Chapter 86 The End of the Dream Walk into a new the previous rooms, this one had blood splattered all over the floor and walls. There is a clear contrast between the black bloodstain and the bright red bloodstain on the windowsill. Flies and insects danced happily among the blood. After the two entered the room, the black blood began to wriggle and gave birth to several short men's stitched faces. "Whose child is this?" Iris slowly drew out her double swords, but just as those stitched faces were about to move, a white shadow flashed through the air with a sound of breaking through, and their heads shattered one after another. Anti lightly swung the lifeless staff, retracted it, and tapped the ground again. The dark red blood was completely absorbed by the staff. However, after these little stitched-face creatures were shot in the head, their bodies no longer made any strange movements, not even a single movement, and they died quietly. I was originally planning to open my inner garment to expose my mouth, but gave up the idea. Anti didn't know whether eating so much meat in the dream counted or not. At least according to Big Mouth's feedback, there is indeed a sense of fullness, and even strength can be extracted.
Obviously, even if it is a dream, this place called the dream gap is a real "reality". Suddenly, there was a noisy sound in my ears again. boom! As soon as he came up, he heard a sound that seemed to be the head hitting a hard object. Anti subconsciously looked at the unique bright red bloodstain on the windowsill. "You're a thing with broken arms and legs! Don't you dare show up in front of me!" "I hate the look in your eyes, you useless thing. You will only become food in the future." The scolding didn't sound like he was very old, but his tone was not gentle at all, and was even very violent and fierce. After a moment of silence, the sound reappeared. "No, are you okay... We came to see you. We were often bullied by them, too. They learned about miracles earlier than us and have eaten a lot of meat. We can't beat them." "We'll wipe it for you..." "You want revenge? That's difficult, but I heard that the people here are looking for a host for an arm, and the adults are very concerned about that. If you become the host of that arm, maybe you won't be bullied by them anymore." The voice gradually faded away. Anti took a look at the bloodstains in the room, and left silently with Iris. "They raise the children they collect here." Iris said. Anti nodded: "Although whether it can be called 'raising' is still debatable." They continued to explore and soon discovered a basement. But as soon as Iris pushed the door open, she frowned. The pungent stench of blood is enough to make ordinary people who just came in here faint. There were piles of bones with flesh threads on them in front of me. Flesh and blood residues could be found in every corner of this dark basement. Most of the bones were children's bones, and they were almost piled up into a mountain. I don’t know whether it is really so exaggerated in reality or just an embellishment and exaggeration in the dream.
A figure seemed to be picking through the bones, whispering, "What a waste of children! So many bones cannot be digested. What a pity! They can only be used as materials for the ritual." Suddenly, he raised his head and turned to look at Anti and Iris. Sure enough, it was still the usual stitched face in this dream, with sinister eyes. "You are...ah, the disabled child who was brought back before...um...you are born with the flesh and blood of God. Maybe you will be a big shot in the organization in the future...why are you looking for a small person like me?" "Oh? You want these bones? No, these are mine, they are my work, you are not allowed to take them... I was hoping that these things would bring me closer to God." Anti followed the voice's instructions and walked towards the figure with his cane. "What are you going to do? Hehe, are you planning to take action? Even if you have great talent, Yirou's strength is still..." Anti swung his hand, and the cane turned into a whip blade that gripped the head of the stitched-face monster in front of him. He pulled hard, tearing it into pieces in an instant. After turning back into a cane and tapping the ground, Anti looked at the pile of bones in front of him. “…I’m no match for even a child, wuwu…But what do you need so many bones for? Even if you want to digest them by yourself…Oh? So that’s how it is…Haha…Hahaha…Idiot, you actually have friends? You want to help them? Friends in this place…Hahahaha! I was wrong, you’re a loser and you’ll never become someone big!” The sound disappeared, and Anti turned to Iris at the door and said, "It stinks, get out." Elise nodded silently. As they walked along, their anxious steps at the beginning turned into a normal stroll. I saw countless dreams, which might be images from past memories. The first stop in life is to crawl out of hell, and the second stop in life is to struggle on the road of suffering. If he had not met a partner who could support each other, he might have died on the road early. He envied the bodies of normal people, but perhaps because he was born with nymph fragments, his changed flesh could not directly fill the defects. He could only give birth to extra limbs and lived a deformed life. He climbed up with his friends who were good to him. In fact, he had already reserved that position, but his pursuit was not strong until he met those weak children. He promised them. He will become the arm of a nymph, and he will become a nymph again, and become like the nymph, with perfect flesh, great strength, and endless life. By then, they will be God's messengers, accompanying him to travel in the dream world, leaving the terrible blue planet, and leaving this shitty cesspool. Driven by this thought, he walked along the path he should take, and then that night... After seeking advice from Anti, Iris reached out and pushed open the last door in front of her. The squirming arms climbed up the child's mutilated body, covering half of it. His body was no longer mutilated, but it had become even more terrifying and inhuman. Surrounded by countless stitched faces, the child in front of him trembled and let out a roar like an insect towards the sky. [An Busheng in the dream: You have seen his memories and experiences, and have become the end of his actual life. No need to say more, send him to his final eternal sleep. ] Iris showed her two swords from behind, and Anti walked slowly, tapping the ground lightly with his pale cane.
In the dream, An Busheng looked at Anti, his eyes briefly lingered on Anti's cane, and then moved to Anti's body. "Ah!" With a loud shout, he rushed towards Anti and Iris and jumped high. …… …… "They failed, and the person who ended all their visions..." Iris slowly put away the knife, still without the habit of wiping the blood off her body. "It's me." Anti held the scepter, gently shook off the broken flesh on his body, and answered casually. "How do you feel, Mr. Passenger?" Anti tilted his head and looked away from the corpse that turned into white mist and disappeared in front of him: "Feeling? What can you feel?" Iris stared at Anti. "It's just killing. For those who struggle with all their might and by any means necessary, dying due to inferior skills is a very common ending." Anti said as he twirled his cane and walked towards the wall of the orphanage that he and Iris had broken in the battle. Iris followed him, and the two left the welfare home. The scene changed again, and in front of them was a field of purple and white flowers. "This time, it should finally be over." As soon as Anti finished speaking, he suddenly felt a little sleepy. It was rare, and the best sleep he had ever enjoyed in this world was when he fainted from the pain of Lebanon's regeneration. "This journey is over, Mr. Passerby. Although the process is not pleasant at all, I still wish you a happy and sober life." Iris left Anti and walked towards the flower field. "Will I come to this place again? In the gap between this dream?" An asked. "What's wrong? Is there anything worth remembering in the dream? Forget it. It would be bad if you stay in the dream for too long and never wake up again." Iris stopped and said slowly. "No, it's quite fun, although a bit troublesome." An Ti said. Iris turned her head and looked at Anti quietly. After a moment, she said, "Come to think of it, Mr. Passerby, who are you? Why do you have a bell to call me? Why are you so strange?" "I'm just a worker..." Halfway through his words, Anti suddenly fell down, and his vision became completely blurred. …… Anti opened his eyes again. This time, it was definitely the normal forging room. He came back from the dream. Getting up from the ground, he suddenly felt as if he was holding something in his right hand. Looking down, the pale lifeless cane lay quietly in his hand, the arm-like handle holding his arm in reverse, as if he was not going to let go easily. (End of this chapter)
