Chapter 252 The Origin of the Golden Finger

Feeling Iris's emotionally volatile gaze, Carl woke up from his deep sleep.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Carl saw this girl who tried to call herself a girl, but was actually more like a young woman, staring at him.

"What's wrong?"

The other party's gaze was so aggressive that Carl, a young and vigorous young man, couldn't stand it.

Hearing Carl's voice, Iris finally stopped looking at him so directly, but looked into Carl's eyes and asked:

"How did you get your psychic power?"

Hearing Iris's question, Carl was inexplicably relieved.

He was afraid that the other party would say: "How about sleeping with me tonight."

Carl was confident that he could withstand it, but Hope and Ying were hard to say.

The two of them might try to attack Iris.

After relaxing a little, Carl subconsciously put his arm around Hope's shoulders and began to tell about how he and the other party were caught by the Mind Flayer and what happened afterwards.

The other companions around them also heard about the specific experience of the two for the first time, so they pricked up their ears and listened to Carl's story.

Finally, the story ended when the two used the exile technique to return to the main plane. Bain and the other two combined the things that happened when they first met Carl and barely connected the process.

"So that's it. Is it the psychic talent brought by the heart flayer larvae? Unfortunately, this probably can't be replicated."

After listening to Carl's description, Iris muttered to herself with regret.

Carl couldn't help but get a little irritable.

"What's the matter! Can't you just say it directly?"

After saying that, Carl couldn't help but curse those netizens who asked the Riddler to get out of Gotham. Since they said so, the Riddler seemed to multiply and fill various places.

Even if you travel through time, you can still often encounter him.

Perhaps sensing the emotions mixed in Carl's words, Iris smiled apologetically and began to explain.

"Will you enter a strange spiritual world after you fall asleep? That is a special spiritual world called the self-dream world by our dream spirits.

This is a special psychic talent. Now that the connection between the dream world and the main plane is completely disconnected, the dream spirits can only project their influence into reality by connecting to the master of the self-dream world.

In other words, if you accept a dream spirit, your descendants will become dreamers."

It was rare to say this explanation without hiding anything. Iris just stared at Carl quietly, as if waiting for his questions and answers.

But after hearing this, Carl was temporarily in a slightly embarrassing state of having his privacy exposed.

He originally thought that the golden finger was a benefit that he had lost contact with for a long time after crossing, but after listening to Iris's description, it might just be a special psychic talent.

'No wonder it can't add points, and there is no mall to exchange things. It turns out that this is my own ability? ’

Putting away his regretful mood, Carl sat up straight and continued to ask Iris:

“What’s the matter with you telling me this now?”

For no reason, Carl felt that Iris would not bring up this topic for no reason.

Opening her mouth, Iris seemed to really want to make a request, but after her eyes swept to Ying, she closed it again.

After a moment of silence, she spoke again:

“Nothing, just want to remind you that your dream world may be invaded by nightmare spirits. If you feel that your recent emotions are not right, you must tell me in time.”

After saying that, this dark young woman with a riddle-like style turned her head and sat down, and entered meditation again.

“Huh?”

Feeling a little puzzled by Iris’s behavior, Carl’s mouth twitched twice, and then his body leaned back and leaned his weight completely on the back of the chair.

The other party’s reminder reminded him of the strange light ball he saw on the edge of the third layer of dreams.

That is very likely to be the dream spirit and the nightmare spirit.

‘So, I have become a popular commodity like Tang Monk’s meat among the dream spirit group? ’

Resisting the urge to raise his hand to his forehead and sigh to the sky, Carl smacked his lips, feeling a little tired.

Just as he was about to say something, there was suddenly some commotion in the team ahead.

“Why are things happening one after another? Can’t we just let people live peacefully!”

Instantly wearing power armor, Carl flew out of the truck with a suffocating emotion in his chest.

In front of the army of constructs, a group of medium-sized humanoid creatures with white hair all over their bodies, hunched forward, and strong limbs were roaring in disorder and trying to attack.

Carl immediately recognized that this was a creature called Marsh Bear People. They were a race with a certain degree of intelligence, and the key was that they could be domesticated.

Realizing this, Carl immediately raised his head and looked around.

Because of the terrain problem, their team was no longer walking at the highest position, but came to a place similar to a dry river.

This was a very suitable terrain for ambush. As long as some boulders were prepared on both sides in advance, and pushed down when Carl and his team passed by here, those old-fashioned constructs would definitely suffer heavy losses.

The surrounding area did not look like the habitat of the swamp bears, which made Carl subconsciously think that these swamp bears were driven to lure him and others as bait.

However, as Carl looked around, he did not see any ambushers.

There was nothing noteworthy on the cliffs on both sides, let alone boulders.

"What's going on?"

For a moment, Carl was a little confused.

But people can be confused, but cannonballs can't.

"Bang!"

Just as a marsh bear man came forward to attack, the constructs in the first row launched an attack.

The compression and release of magic power produced a sound similar to an explosion, and the cannonballs made by the magic pattern of the continuous-fire weapon flew out of the muzzle in a rotation.

"Puff——"

The flesh and blood body may have a certain degree of protection against ordinary fire guns, but when the caliber reaches the level of "cannon", even monsters with stone skin have to weigh the weight.

There is no doubt that the attack of the construct is quite deadly.

Accompanied by the sound of flesh tearing, blue-purple blood splashed out.

With just one round of volleys, these creatures with a challenge level of only 2 were almost wiped out.

Just as Carl was about to turn around and leave, something suddenly fled quickly from the cliff in the distance.

That thing was not big, probably only as high as Carl's calf at most.

Because there are few small or micro creatures that are particularly strong, and even if there are, they are unlikely to appear in such places, so Carl did not invest energy in this matter. He just thought it was some kind of violent rat, and then returned to the truck and ordered the team to continue moving forward.

At the same time, the ground above.

The thing that just ran away suddenly began to grow larger while running.

It was wearing a piece of linen clothes, and its appearance was no different from that of a swamp bear man, but its eyes were shining with the light of psychic energy.

In the direction where he was running, a drow sat cross-legged, his body lifted by psychic energy, and was slightly suspended above the ground.