Nightmare wake up

Chapter 243 Dreamland!

This is... the contract ability to manipulate undead?
Unpredictably terrified, he held up his shield in one hand and his submachine gun in the other, and fired at the "zombies" swarming towards him.

Flames spewed out and bullet casings flew.

In the blink of an eye, the "zombies" closest to Unpredictable were hit by several bullets, staggered, and fell to the ground...

It's a pity that the "zombies" behind did not have any consciousness, ignored the death of their companions, and continued to move closer to Unpredictable.

Seeing is about to be surrounded by unpredictable.

Mo Ke suddenly panicked... Because he saw the two "zombies" hit by him writhing crazily on the ground for a while, he got up again, joined the team of his companions, and continued to approach unsteadily.

The gun can only delay "them" approaching, but it cannot completely eliminate them... Moreover, if the bullets are consumed like this, there will always be a time when they run out...
Mi Ke gritted his teeth, directly inserted the submachine gun into the "warehouse", and took out a pair of daggers...

This dagger was the trophy of killing the transparent man Beltel at that time. It was usually left in the corner of the warehouse and hadn't been used for a long time.

Until today, it was used temporarily once when killing the Silver Hand who was in the same room with Chaffee...

These daggers are thick and sharp!

In the situation in front of him, the gun was useless at all, not as solid as the dagger, and it was undoubtedly a stupid move to stay where he was... He clasped the dagger behind his back with both hands, rolled sideways suddenly, and rushed towards the direction of the spiral staircase.

Going to the second floor is the right choice!

Not only can you get rid of the situation of being surrounded, but you can also take advantage of the gap on the spiral staircase that only allows one person to pass through.

As long as you keep this gap, it will no longer be a one-to-many situation, but only face one "zombie"... You can definitely stab all the "zombies" to death one by one.

Unpredictable, who was rolling, aimed at the gap between the two zombies, slipped through, stood up, and stabbed the two daggers directly into the face of the following one.

He drew his sword and charged forward again.

Shen shoulders slammed into the chest of a "zombie" following behind, and the huge force knocked the corpse with its arms outstretched into the air.

With a dodge, he got into the gap between the spiral staircase and the pile of debris.

Mi Ke turned around, lifted the clock again, and directly blocked the gap.

Only then did he draw out his submachine gun again, ready to fight.

In the blink of an eye, the direction slowed down, causing all the "zombies" to turn their bodies around and once again approach the spiral staircase step by step.

Damn... Mi Ke was really shocked this time.

Although the zombie he stabbed just now fell to the ground, he got up again... One eye was poked out of the eye socket by a dagger, and it was hanging on the eyelid, swinging back and forth and continuing to approach.

Knife is useless?
Is it necessary to chop off the head like in the zombie movie?

The closest zombie has already rushed to the pile of furniture and debris. "He" with stiff joints can't climb at all, and his body is blocked by the pile of debris.

"It" stretched out its hands, desperately grabbing at Unpredictable.

Immediately afterwards, a group of dozens of zombies came up behind them, but they were also unable to move forward. They squeezed the body of the former one after another, stretched out their hands, and kept scratching at Unpredictable.

The squeezed furniture made the sound of toothache.

Seeing that the zombies couldn't move forward, Mo Ce breathed a sigh of relief, aimed at an arm stretching out from the pile of debris, and chopped it off with a single blow.

puff...

The sound of a dagger cutting into rotting flesh.

One knife can't break the bone...

Mi Ke stretched out his hand, grabbed the zombie's wrist, and chopped at the wound just now.

Click!

Finally, the bones broke, and the entire set of zombie arms was chopped off instantly.

Unpredictable threw this arm down the spiral staircase...

This arm is like an earthworm that has been severed. Although it is separated from the body, it is still beating on the floor...

Facing the faint light from the lighter, Mi Ke saw it clearly.

This terrifying scene made his throat roll...

Ok?
Wrong!
Unpredictable's brain suddenly froze, and suddenly felt something was not normal...

The left and right hands are obviously holding the dagger backwards, but where is the hand that keeps lighting the lighter?
Moreover, the lighter is always lit, otherwise, how could I see so many zombies besieging me clearly in the pitch black...

Even if he rolled over just now, attacked with a dagger, hit a zombie with his shoulder just now, the light of the lighter was... never extinguished.

Thinking of this, there was a chill on the neck...

He slowly extended his left hand...

That's right, the dagger was held backwards, and the shield on the glove was always open, but... there was still a left arm stretching from behind to the front.

This left hand is holding a lighter with flames jumping
Unpredictable's throat rolled for a while.

Two left hands! ! !

No, not only the two left hands, but also four right hands—one holding a dagger front and back, and two right hands holding the No. off...

In addition, there is a right hand holding the submachine gun that has just been raised.

Six hands!
All six hands are his own!

Unpredictable was so frightened that he almost threw the two daggers out.

What the hell did I...unexpectedly...unknowingly become Nezha? !

Damn...

Except for this sentence, Mo Ke couldn't think of any words to describe his horror.

"Hey Hey Hey……"

The voice sounded again, with a cold taste:

"Unpredictable...you can't escape..."

"Today, you will only die here..."

Mo Ke didn't ask who it was this time... The series of weird situations made him calm down immediately.

It's just that this calmness is accompanied by the fear of being in a "haunted house".

Mi Ke swung each of his arms one after another... That's right, each arm can be controlled, and it's all his own.

... At this time there are really six hands.

The zombies are still squeezing the pile of debris, making the nearly broken furniture make a sound of friction, it seems that it is already crumbling, and it won't last long...

Without thinking about other things, Mo Ke pointed the flame of the big lighter at a leather sofa in the pile of debris... After repeated ravages, the skin of the sofa was damaged, and the broken leather and thin wood boards were exposed.

Soon, the flames ignited.

Unexpectedly, the sofa was ignited.

He reached out and grabbed a chair that was about to fall apart, and threw it on the sofa... The flame started to burn and gradually grew bigger.

"Why didn't you talk?" Mo Ce said coldly:

"Let's talk again."

It was silent... the voice seemed to be observing unpredictable actions, as if he forgot to speak.

Mo Ke had guessed a bit about the situation in front of him, and stopped panicking, quietly watching the pile of furniture in front of him burn rapidly, and the flames were raging.

Soon, the wooden stairs followed suit...

The zombies that were constantly squeezing forward were also ignited, and were engulfed by the raging fire one by one.

"It's an illusion, isn't it?"

Mi Ke walked up the stairs while staying away from the flames, staring at the group of zombies ignited by the flames, and said loudly:

"Or, is this a dream?"

"Your ability to contract is to lure people into dreams and trap them in dreams!"

"I didn't expect...you found out!" The voice was no longer silent this time, and replied: "You are really cunning, I didn't expect to be able to guess this."

"It's not difficult to guess..." Seeing that the other party no longer hides, and unpredictable is no longer in a hurry, he continues to walk to the second floor step by step.

"In reality, who the hell can grow six hands?"

Having said that, Mo Ke snorted coldly, and asked himself: "Are conjoined twins thieves?"

"Conjoined twins... a thief?"

The voice seemed a little confused by the metaphor of Mi Ke, and after thinking for a while, he finally understood what Mo Ke said...

However, he was silent... more like speechless.

What the hell is a conjoined twin thief?

The punisher trapped in the illusion seems to have some abnormal brain circuits.

Who can hold the four arms that have grown out of his own body and face dozens of burning zombies under the stairs at the same time, and still have such a calm conversation?

Unpredictable walked slowly, while looking around with the faint light of the lighter, he said unhurriedly:

"Your ability is to drag people into dreams..."

"What kind of zombies, what kind of Siamese twins and thieves are all set in your dreams..."

"Your abilities have drawbacks!"

The voice was silent, without saying a word.

"Aren't you talking?"

Unpredictable smiled lightly and said, "Is it right?"

"Okay, then I'll explain in detail, are you listening... Your ability is to drag the target into the dream, and everything in the dream is set by you... However, you cannot Inflicting damage to the target, can it only trap the target?"

"Whether it's the front hall door that can't be opened, or the transformed zombies, it's all your settings... From this point of view, your settings for the dream world are one-off, and you can increase them, but you can't Change... For example, the spiral staircase under my feet already exists, so you can't change the staircase to collapse suddenly, causing injuries to me in the dream..."

"You are like a movie director in a fixed scene. The scene has been fixed and cannot be changed again. As a director, you can only add things in it, or...make up new events."

"Of course, the scene also needs to have a basis in reality. You may be able to fabricate it out of thin air at first, but it can't be too outrageous... There should be some restrictions in this regard, right?"

After Mi Ke finished speaking, he stopped, stood in the faint light of the lighter, and looked around the darkness in the dream with questioning eyes.

"Ha ha……"

The voice finally spoke again, with a burst of dry laughter, but this laughter was no longer full of chill and mockery as before.

"I didn't expect, I really didn't expect... Unpredictable, you are very smart! You have seen so many things in such a short period of time."

Unpredictable pondered for a few seconds and said:

"It's easy to think of, if you can cause damage to the target in the dream, then you can definitely create a more powerful zombie, a zombie that I can't beat... In the end, I will be killed by the zombie."

"However, even if I die in the dream, it won't have any effect on me in reality, right? Even if I die in the dream, it is very likely that I will leave the dream and return to reality?"

"Hahahaha..." The voice suddenly laughed:
"You can shoot yourself in the head, try it!"

"Yo Yo Yo~~~" Mo Ce was happy, and said with a half-smile: "Your tone is so firm, it seems... I was wrong, death cannot escape from the dream..."

"...Well, death cannot escape this dream!"

The voice fell silent again... A careless word, Mo Test found out a lot of information about the "dream".

Too many mistakes
Sitting on the spiral staircase, Mo Ke reached out and took out the half-smoked cigar from the "warehouse", put it under the lighter and lit it.

This is still the stock that was thrown into the warehouse at some point while playing Burns Rodman...

Taking a deep breath, Mo Ke said:

"Are you feeling aggrieved now?"

The voice is still silent...

Mo Ke shook his head and sighed: "I can be sure..."

"You can't hurt the target in the dream! Even if it hurts me, it doesn't mean anything to me in reality;"

"So, the purpose of dragging me into a dream can only be to delay time?"

"Since the purpose is to delay time, if the target dies, but will not leave the dream... we can make a hypothesis, what will happen after I die in the dream... Maybe it is a dream that you can fabricate another scene , continue to trap me, or, is it the reincarnation of this dream, and start all over again?"

"Well, your tone just now is that you hope that I will shoot myself to death. The assumption may be true... Also, your purpose is to delay time. If I die, it will not affect your purpose of trapping me , so the assumption is highly probable!"

"Haha, I see!"

Mo Ke smoked his last cigarette, threw the cigarette butt into the burning fire under the stairs, and shouted:

"Either your dream-making ability is limited, you can't create a powerful monster, and kill me with one blow, or... you think it's troublesome to kill me in a dream, and you have to continue to design new dreams, so, You only created these dozens of crappy zombies, just to scare me?"

"Look back!" The voice came suddenly and coldly.

There was a hint of irritation in his tone.

Behind Unpredictable is the corridor on the second floor.

Without any hesitation, Unpredictable turned his head, and saw that black mist gathered in the dark corridor and slowly formed.

A hanging corpse appears out of nowhere...

It was the dead Mr. Demon, Yan Heng!

At this moment, Yan Heng's eyes are protruding, his tongue sticks out, and his body is being hung by a thick rope on the chandelier on the second road...

The corridor on the second floor was in the dark, and there was indeed a raging fire under the spiral staircase. The flames could not reach the corridor on the second floor, but the flames danced and flickered to reflect the hanged Yan Heng's body, which looked quite strange and infiltrating.

Then, in front of unpredictable eyes, the corpse opened its eyes...

His eyes were blood red, and he stared straight at Unpredictable!
The head that lost its support after death was also slowly raised at this moment, with a fierce look in its eyes...

After that... the long tongue is like a long snake, twisting and turning, stretching out and getting longer, twisting and rushing towards the unpredictable.

... Unpredictable didn't move at all.

He scratched his back with his extra right hand, as if to relieve the itch, and slowly raised his other empty right hand.

a handful of...

He actually pinched the tongue... and let the tongue swing, but he couldn't break free from the unpredictable palm.

"It's creamy...it's still very realistic!"

Mo Ke felt the touch of his tongue, and suddenly a cruel smile appeared on his face, and he shouted to the darkness:

"Believe it or not, I want to take a bite of this tongue now and taste what it tastes like!"

Unpredictable voices echoed in the empty room.

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