The Death Knell

Almost ten minutes later, Death Knell and Monak returned to New York at 40K on Earth. The specific location was Zhongsi College on Long Island. At this time, Xiao Wang was preparing lunch. It seemed that today's lunch was served with tentacles.

"The kingdom of dreams, tusk, it's such a magnificent place."

Monak still sighed with the scenery he had seen before. He held the death knell in his hand, somehow borrowed the mask from the Sandman.

The mask looks a bit like a gas mask from the First World War, but it is a holy artifact. As long as it has it, even ordinary people can enter and exit other people’s dreams at will, accomplishing many things that cannot be done in reality. matter.

One of the more intuitive functions is that everyone’s dreams are layered. With the sandman’s mask, there is no need to prepare a spinning top. It can help people see the reality in the illusion.

The mustache mage could feel a special power on this mask, erratic, but very powerful and secretive.

"Okay, prepare a plan. Let me talk about who abducted Deadpool? Was it Freddie the murderer in his dream?"

The death knell grabbed the purple clay pot sent by Mordor and took a sip of water, so that Monak quickly became familiar with how to use this prop. The death knell itself will not get lost in a dream. X Metal is a manifestation of imagination to a certain extent. Body, and Monak does not have this ability and can only rely on the help of external objects.

The first-generation sandman often used the sandman’s mask, but Daniel, the second-generation sandman, used it as an ornament more often in the corridors of the castle.

Daniel is more Buddhist than the first generation. He doesn't like to sneak into other people's dreams, and he doesn't want to change anything through dreams.

Even so, he was reluctant to borrow this mask at first, because he didn't know what the death knell wanted to do, what if it was to destroy the multiverse?

The death knell only meant that he was thinking too much, and then he took out Lucifer to talk about death, and entangled for a long time before the Sandman was relieved, but this borrowing was time-limited.

"Freddy is unlikely."

The magic prince expressed helplessness over the death knell jokes. He tried to put on the sandman’s mask. There was a strange smell in this old mask, like the smell of leather and dust mixed together. It is difficult to describe because even the smell It seems to exist, it is like the aftermath of dreams echoes in the nose after waking up from a dream:

"Let me say that the person who abducted Deadpool should be a conspirator. His personal combat ability is not very strong, but he has a plan."

"What do you think? It's against me? Or it's against Wade?" Su Ming grabbed the teapot and took another sip, watching the falling snow in the courtyard fall on the branches of the winter plums: "Because no matter what you think, Wade seems to be on his body. No value."

"I think there must be something strange in this matter, Slade, although Wade is mean and nasty, and always talks all kinds of nonsense, it looks useless, but guess how he got into the dream dimension?" The Magic Prince wore The mask, his voice sounded like it came from under the manhole cover.

"The gem of plot continuity." Su Ming had thought of it a long time ago. Since Monak also thought of this, let's just say it straight: "There was a dog who wanted to change our story. He really found a possibility. "

"This is the problem. I think the guy hiding in the dark has probably observed us for a long time, and finally found the weakest link to start, which is Wade."

Monak took out two rabbits and strangled them to death, sobbing and starting to cast the spell. He trembled fiercely, but his voice was firm:

"So we have to speed up the progress. Even if Wade likes to put Dong XZ in his underwear, I don't know how long he can hide."

The casual suit on the death knell wriggled and turned into black and yellow armor. He tried to make the lightsaber pop out of his palm and retracted, preparing for the departure: Gu

"You're right, old man, but did I tell you one thing? That is, the Sandman Mask doesn't actually need to be buckled on your face, it can be effective as long as you carry it with you. You really don't need to breathe in the smell. ....."

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Why is the nightmare so terrible?

Why do nightmares make the stomach twitch, cold sweats?

Why is the nightmare still lingering after a person wakes up?

The answer is also very simple, because what can be called a nightmare is often a lonely dream, in which you are the only one you can rely on, and no one else can talk to.

Dreams can distort human’s feelings about time. Perhaps in just a few hours in the outside world, someone has lived another complete life in the dream. If this life is full of tragedy, then this dream will also take away the sorrow in it. Corresponding to the fear stretched to that extent.

No matter what you encounter, no matter what you face, human beings are social creatures. When facing some things alone, they will involuntarily produce fear.

"Ah, what is this narration talking about? A bunch of mumbling nonsense, because Lord Deadpool I am not afraid at all now, and I even want to laugh a little."

Walking in a dark corridor, Deadpool slapped his head while muttering to himself. On both sides of the corridor, there were paintings hanging on the sides of the corridor. The paintings showed the faces of the dead with miserable or hideous faces.

"Dear viewers in the live broadcast room, I want to kill you! But the signal seems not very good now. You may be able to see me, but I can’t see your barrage. This makes me feel a little lonely, or it may be Because I didn’t bring toilet paper out of the house, it wouldn’t be nice if I wanted to **** and no one would pass me the paper."

"But maybe I can use these oil paintings to wipe my butt." Deadpool looked at the strange paintings on the wall, thought with his chin tilted, and casually hammered his palm: "I already understand my situation. I was probably kidnapped by a crazy artist. He threw me into a maze while I was sleeping, and was not allowed to go out unless he saw enough of his paintings."

"It must be like this, what a **** thing, but I have to admit that he is quite discerning, but why did you take off my belt too? He is lustful."

Deadpool digs into his trouser pocket and takes out a small hat often worn by French artists, followed by toy eyes with fake moustaches. After he was equipped with these things, the fake model admired the oil painting.

The painting he was looking at was very strange. At first it looked like a tragic death, but when the line of sight fell on it, the picture began to be distorted and began to show another picture hidden under the water.

In this painting, it is obviously depicting a fierce battle. The most conspicuous place is the death knell. The acquaintances such as Captain America and Spider-Man are all dead in one place, while Deadpool is holding double knives and sitting on everyone’s corpses. Stacked on the throne.

"Tsk, the colors are very bright, with realistic use and brushstrokes, the thickness of the oil paint is just right, and the layout of the picture is also very reasonable, which fully highlights my identity as the protagonist."

"However, strictly speaking, this should be a surrealist work. After all, my cousin will not die if I die. The person who painted this is 80% of them crazy."

"I can't let my cousin see this. I will put this picture away first. Hey, after getting married, I will wipe my **** by myself. I will not give others a chance to appreciate it. By then, I will have eyes A, B and C. Art appreciation, right, little left and right?"

As he said, he pulled out the double knives on his back with both hands, cut the oil painting on the wall from the frame, rolled it into a roll, and stuffed it into his trouser pocket.

He hadn't thought about it at all. A few seconds ago, he seemed to have nothing on his back, let alone a double-knife weapon in his hand...