Damn, he should have noticed something was wrong!
Buck looked at the completely unfamiliar environment around him, gritted his teeth and cursed in his heart, and stepped back vigilantly.
The hall in front of it looks like the first floor of an old villa. The stairs can be vaguely seen at the corner. Bookshelves full of books are lined up left and right, there are several rooms on the side, and there are sofas and coffee tables in the center.
The windows were all closed, and the outside world could not be seen vaguely.
However, what is terrifying is that there is an invisible sense of voyeurism everywhere, as if there is a secret person watching everything in this room and watching his every move.
At this moment, he felt that the divine power in his body disappeared without a trace as if it had evaporated, and there was no active ether around him.
Not to mention calling ether... He couldn't even sense the presence of ether.
Like, he really completely turned into a normal person!
At the same time, Buck felt that all the feelings he had lost because of the long life and cruel and high power brought by countless resurrections, all came back like a tide.
Anger, dazed, fear... It's like a person who has been underwater for a long time suddenly burst out, all dull and dull senses are restored, and emotions have never been so vivid.
But Buck didn't need these long-abandoned things. It was these things that made him fall into the abyss from the altar of arbitrarily adjudicating other people's lives, and made him feel that his heart was shaking and collapsing.
Without strength, he felt that everything he had was gone.
The superiority of judging life from above was quickly replaced by an empty panic.
"No, it's impossible, this must be an illusion! I must calm down. As long as I find clues and a sense of disobedience, I can crack the opponent's power. My power is still there..."
Buck tried to comfort himself, turned around and saw the closed wooden door, took a deep breath, stepped forward and tried to twist it.
"Crack clap..."
The sound of the door lock jamming came out, no matter how hard he tried, the door would not move like it was fixed to the whole space.
The panting Buck stopped suddenly, staring at his hands holding the doorknob.
Subtle tremors are so obvious.
Only then did Buck realize that not only his hands, wrists, arms, but also his whole body and legs were trembling and weak.
"How is it possible! Impossible!"
How could I be afraid!
The deep feeling of powerlessness in Buck's heart gradually turned into a hint of despair, which caused some hysteria in him.
He let go of the door handle like an electric shock, his chest heaved, forcing his calm, and turned his head to look at the corner staircase.
This spellcaster set up such a scene, it must be the person who wants to use the technique to substitute for this scene, and mistakenly thought it was true.
If he starts looking for clues on this layer following the other party's train of thought, he will just fall into the trap, and he will subconsciously believe more and more in the reality of the scene, and he will never be able to escape.
Buck sneered, he couldn't understand this illusion.
Therefore, his only way to break the game now... is to continue to investigate on the first floor!
Yes, Buck wasn't going to go up at all.
What he just deduced is exactly the idea that the practitioner wants to make the practitioner think of, and most people will definitely go upstairs, in fact, this is the trap.
How could the caster put the clues upstairs openly? He will definitely make the upstairs more real, or set up more traps that will make the barriers in the hearts of the people open. Be careful.
Therefore, reverse thinking, only the first floor is the most false.
Don't look at how real the layout here is. It seems that there are so many books to be bluffing, but in fact, this is the part that is the most difficult to construct with illusion. Any book, as long as he can find a loophole, then Illusions are not self-defeating!
Buck took a deep breath, the mentality that was about to collapse regained stability, and murmured: "Even if there is no strength, I am determined, and I have the wisdom brought by the long years, these will not disappear, think about it. It's still a long way from defeating me with this level of illusion!"
He walked to the bookshelf step by step, his eyes were sharp, his footsteps gradually firmed, and his aura of "dead country" returned.
"Let me see what the hell are you playing."
Buck stood still in front of the bookshelf, reached out and pulled out a book.
…
Lin Jie felt that there was the first visitor in the dream that he had constructed.
Because Baiyin has said before, when the dream has not been fully constructed, the strength is not enough, or the "authority" is not set, it may be inadvertently involved in some creatures in the dream world, or other people in the real world. soul.
"But don't worry, these visitors are not dangerous to you. If you have a dream creature you like, you can even keep it in your dream as a pet."
Silver said so.
Therefore, Lin Jie is not panic now, and even observes the visitor's actions from the perspective of God with great interest.
He couldn't help but complain: "This guy is really ugly..."
It feels like a person who is torn apart and then kneads the shape and becomes a human-shaped thing. It should be some strange dream monster... Forget it, let's kill it quickly, or you will have nightmares after watching it for a long time.
"Oh... I'm dreaming right now, wait, think so, is this the source of so-called nightmares? Is it that ordinary people's dreams have invaded dream creatures?"
Lin Jie was thoughtful.
However, although he made a quick decision, he did not act immediately, and the behavior of the strange humanoid caught his attention.
The guy seemed frightened, tried to open the door and escaped, lost his mind... as if he had intelligence.
However, this did not change Lin Jie's thoughts. He also wanted to experiment to see how far his dreams could go.
Of course, if it was a human soul, Lin Jie would definitely send it out after a while. After all, he knew what would happen if people lost their souls, and he didn't want to become a murderer for no reason.
"Huh? It seems to stop in front of the bookshelf?"
Lin Jie was taken aback and saw the humanoid took down a book and opened his eyes wide: "I'm actually interested in astronomy..."
Hey, in this case, can he also open a bookstore in the dreamland to serve the dreamland creatures
Before Lin Jie's thoughts continued to develop, he saw that the humanoid dream creature suddenly distorted, screaming and screaming like the people in the oil painting "The Scream", and then it was like the pyre was set on fire. A raging fire broke out and turned into a pile of ashes.
Boss Lin, who had just woken up with great ambition, blinked his eyes blankly, not knowing what was going on.
…
Under the veil of night, all the superhumans who gathered because of the dome church's bounty were all dormant at this moment, quietly looking up at the destructive powerhouse emitting a terrifying aura above.
They are waiting for the waning moon apostle with the names of "Reaper of Life", "Dead Nation" and so on to carry out his revenge.
Everyone knows that the apostate who destroyed a church overnight and killed two apostles in a row is now in a nameless bookstore not far away.
Now this confrontation, in the eyes of everyone, is a silent contest.
Once Buck makes a move, it will be a battle between gods and gods.
However.
One minute has passed, five minutes have passed, ten minutes, half an hour, an hour... A figure like a god of death standing in the void above the sky, but there is still no movement.
"what happened?"
"Isn't Lord Buck yet? It's almost dawn..."
"What do you know? Is a god-level battle that easy? This is the pattern!"
"Impossible, Buck has already made a move just now, and even stepped out, why did he suddenly stop for so long?"
"Look, he's moving!"
Among the discussions among the extraordinary, the figure in the sky finally moved.
The waning moon apostle in a black robe shivered and stretched out his hands to cover his head, silently using all his strength to mourn.
Then quietly, from head to toe, it slowly turned into ashes with a little spark, like a burnt bonfire, scattered by the wind in the night sky...
Nothing is left.
In an instant, the transcendents first stared blankly, then went numb, a chilling fear grabbed their hearts, and the timid ones sat down on the ground with their legs soft, and what was more, they just pulled their legs out. run.
In the silence, fleeing in a panic, no one dared to say anything about entering the bookstore.