At the top of the dm building, the high semi-circular office is suspended in the air, and the huge floor-to-ceiling windows are clear and transparent, as if you can reach out and touch the sky.
The dreamer is sitting comfortably in a high-end leather chair, holding a palm-sized glass bottle in which a translucent substance is slowly flowing.
He unscrewed the bottle slowly.
Immediately afterwards, his jaw was elongated, his lips were pulled apart to an almost horrific extent, a long scarlet tongue protruded from his mouth, and sticky mucus dripped from the bumpy tongue. Falling down, the long tongue protruded into the narrow mouth of the bottle and rolled the translucent fluid into the mouth.
The dream maker narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing an extremely intoxicated gesture.
The human soul brewed in despair... It's the most delicious food in the world.
Thinking of his gradually abundant inventory, the smile on the dreamer's face gradually deepened,
At this moment, he suddenly heard a knocking sound from the window behind him.
The dreamer was stunned.
Wait, he's... the top floor.
The dream maker frowned and turned his head to look behind him.
The slender young man stood outside the window. The cold wind from high altitudes swept over his clothes and blew his hem. The scorching sunlight behind him plated a layer of light gold on his figure. The young man leaned down. , with a casual smile on his lips, as if he was just knocking on the neighbor's door: "Good morning..."
In the next second, the huge phantom of the sickle appeared in mid-air, and the sharp blade reflected the cold and clear arc of the sun, like a massless spring.
The scythe in the young man's hand was wrapped in ten thousand force, tearing the air and piercing the sunlight. The sharp blade collided with some invisible existence in the air. The barrier was torn apart like thin paper, and the tip of the sickle passed through the thin air and hit the outer layer of the glass—
"Kara" -
The harsh sound of glass shattering sounded, and cobweb-like cracks were densely spread all over it, spreading suddenly.
The dream maker's eyes widened, and the sharp tip of the sickle was reflected in the depths of his pupils. At that moment, a terrifying sense of panic suddenly rose from the soles of his feet, and the memories that had been forgotten for a long time suddenly appeared in his mind without warning— The ice-cold edge like running water, the coolness across his neck, the panic feeling that the power was swallowed up in his body mixed into a turbulent flood, which rushed violently without warning and drowned him instantly.
He fell back instinctively.
At the moment when the dreamer dodged, the thick glass of special quality shattered unbearably, and the gust of wind slammed into the large office with the shards of glass, and the blade of the sickle took the lead in breaking the countless broken pieces of glass. The glass layer, heavily cut from mid-air.
"Thorn-"
The high-grade leather chair the dreamer was sitting on was suddenly torn apart from top to bottom, and fell to the ground with a bang. Even the heavy carpet under the chair was instantly torn apart, and the marble floor below it was also cracked finely. Fine mesh texture.
The table behind the chair was also chopped down, the computer squeaked, and countless sparks erupted.
Ye Jia unhurriedly retracted the sickle, took a step under his feet, and stepped on the ground covered with broken glass.
The gust of wind whistled behind him, and the broken glass was rolled into the air, and the crystal fragments fell silently, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
He smiled and said, "Sorry, there is no appointment this time."
The dream maker had recovered from the horror just now. He stood a few steps away from Ye Jia, his face was gloomy, and the huge scarlet tongue had not been retracted into his mouth. The stench and sticky liquid slowly dripped down: "ace!"
His voice was slightly muffled, with a hint of malice in the depths of his voice.
The dream maker tidied up his messed up suit, and his dark eyes stared at the young man standing in front of him.
"What? Have you figured it out?" The dream maker narrowed his eyes slightly, and the expression on his face became calm and gentle again, but the maliciousness was hidden beneath the seemingly polite surface: "It seems that Did you decide to ignore those poor bastards and get your hands dirty with the blood of those innocents? Congratulations, it looks like you've finally found a way to survive in this world."
Saying that, he raised his hand and clapped slowly, as if he was really happy for Ye Jia from the bottom of his heart.
"If you say so." Ye Jia walked in his direction and said unhurriedly, "I would have thought that you really wanted to fight me again."
He raised the corners of his lips, revealing a faint smile: "I've really rarely seen it, there is a Specter who is so willing to lose to the same trivial human being."
The dream maker's expression became gloomy, and the wound on his neck seemed to be aching again.
Ye Jia's expression did not change.
The dreamer used the method of tying his own life with thousands of other human beings to prevent Ye Jia from attacking him. This was originally a disguised display of weakness, and he talked about Ji Xuan in a jealous tone. Because of his mother's preferential treatment because of his direct lineage, the wound created by his weapon can heal so well - this shows that he has not yet recovered from the injury caused by Ye Jia. So escape and his head-on conflict.
The last time they met, Ye Jia had tested each other - and the dreamer's reaction just happened to confirm his guess.
That's why he set up a barrier that Specters couldn't pass through for where he was, and that's why he was so apprehensive about Ji Xuan's appearance.
The dream maker stared at Ye Jia, as if he wanted to tear him apart with his eyes.
After a long time, he smiled gloomily: "I know what you want to do."
The dream maker patted the glass shards on his clothes and said, "Do you think that I won't be more prepared after suffering a loss?"
As his voice fell, the faces of Wei Yue, blast, and Chen Qingye appeared on the screen. The background behind each of them was in this building, and they were all besieged by a group of ghosts, and the chainsaw cut and cracked. The sparks and the rising flames illuminated the narrow space, and the screams and screams of the Specter were intertwined with the humming of the swarm, which sounded particularly terrifying in the empty office.
With a hint of arrogance and contempt in the dream maker's expression, he said, "You yourself are here to attract my attention. In fact, your teammates are going to steal the contract... Do you think you have never played this trick before?"
With a relaxed smile on his face: "Save it, what's the use? Do you think I'll put the contract in this building?"
Ye Jia's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at each other steadily, without saying a word.
Dreammaker: "But... Since you are here this time, don't think about leaving as easily as last time."
He let out a piercing laugh, the corners of his mouth cracked a scarlet gap, and several scarlet long tongues rushed out of his mouth, dancing in the air, the viscous liquid dripped and fell on the ground with a sizzling squeak. The sound of corrosion looked extremely terrifying, and a low voice surged from his throat: "Now, those of your companions have not grabbed the contracts of those humans, do you still dare to do something to me?"
The dreamer's face is twisted like a wax statue, and his arrogant and sinister laughter is particularly sharp and terrifying with the movement of those tongues: "Don't worry, you will become the most delicious food on my table, not only your soul, but also wrapped in it. Your soul and body are slowly enjoyed by me piece by piece... Hahaha!"
The scarlet rough tongue tip was like a sharp blade, rushing towards Ye Jia.
Ye Jia dodged and avoided the opponent's attack.
His body is flexible, he tossed and turned between the opponent's attacks, like a shadow that could not be caught, but he did not fight back.
The dreamer began to grow impatient.
His body slowly elongated and expanded, and the cold and dark ghosts spread out layer by layer. The ground and walls made a harsh scream under its corrosion, and turned into a scorched black viscous liquid, slowly flowing down the wall and penetrating into the ground, raging in the air like countless long snakes. Step by step towards the youth.
At this moment, Ye Jia suddenly said, "You are right..."
The dream maker's movements paused slightly, as if he did not understand the meaning of the other party.
I just heard the young man in front of him say slowly: "I am indeed a distraction."
I don't know why, but the dreamer's heart suddenly felt a... strange sense of ominousness.
"It's just..." Ye Jia deliberately paused for a moment, then smiled, turned his head and pointed to the three people on the screen not far away, who were fighting with the other Specters, and said slowly, "They are also..."
This…
What does it mean? !
The dream maker's pupils shrank suddenly.
At this moment, the mobile phone in Ye Jia's pocket dinged, he slowly took out the mobile phone from his pocket, glanced down at the screen, and the smile on his lips deepened slightly: "The more old-fashioned methods are, the better Works, doesn't it?"
The next second, the dream maker's face changed.
He seemed to sense something.
The power in the body is rapidly disappearing, and the contracts that he uses as amulets are rapidly invalidating one by one!
Ye Jia smiled: "Now, I don't have any scruples, right?"
The next second, the scythe in his hand flashed a dazzling bright halo, opened a huge arc in the air, and fell sharply downward.
With the sound of the sharp blade breaking through the air, several scarlet tongues were directly cut off, the sticky and rough ugly flesh was pulled out, and the smelly black-red blood spurted out from it, suddenly soaking the ground and sputtering. On the corroded and uneven walls, it looks like a terrifyingly twisted abstract painting.
"Ah!"
The piercing screams echoed in the unrecognizable top floor, were blown away by the high-altitude gale, and merged into the boundless sky.
"You... what did you do?" The dream maker's expression was distorted, his voice was shrill, and he shouted hoarsely. Ye Jia walked in his direction step by step, and the scarlet blood slowly flowed down from the tip of his knife. It was completely absorbed by the blade before it landed, and it was as bright as the washed moonlight, shining with a light that seemed to be able to cut people.
The dreamer's remaining tongue drooped to the ground.
As Ye Jia approached, he instinctively moved back, as if he was afraid of something.
The dreamer can clearly feel that compared to the last time the two met, the other party's strength has increased again, and he doesn't know how many ghosts he has eaten - and he is still seriously injured. Having lost another chip, he has now completely lost his previous dominant position.
The situation is afraid... not objective.
Ye Jia lowered his eyes, looked down at the ghost in front of him, and said lightly: "The essence of the contract you are signing with ordinary people is still a contract. Since it is a contract, you must abide by the rules. Whether it's a labor contract or an investment contract, your only relationship bond is money."
The dream maker seemed to realize something, and his facial expression froze suddenly.
This, is this why ace smashes the computer in his room as soon as he shows up
Because what he moved was not his own contract, but his company!
Ye Jia said with a smile: "Don't you like to play capital?"
"In this case, I'll teach you another knowledge point that all humans know—" He crouched down and said amiably: "Capital is a beast that eats people, and those who want to play with capital are often eaten in turn. Drop it."
By the time the other three came to the top floor, everything had been settled.
The huge office without the floor-to-ceiling windows was caught in the strong airflow outside the window. The spacious room was destroyed beyond recognition. The walls and the ground were full of dirty and sticky black bloodstains, as if a massacre had occurred. horrible.
The ground was littered with tongues that had been cut into pieces but were still flicking, and ugly chunks of flesh lay in the dark ruins, still twitching.
The slender young man was leaning on one of the tables that had been cut into two sections by a sharp weapon, with his long legs propped on the ground, holding a huge sickle in one hand, and holding the Dream Maker's hair in the other hand, smashing him into the air. The ungrown head was forcibly ripped from the neck, and only connected to the lower body by a layer of skin - Li Gui's limbs had been chopped off, and he was twitching in the mess at the moment.
There was only one tongue left in his mouth, barely able to speak, and the rest were cut off by the roots.
Black blood flowed out of his mouth with a broken tongue, dripping on the ground, and the carpet on the ground was corroded and made a sizzling sound.
Ace shook Li Gui's head and asked slowly, "Aren't you going to tell me yet?"
"..." At the beginning of the month Wei, Chen Qingye, and Blast fell silent. They stood at the door, neither entering nor retreating.
-So who is the villain between the two of you? !
"So... what do you want to ask?" Blast couldn't hold back and asked.
Ye Jia turned his head to look over and said without changing his face: "Ah, it's nothing, I just want to know where his vault is."
blast: "…"
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Finally, the dreamer let go and spat out a series of addresses.
Ye Jia smiled slightly: "Is that right..."
He turned to look at the others: "Do you have any plastic bags?"
The three looked at each other: "No..."
"Then I'll just do it." Ye Jia shrugged, slashed down with the sickle in his hand, cut out a square piece from the almost corroded carpet, and then with his bare hands removed the dreamer's head from him. He tore off his neck cavity, wrapped his moaning head with the carpet, wrapped it tightly, and then stood up with the dark simple package: "You guys want to come together. ?"
Three people: "…"
Grass, you really are the villain!
After half an hour by taxi, they arrived at their destination.
Facing the driver's terrified eyes, Chen Qingye bit his head and gave him double the money before getting off the bus - after all, there are too few guests who get on the bus with a head that can scream, so it is better to give him some spiritual compensation. Better.
This is a private bank where the dreamer rents one of the vaults.
The receptionist's face was pale, her steps were stiff, and she barely maintained a polite attitude. She took them to the location of the No. 362 vault. After the password was opened to the iron door, she fled from everyone's sight.
In front of you is a very huge vault, which has been well maintained with high-tech. There are rows and rows of shelves inside, which are full of small glass bottles the size of palms. It is the kind of translucent liquid, their colors are dark or light, and they are neatly placed on the shelves, and it is almost impossible to see the edge at a glance.
Several people couldn't help holding their breath.
So many... all are the souls of victims.
In each small bottle, there was once a fresh life.
Ye Jia turned his head and said to the three behind him, "Now you can contact the Administration."
They all nodded, then turned and walked out.
Although they were used to seeing death and killing, they didn't really want to stay in such a place for long.
Only Ye Jia was left in the vault.
He held the head in his hand, and the stench of blood dripped from the black blood-soaked carpet, slowly dripping onto the smooth and clean ground.
Ye Jia slowly walked forward along the corridor, his eyes slowly swept across the shelves, and passed one container after another containing human souls.
He went to the end, but unexpectedly saw that at the end of the vault, there was a space between the shelves and the shelves - like, there used to be something, but it was removed, leaving only an empty space vacant lot.
Ye Jia lowered his head and examined the blank.
Judging from the dust, no matter what was put here, it was just removed.
He ripped off the carpet that wrapped the head of the dream maker, grabbed the other's hair, and looked at the particularly terrifying face stained with black blood: "What used to be here?"
The dream maker glanced at Ye Jia resentfully, but did not answer.
Ye Jia narrowed his eyes and asked slowly, "Is it related to the task assigned to you by your mother?"
The dream maker's expression distorted a bit again. His voice was hoarse and rough, and he said slowly: "Why do you think... I will tell you?"
"Because whether you say it or not, you will die." Ye Jia said calmly: "With me, you can at least die happily."
He thought about it for a while, and added: "However, for you Specters, the word death doesn't seem to be very appropriate... After all, you are not alive."
The dream maker suddenly laughed wildly, and countless dark blood poured out of his mouth, mixed with broken pieces of meat, dripping onto the ground.
Ye Jia frowned slightly.
A few minutes later, the dream maker's wild laughter finally stopped, he stared at Ye Jia with those dark eyes that seemed to be able to drip out ink, and said slowly: "You humans, always feel that this world It's yours, right?"
He let out a weird smile: "But when my mother comes out, everything will be different..."
Ye Jia asked, "What do you mean?"
The dreamer's laughter became wild again: "This world... is ours... and you humans are only worthy of being the pigs and food we raise, our nourishment and food... etc..."
His laughter was blocked by blood and turned into a coughing sound.
"Well..." Ye Jia lowered his eyes and smiled softly: "It seems that you are very confident in your ability to withstand pressure."
The blood-stained face of the dream maker was slightly distorted.
Ye Jia didn't change his face, and said softly: "Trust me, after we caught the puppet master, his reaction was exactly the same as yours—"
The smile on his lips widened: "Guess, who told us your location?"
The dreamer's already hideous face became more and more terrifying, but a faint fear flashed in the depths of those dark and malicious eyes.
Ye Jia waited, with a relaxed smile on his lips, as if he was not worried.
Specter are a collection of pure desire and malice, and that's why they are extremely selfish and extremely ugly - and are more susceptible to terror.
Especially when one of its companions has succumbed, the dreamer dare not touch his bottom line.
However, the mother's task is this...
It is unlikely that the dreamer would tell him directly.
Then he had better find a new breakthrough point,
Ye Jia lowered his eyes, as if he suddenly thought of something, and asked, "What do I want for the contract I signed with you?"
He signed a contract with the dreamer, but he forgot the specific circumstances and content of his prayer at that time.
The dream maker slowly raised his eyes, and his face covered in black blood raised a distorted smile: "You want an answer."
"What answer?" Ye Jia was slightly startled.
This is not what he imagined.
This kind of thing is very abstract, and it does not take half a month to perform the contract. As long as the dreamer gives an answer on the spot, the contract is fulfilled.
He wouldn't even have time to look for loopholes in the Dreammaker's contract.
"How do you say it..." The corner of the dream maker's mouth was pulled even wider, and his eyes stared at Ye Jia's face, as if he was enjoying the pleasure of chewing and swallowing the other party's emotions bit by bit, and then word by word , said slowly: "What you want to know is the cause of your mother's death."