Please ask the dream.

Chapter 208 Deadlock
The dreamer's voice was like a demon crawling out of hell. Feng Xue raised his eyebrows and slashed diagonally, smashing the black-robed ghost holding a sickle. At the same time, a shadow blade in the sword shadow stabbed towards the source of the voice.

puff!
There was a sudden explosion sound like a bursting water balloon, followed by a large amount of blood spurting out.

Feng Xue slowly avoided every drop of blood, and looked at the "human skin balloon" that he had popped, and couldn't help feeling a chill.

"Die, die, die, die!"

The sharp and piercing curse sounded again, and the black sickle ghost swung its weapon again. Feng Xue frowned and blocked the attack, but his expression was no longer as calm as before.

Although he could easily block the attack of the sickle ghost, he would eventually get tired and need to rest. One or two hours would be fine, and one or two days would be bearable, but if it continued like this, he would eventually become exhausted, and by that time...

"Hehehe! Accept your fate! Die quickly! Die quickly!"

The disgusting sharp scream rang out again, and the human skin balloon with the portrait of the dead dreamer painted on it floated less than three meters away from Feng Xue, constantly emitting harsh curses.

Feng Xue could clearly see the G·I force field wrapped around the human head balloon, and in the few seconds when his vision was focused, the G·I force field once again constructed a sickle ghost, swinging the weapon at Feng Xue's blind spot.

"You really can't underestimate a well-prepared dreamer! I even doubt whether the one I killed was the real one!"

Feng Xue looked at the human head balloon, dodging the attack of the sickle ghost while thinking of countermeasures.

He now felt like he had met the spoon killer from his previous life. Although his attack power was not strong, the curse that always chased you and could not be escaped was undoubtedly the most vicious curse for an architect and tortured his mind.

Feng Xue sighed and quickly calculated the cards in his hand in his mind. He felt that the pressure was not great enough just now, but now it was great enough, even excessive.

Feng Xue took a deep breath, and Splicing appeared beside him again, but this time, it was no longer in human form, but a motorcycle!
A locomotive full of mechanical texture!
“Run! Run! But you can’t run away no matter what! Hehehe…”

The sharp and hollow voice of the dreamer was like the buzzing of mosquito wings passing by one's ears. It was clearly floating in the air, but it seemed as if there was a rope tied to Feng Xue's body. No matter how fast he drove the motorcycle, it would always be tightly tied to him about two meters away.

However, the G·I force field, which had been dead for so long, had not decreased, but instead increased in number, constantly constructing black ghost shadows that attacked him from all angles.

"I'm sick!"

With the blessing of building blocks, the 110% attack speed bonus brings about a terrifying increase in all aspects. Even the Visionary's structure can only be shattered by Feng Xue. But this thing is like a toad stuck to your feet. It doesn't bite, but it's annoying!

Listening to the tape recorder that kept muttering words like "You deserve to die" and "You're dead", Feng Xue easily blew it up again along with the sickle ghost.

However, it was useless. Watching the torn bag-like human head balloon inflate again, if it weren't for the fact that the G.I force field on this thing was exactly the same as the architect he had killed before, he would have begun to suspect that it was the Ah Shuang doll he had drawn this time that was causing trouble.

but……

"Maybe this is not the real body?" As the motorcycle sped through the dense forest, the drizzle of light rain hit his cheeks. The slight coolness made Feng Xue slowly calm down. He suddenly realized that he seemed to have made a common sense mistake.

Perhaps it was because he had always been the one to rush into others during his explorations, and he lacked the experience of being targeted by the enemy. But if you think about it carefully, were the G·I particles on this thing floating behind him really generated out of thin air?

He could tolerate the visionary being able to activate enough G·I particles in the G·I particle sparse area, but how could a framework technique that relied on consuming the activity of G·I particles to maintain itself activate G·I particles so continuously?

Isn’t this just as nonsense as “electricity generation”?
In other words... would an architect who was killed by his predecessor to protect his target, even if he was eager for revenge, rush forward unprepared and seek death?
"Perhaps the maintainer of this structure is not the visionary? It is just a part of the ritual? Is this a ritual structure that requires the sacrifice of a visionary to be activated? And the one who provides the G·I particles is actually another being?"

Feng Xue thought quickly in his mind, but with the muttering of the "balloon", he became irritated again. However, this time, as the "gentle" light rain hit his face, he did not go crazy again, but became highly alert -

My mental state seems to be a bit too irritable!
Looking down at the splicing under his seat that had turned into the shape of a motorcycle, Feng Xue doubted whether his normal self would do something like riding a will-o'-the-wisp in the forest.

This feeling was not unfamiliar to him.

Every time his san value was deducted in a node, he would become a little mentally ill.

"This structure is polluting my mind, or is it actually a nightmare? That's why it's so difficult to destroy? So this world also has the technology to transform its own G.I force field into a nightmare?"

Feng Xue today is no longer the newbie who knew nothing. With the acquisition of expert-level architecture techniques, nightmare is no longer a simple term like a ghost in his mind.

He knew very well that this was a monster formed by the negative emotions accumulated in the dreamland. It could not only assimilate the scattered G·I particles to replenish itself, but also, like the command architecture technique, pollute the G·I particles, thereby causing mental pollution to humans and absorbing their negative emotions to grow.

"If this thing is a nightmare that has grown by absorbing my negative emotions, then everything seems to be explainable. But, how can I defeat this guy?"

The architect's tutorial only said that one should avoid contact with nightmares as much as possible, and to notify the authorities immediately if one was found, but there was no specific method of handling the situation. This left him trying his best to recall what those Rainbow Cherry people did when he summoned nightmares before.

"It seems that they used the integrated structure to integrate the G.I force fields of a large number of soldiers, bound the nightmare, and then killed it with a powerful attack? But how is this different from me killing it in one hit?"

Feng Xue frowned, but didn't think too much about it. There was no other way anyway, so he might as well give it a try!

(End of this chapter)