Simmons expertly dodged and then stabbed his wrist with a sharp fingernail, blood gushing out and turning into a chain that bound his wife.

The wife began to struggle violently, the thin wings of her back like insects piercing through her freshly restored pajamas, and the carapace of a praying mantis on her arms struggled to separate the red chains on her body.

But it was useless, Simmons could guarantee that he wouldn't miss, after all, he had already trapped his wife in chains hundreds of times in his nightmares.

At first, he was occasionally freed, but as the number of nightmare reincarnations increased, Simmons would learn more knowledge each time, control and reduce his own alienation, and his strength had already left his out-of-control wife far away.

"Don't worry, dear."

Simmons' one-eyed eyes were full of tenderness and love, and his black-haired palm, like a beast, stroked his wife's pale hair.

Feeling his wife rubbing gently in his palm, Simmons knew she was being coquettish.

The wife still loves herself, which does not conflict with her wanting to eat herself.

Simmons whispered, "Honey, rest well, I'll bring you food for this nightmare later." ”

With that, he stepped out of bed, his shriveled feet on the carpet. Come to your closet, put on your voluminous clothes, and put on a hood that covers your face.

Simmons is very glad that the mutation in the lower half of his body is not serious, otherwise he may not even be able to wear pants, which is really unseemly.

Finally, he picked up the metal cane he was leaning against the door, and walked out of the bedroom.

As soon as he went out, Simmons raised his cane and used its sharp bottom to pierce the head of the butler who was waiting at the door.

Today's housekeeper has the same hideous head as his wife, and belongs to the same mutation. But his lower body was more mutated, like a mosquito inferiority full of blood, bulging into a ball.

Simmons glanced indifferently at the butler who fell to the ground, his wife's mutation, which was attacked by the other party when she wanted to go out in a nightmare.

But after a long time, he could not even light the flame of hatred in his heart.

"Every time I wake up, I have to clean up the out-of-control maniacs in the house first, which is still a bit annoying."

Simmons' leather boots straddled the butler's still twitching corpse, and expertly walked into every room on every floor of his house, killing once again the cook, the son, the daughter, the servant, the gardener...... Prevent them from attacking their wives after they leave.

It wasn't until his wife was left alive in the entire mansion that he left the corpses for his wife to eat with blood all over his body. He went out into the courtyard and sealed the gate with chains made of blood.

The reason why he doesn't kill his wife is because every time death comes to a new nightmare, he wakes up at the same time as everyone else.

If you are killed as soon as you wake up, and you are killed the next time you wake up, you may die hundreds or thousands of times in a short period of time.

The stimulus was too painful for Simmons to let his wife suffer, preferring to let her live a little longer every day to soothe the fear of her last death.

Moreover, he had long seen that the only way to end the nightmare was to hope for God's forgiveness...... Otherwise, no matter how many nightmares you experience, you will not be able to escape such a terrifying cycle.

Simmons walked at a fork in the road, almost going to the library again in his habit.

This is a habit that has been done a thousand times in the past...... And now, he has memorized all the books in the whole city.

Therefore, the direction of his current steps is the square in the center of the city.

Once again, I have to draw a Dharma seal that can communicate with the gods...... It was hard work.

Fortunately, every nightmare, as long as the disaster does not appear, even if hundreds of hours have passed, the time will still remain in the night, and he does not need to worry about wasting time.

It's just that Simmons suddenly felt that the road he walked today was a little too smooth?

In the past, just going to the square, I needed to kill about seven werewolves, more than twenty madmen, six dogs, and four huge vampire monsters, which were almost fixed.

Occasionally, you will encounter hunters, if it is a normal hunter, they will say hello to each other, if it is an abnormal hunter, they will have to fight, and sometimes they may be killed.

But today...... I didn't encounter any monsters along the way.

The streets are quiet, and between the delicate buildings, there is only a hazy mist and towering moonlight.

Suddenly, Simmons' bleeding one-eyed eyes looked at the moon suspiciously.

Is the moon ...... Smaller?

After all, according to normal time, Simmons may have been staring at the same moon for more than ten years, and he can still detect such a drastic change.

Confused, Simmons finally made his way to the central plaza.

I saw countless corpses and wreckage piled together, and the buildings around the square were also dilapidated, and even the ground was not restored to its original level.

Obviously...... There had been a big war here before, and I was dealing with those out-of-control lunatics at home, and I didn't notice the movement here.

After all, in the nightmares of the past, when you first woke up, they were the most chaotic, and you could hear roars and screams in your ears all the time, which was nothing unusual.

Only this time, the situation is different?

Simmons's heart didn't fluctuate much, it was just another terrible disaster that wanted to take his life.

He walked slowly into the square, only to notice that there was no blood on the ground.

Most of the corpses were frozen into ice cubes and shattered into countless particles. makes the scene where the corpses are all over the field look not so disgusting.

"Are there any more sober people?"

A voice radiated from the square in some alley.

Simmons looked up, and saw a bald giant man with a cold and stiff expression and a sharp axe walking out of the source of the voice.

"Isn't it strange that there were so many people calling me here before? What about you? Where have they gone......"

“？”

Simmons had to admit that at this moment, his heart thumped.

What does the other party mean?

We call Him here...... Could it be that I made a mistake in what I wrote?

No, in his description, it is clearly written: "The existence above the world, the master of all beings, the ruler of all living beings, the judgment day that will plunge the whole world into the abyss, represents the eternal existence of power." The galaxy is not as great as yours, and the universe is nothing but your dreams, please grant us a true and unvoid death, and show your kindness. Such a paragraph.

Even if you can't find a target, it shouldn't fall on this man......

Although the other party looks extremely normal, there is no trace of mutation in the whole body, and he is completely an ordinary person.

Such ordinary, placed in this city, is extremely eye-catching and conspicuous, which can be called the greatest weirdness.

And Simmons can indeed feel the unspeakable strength from this strong man, and the pressure as if facing the mountains.

But how can such pressure be compared to a monster that completely changes his life form at a glance?

People who have experienced such nightmares may be desperate, they may go crazy, but in the face of the regular and understandable forces, they will no longer be afraid.

Simmons couldn't suppress the curiosity in his heart, and stepped forward and asked, "Who are you?" ”

The strong man didn't turn his head, but immediately turned his whole body around, looking a little dull.

The other party was silent for a moment before he spoke up again: "I...... It is the individual who has changed your world. This is not what I wanted, I'm very sorry. ”

It's just that at the same time as the voice appeared, the strong man's expression and mouth did not change at all, and the voice was more like it came out of nothing and spread on its own.

In countless nightmares, Simmons has seen similar situations, and the biggest possibility is that this ordinary-looking strong man is actually just a puppet controlled by the people behind the scenes.

It's not an abstract puppet, it's a puppet like a marionette, a puppet that needs to be manipulated in a real sense to act.

Generally speaking, such guys, the puppets are very strong, but they are very weak.

But Simmons didn't say anything disrespectful, his numb heart had no interest in mockery, just straight and said, "Really? Then please remove the change that has been made to our world. ”

He didn't believe what the other party said, he just didn't bother to question it.

You say yes, as long as you can do what you say, whether it's true or not, Simmons doesn't care at all.

It's like a person who is about to starve to death will not question the existence of God in the face of a missionary with bread. As long as you can give yourself a bite to eat, the other party can believe that he is God.

The voice was silent for a few more moments, and in the process, Simmons noticed the bald man in front of him with a large blue axe, staring intently ahead, seemingly breathing, but in fact no air was ingested.

Sure enough, it's a puppet.

His heart was becoming more and more disappointed, and that glimmer of anticipation was almost gone.

At this time, the voice sounded again: "I hope so...... But I destroyed half of your starry sky just to communicate with you, and I don't know what to do. ”

Simmons was stunned for a moment, then looked up again.

Really...... In the starry sky, there is only one lonely moon left, and all the stars behind it have disappeared!

Simmons didn't know the speed of light, nor did he know how vast the universe was, and it was common sense that the destruction of a star would not notice its disappearance until at least the light was transmitted to Earth.

But Zhang Zicheng's previous greeting, the vibration that spread to the whole universe, even the photons transmitted in the vacuum became extremely chaotic, which was equivalent to refreshing the light transmission of the whole universe and forcibly creating the black domain of the universe.

Not only the half of the galaxy he had destroyed, but even the rest of the galaxy Earth could not be seen now, and it would have to wait for the light to come back over the long distance.

But it was precisely because he did not understand all this that Simmons did not question it.

He took a deep breath, his hand holding the pointed iron staff trembled slightly, and asked, "You said that you tried to communicate before, did you mean ...... What did I ever hear about 'NNNN-'? ”

Zhang Zicheng was a little puzzled, and sent a voice to his trumpet again, asking the system to reduce the dimensionality of the voice bar: "What I said at the time was 'hello'." Well, you probably died before you heard the follow-up syllables...... I'm sorry, but your universe is too fragile. ”

Hello? 'You'?

It does seem to be an N syllable at the beginning......

While thinking about it, Simmons suddenly had goosebumps all over his body, and suddenly noticed a terrifying thing!

What the other party said was obviously a language that he had never heard before, but he could understand it!

All the syllables are combined, obviously unfamiliar words, but I fully understand the meaning!