Primordial Sequence

The breeze blew the window, and as the window moved slowly, the moonlight shone in through the glass. Under the orange light, Camus was massaging his stinging head from exhaustion, and his red and blue eyes were dim. He had just witnessed what he had just seen underground. Everything that happened in the black market, as well as the butterfly girl and their conversation, made Camus' head jump due to the high level of mental depletion.

"It seems that there is something wrong with that butterfly girl. I only saw the locusts swallowing the mirror. I don't know what happened next, but it looks like the group of people below are in trouble. I wish them good luck."

"Shh, I'm so tired. I don't know how Ka Xiu is doing. I don't care. I have to meditate as soon as possible to regain my mental strength. My head hurts too much."

Kamuo's mind fell into silence, and deep meditation was no different from sleeping.

"Gu"

Just after Camus fell into deep meditation, the cry mark on his arm shimmered. At the headquarters of the Candlelight Society, a group of cultists holding white candles were whispering around a corpse. A huge black shadow emerged from the firelight. The body emerged from the body and escaped into the darkness.

"Master Bishop, is it really possible?"

A man in black robes took off his hood, and a three-eyed tribesman with gray hair and face covered with corpse spots appeared in the candlelight.

"Timi is willing to become a nightmare for the sake of our Lord. He will definitely control the medium and return safely. The glory of Zachasia will favor us."

"But Lord Jack..."

"呲"

Then a big head rose into the sky, and a middle-aged three-eyed tribesman fell to the ground. The blood on his neck was swaying like a fountain. The red blood splashed on the surrounding black robes and spread under the orange light. Seeing the eerie beauty, the surrounding cultists instantly became commotion.

"Damn Jack, his emotions controlled his reason. If he dies, he will die. Timmy will definitely succeed. Anyone who questions my decision should go down and atone for his sins from our Lord."

"Crying Meng, please take everything from us, please lead the Three-Eyed Tribe back to glory. With the guidance of fate, Helm's Deep has been found..."

They prayed frantically, never stopping even if they were spitting blood at the mouth. Their eyes were full of determination. After a while, a group of people looked at their companions who fell on the ground and walked out silently.

Late at night, a translucent black claw stretched out from the crack of the door. As the body came out through the wall, a huge black shadow appeared in Camus' room. He looked at Camus meditating, and his black body suddenly swelled. , turned into a monster with a hateful face, and rushed into Kamius' eyebrows.

spiritual world

The flower representing spiritual power shrank by a large amount. Camus breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that a small piece of the flower had recovered, and continued to extract the magic power from outside.

"Bang..."

Suddenly... Camus felt the wall of her mind shaking violently. A huge black arm actually stretched out through the wall of her mind, grabbed Camus' soul and rushed out.

Kamuo looked at it with his true eye and was shocked. This was a nightmare. When he saw that there was no lifeline behind him, he immediately grinned.

"Sir, who gave you the courage to run in front of me in your soul body?"

"Damn Relimon Camus, I will take away everything from you, torture your soul, and make you sink in endless dreams."

Kamiao looked back at Jin Tianwei. Just before he pulled himself out of the spiritual world, he exchanged a soul for the nightmare's real name, transformed into a mirror, put it in his arms, and whistled before being pulled out.

"Oh... let's wait and see. Are you the one crying in dreams again? You are so persistent. Where are you going to exile me?"

The nightmare laughed crazily after seeing Camus, and turned into a tall translucent tentacle monster. The densely packed tentacles spread out, and the picture was distorted. Camus suddenly came to a place, an abandoned hospital.

The entire hospital is in tatters, the wooden doors are moldy, some tattered white cloths are hung on the windows upstairs, the iron fence in front of the door is rusty, a gate is still on the ground, and withered yellow weeds are growing irregularly. Growing in the yard, it was probably as high as his knees. Camus bent down and picked up the paper on the ground. It was a medical record, and there was a picture of the patient's twisted and ugly face on it. Some of the handwriting was no longer legible due to the erosion of time. , only some vague information can be seen.

Xiao Le Jin, gender: male, age: 33, civilian in Drav Sun City, cause of illness: eating unknown mushrooms, body rot, mental state...

It was impossible to see clearly from here on. Camus threw it away, put his hands in his pockets and walked into the door of the hospital.

"grumble"

As the harsh sound of pushing the door echoed in the room, the floor in the room was stirred up with dust, and some white papers shook. There was a tall stool in the middle not far away. Camiao looked up and saw only the shape of the stool. It was pitch black and nothing could be seen.

"Hi, Mr. Jay Timmy, thank you for letting me see the power of nightmares for the first time. You know? Those people last time were really a bunch of trash."

Seeing no response from the surroundings, Camus shrugged and walked over at a leisurely pace, looking up.

"Ji Ya"

At this moment, a woman fell down from above. Camus looked at the pale feet in front of her, and stretched out her hand to pinch them with an expressionless face.

"Mr. Jay Timmy, the hand feels so bad, 'cold hands', can you give her a pair of shoes at night?"

The corner of Timi's mouth twitched as he squatted in the shadow not far away. What kind of weird thing is this? Is this the brain circuit of a normal person?

"Dip...dip"

Suddenly, red blood flowed down from his legs, and the blood dripped on the floor, making a "didi" sound. Camus reached out to take some, smelled it with his nose, and took another lick, frowning.

"Mr. Jay Timmy, blood has no taste at all. Even though I have no sense of taste, you still have to add sugar. Otherwise, how can I eat it? There is no supper at night, and it is not pleasant to drink blood."

"..."

Timi doubted that she was alive. How could this be so strange? Isn't this what he fears?

"Boom"

At this moment, the rope in the sky suddenly loosened, and a face with seven holes bleeding appeared in front of Camus. The distance between the two was only one centimeter. Camus's breath blew the down on her face, and she shed tears. Weeping tears of blood, her bulging eyes stared at Kamius.

Camus raised the corner of her mouth, dipped some blood from her nose and put lipstick on the corpse, then gently stroked his face, gathered her long hair, and arranged it.

"Mr. Jay Timmy, I want to report you for being passive and sabotaging your work. Let's see... Is this what people do? In the future, you must pay attention to your appearance and don't put on makeup to make negative comments?"

Timmy swayed and almost fell. He walked out of the shadows with a black face, holding a bloody machete in his hand.

Kamuo looked up and down and nodded, "I can't see my face clearly, but the props are okay. Are you going to take action yourself? It seems that your abilities are limited, and you are a low-level among the low-level. But thank you for letting me It was a nightmare.”

Timi grabbed the handle of the knife tightly and looked at Kamius bitterly. He had never seen such a strange person in his more than twenty years of life. Since he couldn't be scared, forget it. It was just for fun anyway.

Seeing his serious look, Camus shrank her eyes and put away her cynical smile, preparing to take him seriously.

As soon as Timi saw him holding a knife, he rushed over. Kamius moved the stool next to him and yelled.

"Bang... Sakaraka... get excited."

"Timi suddenly stopped in his tracks, looked at the bloody knife in his hand, and looked at Camus' cheerful look, and began to question life."

When Camus saw him stop, he waved his arms and applauded himself. The sound of "pop" echoed in the hospital and spread far and wide.

"Okay, thank you for spending a pleasant night with me, Mr. Jay Timmy. It's really relaxing. It's great. I feel that the stress has been swept away. Life has reached its peak. Let's hit the road."

After saying that, Camus took out the mirror and looked at Timi with a smile.

"Great source of nothingness, please grant me the right to use the mirror..."