Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2111: The Land of Disease
All the nightmares known so far are simply kneaded together like plasticine?
interesting.

Faced with the situation described by the witch, Fu Qian found it not difficult to imagine, and on the other hand, it was also a spectacle.

As early as after the last big commotion on the other side of the stars, he had anticipated that with the collapse of the law, the nightmares that had gathered because of the reappearance of Laerting would inevitably be affected.

Now that this has been verified, it seems that nothing can go back to the way it was before.

Clearly, the reappearing Laerding had become a painting, but the gathering nightmares lacked this core, yet they still condensed and did not disperse, turning into a special whole.

The situation seems to have become lively all of a sudden, and the way they are combined is also very curious.

Of course, the most important thing is that it facilitates exploration.

The witch's meaning is still easy to understand.

According to what we learned from previous missions, the sources of these nightmares are mostly related to the superiors in this world, similar to the punchers that targeted the law barrier back then.

Anyone who has managed to hold on until now has some extraordinary residue inside.

When combined together at the moment, these forces are likely to intertwine and spread.

So if there are really traces of the Dark Moon in any of them, it is very likely that they will be reflected in other places as well.

Just like mixing drinks of various flavors together, you can tell whether there is sugar or cola in it by just taking a sip.

"I see. Let's go then."

With this in mind, Fu Qian immediately agreed to the plan of going out for a walk.

"it is good."

Although the witch who proposed this plan did the opposite the next moment and took him all the way into the courtyard.

……

"The nightmare room isn't just a map put together?"

The action looked very strange, but as the former master of dreams, Fu Qian might have lost his perception now, but his knowledge in this area was still there, and he knew that dreams had too many counter-intuitive aspects.

He then walked into the equally dark courtyard and looked around, confirming casually.

"That's right. If you can't find the correct passage, it's useless even if you keep going in the same direction."

The witch waved her hand casually as she spoke.

"Of course, we can still try to force it if we want. After all, the power that supports it has its limits, but then the stability of the dream will be affected."

But as she moved, three vicious dogs that had sensed the movement and were approaching from the deep shadows quickly retreated and lay on the ground, not daring to move.

"That's really not necessary."

While agreeing with this statement, Fu Qian even took note of the similar patterns on the three dogs.

It’s not because they belong to the same species, there is actually another reason for this similarity - fire.

The three dogs were all yellow or brown in color, but the black spots on their bodies were not the result of hair growing out of a different color. Instead, they were the result of being burned.

And it comes from the fire within the body.

Boiling blood.

The disease that had previously caused so much suffering to the people in the same pants club did not seem to be limited to humans.

Judging from the marks on the dog's mouth, it might have eaten something that was infected. There was also a peculiar burnt smell in the air.

"It's a very special disease. Those who are caught in this dream will suffer considerable pain and torture."

Following his gaze, the witch made a comment naturally.

"The Itchy Crotch Club, that's what I call them." Fu Qian couldn't help but recall his old friends.

"Given the way they were dragged into this, I think there should be some awareness of the pain."

He was referring, of course, to the special group of enthusiasts who pooled their money to buy a pair of trousers.

A pair of pants made from the skin of a sick person.

"Also, the torture they endured should be the basis for the existence of this nightmare?"

As for the origin of this place, Fu Qian had already made some guesses during his last visit, and he also confirmed it with the witch.

"Yes, if the plague is eradicated, this nightmare will also disappear."

The witch indicated that her guess was correct, and as she spoke she had already stopped in front of a black carriage.

Is the pain of one side the reason for the existence of the other side?

Fu Qian sighed in his heart. He was not surprised that the witch seemed to want to take a means of transportation - the correct way to other nightmares, what could be more reasonable than going out by carriage?
Even the people from the cult introduced it during the last mission, saying that this carriage can really bring in patients from outside.

Looking at the two horses in front that were still quiet and breathing quietly, Fu took a step forward and stepped forward.

……

Even a refrigerated carriage.

Although it looks a bit like a coffin from the outside, it has all the necessary facilities inside.

The only problem was that the inside of the carriage was a bit cool compared to the outside.

The entire carriage from beginning to end was evenly covered with a layer of white frost, making it look like a refrigerated transport truck.

Of course, for the former, they knew that this scene full of the collision of classic and modern styles was actually created by the witch, not because the patient needed to be refrigerated.

Perhaps he had no intention of easily destroying the stability of the dream, but the latter, who came up first, still didn't mind making a little decoration to the interior before he was willing to sit down.

As Fu Qian also sat down, the carriage door closed automatically without any movement, and then moved out of the side door on the side of the yard.

"So what is your honorific name for your current state?"

Although they were indeed plunged into the fog, they could even clearly hear the bumps on the road, as well as the acceleration and turning, as if they were really traveling on a certain avenue.

Of course, these are just side effects of finding the right path.

In Fu Qian's opinion, if he walked out the door directly, he would most likely not find the road.

While listening to the sound of movement, the witch sitting next to him also made full use of the time to confirm more information with him.

"The King of Abandoned Prison."

Fu Qian was naturally frank in answering such questions.

"I haven't heard of it either. But when you were adjusting your flesh and blood just now, the feeling seemed to be different from before. How did you achieve your current state after returning? Is it related to the Dark Moon you mentioned?"

The witch's reaction was to frown and shake her head, indicating that there was no such god either.

"Indeed, it is related. The reason why I first became connected with my current form was because when I was promoted to the second level, I chose to wear the divine skin of the King of the Abandoned Prison."

Fu Qian pointed at himself and told everything he knew.

“From what we know so far, we have reason to believe that He was besieged by Dark Moon and others during the long night, which is why He eventually fell.

"With the help of an old friend, I managed to relive the experience again - and this time they lost, and I made the skin more complete."

The next chapter will be later