"Finally cleaned up ......"

Lying next to the fireplace in his villa, feeling the heat wave emitted by the flames beside him, Wu He reached out and tightened the blanket on his body, this person was so comfortable that he wanted to ascend to heaven.

If there is no such thing as Tianzun, on a December day, Wu He should be lying in the quilt stealing the electric blanket and brushing the mobile phone video, until the mobile phone smashes his face, he falls asleep......

Consciousness sank into the dream, Wu He's consciousness gradually dimmed, and pictures that seemed to be real and illusory appeared in Wuhe's dream.

Wu He dreams that he has escaped Rune's terrible diet, and his front is full of all kinds of Chinese dishes and spices.

Steamed lamb, steamed bear's paw, steamed deer tail, roasted duck, roasted chicken, roasted goose, boiled salted duck, sauced chicken, bacon, pine flower, small belly, dried meat, sausage, assorted Su plate, smoked chicken, white belly, steamed eight-treasure pig......

All kinds of imaginary or just imaginary dishes from animations that Wu He had tasted, heard, or seen appeared in front of him, and a long row of tables was set up, and the sumptuous dishes were even dotted in the air like starry spots, forming a very flavorful dream......

But unfortunately, Wu He's dream did not last long, and at one moment, a clear stream suddenly rushed from the spinal cord to the brain.

Wu He's whole person seemed to have returned to high school, and when the dead friend stuffed his hand that had just finished playing with the snow into his back collar, the cold air rushed straight to the cerebral cortex, and the whole brain instantly sobered up.

And at this moment, Wu He's original whimsical dream was also instantly in line with reality, and the stars dotted in the sky representing food landed on the world and fell on the dining table in front of Wu He.

Although he is asleep now, this does not mean that Wu He has lost his perception of the outside world.

Whenever there is any dangerous scene in reality, it is necessary to be able to instantly pick up and burst out with a power that is difficult for the guardian to completely defend, and bombard the enemy to the slag.

However, in reality, Wu He did not feel any danger, and there was no warning from his spirit.

In that case, the person who interfered with Wu He's dream should not represent any subjective malice, and his strength did not reach the level that could threaten Wu He.

"Medium-sequence or low-sequence extraordinary?"

muttered in his heart, Wu He also remembered the plot in the original book that was similar to his current situation.

He was now afraid that he was being dreamed of by some extraordinary person who had the ability to fall asleep.

Combined with the limited range, and Beckland's situation, then it could be a Sequence Five Dream Walker, or ......

"Nightmares?"

And it was at the time of Wu He's idea that he was here.

"Ding Dong~"

The doorbell rang for a while, and suddenly remembered that the familiar feeling, the familiar operation, Wu He remembered that the last time he encountered something similar was the last time......

Wu He originally thought that his personal consciousness was surrounded by the protection of scarletin, and he could achieve a certain degree of immunity to these nightmares and dream-entering abilities such as dream walkers, but now it seems that this is not the case.

With a slight snap of his fingers, a gold-trimmed pocket watch appeared directly in his hand, the hypnotic pocket watch he had seized from Milgram.

The reality of this thing is still in the old gentleman of the Eye of Wisdom, and the one in Wu He's hand is completely based on his own memories and the information and data about the audience sequence in the scarlet pigment surrounding his consciousness island.

Wu He's spiritual intuition told him that such a conformation was not just an illusory shell in a dream, but in a sense, it seemed to have some realistic characteristics of a hypnotic pocket watch.

Looking at the hypnotic pocket watch in his hand, Wu He's face also showed a look of surprise.

He just had a whim, and he tried it a little, but he didn't expect it to be really successful.

The last time Wu He entered the gray mist, probably due to his own peculiarity, Wu He directly glanced at the current Beckland and a certain area around him with an almost external vision in the posture of the source fort.

At that moment, Wu River had almost penetrated everything in the whole of Beckland that he had the slightest connection to himself.

As big as all the positions of Amon's doppelganger who was calculating Wu He, and as small as everything that the relatives and friends of the passers-by who just passed by him went through, all of them were all covered by Wu He.

And the amount of information brought by that glance was like an endless split of the causal tree fork, almost directly bursting Wu He's entire brain, directly filling his soul, and directly exploding, making him directly turn into a part of the spirit world.

The effects of that time were not completely resolved even after the Woo River cleared the entire Amon of Beckland.

Later, Wu He thought of a way to fill his soul with the life source, make the life source into a sieve, and filter those irrelevant memories into scarlet over and over again, and put them into the sea of memory.

In this regard, the sea of memories of Wu River is precipitated with extraordinary information that can be called terrifying.

And these extraordinary information itself has certain extraordinary attributes, and there is no problem with separating them from each other, but the power that can burst out after gathering them is also very considerable.

Before this, Wu He had also hit the idea of this part of the information, and thought about using this information as a weapon to see if it was worth using.

But it's a pity that in reality, Wu He didn't find a way to pull the extraordinary attributes of the information into reality.

Turning imagination into reality, that is already the authority of a dreamer, Wu He is just a low sequence, not even sequence seven, now I think this is a bit of a fool's dream.

However, this sudden lucid dream gave Wu He a good inspiration.

"yes, dreams can do these things."

"Speaking of which, in the past, I only used Dreamland as a large-scale VR game to relieve boredom, which is a bit overkill......

……

Wu He muttered in his heart, but the guests who had just entered his dream didn't know what he was thinking.

"Ding Dong~"

Another doorbell rang, bringing Wu He's whole person back to reality from fantasy.

At this time, Wu He waved his hand, scattered the hypnotic pocket watch in his hand, patted the dust that did not exist on his body, tidied up his clothes, and then walked towards the door.

Dreams, while real, are also illusory.

For example, in Wu He's dream, there are hundreds or thousands of dishes in the room.

However, the distance from the sofa to the door is still the same as in reality, and the space in the middle of the dish seems to be extended, and the contradictory space is placed at a normal distance.

"Click~"

"Squeak~"

The metal hinge let out a piercing scream, and Wu He opened the door directly, and then saw two figures in black suits and top hats standing outside his door.

The two people outside the door saw the door open, and they didn't wait for Wu He to speak, but immediately took off the top hat on their heads and bowed slightly to Wu He.

One of them, who looked a little older, spoke directly to Wu He first:

"Are you Mr. Caslana?"

Wu He was slightly stunned by this, but he also nodded directly, maintaining his formulaic smile and said:

"Yes, do you have anything to do with me? If you want to do divination, please go to the Fortune Tellers Club in Kita Ward tomorrow morning or afternoon. ”

"As long as you pay a certain amount of gold pounds, as long as your divination object does not exceed a certain limit, trust me to meet your needs."

Although this is the first time Wu He has faced such an extraordinary person as a nightmare, he has limited understanding of things like dreams.

But thankfully, Miss Hazel is a veteran cultist of the night.

And Wu He was also close enough to her that when he caught a glimpse of him, he saw not only him, but also the Bishop of St. Samuel's Church, with whom his father was a good friend, and the Red Glove that Mr. Bishop had seen.

Following this layer of connection, Wu He has gained a lot of extraordinary knowledge of the night path.

How will the person who has been caught in the nightmare behave in his dreams, Wu He can now be said to be Menqing, and it can be said that there is no difficulty in playing with the power of the clown potion......

Looking at Wu He, who was chattering endlessly in front of him, the two professionals in front of him were also eager to speak for a while, looking at Wu He, who was as enthusiastic as the sun in front of them, they always felt that it was an unforgivable thing for them to interrupt the enthusiasm of the gentleman in front of them......

In this regard, the slightly older man could only sigh slightly, and then turned his head and whispered to another man beside him:

"See? When using the Nightmare ability, you must take the lead in the discourse at the very beginning. ”

"Man's mind in dreams is wild, and it is easy for attention to drift to strange places."

"If you don't guide you from the beginning, it's very difficult to dominate at the beginning......

Of course, having said that, this slightly older man is obviously experienced in this area, and he quickly seized the gap in Wu He's words and said:

"Mr. Kaslana, in fact we are here to ask you some questions."

Hearing this, Wu Hekou's chatter also stopped directly, and then he had a pretty good acting skills, showed a confused expression, and said:

"If you have any questions, just say it."

Seeing this, the man also hurriedly asked:

"According to our investigation, you have been seen crawling out of the sewers closest to St. Samuel's Cathedral in the early hours of December 9."

"What is the purpose of going to the sewers, or to be close to the church of St. Samuelda?"

Hearing this, Wu He immediately understood the purpose of the two people in front of him.

Speaking of Amon, it is very likely that he just wants to play a place where the lights are dark, and the doppelganger throws it everywhere, and there is one in St. Samuel's Cathedral.

When he was destroying that Amon, Wu He was afraid that if he was too close to the professional, he would find and investigate the traces he had left behind, so as to obtain information about Wu He's strength.

So he directly caught Amon in the sewer and destroyed it.

It was the only Amon that Wu He had eliminated for more than thirty seconds, and it was also the only Amon that Wu River had cleared traces on the spot......

"Hey, I tried my best to keep the movement to a minimum, but I didn't expect that I still couldn't hide it."

"And there were witnesses at that time, this so-called coincidence is a bit too coincidental."

"Well~ It seems that there is no problem, after all, the goddess of the night, it is most reasonable to come to St. Samuel's Cathedral in the dark of night......"

"But this kind of thing is not a secret to the real writers of Baker Landry."

"Of course, Amon's bear child doesn't count, that guy is more like a villain tool used to urge the protagonist to grow up than a writer."

I thought to myself in my heart, but on the surface, Wu He also directly said the words he had already thought of, and said:

"That day a lady asked me to help her figure out the location of her new gemstone ring, and she lost it."

"Because the contact time is not long, the connection between the two is not deep, so there is no way to do direct dream divination."

"In order to save my reputation, I went there myself, found her ring for the lady, and received the fifteen gold list as my reward for this divination."

The two men on the other side nodded their heads, and one of them even took out a notebook and began to record.

The other continued:

"What's that lady's name?"

"Herisna Shahvarant Delist......"

……

Later, the two night watchmen asked Wu He how he obtained the extraordinary potion, and after confirming that there was no problem, he was relieved of his ability to fall asleep.

Just away from the villa of Wuhe, one of the younger men suddenly couldn't help it, and said to another man beside him:

"I'll just say, Captain Kaslana is just a playboy who wanders among noble ladies."

"Ah, what a lucky guy, I'm so jealous, oh no~, it's so hateful......"

In this regard, the man known as the captain was noncommittal and said:

"Luck is also a kind of strength, some things are predestined from birth, if you also have the face of that gentleman, you should go to open a soothing club or something, and you should be able to have the same so-called good luck as that Mr. Kaslana."

Hearing this, the young man was immediately deflated.

He felt that he was indeed good-looking and a little handsome, but if he really wanted to compare with Kevin pinched out by Wu He, he would really be turned into scum in seconds.

Now it's a bit heart-wrenching to be pointed out by his own captain......

Seeing the appearance of his own team members, the captain of the professional team suddenly showed a smile on his face, and said comfortingly:

"Actually, you don't have to think about it that much."

"It's just a different path."

"That Kaslana seems to be glamorous, but when it comes to those real nobles, it's just a delicate doll."

"As far as I know, Mr. Earl Hall recently bought an antique mirror from the Tudot period that I don't know if it is true or not, and there are no extraordinary traces on it, but the big banker still spent a lot of money to buy it, and it was five thousand gold pounds......"

……

The other side......

Sensing that the two night watchers walked away, Wu He, who was taking a nap by the fireplace, also slowly opened his eyes, today's things can be regarded as fooling the past, and in general, Wu He didn't lose anything, but he could only say that he lost a good dream.

Sighing helplessly, but in the end, he smiled slightly, Wu He closed his eyes again, ready to continue the previous dream, but this time he didn't even understand Wu He's entry into the dream, and a burst of illusory whispers came directly into his ears, instantly pulling the hazy illusion back to reality.

The whispers sounded again and again, as if the flowing water full of fine sand had been sifted over and over again, and the impurities in the sound were stripped away layer by layer, and finally turned into the prayer that Wu He was most familiar with.

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianjun, Fusheng Xuanhuang God, Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun ......"

……

(End of chapter)