In my dream, I am the God of Creation

In the capital of country C, in a courtyard that looks like an expensive place, a young man in a Tang suit with wide sleeves stood quietly in a corner with his eyes downcast, his pupils dimmed like puppets.

The clothes he was wearing had a strange texture, like black and brown, and also like clothes soaked in rich blood.Shining with strange brilliance.

But the suit is obviously not finished, because a large part of the cuff is missing, and there is still a gap at the hem.

An old-looking man stood in front of the young man, his original plain expression had receded, and his face was full of fanaticism.It seems that he didn't care about the terrible thing that he quickly changed from young to old, and just paid attention to this existence in his hands wholeheartedly.

"It's almost finished..."

Behind the man, the loom was full of cracks, but it was still weaving unremittingly.Its speed is very fast, far from being as slow as before, as if it has received sufficient nourishment, it is constantly weaving new cloth.

It's just that these cloths don't have the pure and peculiar color before, and are more like inferior imitations.After being compiled, it was not directly used on the body of the strange youth, but it was floating in the air as if it had been smelted, and it was gradually shrinking.

"Sure enough, the previous idea was correct!" The old man's voice became more and more pleasantly surprised, "It doesn't matter if there is no way to capture a good enough fate, you can refine and smelt those inferior fates to produce satisfactory works... ..."

"Wait a little longer, wait a little longer... that lord will be able to come to this matter soon, and this world will become that lord's paradise..."

Thinking of this, the old man's expression became gloomy, his peculiar long and narrow eyes had erect pupils, and he glanced at the TV set in the main room behind him like a cold-blooded animal.

The replay of the previous meeting of the gods was being played on the TV, and an indistinguishable color of light and shadow circled the outer circle like a blue dragon, bringing a shocking momentum.

The old man whispered in his mouth: "This is just a false god...the only real god is the greatest god who created all the worlds!"

After repeating this several times, his posture became fanatical again.He raised his hand high, his sharp nails sliding in the air like animal claws, speeding up the melting of the woven cloth.

Someone knocked lightly on the door of the courtyard, and the dull voice echoed in the small courtyard, but it didn't attract the old man's attention at all.

He continued to move his hands as if he didn't hear it.

Some silk threads emerged from nowhere in the air, as if being pulled by something, they slowly fell behind the loom and became the weaving material.The looms continued to move non-stop, weaving a somewhat patchy and not-perfect cloth.

The sound of knocking on the door appeared again, this time the sound became heavier and more urgent, as if someone was frantically asking for help outside the door.

The old man lowered his eyes. He glanced at the wooden door that hardly trembled under the violent knocking, and continued with the matter in his hand.

The wooden door continued to crackle, but the rhythm of the knocking became slower and more dull, as if the person who knocked on the door had no strength, and he just put all his strength on the door as much as possible.

Finally, the sound of knocking on the door finally disappeared.

Red blood seeped out from under the crack of the old wooden door, dripped down the stone steps, and disappeared suddenly when it was about to officially flow into the courtyard, and then the blood on the stone steps gradually disappeared, as if it had never been Nothing has happened.

It's like being out of this world.

The old man made a mocking smile calmly, and the cloth on his fingertips shrank smaller and smaller, and finally shrunk to a piece of cloth no bigger than a fingernail.

Then, following his movements, this small piece of fabric fell on the person in the corner, and quickly joined the sleeves spontaneously, as if they had been fused together.

This courtyard seems to be isolated from the world. Even if the outside sun is constantly changing, whether it is rising or setting, the people in this courtyard and that strange loom have not stopped their actions, and the passage of time has not affected them at all. leave no trace.

Until this day, there was another knock on the door.The old man didn't seem to care about it before, and even felt a little ridiculous in his heart.

So what if these guys realize that they have been tricked to find someone?The old man was very confident that he could fool these people once and the second time.

Even if he can't be fooled, with his strength, he can easily control those puppets he has carefully selected.

These puppets have been carefully selected, and he has a way to control each of them, so there will be absolutely no accidents.Everyone who is innocent or has some kind of obsession, just need to give a little guidance from the head, and they will honestly become the sharpest blade and subordinate in their hands, and there will be absolutely no accidents.

For example, a certain human being who had awakened the ability of a vampire before was afraid that the person he liked would feel frightened and uneasy because of this special ability.The old man just gave some inducements and said some specious words, and he successfully deceived the young man, making him fight for all the new worlds with powerful abilities as the goal.

Of course, this ideal new world must be a lie. The old man just followed the child’s heart. Anyway, after removing the causal line, these people will soon lose their minds and become the best ones to help absorb the causal line. good tool.

But there seems to be something amiss with today's knocker.

The old man can only be recognized from the first knock on the door. This is the voice of the college student who did not hesitate to agree to be driven by him because of the illness of his relatives.

Oh no, this college student should have already graduated... Counting human time is too troublesome, and old people rarely remember them carefully.

Anyway, this guy should have been under my command for a long time. Although it is not a combat ability, it seems to be particularly useful for those greedy humans. You only need to gently threaten some private information. Those people will not hesitate to contribute "a little causal line" that they don't understand, and even complacently think that they have earned it.

Humans are such ridiculous creatures.

Only the Great God is the rightful ruler of all, only the Great and One God.

The old man chuckled, and quickly went on with his business, not even paying attention to the gradually changing tone of the knock on the door.

He made some little things at the door, if those guys steadfastly stayed at the door, then don't blame those little things, and kill these people who shouldn't exist in this world.

Anyway, this is a very simple matter. Those who have been stripped of their karma should not have existed in this world, and they will dissipate after they die, without leaving any traces, not even the need to destroy their corpses. up.

Therefore, there will always be various changes in those knocks on the door, especially when the people being cleaned up are extremely frightened, the knocking on the door with a rapid change of tone is also a kind of joy in a boring life.

The old man was so indifferent, until the wooden door that looked old but was actually extremely strong was split open by the newcomer this time.

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According to what the shadow said, Shi Zhe ran to the imperial capital alone, and stood in front of a rather hidden courtyard.

In fact, there is absolutely no way for something like a courtyard house to be included in the ranks of concealment in this imperial capital where every inch of gold and land is present, because it is too small, and it is more conspicuous on the contrary.

Moreover, the style of the courtyard house is also different from the monsters of reinforced iron buildings. Even if it is squeezed into a small place, it still exudes a special temperament.

But this courtyard house can only be described by the word hidden, because its location is very delicate, and it is even a place that cannot be found by normal methods.

It is in the interlayer between dream and reality.

A place that only the chosen ones can see, this kind of saying seems to exist in fairy tales or animations, but in fact it really exists in this world.

There is a special place at the junction of dreams and reality, both here and everywhere. As long as there are living creatures around, there will be this kind of separated space.In many cases, the space capacity and borrowed space that people use to store items actually come from here.

It is quite amazing for some beings to build their own residences in this kind of place, but it is not impossible.Shi Zhe himself can easily do this, and he can even add a little material, such as setting up a wishing shop for a witch in a certain dimension.

But for the special Jiang Cheng building without a clear owner, it is almost certain that there is something evil here.

Shi Zhe stretched out his hand and made a splitting movement, the blue arc of light swirled at his fingertips, turning into a sharp blade, easily tearing apart the blurred space boundary, and then raised his foot to step in.

The scene in front of him showed some signs of disorder, it was in a busy street, and it seemed to be facing a quiet small courtyard.

After the brief space disorder ended, Shi Zhe raised his eyes slightly, and met a somewhat familiar person standing at the door and knocking on the door.

"..." Shi Zhe's brows twitched slightly.

"..." The somewhat familiar person also fell into a shocked silence. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to spit out the name of the person he saw, but his dry voice froze in his neck, unable to reveal it at all.

Immediately afterwards, after both of them fell into a state of shock and absence, two bloody fingers suddenly spread out from the ground, tightly clasped the man's ankle, and crazily moved towards the man's ankle. Ground drag.

Fu Shanlun was originally half-opened because of some embarrassment, but his mouth that did not utter a word suddenly tightened, his pupils searched subconsciously, and his lifelong wail was stuck in his throat, turning into an indistinct sob.

Shi Zhe rushed over subconsciously, slapped those two hands twice, and rescued Fu Shanlun.

Those two hands are really strange. They stretch out from the ground, but what they grab cannot be brought into the ground.Therefore, under the condition of crazily pulling down, Fu Shanlun's ankle had already been crushed and fractured by the huge force, and even the wailing compassion when the bone broke did not appear until a while later.

"...Thank you." Fu Shanlun's next sentence from someone he knew was a reply. He looked at his ankle in horror and bewilderment, as if the terrible pain didn't exist at all, and he was just thinking about his own problems.

Shi Zhe looked him up and down curiously, he was actually a little strange why this guy appeared here.

There was an awkward smell in the air.

Although it is true that the two of them are classmates, let alone, it has been more than half a year, and they have been busy in the internship stage, and have hardly returned to school.Just talking about the things the other party did during the time when he was still studying made Shi Zhe feel a little delicate.

Fu Shanlun stole his side's information in a debate that was bound to win, and then won more smoothly and as it should.Shi Zhe couldn't remember the reason why this guy did what he did, or he didn't know the reason why this guy did what he did at the time, and he only remembered the special ability that this guy possessed.

But no matter what the reason for Fu Shanlun to do that, it didn't look like he would appear in this hidden courtyard.

This is what the black shadow who killed at least 5 people confessed. The residence of the black hand behind the causal line is not a place where an ordinary senior student can come, even if he has a pretty good talent for Chinese painting. .

Is it because I was looking for a place where I can draw a courtyard house, but after finding it, I somehow stepped into the gap between dream and reality?

Shi Zhe frowned more and more, but before he could speak, Fu Shanlun's voice rang out: "Shi Zhe...why are you here? Could it be that you too...?"

Shi Zhe's face was a little strange, he glanced at him, and didn't answer yes or no, but just followed: "Could it be that I am also...?"

Fu Shanlun's expression changed a couple of times, followed by a flicker of complexity and jealousy, and finally turned into a kind of hopeless calm.It was like the distorted calmness that was finally comforted psychologically after discovering that a person better than himself had fallen into a desperate and terrible situation like himself.

Shi Zhe subconsciously frowned slightly, feeling a little delicate.

To be honest, although he is mixed in the Chinese painting class, he is actually better at drawing manga plots, a manga author who is not very right anywhere.But he was actually a little jealous of this classmate who was very talented in Chinese painting, before something happened.

Even now, he will be amazed by this classmate's talent in traditional Chinese painting.Therefore, when Shi Zhe found that this classmate seemed to be willing to degenerate and embarked on a path that the world would not tolerate, regret flashed in Shi Zhe's heart for the first time.

Then there was a long silence.

The slightly worse thing is that when I came here, I thought I would face the opponent directly, so I didn't pretend to be myself, and used my original face to face my old classmates.

This made Shi Zhe feel a little constrained, not sure how much power he wanted to show, and whether Fu Shanlun had ever seen the power he possessed.

But he soon realized that what he was facing was a criminal and he didn't need to be as cautious as before.

Shi Zhe closed his eyes, and when he stepped forward, his voice was somewhat unclear: "What do you think I am? What are you? What are the similarities between me and you?"

Shi Zhe's question was quite open and aboveboard, as long as an individual could realize something was wrong from this question.But the parties being questioned are often unaware that this is being clichéd.

At least Fu Shanlun didn't notice it.

He lowered his eyes, and said in a tone mixed with jealousy and inferiority complex: "Being tempted by that devil, taking away human life for him, didn't you also obey him for your own sake?"

The author has something to say: There should be another chapter before 12 o'clock~