MTL - Carefree Path of Dreams-v2 Chapter 1153 Take control

On an island.

In a certain jungle, a large number of fortifications were built, and the most central one was suddenly heard.

Step on!

The rush of footsteps came and opened the door that had been dusty for a long time.

Immediately, they saw Barton, who had bare body and climbed out of a giant eggshell.

"Are you dead again?"

Barton took the towel with a blank expression and began to wipe the mucus from his body: "What time is it? When was the last time I came?"

"The director, the date you last came to remember, is 400 years of black iron calendar, now it is 401 years of black iron calendar, the month of Aries..."

Several investigative members answered with respect.

"It seems that I am dead again..."

Barton no expression: "Where did I go?"

"According to the latest contact information, it is ready to deal with the dark rituals of Kimbert City...but..."

Just as these members stuttered, a few quick alarms suddenly sounded.

"Is there another adult's fate that has revived?"

The left-behind member opened his mouth: "Is the headquarters of the investigation office attacked?"

"Compared to that, I am more interested in the dark rituals in Kimbert..." Barton dressed and walked outside and saw several other senior investigators: "Gentlemen... We are in trouble, But before that, go check and treat together..."

......

"Different ability!"

Fang Yuan’s gaze is not far away. I have seen it here for a long time. I can’t help but marvel: “Isn’t it a resurrection, but a means of copying, storing, and copying memories? Is this done by extraordinary means? Reborn..."

In fact, the real Barton, who has died long ago, does not know how many times.

After the survival, it is his clone, and the memory of the re-enactment.

Although it is only a replica, when the authenticity disappears completely, the rest of the nature is the only authentic.

Of course, it is a breeze to let Barton completely perish with the power of Fang Yuan.

For example... In his memory, planting a brand of horror, no matter what replica of the memory is reborn, immediately will encounter bad luck and eventually destroy!

"But... this kind of small fish, not even the second time to kill..."

Fang Yuan shook his head and made a snap.

Step on!

Along with the footsteps, many zombie-like investigators came to him.

"Go!"

To make trouble for the investigation office, the previous appetizer.

The real version of the biohazard is the dinner!

"Maybe... there is a little egg!"

Looking at the ruined Barton's body on the ground, Fang Yuan smiled and a vine was directly penetrated into the body.

Hey! Hey!

The squeaking sound of the vines, like venomous snakes, smashed Barton’s original bones and replaced his original bones, staggering and turning into a half-human and half-planted monster. .

"I hope that when you kill the monsters that your body has become, you can be more determined..."

Fang Yuan slightly looked forward to the tunnel and disappeared into the void.

......

Kimbert City, outside the ghost house.

A group of black people came silently and successfully completed the blockade.

"The first group, broke in!"

Ryan was silent for a long time and finally issued an order.

Hey!

A black squad climbed through the window and was equipped with enchanting bullets, voodoo dolls and other extraordinary items.

"Second Group!"

"The third group!"

......

Not long after, various feedbacks came in order:

"The back garden is normal!"

"The corridor is normal!"

"The living room is normal!"

"No enemies and fight marks were found!"

"Block the study! Come with me!" Ryan took a deep breath, took the two extraordinary men, and walked into the Robert Ghost House from the gate.

"Haha... all relax!" Simon embraced his hands, followed by two reincarnations with black cloaks, but it was very easy: "The extraordinary seeds of dreams have been absorbed by Nietzsche, even if they survive, It will be especially powerful..."

"This is not necessarily, let alone the oil painting can make the original man of this mansion completely destroyed..." Ryan looked solemn and solemn, took a deep breath before the study, and pushed the door open with both hands.

Oops!

The door of the study was opened and everything behind it appeared.

The bookshelves are lined up, and the light and shadow are mottled.

All things seem to be no different from before, and Nietzsche can't help but see.

"It is it, dream!"

Immediately, Simon’s voice passed over.

Nietzsche regained his spirit, patted his face and saw the oil on the wall.

‘Okay... It seems that the Andy boss really painted a fake painting to deceive people... but why, both of them give me the feeling that it’s so real? ‘He really couldn’t figure it out. Suddenly, there seemed to be a thunder and lightning to know the sea: ‘No... I should say that the counterfeit in the grocery store feels even more terrifying! ’

"Simon!" Ryan gave a wink.

Simon gestured, and the body of a returning soul immediately came forward, covering the oil painting with a black cloth and taking it down.

"all the best!"

Simon grinned: "I said... it was auctioned so many times, how did it show up before?"

"Well, let your servants take it out, be careful all the way, we will return to the base!" Ryan did not dare to care.

The group walked out of the study and came to the gate.

"It seems... some have gone too far?"

Nietzsche thought silently, when this thought came to light, the fireball in his head suddenly expanded, giving off the heat of the heat.

"Ah!" He couldn't help but hold his eyes, feeling as if he had caught two stoves!

"Nietzsche, what happened?"

Simon walked over and reached out to the palm of his hand, hoping to pat his shoulder.

But in Nietzsche's bloodshot eyes, the flesh and blood of this palm is constantly falling, leaving only white bones.

"What's wrong, Nietzsche?" Ryan looked at with concern, and the flesh of his face fell off like a burning oil painting.

"what!!!"

Nietzsche screamed, his hands burning flames, and he grabbed Simon and Ryan.

raging!

The golden flame spread from him, igniting the two monsters and turning them into torches.

In an instant, the surrounding environment changed again.

Nietzsche found himself back to the study, but there was no one around.

On the opposite wall, Ryan’s half body has been sucked into the oil painting, and Simon is completely missing.

“After entering the study, we entered our own illusion world?”

Nietzsche bit his lip, stepping forward and grabbing Ryan's legs, as if pulling the radish, pulling him out of the wall.

After pulling Ryan out, he suddenly saw a hand!

This palm is pale and illusory, and delicate and delicate, as if from a girl, grabbing Ryan's collar.

Ryan’s face was stunned, and the other side dragged him into the painting.

"You... I don't think about it!"

Nietzsche stepped forward and knocked out the girl's illusory palm and watched her retreat into the oil painting.

"Simon! Simon!"

He shouted a few times, and there was no response around him. A heart could not help sinking.

The extraordinary person who made earlier achievements than him, has many abilities such as voodoo, and his mind is extremely delicate. Simon, who is excellent in all aspects, died so unclearly?

In the extraordinary extraordinary events, sometimes even the extraordinary, there is no difference with ordinary people!

"Hurry and leave!"

Nietzsche took Ryan and came to the study door, but found that the two main entrances did not know when it was closed.

And in the walls of the four sides, it seems that there is no cry everywhere.

"come back!"

"come back!"

"Combine with us!"

"Integral with the supreme and great!"

......

A variety of proverbs emerged in the ears of Nietzsche.

When he turned back, he saw that the starry sky in the fantasy oil painting was constantly distorted and magnified, turning into a personal shadow... both the girl in the nightgown and the various servants, and even Mr. Robert who had seen it that day.

At the very center, it is the appearance of a young man, it is Simon!

A variety of voices are heard from them.

Countless pale palms began to reach Nietzsche.

"No! You can't think about it!"

Nietzsche’s eyes were determined and he was working hard to run the idea of ​​a big day, surrounded by golden flames.

A ghost was lit by him and turned into a torch.

In the end, his hands were placed on the picture frame: "Go to hell!"

The golden flame falls on the dream oil painting.

Oh!

Suddenly, it seems that the boiling oil has encountered cold water, and a lot of smoke has risen from the oil painting.

Along with it, there are all kinds of sharp screams.

Nietzsche felt that his hands did not seem to belong to himself, bringing the biting coldness.

"Burning! Burn everything, sun inflammation!"

His look was cold and he was holding the picture frame without any relaxation.

Finally, a sparking star emerged in the middle of the oil painting, and it was difficult to burn a small hole.

Oh la la!

A large amount of plasma emerged from the oil painting and landed on the ground, as if it were a source of spring water, forming a small pond.

Even if Nietzsche can't imagine it, there is so much blood hidden in a painting!

raging!

The golden flames continued to expand, completely igniting the oil paintings.

Nietzsche only felt a powerful force, coming from his hands and injecting his head, unable to turn his eyes and faint...

......

Hot!

It seems to be thrown into the noon desert, the high temperature sweeps, and the heat waves roll.

Suddenly, not far away, a clear spring emerged.

Nietzsche was overjoyed, but suddenly found the spring above, reflecting the reflection of Simon.

Oh!

Simon's hands slammed across the water, grabbed Nietzsche's neck and dragged him into the water.

"what!"

Nietzsche screamed and woke up, only to find that it was just a dream, and he was lying in a hospital bed.

"Nietzsche, you finally woke up..." It didn't take long for Ryan to appear in front of him: "This time we explored the ghost house, we lost Simon..."

"It turned out that the previous encounter was not a dream..." Nietzsche had a lot of stunned moments, but looking at his own hands, he suddenly stayed.

Because he feels that the strength of the body is still hot, but it can be completely manipulated.

This represents the progress of extraordinary power, and it has reached the level of the master!

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