Brewing a cup of hopeful black tea in the phantom kettle, Feng Xue smelled the faint scent of honey while thinking about the oddities of this world.

From the present point of view, everything in this world is no different from the real world, the only difference is that when the pseudo-objects dissipate, the way in which those [consciousness] disappear is different from the real world, not out of thin air, but rising into the sky like a pillar of smoke.

Of course, this doesn't mean anything, after all, he hasn't actually experienced a few worlds, maybe it's the error caused by the different settings of different worlds.

And there are a lot of weird things, as long as someone believes it, anything can happen, and even though most of the weird talk so far is based on creatures, there is no shortage of weird stories like Infinity City and game companies.

In fact, due to some of its own qualities, the dead monster is even more terrifying than the creature.

After all, this kind of thing, which is close to a "living phantom thing", itself carries some of the "absoluteness" that phantom objects have.

In other words, even if it's a zoo, a moon face, a ruined apartment, and other rule weirdos, it's not impossible, no, it should be said that the likelihood of this kind of thing appearing is no less than that of creatures, and the reason why he sees less is because of the illusion brought about by the infinite city pull this mechanism.

But if there really is a huge range of strange things in this world, and it has entered its regular image......

Feng Xue forcibly suppressed the inexplicable powerlessness that rose in his heart, and he was sure that this thing had begun to affect his spirit.

After all, as a super weird talk who takes his true self as the artistic conception of martial arts and treats the innate strange talk of the martial god as firewood, his mind is definitely not powerless just because he is targeted by a strange talk or has a dream.

As a joke, the last time he felt this way was when he had just crossed over to Infinity City and had only four days left to live.

"Abilities with mental pollution-like effects...... I don't know if it's because of my strange identity, or because of the indiscriminate coverage of the blow. ”

Feng Xue held the kettle in his hand, and his mood suddenly improved, but he understood that this kind of unprovoked hope itself was suspected of quenching his thirst, so he still forcibly put it away, and then took out the powerful existence that had been sealed since he got it out of his bag-

[A ghost hand who can do anything but kill the anchor]

As a funny fantasy object, the power of this thing is undoubted, and the essential setting also determines that it will never kill itself, but the problem is that it is too uncontrollable to cause all kinds of trouble to Feng Xue's life if used for a long time.

Not to mention that it just can't kill the "anchor", not that no one can kill anyone.

But now, Feng Xue felt that he needed to use this big killing weapon.

As the pale ghost hand climbed onto Feng Xue's shoulder and disappeared, Feng Xue suddenly felt a sense of relief, but then, he said very deadly:

"I want to eat a full banquet, give me a whole table!"

“……”

To Feng Xue's surprise, he obviously gave the order, and this act of asking for food obviously helped to kill himself, but the ghost hand had no intention of acting.

Feng Xue naturally didn't think that this was a ghost hand that couldn't do it or that there were no materials, the setting of the phantom object was bigger than the sky, and the only possibility for the ghost hand not to act was that it felt that it would definitely not be able to kill itself in this way.

"It's funny, the ghost hand actually thinks that he can't kill me......"

Feng Xue pushed open the door of the guest room and came all the way to the street, looking at the pedestrians coming and going, but still didn't find the slightest problem.

"Where's the weird talk?"

Feng Xue pulled a hair from her head, and then cut off the supply of [Knowledge], watching the hair slowly decompose, evaporate, and then float up with the wind.

He frowned, and ran after the wisp of information, but it was like a mosquito on a summer night, it was clearly in front of him, but in the blink of an eye, it disappeared again.

"Didn't catch up, or rather, couldn't catch up."

Although Feng Xue had such an understanding in his heart, he still tried several times in a row, in order to increase the number of information streams, he even took out a few mecha for volatilization, but no matter how huge the information flow was, it would suddenly disappear in the process of chasing, from this point of view, compared with the evaporation of the pseudo-objects in the current world, it was only an additional process of drifting.

Everything seemed to be back to square one, but Feng Xue seemed to have a new idea, or rather, until this moment, he suddenly realized the crux of the problem-

That forgotten dream.

If reality itself does not have problems, then the problems naturally point to the most abnormal dream since coming to this world.

Although he has completely forgotten what happened in his dream, the mere fact that he was able to wake himself up proves that it is not simple.

"What kind of strange talk will it be? Freddy? It can't be a dreamweaver, right? ”

Feng Xue frowned, turned around and returned to the hotel, and then fell on the bed without thinking.

……

"!"

Woke up from the bed again, Feng Xue only felt that the vest had been soaked with sweat, he suppressed the throbbing in his heart, scanned the surroundings uneasily, and found that he was still in the hotel, only then did he slowly calm down, but he soon found a little abnormal-

The ghost hand seemed to be very happy.

So happy that I'm already dancing!

"What's going on?" Looking at the ghost hand dancing there, Feng Xue pressed her temples hard, trying to calm down the uneasiness in her heart.

The ghost hand is happy, which obviously means that it is about to kill Feng Xue, but it has no action, indicating that it is not the time yet, or rather, the trap has been laid, just waiting for Feng Xue to step on the pit.

So the question is, was this thing arranged in some way when Feng Xue was sleeping, or did this thing follow him into a dream and see the hope of killing himself?

Feng Xue thought for a moment, opened her hands, and said to the ghost hand:

"Come and punch me."

Hearing Feng Xue's voice, the ghost hand stopped his dancing steps slightly, turned the broken wound at his wrist to Feng Xue, and then twisted twice as if he was very disdainful, and started the crazy dance again.

Looking at this appearance, Feng Xue finally affirmed that all the puzzles in this world were in the dream.

"Dream-like weirdness? And it's the kind that can't bring out the memory, in other words, you have to find a way to 'clear the level with one life' in your dreams? ”

Feng Xue frowned, but he didn't fall asleep again, because he could clearly feel that his mental state seemed to be a little worse than the last time.

In other words, every time I dream, my mind is affected in some way, and this influence is fed back into my mental state in reality. Tsk, there is no stand-in to beat the Death Thirteen...... How to play this! ”

(End of chapter)