I have nightmares to get stronger

Chapter 22 Spiritual Weapons
Since the father passed away, the burden of the whole family has been on the mother alone, but the mother said nothing, leaving early and returning late every day, doing her best to support the two children to go to school.

Among the two children, the mother valued Han Dong the most, because he was a boy and the only man in the family.

His mother expected a lot from him, but she didn't want to put too much pressure on him. She was always cautious when mentioning grades, and Han Dong knew that.

This is why he has been studying desperately for three years, on the one hand, for his own future, and on the other hand, he does not want to see his mother's disappointed eyes.

But it's a pity that Han Dong's grades have been unable to improve. This is related to the car accident three years ago. The car accident made his physical and mental strength inferior to ordinary people, and doing anything is half the effort.

Fortunately, after entering this nightmare game, Han Dong obtained the method to become a healer and learned meditation. Both his physical fitness and mental strength have been greatly improved, and he is no longer the waste wood he was before.

"This mock exam, try to get eleven or twelve, so that mother can be happy." Han Dong thought to himself.

Although he already has the ability to get into the top five in the class, if he really gets in the top five, not only his classmates and teachers, but even his own mother will suspect him of cheating. It is better to take it slowly and advance one step at a time. Five or six, more in line with mother's expectations.

With Han Dong's guarantee, my mother was very happy. After eating, she started to pack the tableware and eat the leftovers by herself, and asked Han Dong to go back to the bedroom to rest.

It was very close to the complete completion of the spiritual weapon, and Han Dong couldn't wait any longer. As soon as he returned to the room, he began to build the structure of the spiritual weapon.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, countless spiritual threads spread out from a pale golden talisman, and a ball was continuously constructed in the darkness. This step was a very simple matter for Han Dong, even a beginner. The most basic spiritual weapon, the most difficult thing is to construct the spiritual talisman, and the following steps only need to be done step by step.

The structure of the spiritual power weapon was quickly completed, and it looked like a densely packed net pocket wrapped a light golden talisman. In the void.

"The next step is the last step, filling up the spiritual power." Han Dong said to himself, he only has a little spiritual power now, and only a little spiritual power is needed to build this spiritual power weapon.

With a thought, countless tiny golden light spots appeared out of thin air in the dark sea of ​​consciousness, and attached to the constructed spiritual weapon.

This step is the easiest of the three steps. You only need to release the spiritual power, and it will automatically attach to the spiritual weapon. Soon, Han Dong's first spiritual weapon is completed.

"It looks like a ball, doesn't it?" Han Dong looked at a pale golden ball the size of a football floating in the dark sea of ​​consciousness. No matter how you looked at it, it didn't look like a weapon.

"Summon it out in reality." Han Dong quickly woke up from his tranquil state, sat on the edge of the bed, turned his right hand, and a pale golden ball appeared in his palm.

The spiritual power weapon built in the sea of ​​consciousness can be summoned without any consumption and time interval, which is more convenient than carrying it around.

"What's the use of this? Is it thrown out to hit people?" Han Dong thought to himself.At this time, he found that there was a thin transparent silk thread connected between the pale golden ball and his palm, and felt it carefully. This thread seemed to be a thread of spiritual power, which looked very thin, but But it is tougher than steel wire in the real world.

With a thought in Han Dong's mind, he threw the golden ball in his hand towards the door. After the ball flew about a meter away, Mental Force pulled it back and returned to Han Dong's palm.

Han Dong keenly felt that the flying distance of the ball increased with the amount of his mental power. The more he consumed, the farther he would throw it. Within one meter, maintaining this spiritual weapon was almost impossible. It does not consume mental power, but if you want to expand the comfort of the attacker, the consumption of mental power will increase exponentially, and in the end it will not even be possible to maintain the existence of spiritual weapons.

"Well, this seems to be more of a toy than a weapon?" Han Dong tossed it back and forth a few times, and suddenly found that it was somewhat similar to the yo-yos played by children in previous lives.

"...It's kind of similar, this is a big yo-yo!" Han Dong threw it a few more times, and suddenly felt lost. After spending a few days, he just made a yo-yo, no matter who it was , will be frustrated.

"A yo-yo spiritual master?" Han Dong smiled wryly and tossed the light ball in his hand a few times, and couldn't help sighing. Han Dong was really not sure about using this to fight the zombie in the nightmare.

"...Forget it, go in and try it out. If it doesn't work, then meditate in the real world every day, as long as you can delay entering that nightmare world." Han Dong thought to himself.

He has already discovered that using meditation to make himself energetic and not fall asleep, this method can only last for a week, once it exceeds seven days, Han Dong will fall asleep anytime, anywhere, which is more dangerous, it is better to be able to independently It is safer to choose when to enter.

Thinking of this, Han Dong dispersed the "yo-yo" in his hand. Each call only required a small amount of mental power, and the same was true for dispersing. Then, Han Dong lay on the bed, his consciousness gradually blurred.

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It was dark all around, Han Dong opened his eyes, there seemed to be a faint aura shining in his eyes, he could see the environment in the darkness clearly.

"The zombie still hasn't appeared." Han Dong looked around, but found no trace of the zombie, but he summoned the spiritual weapon immediately, at least holding the weapon in his hand, and the courage in his heart enough.

He has already translated all the contents of the notebook on the desk, and most of the content is recorded in the blank notebook in the real world, so Han Dong did not walk towards the desk, but walked towards the door that opened at the hole , where there is a faint light, it looks like it should be a living room.

Han Dong walked to the door and looked out. This was a larger room, still without windows, and surrounded by huge rocks that made up walls. Han Dong couldn't see the material of these rocks, so he touched them with his hands. It's hard to feel these gray rocks.

On the wall facing the doorway where he was standing was a fireplace with black ashes that had burned out, and beside it was a small pile of firewood and items for kindling.

These items have not been used for a long time, and there is a thick layer of dust on them.

In the center of the hall, there was a rectangular wooden table seven or eight meters long. There were messy objects all over the wooden table, which looked a bit like the experimental equipment in Han Dong's chemistry class in his previous life.

Test tubes, beakers, lab dishes, stills, ...

Han Dong stepped forward, picked up a test tube that had fallen on the table, and observed carefully that the test tube was not made of ordinary glass, but was ground out of a transparent crystal, which looked almost like glass. There is no difference, it is simply a work of art, and its value is many times higher than that of ordinary glass test tubes.

Looking around, these experimental equipment are all made of crystal. It is conceivable that this set of experimental equipment alone is invaluable, but now, they are like garbage, falling over and around the wooden table .

In addition to these equipment, there were large dark brown stains on the wooden table. Han Dong groped with his hands for a while, sniffed at the tip of his nose, and there was a faint smell of blood. These stains were all dried up blood The traces left behind made Han Dong think of the zombie that wandered here and there before.

"Why did it suddenly disappear?" Han Dong thought to himself.

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(End of this chapter)