high-dimensional shuttle

Chapter 99 Buddha Rely on Gold Clothes
"What's the noise!"

Suddenly there was a shout from the distant horizon.

As soon as his head hurt, Fang Yuhao felt that someone had slapped his temple, and his mind slowly regained consciousness.

He suddenly found that the extinguished candle miraculously regained its light, and old man Li was looking at the two of them suspiciously.

And the two of them crawled onto the table without anyone noticing it!
The cold corpse that was touched just now turned into a statue on the table...

Fang Yuhao shuddered violently.

This is already the second time he has suffered from this mysterious hallucination, even though he has raised ten thousand times more caution.

He felt that he was awake, and in fact, he had been tricked without anyone noticing.

"Oh shit……"

He doesn't know why his title of "Sober I" is of no use at all.

"Things given away for free are always so unreliable."

Shi Dapeng also woke up leisurely, his face trembling a few times, the burnt scar on his arm was still there.

"Uncle Li, why are you alright?" Fang Yuhao asked after a while.

"Because I'm sleeping... Construct a dream of my own, I'm the king of heaven, who dares to come in and make trouble!" Uncle Li yawned, and said sleepily: "The technique of manipulating dreams is a powerful technique. protection. Otherwise, if you can’t sleep well, the gods will be finished.”

"I saw the two of you spinning around in a daze. Several times you wanted to open the door and go out. But in the end, you all held back."

"If you go out, hehe... It was the Chenghuang who saved you."

Recalling the scene just now, Shi Dapeng's face turned blue and pale, and he hadn't recovered from the panic.

This kind of thing is too weird, and the heart is not big, and I really can't bear it.

The atmosphere gradually sank.

After a while, old man Li said abruptly: "It seems that even the City God can't protect us anymore. This world is about to become a world of demons and ghosts..."

"I have encountered several such small and medium-sized worlds, which are called by the locals... Corruption."

"Here, the ideology of life has undergone fundamental changes, which are different from those in our world."

"It's not good, it's not good. If we see living people tomorrow, we have to be more cautious, avoid them if we can, or don't contact them. People in this world must be difficult to get along with..."

The atmosphere was very silent, Fang Yuhao didn't know what to say, and couldn't think of a good way.

The outside has turned into a strange world where demons dance wildly. Even the righteous city god here seems to be unable to protect them. This is simply the difficulty of hell!
I don't know what happened to Zhao Battalion Commander and others, and whether there is a possibility of survival.

"Uncle Li!" Shi Dapeng stared, showing panic again.

A big black hand like a shadow slowly stretched in from the gap above the Temple of the City God...

This time it's real, not an illusion!

"Go and block it!" Uncle Li kicked him, trying to kick him forward.

Unexpectedly, the counselor reacted very quickly, and a Jiling slipped behind.

"Young man, what are you afraid of? When I was young... I was not as cowardly as you." Uncle Li kept feeling.

As he spoke, he grabbed the candle with both hands!
A thick shadow suddenly appeared on the wall, it was Uncle Li's shadow illuminated by the candlelight.

Immediately afterwards, the shadow quickly grabbed the big black hand.

An incredible scene appeared, this big black hand was caught alive by the shadow of Uncle Li!

It struggled crazily, like a live loach!

A strange heart throbbing was born in Fang Yuhao's heart, as if it was the crazy scream of the big black hand, which made his head dizzy slightly.

With a "buzz", a stern look appeared on Uncle Li's face, and a vein popped on his forehead.

The monster disappeared, as if crushed alive by shadows.

After doing all this, he seemed a little tired, and said again: "Young man, take it easy. After a long period of being surprised, your willpower will be greatly reduced, and it is easy to have hallucinations. This kind of ghost is very common, many worlds Everything is there, but as long as there is light, it can't help you."

"It will keep trying to cut off the light..."

"But if you lose the light and you are still awake, you have to fight it mentally..."

It turned out to be the case.

Is the light in the hallucination also considered to be light?

Looking at the flickering candle flame, Fang Yuhao couldn't help getting closer, as if only in this way could he gain more sense of security.

The three of them just sat there for a while.

All kinds of weird hallucinations continued one after another. Fang Yuhao was panting heavily, and he couldn't tell whether it was reality or illusion.

At this moment, Uncle Li seemed to think of something, shook his head and said, "This is not going to work, we have become the main target of attack, do you have any gold with you?"

"Yes, yes, a gold ingot! It weighs half a catty!" Shi Dapeng said hastily, sweating profusely from all kinds of hallucinations.This thing is still a loot brought out in the tomb world, and it is only half the size of an egg, not big.

"Shi Dapeng, scrape some gold powder and sprinkle it on the surface of the statue of the City God to add some fairy spirit."

"Fang Yuhao, hold on to this candle, if something approaches, do you know what to do?"

"I know." Fang Yuhao nodded quickly.Since this thing is afraid of light, there is nothing to be afraid of.

After saying this, old man Li continued to snore.According to his words, as long as the door is not opened, there will be no major incidents, at most a little mental attack...

"Hurry up and scrape off the gold powder."

Shi Dapeng swallowed his saliva, hesitated for a moment, took out the dagger, and really started to scratch the gold ingot.

Fang Yuhao, on the other hand, was on guard carefully.

He secretly watched Shi Dapeng's work.

I saw that the other party scraped off the powder-like thing from the ingot and sprinkled it directly on the statue, without too many extra steps.

But it was this action that seemed to bring an inexplicable sense of peace of mind.

After looking at it carefully for a while, there are traces of cracks on the statue, which are very obvious, as if the whole body is about to shatter.

"Shi Dapeng, what does constructing a dream mean?" He said suddenly.

Shi Dapeng trembled and almost fell from the top: "Fuck, I scared your uncle to death...can you please keep your voice down."

Fang Yuhao grinned.

"When a person is asleep, the power of the subconscious is far greater than the conscious. The subconscious...you know, it is equivalent to your overall cognition, almost equal to the program, and it is difficult to be affected by the objective environment. The subconscious is stronger than the conscious There are many."

"If you can partially control these subconscious minds in your sleep, it is equivalent to directly amplifying your spiritual power by dozens or even hundreds of times. If there is any supernatural power, if you dare to run into the dream of the dream controller, you will feel that you are too lucky and will be suppressed every minute. So sleep is also a form of protection."

(End of this chapter)