Monster Collector [Unlimited]

night.

The butler stared at Xiao Xie Changli after completing today's practice, and soon took him back to the room to fall asleep.

Xia Shen followed beside him silently, sitting by the window, watching Xie Changli sink into a dream as soon as his head touched the pillow.

He looked sideways at the garden outside the window. Under the moonlight, the budding flowers were like a dream.

No wonder...

Xia Shen really wanted to take this child out of this huge cold cage, but now he can only become a bystander in the dream.

Thinking about it, Xia Shen leaned on the window sill and planned to go down, at least he could explore the way for the next escape plan.

The moment he raised his arm, Xia Shen's pupils shrank slightly, and he clearly saw the curtain on one side move slightly.

As if I could have an impact on the world.

Xia Shen immediately tested it. On this night, he seemed to have a physical body all of a sudden. He could walk on the floor freely, gather up the scattered dolls and toys, and put them into boxes.

Likewise, he can gently raise the kicked-off quilt for a sleeping child.

Xia Shen was silent for a moment, then raised his hand again, the power surged through his body, and soon gathered at his fingertips, condensing into a long black sword.

Very well, now he can also use the props brought out by Infinity Services.

The moonlight shrouded the bed, and the sleeping child frowned for some reason.

Xie Changli is having a nightmare, a dream that has been constantly developing and experiencing during the days when he was lethargic.

In the dream, he stood under a radiant star, countless stars danced and danced above his head, and the whisper from the stars was like an ancient hymn.

Those whispers, those notes, seemed to have substance, fell on his fingertips, and then dripped onto the ground under his feet.

The solid black ground couldn't bear the dripping notes, and soon made a sizzle sound, opening a small gap.

Xie Changli squatted on the ground and looked through the gap.

He had never been able to see anything through the gap before, he could only hear endless howls and wailing, and then he would wake up in this horrible cry, sit up from the bed covered in cold sweat, and then be caught again Endless drowsiness pulls into this nightmare.

But this time, something has been changed.

There was a bloody light in his eyes, and he saw a beautiful and bright garden—it was his garden, with the same layout and the same flowers.

Those notes were not consumed during the process of corroding the ground, and soon fell briskly in the garden, and then spread rapidly, like a layer of black mist.

In the mist, there are strange monsters.

Xie Changli looked up, the stars were still singing and dancing, and the notes of monsters kept falling on the ground, and soon one big hole after another was corroded, and more and more monsters invaded his world along the big holes.

Screams, howls, and roars lingered in his ears uninterruptedly, like strands of thread, binding his hands and feet and controlling him under the starlight.

In a trance, Xie Changli suddenly realized something.

It was he who saw the starlight, he heard the song that cannot be heard by humans, it was he who served as a bridge connecting the starry sky and the earth, it was his dream that opened a door for monsters to pass through.

Xie Changli woke up suddenly, this time every detail of the dream was firmly stored in his mind.

"What's wrong?" Xia Shen asked softly and considerately.

Xie Changli's eyes were glazed, his thoughts were still in the space of the dream, the fact that happened in the dream.

"It's okay." He said slowly, got off the bed and stepped on his slippers, walked all the way to the window, and looked around.

Xia Shen noticed that something was wrong with him, followed him worriedly, and also looked out the window.

The moonlight is like silver water, watering the garden downstairs, peaceful and peaceful, everything is as usual.

However, Xie Changli saw the black mist covering the garden, and saw monsters wriggling, jumping, and dancing in the mist.

He raised his head. In this night, there was only the moon and no stars. In his eyes, the huge white moon gradually became square, like an opened door, and then there were all kinds of monsters that could not be described in words. , the hazy light on the edge of the moon has also become clearly visible - that is one after another small curled tentacles, which are slowly stretching outward.

Clouds of black mist fell from the sky, fell to the ground, and spread rapidly.

Dream monsters are invading the world.

"Doomsday." Xie Changli muttered to himself, "I shouldn't exist in this world..."

Xia Shen only heard the last half of the sentence clearly, and his heart shook. According to his understanding of Xie Changli, the other party was not someone who would give up his life easily, so he immediately looked over nervously.

It happened to meet those red clear eyes.

Not depression, not world-weary, but a clear and cold statement of a fact.

Xie Changli soon saw the black cat curled up on the edge of the mist, and the kitten he raised for 6 months was meowing and walking towards him.

The moment the little cat approached him, the hallucination dissipated, and Xie Changli woke up, covering his eyes with the back of his hand: "Xia Shen?"

This time he clearly felt the warm touch of the man's hand on his face.

It seems that his hallucinations are more serious than before, Xie Changli thought.

"I'm here, what did you just see?" Xia Shen looked a little serious, and told him intuitively that what Xie Changli saw just now would be the key to this dungeon.

Xie Changli: "I seem to see Mimi again."

He paused, and added, "I had a kitten before."

The bell tower outside rang five times, and the lights of the entire manor were lit up in an instant, shrouded in a brilliant light.

"It's time for morning class." Xie Changli turned his head to look at the door, at which time someone knocked lightly on the door.

Xia Shen looked around the room, not sure if other people could see him now, so he immediately hid in the closet where he first came in.

Aunt Song, who pushed the door open, looked around the room first: "I seemed to hear voices just now?"

Xie Changli sat on the edge of the bed, kicking his legs lightly: "I think I saw Mimi."

Aunt Song did not continue to ask, and brought him the clothes to change today: "Today is Sunday, Madam will check your homework routinely, are you ready?"

Xie Changli put on a small dress, his eyelids drooped, showing no emotion: "Get ready."

Aunt Song breathed a sigh of relief and took his hand down the stairs.

Xie Changli couldn't help turning his head back, and sure enough, he saw his new hallucination partner Xia Shen start to follow him on tiptoe, nervous as if other people who came back and forth could also see him.

"Xiao Li." Madam's voice interrupted his wandering.

The two works of this week were put on the table by the wife, and he looked at every detail with critical eyes: "The work done during this period is not serious enough, and the colors used are dirty, which is not as good as that of your father's age." The use of color and the proportion of the structure are not right..."

Xie Changli looked at his toes. He might have felt sad and guilty about this kind of criticism before, but this time, these words were like wind blowing past his ears, and he quickly put them out of his mind.

"Let's take a look at your sculpture again," Madam said, and brought over the statue he had in the practice room when he was depressed. The originally calm and indifferent voice suddenly brought a little anger, "It's useless."

The statue this time is really clumsy. Xie Changli looked at the distorted human body, and his right thumb curled up slightly unconsciously. He always felt that it looked familiar to the arm of a portrait. The distorted arc was not like the effect of a normal human skeleton. Some kind of curled tentacles.

tentacle……

Xie Changli seemed to be drawn into that nightmare again, his face turned pale, his upper and lower eyelids were constantly fighting, and he looked drowsy.

thump—

The prepared materials were thrown on the table, and there was a loud noise in front of him, causing Xie Changli to raise his head abruptly, barely struggling out of the drowsiness that made him sink deeper and deeper like a swamp.

Madam's sharp eyes shined through the flat mirror, full of hatred for iron and steel: "Make another one, and I will watch you do it here."

Xie Changli picked up the carving knife, and sleepiness was like a pervasive bug, traveling through his brain, eating away at the last clear consciousness.

But his hand seemed to have its own consciousness the moment he got the carving knife, and began to carve naturally and smoothly.

The curves of those curved and twisted ball knots gradually emerged on the plaster under his knife. It was a rising bright moon, which looked like a circle, but it looked like a square from another angle. The edge sticks out, constantly swallowing and wriggling.

The stone statue, which would make anyone dizzy, dizzy, and nauseated, just bloomed under his hands, so lifelike that it made one's scalp tingle.

"Stop it." Madam's shrill voice suddenly sounded.

Xie Changli's right hand holding the carving knife was roughly grabbed, and the carving knife was pulled out and thrown to the ground with a snap.

The statue was also pushed down at this time, smashed to pieces on the ground.

The momentary state of fantasy faded from Xie Changli's body, he raised his head, only a little red remained in his black eyes.

Madam seemed to be aware of her gaffe, she sat back on the chair, lifted her sweat-drenched hair slightly, and said softly, "You should carve portraits."

Xie Changli nodded, and took a step forward to remake the statue, but his hand was held down halfway.

Madam's gaze was scrutinizing, as if she wanted to see something behind him.

"Mother?" Xie Changli asked softly.

"It's okay," Madam let go, covering her eyes with one hand, her voice became softer and weaker, and she could hardly hear clearly, "I'm a little tired, I'm going back to rest first."

Aunt Song seemed to have regained her senses at this time, she stepped forward to support Madam, and asked the housekeeper to come and take Xie Changli away: "Young Master, go back and rest."

Xie Changli left without knowing why.

And Xia Shen still found a way to follow behind the two of them.

Madam seems to be extremely weak, her voice is very low when communicating with Aunt Song, and only one sentence can be heard when she speaks louder——

"It's so similar, he is too similar to him at that time..."