Chapter 81: The "Nymph" in the Dream"A hospital, it looks like a place to treat injuries." "Yes, that's understandable." Anti and Iris wandered around the eighteenth floor, looking for the staircase that was hidden somewhere. In general, elevators and stairs are usually placed together, but in dreams, it is hard to say. "Why would this happen in a place where injuries are treated?" asked Iris. "Who knows? Human greed is greedy." Anti said casually. Finally, they found the stairwell. Looking at the fire door of the same style, Anti did not open it immediately. The woman who kept giving birth was in the stairwell, and I didn’t know if she was still in there. But his mind was still wandering, and Anti's hand still pushed towards the firewall in front of him. crunch... The old fire door made a classic sound.
Just as Anti pushed the fire door open a crack, a defeated arm covered in blood suddenly stretched out from inside and grabbed Anti's hand. Through the crack in the door, messy blood-stained black hair appeared, and a pair of wide-open eyes stared straight at Anti. Swish! Iris cut off the arm that was holding Anti with a knife, then kicked the door open with great force, and the woman behind the door was kicked out as well. The door opened before his eyes, revealing a bright red stairwell. The pungent smell of blood and decay hit him in the face. Blood spread on the floor, and countless babies' faces emerged in the blood. "Thank you for the hard work. You climbed from the first floor to the eighteenth floor." Anti stepped into the blood, crushing the faces of several newly born monster babies, without paying attention to the horror of the scene. The woman supported herself and climbed up, and the white light attached to Anti's hammer greeted her. Bang! The human head was pressed against the red and white wall, exploding into a bright flower of blood. A large hole appeared in the wall, and cracks spread like a spider web. "Don't worry too much, I will find your child." Anti put away the hammer, used fire to clean the burning blood stains on the hammer, and then shook it lightly again to extinguish the flame. The blood around her consciously gathered towards the woman and climbed up her still twitching body. Iris stepped forward, the light of the sleeping skill reappeared, and the woman was chopped into pieces in an instant. After being stained with the purple-white light, the squirming flesh and blood gradually calmed down. However, Anti noticed that their activity had not completely disappeared, and their state was more like they were in a deep sleep. It's really an interesting power. "Let's go, Mr. Passerby." Iris swung her two swords gracefully, wiping away all the blood, and turned to look at Anti. Even though she was very powerful and could not be underestimated, she always prioritized Anti's will and rarely took the initiative. As she herself said, she was just a guide and a helper. Anti was curious about how powerful Iris could be in her prime without him as a sober person to act as a restriction. Judging from Night Eyes’ evaluation, perhaps it is not inferior to Youshen. The two continued to go upstairs without stopping and went straight to the target level. When I opened the door, I found that this was a high-rise building, but it was darker than the lower floor which was dilapidated and abandoned but at least had good lighting.
As soon as you enter the door, you will see that the photo of the mother in the newborn knowledge on the wall is torn, and the photo of the child appears distorted and deformed. Feeling that he was being watched, Anti turned his head and saw the face of a baby. A baby, half of its body seemed to be missing, with atrophied muscles and missing one hand and one leg, but with insect legs growing out of its back and crawling on the ceiling. He stretched his neck and turned his head not far from Anti, looking straight into Anti's eyes. "Is An Sheng?" An asked. "...Why the hell is it you again?" Then, the child in front of him spoke in a faint, tiny voice. "Sorry, I didn't want to come in either. Something seemed to have gone wrong when I was dealing with the gold coins you dropped." Anti apologized sincerely. "Fuck you." An Busheng cursed. "We just killed your mother... should it be your mother?" An Ti pointed to the stairwell. Elise looked away. Obviously, the facts were correct, and Anti's tone was still sincere, but why was this conversation so outrageous? And it made her seem like an accomplice of evil. "It was her... although I never knew her. What a poor woman, and I was the one who harmed her." An Busheng said in a sinister tone. "So can you let me out?" Anti waved his hand. "I fucking thought so too. Damn it, even after I was killed by you, I can still meet you in the afterlife. You really are a lingering ghost!" An Busheng said gritting his teeth. "This is not the world after death." Iris corrected. An Busheng glanced at Iris and said, "Then why am I here? This is a shitty hospital where my mother was targeted by nymphs because she had no one to rely on. She was injected with nymph fragments and gave birth to a disabled monster like me. What a bunch of morally corrupt people." Iris opened her mouth and was about to reiterate the very long introduction of the riddle, when Anti said: "You should understand it as your own revolving lantern." A smile appeared on Iris's lips. The last time she smiled was when she called Anti a "fool". An Busheng's baby face showed a suspicious look: "So you have to come in and torture me every time I go around? I almost shut myself up when I saw you downstairs just now." "That's why I don't want to come in. This is your dream. I heard that it will be fine as long as you are willing to dismiss it." Anti said. "...I may not be able to do it. I'm just wandering here. It seems that I can't go anywhere else. I also maintain this weak appearance." An Busheng shook his head. His stretched neck looked really abstract when it shook. "Can you stay sober all the time instead of sinking into this dream?" Iris asked at this time. "Although I was a little confused at first, I was scared awake when I saw him." An Busheng replied. Iris frowned slightly: "It seems that you are not the master of the dream, or rather, not completely." boom! A loud noise was heard from not far away. A tall, thin man with a stitched face, dressed in black, overturned a bed to the ground, looked around for something, and slowly approached this place. "Who is that?" An asked. An Busheng was also a little dazed: "I don't know, I haven't seen him when I was wandering here before." Suddenly, the other party's gaze turned sharply to the three people. Suddenly, the distorted face seemed to reveal an ugly smile and began to walk towards this side quickly.
[The "nymph" in the dream: The wandering spirit that invades the dream through the connection with the host, shapes and borrows images that conform to the dream to carry out activities, usurps the authority of the dream, and intends to gain more possibilities for recovery. Its power is limited by the dream, but this dream is originally half of its home ground. ] "It's a nymph, no, it's a nymph." Anti said. Suddenly, countless fine tentacles extended from behind the man with the stitched face, floating behind him and gathering into a wing-like shape, which flapped gently. A large amount of spikes made of flesh and blood flew out from the wings of the flesh tentacles and quickly attacked the three people. Iris was still the first to react, waving her two swords to block all the spikes. But the nymph also took advantage of this opportunity to quickly rush to her. An air-induced vortex appeared at this time, and the nymph's body was pulled and turned, and the oncoming stone hammer came whistling towards it. boom! However, it reacted quickly and easily blocked it with its hand, and its arm turned into a big knife and was about to fall towards Anti who was approaching. A flesh-colored knife cut across the nymph's neck at this moment, and the nymph paused. In this gap, Anti and Iris attacked at the same time, and the hammer covered with white light and the purple-white shining blade fell on the nymph's chest. boom! The surging power burst out, and the nymph flew backwards, sliding a long distance on the corridor floor. An Busheng fell from the ceiling and lay on Anti's shoulder, his stretched neck finally returning to normal. "Isn't it your God? Why is it helping us?" Anti didn't mind and just glanced at him and asked. "...It is the god I wanted to be, but it itself... is just the culprit that led me to this end." An Busheng's eyes were full of gloom and his tone was grim. (End of this chapter)