If you become a monster, you will succeed

"Woo..."

Following a headache, Feng Xue slowly opened his eyes, looking at the room in front of him that hadn't changed, he frowned slightly, and a subtle sense of incongruity came to his heart.

Stretching out his hand to prop himself up from the bed, his eyes swept across the room, everything was so natural, this is a very ordinary hotel single room, whether it is the LCD TV on the wall or the air conditioner above the head, they all seem so reasonable As it should be.

But there was a feeling that told him that all of this should not be like this.

"What's wrong?" Just when Feng Xue frowned and began to think about where the incongruity came from, a pale ghost hand suddenly floated over with a glass of warm water, with a look of "just woke up and drank some water" He handed over the glass of water.

"Tsk tsk, do you think you can kill me again? Wait a minute! Fuck!!!!"

Feng Xue, who took the water glass casually, froze for a moment, and then turned into a strong astonishment. He looked at the expectant look of the ghost hand, and put the water glass by the table casually. It shattered the cloud of doubt covering his head, and made his thoughts clear immediately.

Feng Xue didn't talk nonsense, and immediately began to try to activate her power.

However……

"It failed, or I can't feel it at all, no, not only the power, but also the rules of advent, and I can't even feel the consumption of [consciousness]. Compared with strange stories, I am now more like an ordinary person."

Feng Xue clenched her fist hard, and punched in front of her, a clear cracking sound made him nod slightly.

"Although there is no internal force, all real martial arts based on human body structure can still be used. Interesting, is it really the power of dreams?"

Enduring a mild headache, Feng Xue walked to the window. At this moment, he suddenly had the illusion that everything before, including the ghost story and the infinite city, was all a dream, and the present him was the real illusion.

But the existence of the ghost hand is like a beacon, telling the truth of all this.

In fact, he didn't bring anything into this world, including the clothes on his body, and it wasn't the Kamen Rider armor hidden with hermit powers, but a set of clothing similar to the disguised style.

As for why the ghost hand can follow in...

Probably because it wanted to kill itself.

"The funny phantom is indeed the strongest, but it still succumbs to the basic principle of the phantom."

Feng Xue lamented the omnipotence of the ghost hand, and at the same time secretly rejoiced that the ghost hand was omnipotent only during the "process" of "killing the anchor" (in K language, it means "when this card performs xx" ), otherwise I would not be able to seal it up.

But now, the existence of the ghost hand just rightly helped him avoid the biggest pit in the world.

"Self-knowledge?"

Feng Xue took a deep breath to calm down. This dream world is more troublesome than the ability of Reaper Thirteen, because its memory shielding is two-way. Not only can't remember what happened in the dream in reality, even if you enter In the dream, I still can't remember what I did in the previous few dreams.

Even, if it wasn't for the ghost hand reminding him this time, he would even forget that he is a ghost.

So here comes the question, what are the rules of this weird talk?

I woke up from the dream before, and why.

Will it be reverted after death in this dream?

Or do you have to re-open an account every time you die in a dream?

Or is it simply similar to online games that will not affect the operation of the world after death, but will be reborn directly from the resurrection point next time you enter?

Feng Xue is not very clear about the details, but he does understand one thing, that is, every time he exits the dreamland abnormally, it will become more dangerous.

This kind of danger may be just pure spiritual pollution, or it may be some kind of replacement, replacement, or simply some kind of triggered strange talk power.

In fact, his most troublesome problem at the moment is that he doesn't know how to quit.

Although he had always guessed that he was awakened because he died in a dream, there was no substantive evidence for this. Exiting by suicide may be in the hands of the other party.

"Tsk tsk, this is troublesome."

Feng Xue stood up and pushed open the door of the hotel room. The bright lights instantly made him feel a little wrong, because...

"Why does this hotel use LED lights?"

Although LED lamps are indeed the development trend of lamps, they should still be in the era of incandescent lamps in reality, right?

"The difference in the dream?"

Feng Xue murmured in her heart, and immediately raised her vigilance. Now he is a human being with a little more knowledge reserve, and he is not as powerful as before. He must be as careful as possible in all actions.

With this in mind, Feng Xue walked all the way to the street along the stairs of the hotel, and the night scene that was obviously two levels brighter than before made him speechless.

The community, which was originally in the style of the last century, has become a modern night scene with neon lights, and residential buildings that are fifty or sixty meters high can be seen everywhere.

"It seems to be more troublesome than I imagined."

Even if it is a strange talk, it is impossible to create something out of nothing. Everything must have its cause and effect, even in a dream. With the level of technology at the end of the twentieth century in the reality of this world, even mobile phones are still quite bulky, but look. Looking at the smart phones in the hands of passers-by on the street, you know that this is definitely not a falsehood.

Either, this strange talk directly constructed this dream according to Feng Xue's memory, or, all the technologies in this dream are real.

Of course, there is a worse possibility, that is, the ghost stories of this world also have the ability to cross worlds.

"Considering the game companies in the previous world, the latter is more likely."

Feng Xue searched the streets and alleys for an ATM that seemed to have no problem with a single meal, while searching for anomalies in this world.

Now, as a human being, he doesn't even have the power to perceive the fire of "consciousness" and strange stories...

Wait a moment!

Feng Xue shuddered suddenly, and then turned to look at the ghostly hand on his shoulder. The lines of words that appeared in his eyes made his originally dignified expression suddenly become abnormal.

"My gold finger is still usable?!"

At this moment, all the original anxiety was instantly wiped away, because he knew that the moment he realized this, the strange stories of this world were no longer overwhelming him!

Feng Xue excitedly grabbed the ghost hand on his shoulder, kissed him twice, and started to run wildly under the eyes of passers-by looking crazy.

The crosshair in his field of vision swept back and forth like an fps game, trying to find clues. Although he couldn't capture the information of the real thing, as long as there were traces of ghost stories in this world, then his golden fingers would definitely be able to find the tail !