving through the forest at a very slow speed.

With great consternation, Duncan stared at the strange "chart" for a long time.

Of course, he couldn't make out any useful information from this completely unfamiliar map, but he remembered another strange chart he had seen earlier on the "Broken Land" in subspace.

On the Lost Homeland, which sailed in subspace, the charts also presented an eerie scene: in a chaotic and dislocated uncharted sea, full of strange voyage records.

Now, he saw another unexplained "chart" on the Lost Homeland, which emerged in the dark fog, this time...... It even shows that the ship is sailing in a forest?!

This made him irrepressibly have a bizarre thought in his heart-

How many different "versions" of the Lost are sailing in different dimensions at the same time, recording different lanes?!

And just as the strange thought crossed Duncan's mind, a slight creaking sound suddenly came from the side, interrupting his thoughts.

He instantly turned his gaze in the direction where the voice was coming from.

The black goat's head on the edge of the sailing table was turning its neck a little, turning its gaze to this side.

In the dark eyeballs carved from obsidian, there seemed to be a hint of consciousness gradually.

In the next second, Duncan heard a hoarse and deep voice coming into his ears-

"Who's there......"

(End of chapter)