Chapter 392 Who Taught You to Weave Dreams Like This?

In the dark cell.

Su Mu sat on a wooden chair, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand. He blew the hot air and took a sip, looking relaxed.

Opposite him was Yuchi Hong, who was tied up.

The majestic spiritual power silently invaded Yuchi Hong's soul, twisting Yuchi Hong's thoughts bit by bit.

After a long time, Yuchi Hong woke up slowly. There was no expression on his face, only his eyes looking at Su Mu were full of fanaticism.

"Chief!"

"Well, tell me about the golden nightmare in Haibin City." Su Mu crossed his legs, picked up the teacup, and sipped the tea leisurely. The dim light in the cell hit his fair face, sometimes bright and sometimes dark.

"Yes, chief!" Yuchi Hong did not hesitate at all and told everything directly.

"The golden nightmare is called Dream Weaver..."

"What weaver?" Su Mu put down the teacup in his hand.

"Dream Weaver."

"Heh." Su Mu raised an inexplicable smile at the corner of his mouth, and then picked up the teacup: "It's really a professional match."

Yuchi Hong continued: "The Dream Weaver has no entity and no direct combat ability. Its only ability is to sneak into the dream, transform into various terrifying monsters, and attack in the dream. Anyone killed by it in the dream will also die in reality and have corresponding scars."

Su Mu nodded, knowing why the nightmare apostles died before, and why everyone died differently.

"And it can't be killed. Even if it dies in the current dream, it can be resurrected in other dreams it has infiltrated. Unless all the people who have dreamed of it die, it is immortal.

I was not careful before and it invaded my dream. In the dream, I was terrified and was no match for it. It hurt my soul."

"Why didn't it kill you?"

"The dream weaver is very intelligent. It is very smart. It knows that killing me will attract the attention of the empire and then send more strong men. It doesn't want to take such a risk, so it threatened me and said that it would give me a chance to live, but I shouldn't prevent it from entering the dream to kill people and devour souls."

"I see." Su Mu drank the tea in the cup and then slowly stood up.

"If the dream weaver comes to you in the dream again, tell it that I have taken over the seaside city. If you don't want to die, ask it to come to the dream to kill me."

"Yes, leader!"

Su Mu left the cell without saying anything more.

He was sure that the Dream Weaver would come, because he didn't want to be exposed and just wanted to develop in secret. Now that the controller of Seaside City had changed, the Dream Weaver would definitely not be able to resist.

Moreover, the Dream Weaver dared to sneak into the dreams of even the gold strongmen at will, let alone himself, who was silver.

All he had to do next was just to have a good sleep.

Dream Weaver? He really wanted to see what level he was at, and how dare he call himself that?

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Tick, tick,

The cold rain fell on the bluestone ground of the dilapidated alley, splashing tiny water droplets.

The alley was very narrow and filled with a damp atmosphere. The mottled walls became more gloomy under the scouring of rain.

The puddles on the ground reflected several flickering street lights, and the light and shadows swayed.

Scattered pedestrians held black umbrellas and silently shuttled through them. If you look down from above, those moving black umbrellas look like ominous flowers blooming in the dark night.

These pedestrians were all wearing solemn black suits, and their steps were hurried but silent, as if they were driven by some mysterious force to attend the funeral.

Su Mu stood quietly in the alley, wearing the same black suit, the only difference was that he didn't have an umbrella in his hand.

He casually glanced at the pedestrians passing by, and the faces under the black umbrellas had no facial features, only pale skin.

Not only this pedestrian, but all the others were like this, as if they were copied from the same mold.

At this time, the black-clad people around him suddenly gathered around him collectively. He was crowded with people, and several black umbrellas were put together, completely isolating the dark sky above Su Mu.

The bodies of the black-clad people were hard and cold, like a cold corpse, and they just stared at Su Mu silently, without saying a word.

Suddenly, a slight smile appeared at the corner of Su Mu's mouth.

He casually glanced around and commented: "The scene is small, the elements are monotonous, the environment is distorted, the content is old-fashioned, and the most important thing is... lack of common sense."

Sumu shook his head in disappointment: "This kind of alley with a sense of age, the bluestone on the ground has no moss? Is this the dream you weaved?

It can't be said to be useless, it's just a pile of garbage.

Who taught you to weave dreams like this?"

It's not known whether Sumu's words touched the soft soul of the dream weaver, and those faceless black-clothed men began to move.

They crowded Sumu forward, and Sumu did not resist, allowing them to squeeze him forward and walk towards the depths of the alley.

Gradually, the scene in the depths of the alley became clear. It was an old house with a sense of age, a shabby red paint door, and two white lanterns hanging on both sides of the eaves, with two large black characters written on it-Dian!

Sumu looked up at the plaque above the old house. The plaque that had been exposed to wind and sun clearly read Su Mansion.

"Ah." Su Mu sighed heavily: "Traditional Chinese characters should be used here. Do I need to teach you this common sense?"

Wuwuwu......

There was a mourning-like sobbing sound in the Su Mansion, as if responding to anger.

Su Mu walked into the old house, which was already full of people in black who came to mourn. He walked straight into the mourning hall and saw a crystal coffin inside. In front of the coffin, several women in black mourning clothes were kneeling and crying sadly.

However, they also had no faces.

Looking at the crystal coffin in front of him, Su Mu frowned slightly: "I will give you one last chance. The person lying in the coffin must not be me. Although people will arouse fear in their genetic instincts when seeing the corpse of the same kind, this fear will deepen as the corpse is similar to themselves.

But... it's too cliché. I hate this feeling of guessing the ending. There is no..."

"Enough!!!"

Bang!

The coffin board was opened from the inside, and Su Mu, who was pale and furious, sat up inside.

With the appearance of Su Mu in the coffin, the whole old house began to shake violently, and the crying around became more and more deafening.

The sky was extremely gloomy, and the wind was blowing outside, just like the scenes of those low-quality horror movies.

"Oh, I knew it."

Su Mu looked at himself in the coffin, looking exactly the same, and shook his head in disappointment: "Why haven't you made any progress? Didn't you listen to a word I just said?"