If you become a monster, you will succeed

"Tsk tsk, this is really interesting!"

Standing on the top of a twenty-four-story building, Feng Xue faced the cold wind in late autumn and overlooked the night view of the city.

Although no trace of illusion has been found so far, he can clearly perceive that there is something strange in his mental state.

Although he has been "deprived" or "shielded" of most of his extraordinary power, the state of mind accumulated in martial arts practice and the knowledge attached to a large number of labels still allow him to clearly grasp his state.

He didn't feel that he was really so unlucky that he happened to be hit in the face of a strange story. Compared to this situation, he was more willing to believe that there was a world-class strange story at the level of an infinite city in this world.

In other words, he thinks that the worlds corresponding to the rooms above the fifty floors should have at least one such super strange story with abilities covering the entire world.

And if you think about it from this angle, the ability of this strange story is very likely to build a world in a dream, and let everyone enter this world while sleeping.

"But the question is, why can't I remember the memory of the previous two dreams...is it really because of death?"

Feng Xue thought about the possibility, and at the same time thought about the correct way to quit.

Assuming that this dream entry rule is not aimed at oneself, it means that this world should have a normal exit method, otherwise there would not be so many sober people in the real world.

"At present, it seems that the most likely possibility is that falling asleep in the dream world will wake up in reality, and the two sides are completely different lives."

Feng Xue thought about it, but didn't try it right away, because he didn't know if quitting normally would still accumulate that kind of mental pollution.

If every entry and exit will increase the pollution value, it is necessary to maximize the benefits of each entry as much as possible, so as not to wait for the pollution value to pile up to a certain level, and irreparable things will happen.

Feng Xue is not afraid of death, but if it is similar to corruption, or if she simply uses her strange talk as firewood like she is carrying the firewood of the Valkyrie, then it will be really miserable.

Taking a deep breath, Feng Xue returned to the ground in the elevator. The sense of powerlessness brought by this mortal body made him somewhat understand why he felt so uneasy and palpitations the moment he woke up.

"Well, where is the danger around here, take me around?"

Feng Xue failed to find a clue for a while, so she turned her attention to the ghost hand. Hearing Feng Xue's words, the ghost hand made a "figure eight" gesture, as if thinking, and then after a short pause, It finally made an ok gesture, and then hooked Feng Xue, signaling him to follow.

"Sure enough." Feng Xue was immediately happy when she saw this. Although the ghost hand would be obsessed with killing herself, considering that dangerous places are easier to obtain than a peaceful environment, it is not surprising that the ghost hand would agree.

"The question now is, what will this dangerous place look like? Is there any connection with my previous two exits?" Feng Xue sorted out her thoughts, followed the ghost hand to move towards the corner of the city, and then , he saw a bar surrounded by a cordon, but he didn't see a police car or onlookers. It shouldn't be a problem that just happened.

"The murder scene? You don't want to steal the police's gun and kill me, do you?" Feng Xue looked suspiciously at the ghost hand, and the ghost hand waved it vigorously immediately. Xue even felt as if she heard the exclamation of "There is still such an operation".

"Tsk tsk, I feel like I've been with you for a long time. I can learn sign language level 12."

"..." The ghost hand spread his hands, as if it was none of my business, and then raised his index finger, pointing to the bar surrounded by the cordon, as if he was going to have a look.

Feng Xue looked around vigilantly, and after confirming that he didn't find any strange people, he leaned over. He originally planned to ask someone to find out what happened here, but at this moment, his eyes suddenly flashed A couple of incongruous things.

Without any hesitation, Feng Xue refocused, and sure enough, Feng Xue saw a series of short numbers:

Name: Illusion, Weibull's Dung

Elements: [Strange], [Scorching], [Alienation], [Mineral], [Metabolites]

Introduction: It is rumored to be feces crystals excreted by a great being named Weibull. It is highly radioactive, and direct contact with the skin will cause vicious burns and accompanying corruption that is difficult to treat.

Note: You have to understand that it's not just people who don't like this stuff.

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"..." Feng Xue's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he instinctively wanted to throw out the salt in his hand, but his empty hands made him not know how to express his desire to complain.

"Fuck, throwing salt is a habit."

But maybe it was his strange reaction at this moment that made the person carrying the phantom notice him. It was a middle-aged man wearing a peaked cap and a thick windbreaker. A sapphire badge on the chest.

The other party glanced at Feng Xue, to be precise, the ghost hand on Feng Xue's shoulder, and then showed a clear look, first glanced at the surrounding situation vigilantly, then walked closer, and said in a low voice :

"You are also here to investigate Gray Pine Tavern?"

"???" Feng Xue was somewhat puzzled, but she didn't show any expression on her face. Instead, she nodded as if it was a matter of course, and said:

"Come and see what's going on."

"This time the matter is not simple, it cannot be eaten by one or two people." The man slightly lowered the brim of his hat, Feng Xue didn't say much, just nodded slightly:

"If you can prove that you are reliable enough, I don't mind sharing the harvest with you."

"Naturally." The man nodded, and then took a step, bypassing the isolation line with ease, and sneaked into the bar from the side and rear. The whole movement was smooth and smooth, and even a little dazzling.

Immediately realizing that there was probably a comparison in it, Feng Xue tapped her toes lightly, although she had no internal strength, but after Shengxuan's meditation steps unfolded, the whole person seemed to be transformed into a ghost, and rushed into the bar directly, her movements were more than that. Men have to go a little faster.

The other party was obviously a little surprised by Feng Xue's skill, but Feng Xue was currently looking at the few people in the dark bar.

Yes, in this unlit bar, there are still two people sitting in front of the bar at this moment, seeming to be communicating with each other.

Feng Xue didn't even look at their faces, because at this moment, he was already attracted by those two strings of words.

Both of them have illusions!