"You've been in a daze all day, and your mind is absent. What iron are you fighting? I don't know if you thought you entered the Moulin Rouge in Holmes?"

The blacksmith master, who was almost hit by the apprentice, scolded the apprentice Morris in a rage.

The saliva that spewed out was only a lot more than the sparks splashing on the anvil.

Morris lowered his head and let the master reprimand him, feeling aggrieved.

For some reason, I have been having a strange dream lately.

At first, the dream was just a vague raving;

Slowly, the babble became clearer.

"Wandering shadows, wandering deaths, rejoicing in slaughter and defilement, rejoicing in splattered blood, Dagon, Hydra, gaze upon thy sacrifice with delight, till the stars return, and Laraye rises, and thou willst Be redeemed!"

The ravings full of death charm and evil conversion made Morris sleep more and more terrified.

He was afraid... afraid that he would not be able to resist the temptation to pursue that dream!

I don't know how long, the master finally reprimanded tired.

Morris also ended the mental ordeal.

Although compared to the ravings in dreams, it is not worth mentioning.

At night, the blacksmith shop finally closed and went out of the hot furnace house. A gust of wind came, which made the groggy Morris's spirit burst.

He wandered the cold streets, afraid to go home.

But where can you go without going home?

After hesitating for a while, his heart skipped a beat, and he stepped into a dark alley.

While crossing the street, he stopped in front of a slightly old single-family house.

This is a slum area. The houses are stacked like fish scales, and the prongs are difficult to enter. However, this hut can enjoy an open space all by itself. It is conceivable that it has a special status.

He walked to the door, struggled for a long time, and knocked on the door.

"come in!"

An old voice came from the door.

Morris clenched his teeth and pushed open the door.

The oncoming pungent stench made Morris pale, his Adam's apple rolled, and he almost vomited on the spot.

He subconsciously wanted to leave, but when he thought of the ravings in that terrifying dream, he stayed.

"Gollum!"

The vomit that came back to his throat now, and the sour smell from his stomach made him even more uncomfortable.

Looking up, this small hut is full of bottles and cans.

Looking closely, there were clearly various swollen and whitish organs in the bottle.

I don't know if it's human or animal?

Looking inward along the dim candle light source, I saw a sparsely-haired, rickety old wizard beside a corroded stone platform, holding a monocle, polishing a gem.

"The emotional body is sluggish, the mental body is weakened, the celestial body is active... Have a nightmare?"

The old wizard glanced up at Morris and asked casually.

With just one sentence, Morris's apprehension vanished.

He said excitedly: "Yes, Master Heyman, I have been having nightmares over and over for the past few days, I feel like going crazy, please help me!"

He said, suddenly remembered something, and took out all the money on his body: "This is my consultation fee, do you see enough? Not enough, I'll go home and get it."

The old wizard didn't even look at the money Morris took out, and continued to polish the gems, saying, "Tell me about it in detail!"

"Yes Yes……"

Morris nodded hurriedly, and told the ravings of the dream he encountered one by one.

After that, the room fell silent.

Only the rubbing sound of the old wizard grinding gems.

Morris looked at the old wizard eagerly and expectantly, waiting for him to speak.

"You have encountered evil! It only appears in dreams, I am afraid it is a ghost in that place, bring this gem, it will appear in your dream, bring it, and respond to that voice."

The old wizard turned around and took out an emerald from a wooden box behind him and pressed it against the table

"In response to that voice?"

Morris was dumbfounded: "Then...then what?"

"It will fix everything."

The old wizard raised his chin and gestured to the emerald beside the table.

Morris still wanted to ask, but unexpectedly, there was a "cluck" sound from the depths of the room, like a beast roaring, and a demon roaring, interrupting his doubts, he could only ask dryly:

"How much should I pay you?"

"It's settled, come back with the gem."

"This……"

Morris was startled, he glanced at the depths of the room subconsciously, reached out to pick up the gem on the table, and left the wizard's hut full of horror.

The old wizard turned a deaf ear to Morris's reaction.

Not the least bit interested in what happened to him.

Compared to the terror outside the wall, the mere dream erosion is nothing but a disease of scabies.

This young man with the smell of pig iron didn't even know that every piece of pig iron he tapped in his hand was collected from the undead.

It was a more terrifying existence than a ghost in a dream.

...

...

After returning home, Morris simply took a shower, and after a moment of hesitation, he lay down on the hard couch that looked like a coffin, clenched the emerald in his right hand, and closed his eyes.

I don't know if you are too tired? Or the pacification of emeralds?

As soon as he closed his eyes, he seemed to be stepping into the air, falling into the endless abyss of falsehood.

The disgusting but happy babble reverberated again.

'Wandering shadows, wandering deaths, delighted by slaughter and tainted, rejoiced by splashes of blood...'

That soul-sucking voice made Morris' soul scream.

He suddenly remembered something and raised his hand to look.

I saw an emerald appeared in his palm.

"You... who are you?!"

Morris screamed.

As soon as the sound came out, the whispering voice in the dream suddenly stopped.

"Hu Chi... Hu Chi..."

Morris, who was in a deep sleep, suddenly opened his eyes. He looked at the familiar ceiling, and then subconsciously looked at his palm.

The emerald still lay quietly.

"This is... the end?"

He looked at the emerald in disbelief.

A thought that made him horrified and angry emerged.

He has heard people say:

All the evil things are actually done by the old wizard. Whenever he is short of money, he will send the elite zombies he supports to harass others and cheat money.

If...if that's true...no wonder he could tell at a glance that I was having a nightmare.

This, this must be his order!

The more Morris thought about it, the more likely it was.

Looking at the emerald in his hand, he became more disgusted. In the end, he got angry in his heart and suddenly threw the emerald out.

The emerald hit the wall, bounced off, and rolled by the window, hitting Xuan'er, as if mocking Morris' incompetent rage!

——What can you do if you perceive the truth? Shouldn't you be obedient to send money?

Morris stared at the emerald with red eyes, his expression suddenly panicked.

Under the faint moonlight, countless slippery and pitch-black tentacles were reflected on the wall, traversing the gap between reality and fantasy in intertwined twists, sweeping up, drowning Morris... and dragging them into the darkness hidden under the bed.

"No—uh..."

Morris screamed.

Before the sound came out~lightnovelpub.net~ a tentacle suddenly swept into his mouth, blocking his throat and strangling the remaining struggle.

In the bloodshot and wide eyes, there is a glimmer of enlightenment that is beyond regret!

In the abyss of his dream, he responded to the indescribable existence.

The existence lurking in the darkness of the dream, raving, found him and summoned him...

"Woooo..."

Morris roared loudly, desperately grabbing the emerald that had fallen by the bed, and the whitish fingertips burst out with a power that had never been released even by blacksmithing.

He...he got it!

A smirk flashed across Morris' face.

"Bang!"

The door from the abyss of dreams slammed shut, and countless loathsome, slimy, indescribable tentacles dragged him, the smug joy, and the emerald into the boundless abyss, engulfing them all.