Chapter 3540 (1/2)
”Not so good. Now we are fighting with the things in the dead waiter's dream. What ghosts have this madman seen recently?”
While waiting for the paintings in the dream Gallery, the death knell and monak are in an environment similar to the world in silent hill. In the rotten and dusty corridor, there are all kinds of deformed plush toys.
Speechless, monk was preparing to make complaints about the direction of the dead soul, and he was silent.
The battle effectiveness of the death knell is more than enough to deal with some dream monsters, but these monsters block the whole tunnel and are almost airtight.
A pink teddy bear's body was tattered with all kinds of uncertainties. Some of its hair was also bonded into ”dirty braids”, but this thing wore a huge triangular iron helmet and dragged a huge machete to attack the death knell.
The death knell was cut down with a sword. It was very easy, but after it fell to the ground, it became like a little girl dying in peace. It changed so suddenly, like it was an ordinary child from beginning to end.
”It seems that someone is going to exert some psychological influence on me, but he obviously doesn't know me enough. I'm not a superhero. Killing is not a test.”
Su Ming had no intention of stopping or hesitating. He just calmly stood in front of the magician and wiped out the incoming enemy with his hanging tentacle and his night sword.
In addition to deforming after death, these deformed plush toys will make the same sound as babies. They run on all fours in the rotten corridor, and their saliva is everywhere, looking very hungry.
But it doesn't matter. Even if it's a living man, Su Ming can kill it, let alone the illusion of some monsters in dreams.
”This should be a dream derivative formed by the dead waiter's subconscious mind. He wants to play with others. Each of these toys is a friend made up by the dead waiter in his mind. Look at them, they may also be childhood friends. Slade, you'd better think about whether this will affect Wade's mind before you start.”
Monak reminded him that his magic had pointed out a direction, and now he could make a way forward.
”But the advantage is here. Did he have any sanity?”
Su Ming's weapons and hanging tentacles did not even stop, just like chopping melons and vegetables.
”Well, you're right. It's all right.” The magic Prince shrugged. He took out a submachine gun, hid behind the death knell and began to open the road together.
”Besides these plush doll monsters, who didn't have many virtual friends when he was young. For example, when I was a child, I had to give it a name and regard it as my friend.” Su Ming smiled and chatted with monak. He handed the weapon to hang and asked it to cut for a while and light a cigarette by himself.
But after hearing this statement, monak showed a little sympathy and patted the death knell on the back:
”Sorry, I didn't know your life was so miserable when you were a child.”
”Isn't it tragic? It can only be said that it's normal for children who grow up in orphanages to play like that. After all, many tragedies are caused by lack of money.” The knell took a puff of smoke and walked into the corridor full of children's bones: ”you named the rabbit, too.”
”It's different. That's my price.” The prince of magic used the death knell as a mobile bunker, put his head out of the supreme mage's shoulder and fired, then retracted, leaned his back against the back of the death knell and breathed for a magazine.
It's like if you don't breathe violently when changing the bomb, it's not smooth enough.
I don't know what he learned from police and bandit dramas or war films, nor when he fell in love with submachine guns, but he seemed to enjoy it.