Jiang Mo left Dracula and returned to his "dream".

There were still countless blank cards in his eyes, and Jiang Mo looked around, as if he wanted to see something else from them.

According to Dracula, the root of all the strange things that happened last night came from dreams.

In this dream, which represents the "yin" side of the world, there is some kind of creature that is trying to use its power to influence reality.

Jiang Mo had never heard of the existence of such a power before, in his impression.

All the powers involved in dreams are mostly related to hallucinations and environments.

Players who have abilities related to dreams generally do not use them as their primary combat skill.

And if everything Dracula says is true, then does this mean that this is a road that no one has traveled, a completely new system of power.

If it weren't for the fact that for some unknown reason, I established a special protection in the dream, I am afraid that I would have been invisibly affected.

This special power, even if it is deliberately protected and vigilant, is still impossible to prevent.

Remembering Dracula's statement, he only needs to express his thoughts in his mind to find it.

After thinking about it, Jiang Mo closed his eyes, and imagined in his mind that there was a monster isolated outside the room, wandering around.

It's a wonderful feeling, and it's impossible to fantasize about it in your own "lucid dream", or to dream about it, no matter how you look at it.

However, Jiang Mo was so successful.

In his mind's eye, an ordinary house was constructed, and through the window, a dark figure could be faintly seen moving back and forth.

"Probably, that's what Dracula said, my talent isn't bad?"

Jiang Mo didn't know how he did it, maybe with his imagination, all this was manifested.

It's a silky instinctive operation, and even if someone wants to learn from him, he doesn't know how to teach others.

This ability, perhaps except for talent, he can't think of any other explanation.

With one of his thoughts, he reappeared in a "lucid dream", still surrounded by cards.

The difference was that not far from what he could see, a door appeared there.

Unlike Dracula's wooden door, which contains an ancient atmosphere, this door is an ordinary modern security door.

The door is made of stainless steel, and the transparent plastic film that has not been torn off can be faintly seen.

However, it is this security door that can be seen everywhere in every house that brings him a kind of warmth like home.

There was no suspicion, not even a hint of hesitation.

Jiang Mo instinctively swam there.

The palm of his hand rested lightly on the door, and a cold touch came.

It seems that he is not in a dream, but has actually touched a security door.

Colorful light emanated from where his palms touched.

Transparent rays of light spread around the door, and these rays intertwined to form a transparent wall around the door.

There is no concrete shape to see on this wall, and there is no end in sight.

In this way, it was embedded in Jiang Mo's dream in a special form.

Jiang Mo waved his hands to expel those blank cards, and the moment they touched the wall, they seemed to have received some impact, and directly spun and flew back, as if nothing was allowed to pass through this wall.

Jiang Mo just looked at it, and didn't mean to reach out and touch it.

After looking at it for a long time, I didn't see anything famous, so I simply let it stand there.

I reached out and pulled the security door, and I didn't need any keys or passwords or anything like that.

It was easy for the security door to be opened.

Jiang Mo also looked at it with interest and walked in, he was very interested in what was behind the door.

The security door was slowly opened, and the scene behind the door was also reflected in his eyes.

There's no extravagant decoration like Dracula, and there's no fantasy like the cards floating outside.

What caught his eye was an ordinary house, the same as the one he had built in his mind before.

The sofa, the TV, the kitchen, everything couldn't be more ordinary.

Of course, there was also the dark shadow hovering outside the window.

Through the faint moonlight, Jiang Mo also saw its figure clearly at this moment.

It was a humanoid monster close to Jiang Mo's height, with a pair of dark green eyes.

Jiang Mo didn't know how he could distinguish this color in this pitch black, the moment he saw it, this concept appeared in his mind, it should be, and it must be dark green.

This feeling was strange, but Jiang Mo didn't have the slightest doubt.

Similarly, Jiang Mo's mind also appeared in the appearance of this monster:

A human corpse that has decomposed into pieces of blue-green and black flesh, fragments of flesh falling as it walks.

Huge hooks or long claws protruded from its fingers, and in the undead monster's eye sockets was a pair of dark green eyeballs that felt like they were staring at it from any angle.

The black shadow seemed to notice Jiang Mo in the room, stopped, and pressed his body tightly against the window.

A face that could not be seen was also pressed against the glass, and the house seemed to be blessed by some kind of force, and there was not a single crack under this intensity.

Maybe it's because the lights aren't on in the room, or it's too dark outside the window.

Even though it was already attached to the window, Jiang Mo couldn't see its face in his eyes, and could only feel in his mind that a pair of greedy, hateful, and bloodthirsty eyes were annotating him.

This feeling made Jiang Mo very uncomfortable, as if he was walking in the dark and being targeted by a hidden monster.

This feeling only appears in his memories of walking at night as a child.

Fear? Anxiety? Or both? Jiang Mo couldn't tell what that feeling was.

However, what is certain is that the current Jiang Mo is no longer the young self he once was.

His expressionless gaze followed his senses.

Jiang Mo seemed to sense a trace of astonishment in the eyes of the monster covered in darkness.

After staring at each other for a few minutes, the figure left the window and continued to wander outside the room.

I could still see that some minced meat had fallen out of the window.

The ghost sent the gods, Jiang Mo walked to the window.

Following the monster's example, he pressed his face against the window.

Looking closely, Jiang Mo's face was also a little flattened by the glass.

And where his face was was where the monster's face was before.

A thin layer of transparent glass, in this short period of time, left two marks of different faces in the same position.

I don't know if this is Jiang Mo's intention, or is it a coincidence?