Ultraman in the world of grams

Chapter 74

After getting an affirmative answer from the painter, Wilson couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Great, if he is rejected, he still doesn't know where to find the so-called dreamland.

Sure enough, no matter which world you are in, you need to know people with connections to do things well.

"The underground ghouls don't mind this much, you can go with me, right in the depths of the tunnel." The painter said with a smile, "They are all enthusiastic."

He likes his ghoul friends very much. He has always been relatively withdrawn. Although he has made some human friends, many of them can't even stand the things he draws.

The barren senses of human beings simply do not allow them to witness the richer world.

After he got acquainted with those ghoul friends, many people alienated him, and only Thurber would still communicate with him.

He doesn't resent them, after all, this is also a kind of self-protection of human nature.Not everyone is Carter or Thurber.

Compared with the human world, he agrees more with the world of ghouls, which is a more expansive and colorful world, a dreamland constructed by endless whimsy and madness.

The mediocre human society is simply a poison that confines inspiration. Only by witnessing the real world with your own eyes can you draw wonderful paintings.

Moreover, ghouls do not have the intrigue of human beings, they are more pure and united, they will share their favorite food, and they will sincerely express their emotions when they are happy.

As a painter, he is very happy to chase the destination of the soul.

Maybe it was the blood of the witches that gave him potential madness, in short, he had decided to switch to the direction of the ghoul.

His friends were also more than happy to welcome him.

If there is no accident, his final destination is probably the ghoul lair in the dreamland.

It's just that the unexpected visit to the mysterious Mr. South tonight added a touch of surprise to his life plan.

"Really?" Wilson also showed a smile, and he stepped forward to hit the painter's shoulder, "Then I ask you to lead the way."

The painter didn't say anything, but the ghoul squeaked and screamed loudly, and pointed to the mouth of the well they drilled with interest.

"Jiguji also wants to take you there," the painter smiled, "It has a good impression of you."

Wilson couldn't help but joked, "Could it be that kind of affection for food?"

Do you know how much Zhuomu's translation of "Friends, delicious" has hurt him?
He thought he had met the Lightning Man from another world.

"Hmm..." The painter scratched his head in embarrassment and smiled shyly.

"..." Wilson's mouth twitched.

So, really?

Damn Silizan, the psychological shadow of disgusting him when he was a child was not enough, until now he continued to add a layer of stench buff.

Although this buff may be a delicious buff on the ghoul side.

"Not really." The painter tried hard to justify his friend, "They have a very keen sense of smell, and eating is the top priority for a ghoul. Of course it doesn't want to eat you, but the food on your body The smell of the peacock is equivalent to peacock feathers in their group, the better the smell, the more popular it is."

"..."

Wilson was expressionless.

Looking at it this way, does he have to be thankful that he has a lot of smell left on his body?

As they talked, they got into the manhole cover.

The ghoul's chirping movements were very slick, and it rushed to the depths all at once.

The painter is slightly inferior. Although he is quite familiar with this place, the human body still greatly limits his performance.

As for Wilson...

He followed behind with a broken expression, dizzy from the oncoming sewer smell from the well.

Oh, it's a little more pungent than the smell of the sewer, after all, it also has some rotten smell and the smell of mud.

He struggled for a long time, mainly because his clothes were really the last decent clothes that could be worn out!

The poor can't afford to be hurt!
Does he have trouble with clothes?
But when he thought of the threat that the monster card might pose, his heart turned violent, he gritted his teeth, and bit the bullet and burrowed in.

There is sticky moss on the top of the head and under the hands.

Nothing.

Wilson thought numbly.

He has never seen any big storms, and he has beaten the most disgusting monster in the history of Austria, Silizan, so drilling a hole is nothing.

But he was still depressed and wanted to cry.

He felt that in terms of taste, probably no one could compare with him.

He is not far or near behind the painter.

The painter looked back from time to time to make sure he hadn't lost anyone.

Fortunately, the enhanced physical fitness allows Wilson to keep up with the previous two.

If no one led him, he might really get lost.

Zhuo Mu dutifully displayed the scanned image of the tunnel on the light curtain. The densely packed tunnels made one's scalp tingle. He followed the two in front of him and turned around a lot of tunnels.

After an unknown amount of time, the progress of the painter not far away suddenly slowed down.

And he shouted behind him: "I'm going to the dreamland soon, the tunnel here leads to the huge cliffs of the peaks of Mount Sauk, above the huge cliffs are the settlements of ghouls, and under the huge cliffs are It's the domain of the macrophage worms, and that's where they throw their bones."

Wilson subconsciously remembered this yet another unfamiliar term, and sure enough, it wasn't a mountain in the real world either.

The ghoul chirped in front of him and made two "Mip"s in response to the occasion.

Zhuom deciphered the word, and Wilson glanced at the light curtain.

【Coming】

After crawling for a while, Wilson suddenly had a strange feeling, as if some invisible barrier wrapped him stickily.

On Zhuomu's light screen, it is displayed more clearly.

In the dark and deep underground, there is a rainbow-colored colorful area in front of him, and he is at the junction of this area at this time.

[The physical rules here seem to be completely different from the outside world]

Zhuo Mu's electronic voice rarely revealed surprise, although it was only a little bit, but Wilson still caught it.

【completely different? 】

Wilson also raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Is this the so-called dreamland?

[The basic construction wave band here has a special brain wave frequency. I just intercepted the fragment for analysis. Some parts are similar to the human brain wave frequency band in dreams.And the rules in this area will reflect the frequency band of the brainwave...]

A long section of Zhuom's analysis made Wilson dizzy.

[Hmm... Can you briefly summarize it? 】

【…】

Zhuom slowly hit six points.

But still helplessly explained.

[To put it simply, this area is constructed by subconscious mind and imagination. There is a huge gap between the laws of physics and reality, and dreams are reality. 】

Oh!
Wilson suddenly realized.

(End of this chapter)