The Death Knell

As he took a step, everything in front of him changed instantly. All the things and people around him disappeared. Su Ming was standing alone in a wasteland, and the strong wind swept the black and purple dust all over the sky.

The line of sight was severely obstructed, and no landmarks could be seen at all. Except for the black and purple sand underfoot, everything seemed to be inanimate.

"That's what dreams are like, and people will always be left alone. I knew it when I went to Deadpool last time." Su Ming moved his neck and began to investigate: "What do you think of this place? Strangling."

"Huh."

The symbiote said it was indeed the case. Fortunately, he and the host were one, and the host's dream was his own dream, otherwise he might not be able to come in.

"I think it's possible that this cosmic consciousness has never seen the symbiote at all, so I don't know whether to count you as an independent creature or a part of me, like a cloak, and it also came in."

Smiling Su Ming crouched down, grabbed a handful of fine sand under his feet, and found that it was actually purple sand mixed with black particles, so it looked strange.

This is a mixture of two different substances, but Strangulation took a sip and found that they are not some kind of element that exists in reality, but more like a specialty here.

"How about the Sands of Time in the Sandman Mask?"

Death Knell opened his palms and let the wind blow the sand into the sky in an instant.

"Huh."

Strangulation means a lot like, maybe the same kind, but not exactly the same.

In this desert, whether it is purple or black sand, it is a derivative of the dream.

"Well, sometimes there is such a phenomenon, that is, you know that you are dreaming, but you can't wake up." Su Ming looked up at the sky, which was a huge vortex exuding dark light: "This is probably that. It's a nightmare, and there's no scenery at all."

"Hey!"

The black bean sprout head of the symbiote emerged from his shoulder, and the small crescent-like eyes narrowed into a slit.

It felt that there should have been scenery here.

But the host's brain is completely protected by metal, and there is a dark concept on his body, so this dream cannot read "thoughts", and naturally it cannot form a dream related to him.

Now this scene of the wind blowing the gravel may be trying to form some kind of scenery, but it can't do it.

In other words, what the host actually sees is the essence of dreams in this universe.

"I also considered this possibility." Su Ming touched the head of the bean sprouts and continued to talk to himself: "If this is the case, then it will be easy to handle, just need..."

As he said that, he raised his arms and asked Strangler to help him remove the armor and flesh from his arms, revealing the shiny silver metal bones. Then he imitated Diana's stance of knocking on the bracelet and slammed his arms together. .

With the vibration of the metal, the surrounding wind and sand dissipated in an instant. The level of this dream is not higher than the concept of creating diversity. For X metal, it is just a fantasy that can be awakened by vibration.

So Su Ming woke up, behind him was the door he just walked through, and he was standing in a huge room, like a giant's room.

The decorated wall skirt is about five stories high, and there is a chair several meters high beside it. It is obviously no one has sat on it for some years, and it is full of dust.

But from the two obvious big buttons on the wall beside the door of the room, it can be seen that although this room is about tens of thousands of square meters in size, it should be essentially an elevator car.

"Meow, you are still the fastest." The big cat wagged his tail and leaned over, rubbed his body against Death Knell's shoulder, his ears vibrated a few times: "Are you like Luther, you don't usually sleep? ? You are a dreamless man, meow."

"Sleep as you sleep, eat as you eat, dance as you dance." Su Ming smiled and rubbed its chin, the cat was about the size of a lion at this time: "Although I don't actually need to do these things to live, human beings Well, life still needs some sense of ceremony. By the way, what about Daniel?"

In the huge room, only he and the cat were there, and everyone else, including Daniel, disappeared, and there was no one outside the door.

"They are in a dream, Daniel is like what you arranged, **** them, and they will all come out soon." Mao Mao turned around comfortably, and let Death Knell scratch his stomach for him: "As for me Well, I don't need to go, and besides, how can humans expect cats to work? Animal cruelty?"

After speaking, it also smiled. As a beneficiary of the prevalence of human animal protectionism, it accepted these good intentions with peace of mind.

"That's it, okay, Daniel still has a mask anyway." Su Ming asked Strangler to scratch the belly of the big cat, while he sat down and leaned on the big cat: "Ask you, last time you restarted all the diversity in DC. After the universe, how do you feel?"

"Miaomiaomiao, what kind of old accounts are those, you actually know about it? I remember you didn't exist at that time."

The big cat also lay down on his side, stretched his arms and legs, and bent his body into a bow:

"However, since you asked, I'll tell you reluctantly. My thoughts, meow, it's actually quite boring. It just proves that we really can't rule the earth."

The Dream of a Thousand Cats once restarted the super universe once in the history of "non-existence". Now the only people who know about this are the cats themselves, probably only Death Knell and Daniel.

The process of the right thing is also very simple, that is, the first generation of Sandman entered the dream of a cat when he was wandering around other people's dreams one day.

It was a wild cat whose hometown was Gotham. It had been abused since birth, and had never been able to eat without food. It had never met even a good person.

The folk customs of Gotham are too simple. UUkanshu www.uukanshu.com Living in a dark alley, of course, he will only meet some dark talents. Compared to adopting stray cats, lunatics prefer to torture small animals to death , listen to their screams.

At that time, the cat was about to starve to death, which was its last dream before death, and dreamed of another cat, the incarnation of the dream of the original Sandman.

Sandman asks what happened to it? Why is it so painful?

The cat replied to its unfamiliar kind, saying that the world is unfair, that humans are so complex, and even anti-natural beings, why do they decide the direction of the world, and cats can be abused at will and die tragically on the street?

It also wants to be able to decide its own destiny.

Sandman thought about it and decided to support this wild idea, because any 'non-existent story' can appear in a dream.

So he asked the cat to gather the same kind. After all, to build a story, the idea of ​​a cat is definitely not perfect, so it is necessary to gather up a thousand cats and use their dreams to create an incarnation of the collective subconscious.

The wild cats succeeded. This dream is the dream of thousands of cats, which is another incarnation of the original Sandman. It rewrote the super universe, turned dreams into reality, and created cats to decide their future destiny, while humans became pets or A world that doesn't exist at all. (To be continued)