Alien Executioner

His smile was so stiff, yet it was fixed on his weird face.

He seemed to be dead, no longer speaking, and had lost his voice.

An Xin waited for several minutes.

The second old man on Okar's right slowly raised his head and seemed to come back to life. His body was also rotten, but his face was intact. However, all the parts below the neck had turned to bones.

He opened his mouth and tried to speak, only to hear weak sounds.

"That...child...come..."

"That's why I came here," An Xin looked at him, "Your bodies are already in pieces, how long can you hold on?"

"Sally..."

The old man simply called out the name briefly, and then his rotten body fell into a deep sleep.

Sally seemed to be a woman's name, and it sounded familiar. An Xin was a little surprised and glanced around.

I saw a figure completely covered in a black robe raise his head and move his body stiffly, like a puppet that had just been wound up.

An Xin noticed that the figure was peculiar. It didn't seem to be an old man. It was completely different from those decayed bodies. This was a young woman with long and pale fingers. She slowly took off her robe and hat, revealing a complete, beautiful pale face.

"There is such a young woman in the Elders' Council." An Xin walked behind her, "You shouldn't be here."

"I just changed my body. This is not the real me." The woman's voice was equally cold and silent.

"Let me guess." An Xin dropped the jar in his hand to the ground, and the energetic slug broke free from the shackles.

It fled into the corner and merged with the shadows.

"You can't be my grandma."

The woman didn't speak. She kept her eyes closed and only opened her mouth slightly when she spoke, like a machine.

"Okay, it's time to talk about that child, my sister." An Xin looked at her fingers.

"When I show up here, you should know why I'm here."

"Just for the child." The woman named Sally said stiffly.

"Besides devouring him, is there any other way to kill King Shang?"

"Haha, you should ask your mother."

"I guess she doesn't hate her sister very much."

"There is no other way to kill the Shang people except to devour each other." The woman turned her head 180 degrees.

She raised her head and looked at An Xin with horror.

"This is the only answer, right?" An Xin asked.

“His coming cannot be delayed or stopped; He is destiny itself.”

"when."

"At any time in the future."

"Well." An Xin looked at her and asked the last question.

"By her and me, who will be the uncertain factor?"

“This is a problem that does not exist in the first place. When this problem arises, it means that His coming can be changed.”

The woman slowly opened her eyes, which were completely gray.

"You were never here before your mother found out."

An Xin only stayed for a few brief minutes before slowly retreating, his shadow burning along with the flames.

There was only dead silence in the cave, with a fire that never went out.

In the corner, the slug touched a pool of snail-like slime and was instantly swallowed up.

"Giggle..."

Chapter 301 Dream Death (I)

Weird, but with that familiar weird feeling.

It was as if I was deep in the abyss, with no light shining in. In the silent darkness, countless eyes were watching me.

The peek comes from far away, from a place that seems forever out of reach, from the edge of the world, hazy and suffocating.

An Xiao dreamed that he was curled up under a large piece of furniture, which seemed to be a sofa or a refrigerator. He looked at everything in front of him from an extremely strange perspective, and everything seemed exaggerated and huge.

It's like I'm... a mouse?

She often has similar weird dreams. These dreams are all bizarre and illogical. In the dreams, everything seems to be distorted, and the role she plays is never a person.

This is very unbelievable and also very distressing.

I remember that not long ago, I was still with my brother.

An Xiao has the ability to think and be conscious, and she clearly realizes that she is in a dream.

This is a secret that I have never told anyone, not even my elder brother knows about it.

Every time I fall asleep, I am forced into dreams about other people. (

It's like a dream, but not a dream. Rather than a dream, it's as real as an illusion.

An Xiao thought this was very interesting, even though it was a bit too scary.)

But at least it does no direct harm to you, and you can also have a unique experience.

Most of the time, An Xiao enjoyed the experiences in his dreams very much, except that sometimes they were too scary.

"Jiji."

An Xiao tried to speak, which was a good habit he developed every time he had a dream, so that he could judge what role he was playing this time.

It would be good if I could make sounds, which would mean I am some kind of animal and at least have the ability to move.

If I were a piece of furniture like a table or chair, it would be too uncomfortable and I would be forced to watch everything happening in front of me.

She remembered that a long time ago, she had the experience of being a microwave oven. The owner of that dream was a very careless woman. As a microwave oven, she was forced to stuff frozen durian and eggs into her body at the same time and heated them for twenty minutes.

Then she exploded, taking the owner of the dream with her.

The dream also woke up, and the afternoon came.

Therefore, An Xiao also understood a rule: every dream has two ways to end. One is that the owner of the dream dies for some reason, and the dream will end immediately.

The other one cannot be considered an end, it should be said to be just a short end. If the owner of the dream is safe and sound, he will wake up at a certain time.

But the next time I dreamed, it happened again.

The next dream will not begin until the owner of the dream dies.

So An Xiao felt like he was playing a game, a game in which the way to pass the level was to kill the dream master so that he could enter the next level, and the game could be saved during the process.

She felt like she was the god of death, and whoever entered her dream would die.

But what died was a dream, so what impact does it have on reality?

Therefore An Xiao never cared about this.

this time……

An Xiao was slightly surprised. Everything she could see was gray, and her two little hands were pink and had claws.

mouse?

It seems that I am very lucky this time. It is not furniture or something like that, otherwise it would look very dull.

In other people's dreams, the character of a mouse is definitely the best existence, small, easy to move and convenient.

But the field of vision is so narrow...

An Xiao complained in his heart, but still controlled his body and moved forward two steps to make sure whether his body was intact.

Although it is a mouse, if it is a disabled mouse, for example, its leg is broken by its owner, then its joy will be in vain.

At first, the movements were a little stiff, but then they gradually relaxed. An Xiao carefully got out and stood on her legs. She looked up and saw that what was in front of her was not a sofa or a refrigerator, but a cabinet with four layers high.

The little gray mouse crawled around the room. The room was not big and had a simple layout. There was an open door. Directly opposite the door was a desk, and the bed was placed between the door and the desk, against the inner wall.

There was no toilet in the bedroom, but there was a very conspicuous coat rack with an old-fashioned emerald green executive windbreaker on it.

The owner of the dream is an executive? An Xiao quickly determined that the owner of the room had the background of an executive.

This executive officer's windbreaker is very old-fashioned and was eliminated more than 40 years ago. The owner of the room still keeps this windbreaker. He is either very old or it was left by an older generation of relatives.

Based on past experience, An Xiao first looked around the room to see if there were anything related to cats and dogs.

After all, it is the natural enemy of mice, and its movements will be restricted to a great extent.

Even though he didn't see any clues about cats and dogs, An Xiao didn't take it lightly, because the absence of a bedroom doesn't represent everything.

Before leaving the room, she had to determine the true identity of the dream owner, which would speed up the process.

The bright afterglow through the closed windows meant that evening was approaching.

This is a very detailed factor in dreams. Every dream that An Xiao has contains elements that fit the reality of the dream owner.

The location of this dream is an apartment, which means that the owner of the dream is also here at the moment. It is not yet evening, which means that the owner of the dream is not a 996 office worker, and it is only around six o'clock now.

Except for the abnormal work and rest schedule of the executive officer of the Huacheng headquarters, the executive officers of other city branches have normal work and rest schedules. They report to the Countermeasures Bureau on time at 8 o'clock in the morning. The rest of the time is very free, performing official duties outside. Except for occasional large-scale operations, they usually go home around nine o'clock.

However, vacations must be excluded.

An Xiao raised his head, his eyes slowly moved upwards, looking at the huge desk, and then jumped up along the legs of the desk.

The mouse's body is very light, and for An Xiao it should be the best body.

But she would rather be a cat, but that is obviously impossible.

The characters you play in the dream do not have the ability to directly kill the owner of the dream.

Now that I am a mouse, it means that the dreamer is definitely not a paralyzed person, a disabled person, or a child.

An Xiao climbed onto the table smoothly and saw that the messy table was covered with layers of newspapers. There was a pen that was forgotten to be taken out in the ink bottle. Several pieces of chalk had rolled onto the newspapers and got stuck in the gaps. There were traces of chalk carving on several places on the table.

A thin diary was open, filled with dense handwriting.

This is a twisted federal language, and the owner of the dream is not a native of the Third District.

"When the blood moon rises from the horizon and the stars form the correct alignment, the blood-red moonlight will cover every corner of the earth. The sun will never shine again, and eternal night will fall. At that time, the tentacles of decay and evil will entangle everything, and the wriggling dead will walk wantonly on the surface of the earth. Chaos will form order, and madness will replace reason. When the world is not worth redeeming, the red moon halo will connect the layers of space and the indescribable places, and the purest and cleanest, the most filthy and the most filthy will descend from the door, bringing judgment and reckoning."

"Jiji——"

This is……

An Xiao understood this sentence. At first glance, he thought it was a passage excerpted from some evil book.

The owner of the dream seemed to like studying the myths of evil gods. She remembered that there were related clubs in Atlantis College that studied the so-called death based on various myths of evil gods, but she just felt that this kind of club was too childish.

Chapter 302 Dream Death (Part )

An Xiao didn't understand why someone would specifically study this kind of thing. Whether it was Shang or the evil god, the weird monsters would just disappear into history. Why did they have to dig them out?

Unfortunately, she couldn't speak at this time and could only make "chi chi" sounds to express her confusion.

Do you want to gain strength through Shang?

She remembered that there was a saying that those defined as evil gods hid in the dark and could give power to humans through blood and flesh transactions. These strange monsters were not as arrogant as described in the book. On the contrary, they were extremely low-key and would not show up on their own initiative most of the time, waiting for people to come to them.

In the last era, there was a wave of investigation in the world. It was rumored that as long as humans could find the trace of Shang, they would be able to obtain his power to fight against alien species. Such rumors spread widely, making many people interested at that time.

However, Shang was not found in the end. On the contrary, many alien species hiding in the crowd took advantage of this opportunity to create traces of Shang, lure everyone, and then prey on him.

Shang probably no longer exists, having been destroyed long ago in history, which led to the birth of alien species.

An Xiao tried to use this body to turn the pages of the book, but it seemed a bit clumsy.

He bit the edge of the book with his mouth and moved it as far away as possible.

Looking at the newspaper underneath, he initially wanted to tear it open with his claws, but gave up after scratching it twice.

Suddenly she had a good idea, so she tore the top newspaper off the table and moved it up and down. Several times, she almost fell down because she was hanging on the edge of the table with the newspaper in her mouth.

Although this was a dream, the pain was very real.

Soon, almost all the newspapers on the table were cleared away, leaving only one newspaper pressed down by the ink bottle.

She crawled around the edge of the table, found a suitable position and stood up.