Thor ran through the hallway.

He had just made a new flower of the dead, and the moment he stood it in the hallway, Thor instantly regained consciousness.

But this dream didn't end there.

Someone finally discovered his evil deeds and followed him!

Now, the terrible hunter had raised his bow and arrows, ready to loosen his strings at any moment.

Thor was forced onto the ramp, but a man appeared on the ramp.

The man who stood in the way only had half a face, and he was so frightened that Thor almost fell to the ground as he ran.

The other party turned out to be Kong Sha, who I hadn't seen for a long time!

"Got you." Kongsha's red lips rose slightly.

Thor turned around, and the man chasing him behind him held a silver-blue longbow with a gloomy face.

The pursuer behind him was a third-level apprentice.

Compared with him, the seemingly terrifying Khonsha in front of him has become a more hopeful way of life.

Thor could hear himself chanting the spell so fast that he couldn't even make out the runes inside.

However, just as he was running and chanting the incantation, Kong Sha's half-bottle of white pulp suddenly popped up in his head.

These eyeballs were pressed against the glass wall, with great eagerness, great excitement, focusing on Thor who was approaching.

"Ah!! Die—" Thor was about to wave his hand, but his mind suddenly went blank, and he completely forgot what he was doing.

There was only a short, high-pitched shout......

Thor snapped his eyes open and saw that the left side of his face was pressed against the cold tiles.

He didn't rush to get up from the ground.

This time, the dream seems to end with the death of the murderer.

If so, that's a good thing.

Thor finally doesn't have to endure the nausea of biting raw meat every time he sleeps.

But......

Still pressed against the ground, he was looking at his room from this perspective for the first time.

It's like a timid voyeur, hiding in the most secret crevices, observing and alerting the outside world.

And Thor, who maintained such a posture, inexplicably felt a sense of relief.

It took a while for him to get up and glance at the time.

At 6 o'clock in the morning, it was just enough to have breakfast.

Thor was a little hungry.

He raised his right hand, suddenly poked out his tongue, and gently licked the fingertips that had turned to bone.

Hunger seems to have been satisfied, but with it comes a deeper need.

Thor took a deep breath, suppressed his violent emotions, and walked into the bathroom.

He took a basin full of water and plunged headlong into it.

It wasn't until his lungs began to moan and his trembling arms barely supported the weight of his body that Thor jerked his head up.

The water splashed and hit the walls and floors, and the excess water flowed down the bridge of the nose, cheeks, and hair into the collar.

"Gan!" Thor scolded several times, "I almost lost my consciousness." ”

Thor wiped the water from his face with his hands, and the faint stinging pain from the friction between the white bones and skin made him more conscious.

"How terrifying has this nightmare butterfly become?"

"Is it because the magical radiation inside the Wizard's Tower amplifies its influence, or is it ...... Hatching soon? ”

The problem of the eyes has reached the point where it has to be solved.

Even if the owner of the dream goes offline, Thor can't guarantee that he will be pulled into the dream of someone more terrible after falling asleep one time.

Or rather, consciousness.

"Do you want to go to Hayden for surgery now?" Thor thought about it, but denied it again, "Although I have prepared the materials for sealing the cocoon, it is not for Nightmare Butterfly, I don't know if it will go wrong." ”

"You can't be in a hurry, it's easy to make mistakes in a hurry." Despite knowing that Nightmare Butterfly is far more harmful than he thinks, Thor keeps telling himself to be calm.

"The danger comes from the unknown. I have to find out the characteristics of the Nightmare Butterfly. Even if you can't find it, it's good to know more. ”

Thor patted himself on the left shoulder, "Diary man, can't you make the introduction more explicit in your item identification?" ”

The diary was silent.

"Let's go to the library and look for it." Still, Saul didn't think he could take out the cocoon recklessly, and if the library couldn't find the answer, he could ask the tutor.

There is really no gain, and it is not too late to go recklessly, anyway, Thor has a diary.

Rearranging his meter, Thor left the bedroom.

However, as soon as he opened the door, he saw a man standing outside who needed his eyes to look up - Kukin.

"Senior Kukin," Thor immediately showed his trademark polite smile, "are you looking for me?" ”

"I have an experiment and need an assistant, you can get the approval of Mentor Kaz, I believe you have the strength. If you want to come, I can give you 10 credits per time. ”

Per-view?

And the unit price is quite reasonable.

Thor was immediately moved, "I'm willing to help my senior, but I don't know what kind of experiment it is?" ”

"Of course, the content of the experiment cannot be disclosed at will, if you have nothing to do now, you can come with me."

Thor didn't move, "I'm sorry, Senior Kukin, I really have something very important to do right now. ”

Kukin's face darkened.

Saul immediately suggested: "How about 2 o'clock this afternoon?" ”

Kugin thought for a few seconds and nodded in agreement, "Yes, at 2 p.m., you come to my room, 1404." ”

Thor immediately replied, "No problem. ”

Looking at Kukin's distant back, Thor still maintained a smile on his face.

Ever since he worked in the morgue, he knew that the apprentices would make small deals in private.

As long as the things traded are not excessive, the mentor will turn a blind eye.

But seeing the plot between Cunin and Ferguson, Saul knew it wasn't a small deal.

It's a bait!

Whether or not to eat this bait and how to eat it is still a question.

Thor closed the door and walked briskly towards the library.

But the matter of the eyes is more anxious, and compared to this matter, the experiment of reshaping the hands is delayed.

At 6:05 a.m., no apprentices had yet arrived at the library.

As soon as he entered the library, Thor saw the young administrator standing in the middle with a proud face.

He didn't say hello, but ran in with a puff of smoke, his arm unconsciously brushing the hem of the young man's clothes.

No, it's not rubbed, it's just worn through.

The young administrator was about to jump up and scold, when he suddenly saw that a piece of his sleeve was missing.

His mouth that had just opened closed suddenly, and the tip of his tongue was pinched off before it could be retracted, and disappeared before it fell to the ground.

The young man's lips began to tremble, and he slowly raised his head, staring in the direction in which Thor had disappeared.

He burst into tears.

The tears also did not have time to fall, and they dissipated in the air.

Thor didn't know what was going on outside.

He just followed his memories and began to look for information about the Nightmare Butterfly in the advanced version of the insect chapter of the cognition of all things.

But looking through the entire catalog, he didn't see any relevant words, so he could only quickly move on to the next location.

Advanced version of the cognition of all things, foreign objects.

No!

Advanced version of all things cognition, monsters.

No!

Advanced version of the cognition of all things, supernatural chapter.

No!

Thor put down the last book, and even though he glanced at each book in a hurry, the intensity of information input still made him feel dizzy.

This is still the effect of two small increases in his mental power, if it was before, he could only crawl out now.

"Would you like to ask the librarian?" As soon as Thor had the idea, an idea suddenly occurred in his head.

Dreams, nightmares, butterflies.

He looked into the depths of the library, as if he had seen through the white fog and saw the fourteenth row of bookshelves.

Even though the tower owner had told Thor before that the people hiding under the fourteenth floor bookshelves were just his fear, Thor hadn't been there for a long time.

Even if they did, they wouldn't specifically look for knowledge about evil spirits.

So the man had been lying at the bottom of the fourteenth row of bookshelves, never showing his face.

Thor clenched his fists and silently walked deeper into the library.

Soon, he came to the bookshelf that he would never forget for a long time.

As soon as he got here, Thor saw the arm at the bottom of the bookshelf, half-exposed outside the divider.

"Even though we know what it is, it's still hard to face my fears."

Having said that, Thor lifted his foot and walked to the front of the bookshelf without hesitation.

"What is it that makes you feel horrified just by seeing one hand?"

Thor took a deep breath, and a faint mist entered his nose and was spit out by his mouth.

He crouched down and tilted his head slowly to his right until it was almost parallel to the ground.

Finally, he saw it.

He saw himself.

It's not Thor, it's himself!

Face up, dazed, dark red corpse spots covered the skin.

It is the past life in which the traverser died.

Happy New Year! I wish you all good health and wealth in the new year!

Thank you readers for your company last year, and I hope that we can go on together in the future and grow into a better version of ourselves together!

(End of chapter)