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Morpheus walked to the center of the flesh and bacteria passage, opened his right hand, frowned and shouted: "Come back!"

"Spare your life, Master, spare us."

"Run quickly, the master wants to destroy us."

The dream monster reacted very violently. The flesh that was close to Morpheus turned into gray-black smoke and was inhaled into the body along the palm of his hand. A little further away, tentacles like roundworms were pulled out by the force of suction, struggling and wailing.

There are also flesh bacteria that are farther away, simply turning into black smoke, running away, and disappearing in the blink of an eye.

After two minutes of tossing, the devil's cave-like flesh-bacteria tunnel once again returned to the material world's snow-white walls, wooden floors, and sticker ceiling.

It was as if the flesh fungus before was just a shadow, and the shadow left without causing any damage to the house.

"They ran away a lot, and you are the King of Dreams, but you can't subdue them?" Chas murmured.

Morpheus said: "I originally wanted to get the sandbags, recover some of my strength, and then go back to pick them up."

You don’t have to worry, wandering dreams are not harmful, and other evil things cannot escape. "

Hali wondered: "Are they simply conscious dreams, or are they dream creatures that create dreams?"

"It's the dream itself."

Morpheus opened a door and came to a woman's bedroom.

The room was quite tidy. A woman's underwear was hanging on the chair beside the bed. There were watches, mobile phones and a cloth bag with scattered gold dust on the bedside table.

"Rachel, OMG, why have you become like this!" Chase's horrified exclamation attracted Harley's eyes from the sandbag of dreams to the bed.

Lying on the bed was a naked woman in a terrible state.

Her skin was red, swollen and inflamed, peeling off in flakes, and bed sores spread across her back and thighs.

But she didn't die. She heard Chas yell and turned over, from lying on the bed to lying on her back.

Her head was stiff and black, like a coin dropped in the mud. Only a small piece shriveled on your forehead, and the once fullness became an empty pocket.

The movement of turning over also broke the bedsores on his back, and the yellow abscesses soaked the black and scabbed sheets.

As she moved, tufts of hair broke free from her head, revealing her pale, wrinkled scalp.

The hair has fallen off, but people can clearly see the face under the messy hair, with a sweet smile of satisfaction and intoxication.

Rachel looked similar to a zombie. Of course her face couldn't be sweet, and there were even raw bones showing in the rotten flesh, but her smile gave people a terrifying sweetness.

Her soul seemed to be intoxicated with a certain emotion, and no matter how terrifying her face was, her smile was extremely contagious.

"Dream, dream, dream, anytime, anywhere, whatever I want," she hummed softly, her expression even more intoxicated, and she couldn't help but reach out to the table with her right hand to touch the scattered gold sand in the bag.

"That's enough, go back here!" Morpheus shouted.

Nothing happened.

He walked to the table in two steps and held the pocket - the moment he got the pocket, he changed, from a weak mortal to a tall god that was difficult to look up to - he opened the pocket and shouted again: " Come back to me all!"

"Swiss, swish, swish," the golden sand on the table began to beat, turning into golden light and flying into the pocket.

Accompanying it are countless voices: The master is back. Our leisurely days are over, don’t even think about the leisurely and good days. The master is very angry. The master wants to destroy us, no.

"Boom, boom, boom" Rachel's skin, which had become ulcerated, blackened, and hardened, once again formed golden blisters. The blisters exploded, pus splashed everywhere, and golden sand grains were thrown into the bag.

They are shouting too.

In addition to shouting, when Harley looked at them intently, she could also create a picture in her mind.

The screen flashed too fast, and you could barely see a red-haired woman's various extravagant and depraved scenes.

Harry glanced sideways at the bedside table. There was a picture of a woman with red hair.

In the end, even the dreams that were scattered before turned into grains of gold sand and returned to the pocket.

Morpheus held the bag and tied the rope, expressionless, and squeezed hard.

The dream monster inside screamed.

Like milking a cow, there are drops of dirty and smelly liquid at the bottom of the bag.

Before the droplets hit the ground, they turned into black smoke and disappeared.

The scream disappeared.

"What are you doing?" Harley asked.

"Erase the 'impurities' stained on the dream sand."

"Every grain of those golden sands is a dream?"

Morpheus put his pocket in his arms, "I have spent tens of billions of years looking for the most interesting dreams from the dreams of living beings, collecting them, and giving them my consciousness.

You can understand it as one of my thoughts merged with my dream.

They became the sand of dreams.

This small bag is actually my sea of ​​consciousness, which contains my thoughts and dreams.

Every grain of sand manages dreams of the same type and attribute from all spirits in the universe.

The few intruders downstairs were pulled into the spring dream of desire, the emperor's dream of power, and the childish dream of joy. The extreme emotions drained their energy and souls. "

"Um." Rachel on the bed groaned and slowly woke up, "Where am I? Where is my dream?"

"Can you help her? She's not dead yet?" Chase looked at Harley and Morpheus.

"Healing is useless." Harley shook her head.

"Her life has long been exhausted, and it is all supported by golden sand. There is nothing I can do, but I can make her walk more peacefully."

Morpheus gave Rachel a sweet dream.

Watching Chas' taxi disappear around the corner, Harley asked, "What are your plans next?"

"I'm going to hell."

"But you don't know which demon took your helmet."

"It's too troublesome to look for an unknown demon in the vast sea of ​​people. I will go directly to the king of demons, Lucifer Morningstar."

"Uh" Harley was a little ashamed, her status was still a bit low.

"Are you going now?"

"According to the etiquette among supreme beings, I will first send a messenger to inform Lucifer of my upcoming visit," Morpheus said.

"Do you have a good relationship with Lucifer?" Harley asked curiously.

"We have a normal relationship. As a representative of the dream world, I have been to hell several times. Lucifer was very rude and suggested that I also go to hell to become a demon king, and then bring my kingdom - dreams and nightmares - under his rule. ." Morpheus said.

"He regards you as an extra-dimensional demon like the Three Palace Demons?" Harley laughed.

Morpheus said: "With Lucifer's knowledge, he must understand the difference between me and the Three Palace Demons, but he is too proud and arrogant."

"Since the relationship is not good, you still took the initiative to come to your door when you were weak? Or do you think you are enough to deal with Satan now?"

Morpheus shook his head and sighed: "Even at my peak, I might be killed by Him. Force is never the first option to solve problems. I understand this, and Lucifer must also understand it."

Harley's thoughts began to change, maybe she could achieve her goal in this incident.

"Who will you send to hell to deliver the message? Butler Lucien?"

Morpheus said: "The devil in hell is cunning, vicious and unpredictable. Lucien will probably lose his life before he sees Lucifer.

As my messenger and steward, if he dies in hell without knowing it, I can only go to war with hell.

That's not what I want, so I'll let someone who no devil dares to murder deliver the message. "

"Uh, it can't be Cain, right? Legend has it that spirits are repaid sevenfold?" Harley asked in surprise.

Starlight flashed in Morpheus's eyes, and he said meaningfully: "In the legend, Cain has the mark of God with sevenfold retribution.

His mark comes from the ‘Legendary God’. What’s the difference between the ‘Legendary God’ and the God of Silver City? "

"The legendary God is part of God?"

Harley guessed based on her knowledge of God.

"maybe"

Morpheus's tone was also uncertain.

Then, he looked at the sky. It was past midnight and early morning was coming. "I'm leaving. Do you have anything else?"

Harley hesitated for a moment and then said frankly: "I think it will be a big event in the supernatural world if you go to hell to get the helmet.

Even if there is no fight, it will attract the attention of countless demons, and at least it can bind Lucifer and other demon kings.

This is undoubtedly a good opportunity for me.

I want to rescue Rachel from the clutches of the Three Palace Demons, and I want to find Duoduo.

If you can cooperate with me. Even if you don't cooperate with me, as long as you know all your plans, the seemingly slim chance may become a reality. "

Morpheus frowned and said: "I can't cooperate with you, and I have no plan. My idea is very simple. I go to see Lucifer and tell him directly that my helmet was stolen and is now in the hands of a demon. I hope He can help me get it back.”

Not only was Harley not disappointed, she was even more excited and almost couldn't help laughing.

"It would be in my best interest if you really thought and did this."

"What do you mean?"

After hesitating for a moment, Harley finally told the truth, "You will have a big conflict with Lucifer!"

If Morpheus secretly went to hell, found the helmet, and then left secretly, Lucifer would turn a blind eye even if he saw it.

But he made a big show of it and asked Lucifer directly for it.

Of course, Morpheus was sincere and verbally grateful, but for Lucifer, who "wanted to include dreams in the realm of hell", this behavior was definitely a provocation.

The reason is simple, she is also a boss herself.

Harley has a group of younger brothers, and those younger brothers are now prominent figures in Gotham.

If one day, the emperor of Mexico came to her door and asked her to hand over the goods obtained by an unknown brother through "regular means", how would Harley react?

Harley promised that the guy would definitely get out of Quinn Manor alive, but he couldn't get out of Arkham Island.

If she listened to the Mexican boss, she would call all the boys over, ask them one by one, and finally return the goods, and send the Mexican boss safely out of the country as a gift.

Even if the Mexican boss promises to remember her kindness, Harley herself will definitely die of depression. Most of her younger brothers will be alienated, and the Taoists will treat her as a joke.

In fact, if this kind of thing really happened, Harley would not only not ask for goods for the Mexican boss, but would call her little brother over, praise him, give him some martial arts secret books, some alien pistols, and finally give him some instructions. He "be careful lately, practice hard and go out less often, so as not to be quietly killed by Mexicans."

Of course, Harley is now clean.

There are regulations on what goods can be sold and what goods cannot be touched. If the little brother touches something that he shouldn't touch, Harley will first call all the little brothers to come over and serve him--using black magic, he will send that guy to hell in public.

Then she will gather a group of younger brothers to "recover face" with the Mexican boss.

Obviously, the demon must not have violated the rules set by Lucifer by accepting human sacrifice and thereby obtaining the Sandman helmet.

"Why is there a conflict? I will not provoke Lucifer, but will be grateful for his help." Morpheus said.

Harley had a weird expression, "What if you change your plan after I tell you the reason?

I actually hope you and Lucifer fight and break all hell.

I 'entered the village' secretly, and after achieving my goal, I quietly ran away. "

Morpheus said calmly: "You can try, I won't change the plan."

Harley nodded vigorously, "I really plan to give it a try, but I need your help. Please do me two small favors."

Then she told him what she needed him to do.

Morpheus looked at her for a while, "You are so shameless!"