They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 357 New flavor!
"Ah, let me introduce myself. My name is Kensida Pocerda. I am a member of the nearby Nightmare Church. We can meet here thanks to our master who loves to weave dreams.

It was He who guided me to find you and help you solve your dream-related problems. "

"Now we should sincerely praise the master of dreams - the Bridge of Nightmares, you can also call Him the Lady of Nightmares, and hope that people will always praise His greatness and beauty in their dreams."

Kensida said, smiling eagerly at the person in front of her.

"There is one more important thing I want to tell you. The dream catcher can fulfill your wishes, and I am the dream catcher you are looking for to fulfill your wishes."

"In order to achieve your goal and for our happy cooperation, I can eat other people's dreams and then give you other people's dreams."

His words made Jobia unable to react for a moment: "Wait a minute, why should I trust you, and what did you do to my companion?"

"This person? Of course he has fallen into an endless nightmare."

Kensida dusted off the non-existent dust on her body several times: "Singing the praises of nightmares."

"Mysterious, I have never heard of any nightmares in the Church." Jobia took out his gun and pointed it at the person in front of him, but his voice was a little trembling.

"And you said eating dreams? Why should I believe you? Get out of here with your twisted and dirty beliefs!"

"Another brainless person..."

Kensida frowned: "I originally thought that you were interested in Dreams, and you would definitely be able to understand Madam Nightmare's will, but you just wanted to satisfy your own greed, and you also slandered Him."

For believers, hearing their followers slandered is an unforgivable crime.

"Then there is no other way. Since you don't want to believe in Madam, I can only swallow your dreams and dedicate your dreams to Him.

As for you, you will always fall into nightmares and search for that almost impossible dreamland. "

As he spoke, the man suddenly took off his tight coat, and Jobia watched in horror as his body gradually became covered with hard black down, and spikes appeared on his arms.

He opened his mouth wide, grinning almost to the root of his head, and Jobia saw densely packed teeth in his mouth.

This man's mouth is full of teeth, and they are covered with layers of teeth. The saliva is hanging from the gaps between the teeth, and it is constantly breaking, like a spider's thread.

This appearance is not what a normal human being should have at all.

"Help, help—"

Before the man could shout, his eyes rolled up and he fell to the ground, his skin becoming visibly shriveled.

"Tsk, it smells disgusting. If this continues, Madam will not be satisfied at all."

Kenstar spat on the ground in disgust.

"Aren't there any new flavors of dreams recently?"

……

At night, somewhere in the forest.

Riya watched as fire erupted from little Shival's mouth and then spurted out.

Then, the firewood pile in front of them lit up, and they also felt the rare warmth in this gloomy forest.

Taking this opportunity, Riya took out the map to check the direction. As long as they passed through the jungle, they could reach the populated town of Burgess, where the first target person was located.

He couldn't tell more details just by looking at the map, so Riya took out another book called "Detailed Explanation of Human Geography", which stated that Burgess is a town rich in fruits. The people here are warm and hospitable, and their main belief is the shining sun.

This is normal, and the entire Church of Endeles that does not believe in the Rising Sun is considered a cult.

The cult in Burgess, that is, the underground church, was specially marked. When foreign tourists visited here, they once encountered a group of mysterious organizations.

They claim to be able to change dreams, allowing people to do whatever they want in the dream, and can also explain the impact of dreams on reality, such as analyzing what a person's dream represents.

This organization will first let people experience their project. If the experiencer feels good, they will be taken to a quite secluded place and forced to believe in someone called the "Bridge of Nightmares". Usually people will choose to believe in it. Bridge of Nightmares, and then you can leave here.

This is only written in books, and many people in this town do not know the existence of this church.

The scale of their organization is not large. Compared with the underground churches that Ria has seen, the behavior of the Nightmare Church is more like children's playing house.

But Ria still did not relax her vigilance. After all, the records in the books could not be used as a complete reference basis, not to mention that the authority of this god seemed to be a "nightmare."

Perhaps His home court is not in reality at all, but in a dream.

"It seems that I can visit his believers when I have time. I hope they can help me solve my own troubles."

Riya stirred the fire with a branch and sighed as she looked at the fire that was getting stronger and stronger.

He has tried to find the dreamland during this time, but failed every time. Most of the time he just stared at the employees in his dream, and some employees didn't even have eyes.

"Dreams are very abstract things. If the Plague Knight really hides in the dreamland, it would be very bad for everyone."

"It's really not good."

James appeared silently on the other side of the fire, his lenses reflecting the light of the fire.

He stretched out his hand to warm himself up to the fire, but because the distance was too close, his gloves caught fire directly. Even so, Doctor Bird's Beak did not make any cry.

The flame suddenly grew larger and then extinguished.

Riya glanced at him: "Doctor, aren't you going to play ball?"

James chuckled: "I haven't been feeling good recently. It's interesting to come and see your work occasionally. How about it? Do you have any new discoveries?"

Ria mentioned to James the conjecture that the Plague Knight might haunt the Dreamland, but he felt that this possibility was not big.

"The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse and the Dreamland are almost at odds with each other, but we cannot let down our guard because of this. After all, that place is also an area connected to many spaces. Through it, it is not impossible to reach the location of the Plague Knight."

James analyzed this, and then looked at Riya: "Is there anything to eat? I'm hungry."

Riya pointed to the tree next to her: "You can chew the bark."

"I'm really hungry."

"OK then."

Ria took out a bunch of raw vegetables for James, hoping that he could use them to lose weight, but James refused to refuse and quickly stuffed those vegetables into his stomach.

"I know what you're up to, Kercha, you want to play Dreamcatcher.

But the risk is really too great, and I can't really stop you from performing whatever you want to do. For the sake of my own performance, I will follow you during this period to avoid problems for you. "

Riya was a little surprised: "You actually have such a dedicated day."

"What nonsense is this? I have been the Doctor of the Year for several consecutive years. How can I stop it here?"

The epidemic doctor pointed at Ria: "You want to cut off my professional title? You are too young."

As he spoke, he crushed the potato and stuffed it into the mask, and Dria couldn't help but look away.

"You usually wash your mask, right?"

James: "Hey." Riya: "..."

He finally couldn't bear it anymore and threw James into the nearby river with his tentacles, and left here in the dark.

The next day, Riya, who finally arrived in Burgess Town, checked in at the hotel. In fact, she only needed to pay money and no excessive identification was required at all.

Money is the best passport here.

After doing all this, he followed the street number and went to visit the target he was looking for.

"Let me take a look. No. 59 Bessine Street, Mr. Jobbia's house, should be right here."

"Ding-dong-"

The young man rang the doorbell, and soon someone came to open the door.

The other person was a very tall man, wearing a white coat with a strange pattern. After Riya looked at the pattern for a moment, he realized that the pattern looked like a woman making knitting movements.

The man's voice was dull and revealed imperceptible anger, as if something good had been interrupted, and Riya also smelled an inconspicuous smell of blood on his body.

"who are you?"

"Good morning, I am a reporter who came to visit Mr. Jobia. The article he once sent to Mr. Falmanf won an award. The editor of our newspaper needs to ask him to give an acceptance speech and talk about something by the way. Interviews with book readers.

Excuse me, are you Mr. Jobbia? "

Seeing that Riya's expression didn't look fake and that she didn't look threatening, Kensida relaxed her vigilance.

"I'm Qiaobia. If you have any questions, just ask me."

"Is it convenient to come in and talk?"

"Come in and treat yourself as your own home."

He had already packed up those people and thrown them into the basement warehouse. It was okay to answer the reporter's questions, even though the reporter's clothes did not match the reporter in his impression.

But so what, even if this person is a fake reporter, can he still be threatened?

"What do you want to ask? I can answer it."

Kensida poured tea for Riya, looking warm and hospitable, and Riya also behaved very politely, without making anyone feel the slightest bit unhappy.

"Thank you. A kind-hearted person like you will definitely receive God's favor."

Riya took a sip of tea, put down the cup, and skillfully took out a pen and paper.

"It's like this. The editor of our newspaper is keen on the extraordinary. As the person in charge of the extraordinary column, he always believes that the extraordinary has always existed. After reading Mr. Falmanf's book, he even wanted to edit a few articles. Big news to prove that the dreamland is real.

Regardless of public opinion or reality, I hope you, sir, can give your opinion on the fantasy world... I have edited the previous paragraphs, and I will just write that more and more people have common dreams in recent years - "

Kensida looked at Riya: "Do you also believe in the existence of that place?"

"Me? I haven't been there. Maybe I won't know until I go there."

"To be honest, I have been having very similar dreams recently. The content of each dream is in the same area. Could this be a sign..."

"It's a sign."

Kensida nodded and looked at Riya with a serious face: "Whether you believe it or not, transcendence really exists, and I can see that you are burdened with a curse."

"I can save you. You are a lucky young man. Depending on your age, maybe you are an intern working in a newspaper office in a certain school. You are such a poor kid. Let me help you."

"Help me?" Riya's expression seemed to suddenly see a liar.

"You also know that I am a loyal reader of Falmanf. I have been to Dreamland, so I resonated with him a lot when I read his books.

His book mentioned a bridge, which refers to the passage between reality and fantasy, and that is where the gods live.

He can solve your dream problems. Young man, do you really not want to see God?
Reporting about meeting a god is much more interesting to write than a fan interview, and he can also relieve you of nightmares. "

"This..." Ria hesitated, but at the same time she was a little curious, "Is there really a god who lives in dreams? Isn't it a legend?"

"Of course, I am his loyal believer, and as his executor, I can solve your dream problems now, guaranteed to be effective."

"But it sounds a bit fake, and is it dangerous?"

"There is no danger. Believe me, I will never lie to you young people who have just entered society. It goes against my conscience."

As he spoke, he suddenly stretched out his palm and placed it in front of Riya, and said coaxingly: "You see you are sleepy now, the tea just now has some sleep-aiding effects.

Let me observe your dreams, don't resist, believe me, and believe in the existence of the Bridge of Nightmares. "

"Relax."

Kensida looked at the increasingly cloudy eyes of the young man in front of her and sneered, knowing that Riya had been successfully hypnotized.

What he has to do next is to eat the dream of the person in front of him, and then sacrifice the dream to that existence.

"My beautiful and great lady, I believe you will weave our door soon, and then I can see you and kiss your arm -"

His face turned an unnatural crimson, then hard black down grew on his body, and layers of teeth appeared in his mouth.

Just as he was getting ready to enjoy the delicious food that was about to come, a figure suddenly appeared next to him.

The man was very fat, wearing black clothes and a beak mask on his head. As soon as he appeared, he couldn't wait to pour a pot of tea on the table into the mask from the frame part of the mask.

"Keercha, what are you doing?"

"Is this little dream catcher worth your time?"

What is a little dream catcher? What is this person talking about?

Kensida thought about it belatedly, but the dream recording had already begun and he couldn't stop it at all.

Gradually, he finally realized what it was that appeared next to him.

Epidemic doctor! ! !

The epidemic doctor appears here, which means——

Before Kensida could react any further, his vision turned pitch black. He saw a world he had never seen before, and then many horrific images came into his mind.

Countless people who have lost their facial features, angels with six wings and tentacles, slugs covered in thorns, huge murlocs, crowds of living dead screaming in the mud, and beetles that make terrifying screams from their mouths.

The black ocean replaced the sky, and in the mirror image of the sea water, a huge sun with strange light appeared.

Cracks appeared on the ground, and countless scarlet spiders crawled out from the bottom, all looking up at him.

　Thank you for your support. The author was so moved that he ran to type out a multi-word outline, which was even able to support meme [-]. The next plot direction feels very interesting, I hope you like it.

　　
　
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