Fellow Daoists, Would You Like To Buy Gatling?

  Chapter 233 229. Dream of the Red Moon

  Three days later, in the evening, the entire Helford Manor was quiet. It used to be the most leisure and bustling time of the day. There are always farmers who have finished their work strolling around.

  They gather in taverns in villages and towns near the manor, buying the worst ale, and chatting with friends.

  Children will also have fun at this time of the day, and no one will care about it.

  But today is different.

  Whether it is the most wicked child, the most daring hunter, or the ordinary farmer, they locked themselves and their family in the house more than an hour before night fell.

  Parents will hold their children tightly, and the children will hold their parents' arms tightly.

  Everyone’s eyes are full of fear. They will be at the window, vigilantly looking at everyone who is still hanging out, and curse them in a low voice for being the vanguard of the devil.

  There are also some old people who still have old beliefs. At this time, they will pray sincerely to the non-existent gods, and ask that non-existent power to protect them and their families.

  Although the night is not here yet.

  But the stage of disaster has been set up, the curtain of fear has also been put down, the silent curse is like a ghost spinning back and forth in the sky, and the uneasiness hidden in it is also laughing wildly.

  The uneasy atmosphere is like a torrential rain.

  With the advent of night every minute, everyone’s minds are being madly washed away. The horror hidden under the nameless abyss has not yet appeared, and many people can’t resist the fear in their hearts and have fallen to the ground.

  Those depressed sobbing, rude howls, and weird singing sounded from behind every closed door of the manor. They converged with fear, like an invisible turbid current.

  Backed by the increasingly dim sky, it hovered around the manor like a low air pressure.

  Depression.

  Deep.

   makes people breathless.

  Except for the neurotic roar of some hounds in the manor, the whole world seemed to be quiet.

   "Woo"

  The harsh sounds of the crows echoed in the alternating light of dusk and night. These birds of unknown meaning also seemed to be awakened by some kind of power, flapping their wings and flying from all directions.

  They stopped on the eaves, on the branches, beside the well, and even at the top of the still mill windmill, there were a few dark guys standing.

  They looked up and down with their dark eyes, seemingly full of malice.

  It is said that the crow can smell the breath of death.

  Perhaps, their unusual gathering today is called by death in the future.

  The crows gather more and more.

  The sharp voice became more and more noisy.

   is like a group of uninvited bad guys, discussing in a low voice how to rob the local owner. No one will rush out of the house at this time to drive them away.

  So these screaming guys flew around triumphantly, as if they were the owners of the manor that was being rebuilt.

"boom"

   Suddenly, a deep gunshot sounded. The fat crow with the biggest head, the harshest call, and the least vigilant, was filled with blood and fog from the flying bullets.

  The **** feathers fly around, and the death they expect is here!

   came without warning.

  The crows were so startled that they flew up. Only for a moment, the whole manor fell silent again, and fell into that kind of stagnant silence.

  "Fur"

   Jiang Xia spit out the smoke ring, put down the old shotgun in his hand, and picked up the red wine in his hand, continuing to look at the changes in the manor.

  The group of crows is too noisy.

  They noisy Lao Jiang to appreciate the "landscape", so Lao Jiang responded to them with a bullet.

  He would be standing by the window of his house.

  This is the most luxurious one of the houses currently repaired in the manor.

  The Countess kept it and decorated it with the most luxurious decorations available locally.

  Small wool tanned carpets, real crystal polished chandeliers, beds with a strong noble style, very beautifully repaired, this will be a fireplace with burning flames.

  There are also paintings hanging on the wall, collected by the Haierford family over the past few hundred years.

  This house has never been opened since it was repaired. It was originally prepared for the most distinguished guests of the Haierford family. Lao Jiang, he is not a person who likes to enjoy it.

  But he also had to admit that the house specially reserved for him was very comfortable to live in, and the small balcony protruding from the outside just happened to be able to see the whole view of the entire manor.

  Standing here, looking down at the surroundings, as if patrolling your own territory.

  "唰"

  A cold and secluded wind blew when the last ray of light dissipated in the dusk, and the windmill windmill in the distance began to creak again.

  At this moment, all the barking stopped abruptly.

  The last sound in the manor also disappeared.

  Night falls.

  If Lao Jiang looked up with feeling, the sky was not completely dark yet, and when the clouds dispersed, the faint red moon had arrived as scheduled.

  In the past, it was around the moonlight, surrounded by a dark red mist of unknown origin.

  But tonight.

  It is the entire moon disk, dyed scarlet, like being thrown into a bath in blood.

   "'It' is coming."

In   chip communication, Old Saen’s deep voice sounded in the public frequency band, and the old hunter said in a warning tone:

  "The mutation is about to happen, so be prepared.

  As soon as the first ray of scarlet moon shines on the earth, the world will be drawn into a nightmare, no matter what changes you encounter, don’t panic!

  Those abnormal changes are based on everyone’s experience and the darkness in the heart, and those weird dreams are yourself.

  Don’t try to fight them.

  As long as you stay awake, they can't hurt you.

  Don’t go out!

   Stay in the house, don’t rush into other people’s dreams. "

  The old hunter's voice became faint, as if the chip communication was interrupted by some unknown force, and his voice became intermittent.

  "Protect yourself! Don't blindly follow. Strength, in the dream of the red moon. You will be over if you are defeated."

  "Om"

  Only a noisy busy tone remains in the communication.

   Jiang Xia shook his head and actively turned off all the communication frequency bands of the chip. He put the red wine in his hand to his mouth, waiting for the moment the sweet and sour liquid poured into his mouth.

  A ray of scarlet moonlight shed from the sky.

Everything in front of Boss Jiang became blurred at this moment, as if he himself was in a world of condensed mist, and now, this world is beginning to collapse.

  Reality and illusion were forcibly merged together. From what Lao Jiang saw with his own eyes, the entire manor under the night was quickly "dissolved" like evaporation.

  Low residential buildings, deserted streets, a newly built castle, and a squeaky mill windmill in the distance. These real objects are like ink paintings soaked in water.

   is constantly being distorted and erased.

  After a few breaths, only a thick mist was left in front of Boss Jiang, with red moonlight shining in it, as if the mist would glow.

honestly.

  This scene is actually quite beautiful.

   "I haven't slept yet. So, Dream of the Red Moon, is actually just an adjective?"

  Jiang Xia put down the wine glass, stretched out her hand to squeeze her cheek, and still felt a clear pain. The soul in the sea of ​​consciousness was not stimulated, indicating that she was still awake.

  But the scene seen by the naked eye is definitely not normal.

   He frowned, took out a string of gorgeous jade bracelets from the ring, stayed on his right wrist, and put the round pearl at the bottom of the bracelet in front of him, and flicked it with his fingers.

  This is the pearl he bought from Hongyanhui at a high price.

  A magical tool that can create a small illusion. There is no realm limit and it is very convenient to use. The only drawback is that it is expensive.

  He observed the clouds and mist that kept circulating inside the beads, and then looked at the scarlet clouds and mist that completely enveloped him in front of him. There are some differences in the details between the two, but the auras in them are very similar.

   "So, this is a big illusion?"

  Jiang Xia raised his head, trying to find the red moon from the sky, but when he looked up, there was no sky above his head, only a cloud of mist covering everything.

  He seemed to be in the clouds at this time, no matter he looked in all directions, there was only a cloud of mist, which isolated him from the whole world and the whole reality.

  "A illusion that is large enough to cover the entire world of the red moon seems to use the moon as a carrier, but it ignores the time zone division of the entire planet.

  Listening to Old Saen’s meaning, every dream of the red moon will explode at the same time all over the world.

  So, when the dream of the red moon broke out, it was actually just some kind of power related to the dream, giving the moonlight in this world an obscure symbolism? "

   Jiang Xia rubbed his chin, trying to see the truth of the red moon dream in front of him.

  But he gave up within a few minutes.

The cultivator in the qi-training realm cannot open his eyes, and the mortal flesh cannot see any clues of the scarlet mist in front of him, but he has had the experience of mirage beads, so Lao Jiang can be sure that the illusion has been completely unfolded at this time. .

  Or, find the front to destroy.

  Or, you can only persist in the illusion until it ends.

Uh, these two choices are for ordinary people. For Jiang Xia, he still has a third choice. His divine mind sinks into the sea of ​​knowledge, sweeps the one that hasn’t changed, and blooms the Seven Treasures of Two Little Flowers. Tree.

  The strange tree cast by the stars is not affected by the external illusion. As long as Lao Jiang's thoughts move, he can still leave the Red Moon Realm, return to the Suffering Wood Realm, or return to the wasteland.

  With a perfect retreat, Boss Jiang naturally didn't panic in his heart.

  He tugged casually, holding the sun emblem on his neck that can be used twice more, injecting spiritual power slightly, and a scorching fire light wrapped around his left arm.

  There is also an electric arc that is excited, like an electric coat, which is covered by Jiang Xia's body. From time to time, there is a chance that a blue-violet electric arc will jump along his body.

  This magical power is really easy to use.

  There is a small shortcoming. When activating the power control, Lao Jiang’s hair will be erected by the roots stimulated by the electric arc. Fortunately, he does not have long hair.

  Otherwise, the legendary "anti-gravity hair" will be formed.

   Jiang Xia turned around.

  The house that was supposed to be connected to the small balcony behind him was gone, and there was only a cloud of smoke behind him. Lao Jiang also noticed that there was a figure standing in the smoke in front of him.

  Maybe he shouldn’t have stepped into the smoke in front of him.

  But Lao Jiang just sneered, stepped forward without fear, and stepped into the smoke. In the next instant, the surrounding scene immediately revolved and changed, and the blurred smoke was quickly shaped into another scene.

  He has recognized, who is the familiar figure in Smoke.

  "唰"

  The change of Dream of the Red Moon was extremely rapid. The moment Lao Jiang’s raised foot fell on the ground, the surrounding scenes had already changed.

  The night wind was blowing, and Lao Jiang's hair was shaking.

  A bright moon shines above his head, and there is no one around him, but the foothills under the moonlight are so familiar. Boss Jiang seems to have stepped from the Red Moon Realm to Fengshan Street in the Suffering Wood Realm.

  Behind him is a shack exuding decadence.

  Before him, under the shining moon, a young man wearing a coarse cloth gown, full of patches, holding a volume of books in his hand, was staring at Jiang Xia viciously with the gaze of wanting to choose someone.

  He couldn’t wait to jump over and swallow Boss Jiang completely!

  That is completely killing the father and the enemy, unshakable gaze.

   "Evil ghost, today, I want it"

"boom"

  The man's words were not finished, Lao Jiang's right hand shimmered, and a handful of black Colt jumped into the palm of his hand, raised his hand, aimed, launched, and done it in one go.

  Flying bullets came, exploding the person's unfinished words, along with his head.

  The headless corpse shook and smashed to the ground, splashing warm blood.

  The distance between the two of them was very close. The blood hit Lao Jiang's cheeks and was gently wiped off by him. He tilted his head and looked at the corpse that quickly turned into a mist and dissipated in front of him.

  He blinked, with the gentleness of "reuniting old friends", even with a hint of weird joy.

He says:

  "It’s been a long time, waste. I was sorry at the time that I couldn’t teach you what it means to convince people with reason. Today, I can finally make up for it."

"you!"

   "Jiang Shusheng", who reappeared in the moonlight, was about to scold him when he heard Boss Jiang's words, only to see Lao Jiang raising his hand and shooting.

"boom"

  The classic just now is re-enacted again.

  This time it was even worse, he didn't even finish half a sentence.

  Jiang Shusheng appeared for the third time. He also learned to behave. He turned around and ran, but was kicked from behind by Lao Jiang and fell to the ground in embarrassment. Then Lao Jiang was riding behind him.

  The hot muzzle hit the back of his head.

  There is also Jiang Xia's deep voice.

   "Don't worry."

  "The night is still very long, we have enough time to'remember the old'. Jiang Ziheng! Or, I will call you by a more suitable name."

   "Hello, I'm a pretending "heart demon"."

"boom"

  (End of this chapter)