After the counter-sacrifice at the beginning, I became the spokesperson for the girls?

Just after hearing this word, another extremely elastic sound rang above her head. Bai Xingyao's mind quickly caught up with it. She opened her eyes and watched the giant fur ball. Then she closed her eyes and held her breath. A long fur line emerged from the top of her head.

This seemed to be the antenna that the dream master had mentioned, a long and thin wire with a small ball at the end, also with black fur. It was powerless to pull it together, but its master seemed to be trying very hard, so under Bai Xingyao's gaze, it straightened.

The soul did not jump into a crisis, but more often than not, it felt at a loss.

But the next second, the big black ball was not satisfied with just raising its antenna. Its top began to glow, as if it was preparing some big move. Bai Xingyao's eyelids jumped. The reality of being beaten for a long time made her subconsciously reject the perception of non-danger. She followed her instinct and immediately controlled her mind to block.

White light burst out, and the world was covered in white. Her colorful spirit suddenly emerged like flowing water, surrounding her. After closing her eyes uncontrollably, Bai Xingyao increased her strength.

But the next second, she heard a very subtle Duang.

As if something had bounced, she immediately opened her eyes, and the scene she saw almost made her confused.

The huge black ball in front of him, as big as a house, suddenly exploded, and countless small black balls fled in all directions in a panic. They ran very fast, stumbling, and even fell into each other on the way of escape. After the furry collision, you could even hear a "ying" sound.

Bai Xingyao immediately stepped forward and grabbed one. Not all fur balls ran very fast. She bent down and quickly caught a fur ball that was about to jump to the corner of the street and merge into it. The furry hair immediately exploded in her hands, and the touch of her skin was so good that it was almost sky-high.

[嘤……]

She seemed to hear something in her ears in the void, and as soon as she grasped, she immediately felt a strong force to break free. The bun-like body had great strength, and it kept struggling, forcing Bai Xingyao to press another hand, and then she felt a wave of power gathering under her hand very quickly, and as soon as the smooth feeling came out, she clenched her hand, and the black ball immediately slipped out of her hand.

Before the exclamation from the space could be heard, the black ball of fur merged into the ground. In an instant, only a thin layer of something was left on Bai Xingyao's hands. In the entire dream world, there was no trace of this creature anymore.

"What is this……"

Bai Xingyao suddenly had an absurd thought. She lowered her head, and the thing in her hand slowly peeled off her skin. It seemed to be a stream of air, chaotic in color, flowing into a terrifying energy.

Nightmare energy.

Like her, a creature that survives on nightmares.

"Is it intelligent life...?"

The only thing that needs nightmares is the law of nightmares. Bai Xingyao clenched her hands, and extremely subtle force caressed her skin, melting into it bit by bit, bringing her the long-lost wonder.

No, if they were intelligent life forms, she would definitely be able to sense their presence. Life forms that did not cultivate nightmares could bypass the spokespersons who governed the laws.

Even though she is extremely weak.

[You don’t seem to want to hurt them——]

The space sensed Bai Xingyao's emotions. She did not show any vigilance or caution at that moment. Judging from her usual behavior, it was impossible for her to be so impulsive as to rush into someone else's dream without even trying to cover herself up.

"The law...seems to be affecting me."

Bai Xingyao held her heart, and only after she calmed down completely did she feel a faint fluctuation. It was very strange that this force unconsciously pushed her movements, making her unable to help but face the unknown creature without any fear.

It’s like...something is guiding me from somewhere.

Bai Xingyao pointed out with a displeased look, and searched for her target distractedly. She had not forgotten where this place was, and it was a big problem that she had not disguised herself this time. With the memory fragments and the spirit of searching, she soon found the owner of the paper hanging on the roof.

Dreams are supposed to be the same as reality. Dreams that are too unreal will not be pulled by the sea of ​​souls. Dreams that have a hard shell are completely a replica of reality. Whether it is gravity or the body, the life inside will be no different from the real self.

But the soul in front of me is human.

Qijiuqi3

No human being can be crushed by heavy objects and turned into paper, without all kinds of blood, flesh and internal organs spilling out.

[Let's deal with the current situation first. Blurring the memory and erasing the aura. I'll take care of it.]

Space was busy, Bai Xingyao was alert, and immediately knocked him out. She and Space checked the entire dream, and finally erased all traces. When Space asked whether they should leave, Bai Xingyao shook her head.

"I want to see his memory."

She wanted to find out what that thing was.

[It’s hard to open the memory of someone you don’t believe in]

Human memory is related to the soul. Only when the heart is sufficiently defenseless can the spiritual power enter smoothly. Otherwise, without overwhelming strength, it would be a highly difficult operation.

The believers on the second night simply regarded Bai Xingyao as their own god, otherwise Bai Xingyao would not have been able to search freely in his sea of ​​memories.

"As long as you are defenseless?"

Bai Xingyao seemed to have a new idea.

A question mark appeared in the space, and then it felt the fluctuation of the unbounded object.

The other side of eternity:

Chapter 88: Dream of Fulfillment

It was a very unlucky day for Crich.

He just took a look at his niece's fairy tale, and in his drowsiness, he dreamed about the content of the story.

It was a story he often read as a child. Children with evil thoughts would be punished by the gods. The negative energy caused by their evil deeds would attract rotten flesh dropped by the gods. The rotten flesh would grow black hair and appear in their dreams, making them responsible for their actions.

But where in the world does such a creature exist! He scoffed. If there really is such a creature, then why does his head still get pushed into the pond, his clothes still get torn, and the books he saved money for still get torn into pieces and fall from his head like snowflakes when he prays to God?

So there is no god in this world! He thought viciously, the God of Wood and the God of Light are all made up by the world to deceive people! What salvation, what God loves the world, are just lies to fool people!

Several years of reading had ingrained his thoughts into him. He was only willing to believe what he believed, and he had always firmly believed that theism in this world was a lie, and even the extraordinary person he loved was a lie!

His sister died at the hands of a superhuman, his parents died at the hands of a superhuman, those hypocrites who claimed to be expressing God's will were just cruel and inhumane painters who were different from ordinary people!

But why is the scene today so cruel, knocking everything he has to the ground?

The fairy tale balls, which symbolize the punishment for bad kids, appeared in his dream. They gathered in groups, staring at him closely with the eyes he had seen countless times in the middle of the night when he was young. Every collision aroused the fear in his heart. Countless images appeared in front of his eyes. It was him casting gears and hiding explosives; it was him plotting with resentment and finding out the location; it was him secretly planning to hold a sacrifice to the gods and ignite everything; but - why was it him?

Why didn't the person who crushed his hand - the person who gouged out his left eye - the person who trampled everything on him - appear in the dream at this moment and suffer the same punishment with him?

unfair!

He wanted to shout out, blood mixed with his teeth, and he seemed to have returned to the day when he lost his left eye. A huge feeling of powerlessness, fear and resentment rushed up, and he suddenly remembered that a long time ago, he was also a young man kneeling before the gods with sincerity.

What on earth went wrong?

The dream expanded like ripples on water. The world he saw was so big, but the empty streets seemed like the deepest nightmare. He knelt on the ground. It was a dream that he should have the final say over, but he felt extremely depressed and suffocated. He didn't even have the right to cry out loud.

Even fate bullies a weak ant like him?

There was a noisy sound from a distance, and the footsteps on the floor tiles were flustered and disordered. He found desperately that his body was in pain, his fingers curled up and twisted, and the pain from his left eye was like fire, burning his soul. He finally remembered the end of the story, that the soul of the bad boy would be burned to ashes by the endless fire of karma along with his sins. He who wanted to blow everyone to death with gunpowder finally met his own judgment. Obviously, those evil lives should have died before him.

...unwilling to accept.

He felt his eye sockets moisten, and the black fur around him gradually disappeared.

...so resentful.

He felt blood mixed with tears, and his stinging vision was dazzled by a handful of black things. The noise above his head was getting closer and closer, and the shadows stretched by the dusk twisted and laughed like ghosts. Soon someone would light the gasoline, soon someone would jump into a ball of fire, and soon his nightmare would reappear.

Why, why, why——

He was furious and crazy. He suddenly grabbed something on the ground and touched it in his hand. He felt the heavy touch of rust. The black axe had a wooden handle. He looked up suddenly. The noisy footsteps disappeared immediately. Suddenly, a group of gorgeously dressed and panicked men and women appeared in front of him.

The next scene was something he dared not even imagine. As if being controlled by something, the emotions in his mind suddenly burst out. The dusk was like blood. He was like a mad dog, swinging the axe wildly. Blood splashed on his face that was missing an eye. The blade was dull as it cut through flesh and blood, almost driving him crazy. He collapsed and shed tears. Everything in his mind was instantly in chaos. At this moment, he only had one thought in his mind. This thought was infinitely magnified, infinitely violent, and almost insanely relieved.

It's not his fault! It's not his fault!

No victim will be punished, no bully can escape! The karma created by oneself must be borne by oneself. He gave birth to delusions, he was punished, but then they continued to do evil!

Screams, anger, madness...

Bai Xingyao gathered everything together, her fingers slowly closed, and the memories she read out sparkled like pearls.

Although it can only create an illusory illusion, it is enough.

-

I wrote a delayed leave note yesterday, but after I finished writing it, I was filled with inspiration... Wow, is this some strange trick?

The other side of eternity:

Chapter 89: The Weaver

After reading everything, Bai Xingyao cut open the space of her dream. The dim bloody scene gradually disappeared around her. She was away from the blood and chaos, but felt that something was chasing her.

power.

She instinctively felt that it was a power that belonged only to her.

But this was different from usual. At this moment, she felt not only fear, but also deeper hatred, venting, and complete madness. She stopped walking in the myriad spiritual worlds, stretched out her hand, and the moment she touched it, she felt the long-lost comfort.

It was as if there was a deep crack in her soul, but it was now filled by the clear spring flowing in. She even felt that this energy was stronger than usual. It was no longer a single emotion, but something more sublimated and layered.

It seems like... a higher level of energy.

The human soul has its own defenses

Space followed her: [You actually thought of mobilizing his emotions, letting him make up his own dreams, and then guiding him a little, so that he would naturally lose the desire to protect his soul]

When people are in extreme situations, they will relax their mental state. The more painful they are, the more tense their spirit will be; the more relieved they are, the more defenseless their spirit will be.

"I just took advantage of a loophole."

Bai Xingyao looked at her hands, she recalled the action at that moment, and knew all the details of the fabrication clearly. She seemed to be born knowing everything, and she seemed to know how to use her own strength. How to mobilize emotions was like eating and drinking, engraved into her bones and became instinct.

Is this the power of nightmares?

Becoming a spokesperson, even if you know nothing, will eventually be given something.

[You seem to have gained stronger energy]

Space drew her attention back. Bai Xingyao walked through countless spiritual light waves. In the endless bubbles of dreams, she set foot on the old road filled with the sound of waves. In an instant, the sea breeze blew in front of her eyes.

The Black Sea was rolling with endless waves. She stepped on the wet black rocks on the surface. Energy filled her soul. She was about to answer but suddenly stopped.

"I lost something."

Bai Xingyao said, frowning. The incompleteness of a corner of the soul seemed to be meaningless and wrapped in huge emotions. In the end, it was unexpectedly pulled by the out-of-control dream and stayed there.

She turned around and looked at the sea again. The black water was surging and the vast dream was floating in the air. The coordinates just now had been submerged in the vast ocean. It was like looking for a speck of dust. She had no idea what to do in this empty world.

What did you lose?

The sound of space frowning and the self-examination of the spirit came to her mind. Bai Xingyao frowned slightly. She focused on the use of her own spirit. The spirit and soul both carry personal memories. Life has power because of memory, and the spirit has life because of memory. If something is lost, the problem must be in the control of her power.

"A book."

Her mental self-examination told her that she had lost something.

【Your collection? 】

"No."

Clothes II I Lin Qishi Eight

Bai Xingyao shook his head suspiciously: "I have changed it."

Her writing style seemed to emerge clearly from the lines of text. She seemed to have left the nightmare book that she had recently revised, along with the spirit that inherited this memory, in that dream.

Because of improper operation.

【…】

Space hesitated for a rare moment.

[Your mental filter is strong enough, right? ]

It's very suspicious to ask.

"..."

How could ordinary people possibly see her spirit!

That memory was just an unintentional trace left by the other party because of the intense emotions, and it would probably disappear after the dream ended. Moreover, to be honest, Space should be more worried about whether she would be caught because of this trace of spirit!

[After following you for so long, I still know your abilities]

The space made a hissing sound. Bai Xingyao was very cautious. She filled her soul with fuzzy laws, and her mind was covered with fuzzy mosaics. Even if someone really caught her landing point, it would be impossible for them to find her through the excessive influence of the mind, which could not see the internal structure clearly, and even the location could not be found.

The search for the spiritual world also requires some logic. No matter how advanced the rules are, they won't work in this situation.

So the space is reassuring.

[It seems that more negative emotions can sublimate energy than fear]

Bai Xingyao stretched out her hand and condensed that power again. The floating black and white gas just touched her skin and she could feel the comfort flowing through her soul.

“I seem to need this energy more.”

Qi② (three [ ) things⑼ arise from Sansi