Alice's Dream Club

After being stunned for a long time, the goblin realized that what it said was its current body shape, nodded vigorously and shouted: "Yes!"

And there is no need for Lynch to continue to ask, it directly responds to Lynch's other confusion.

"The goblin mainly relies on the big guys in the clan to maintain its own characteristics, but the big guys and the elders have become strange, so now they can only appear in a fixed form outside, unlike in the shadow world and everyone You are so free when there is no problem!"

The fixed form avoided the previous situation where the cognitive difference drove the goblin crazy, but its statement made Lynch raise his eyebrows.

"Big guy? What's that?"

"The big guy is the big guy! It's just..." The goblin pondered for a few seconds, then gesticulated and shouted, "It's a very big guy, the elders said that's one of the roots of the goblin! But after the creator woke up, he didn't Big guys are needed!"

Hearing this statement, the Second Emperor covered his forehead first.

"Why do I feel that this goblin is more confused than me and Alice?"

"It's you who are confused," Alice retorted immediately, "I'm just relatively forgetful."

"Just as forgetful as a fish?"

"Yes, but it's still better than a silly dog."

Seeing that the two were about to fight again, Lynch quickly stopped it - he hadn't eaten his meal yet.

"Okay, okay, anyway, what we have to do at this stage is to go to its own family with the goblin to see the situation. After all, there are too many aspects involved in the goblin. An Asir man. So which one of you is going with me?"

The Second Emperor was of course the first one to raise her hand, as long as there was excitement, she would intervene no matter how many things she had on hand: "I'll go, I'll go, I'll go!"

"Is there any more?"

"I have a lot of things to do here so I won't go," Mu Xinyi put down her chopsticks, "But Banxian, you didn't ask this before, are you planning something again?"

"I really don't have this," Lynch held up three fingers, "Heaven and earth conscience, I just want to ask if any of you are interested in accompanying me to that boring world that doesn't even have a color, after all, that place is very boring after all. .”

"...Then I won't go..."

Before the words fell, Lynch picked up a peanut and flicked it on the forehead of the Second King.

"You have to go, who else can bring me into the Shadow Realm except you? Don't make trouble."

Second King bared his teeth at Lynch at that time.

Then I picked up the peanuts on the table and ate them...

This girl really cherishes food.

Although the goblin looked a bit stupid and dumb, he could still understand the implicit meaning of what Lynch and the others talked about: the club accepted its request.

This was a bit different from what I said before that the transaction needed to be completed, so after Lynch and the others finished their discussion, the goblin flapped its wings and flew onto Lynch's arm.

"Fairies are so poor..."

"Cash on delivery," Lynch poked the goblin, which immediately rolled on his arm, "Besides, with the appearance of Valkyrie, I'm also very interested in what happened to the goblin. of."

The leprechaun understood the statement of cash on delivery right away, and after the tumbling, it immediately threw itself on Lynch's shoulder.

"Good man!"

It happened to be fine now, and the itinerary to go to the goblin was scheduled for the next morning.

Having made up his mind, Lynch went to take a comfortable hot shower, preparing for a good night's sleep to deal with any emergencies that might arise tomorrow.

Nothing unusual happened before going to bed. Until midnight, Lynch, who was almost asleep, heard whispers in his ear.

The content of the whisper was very vague, and it was difficult to hear what the voice was saying, but Lynch could find that his "sight in front of him" was gradually becoming clearer.

When the "line of sight" was completely normal, Lynch found that he was already in a bright and sunny world. This was a place similar to a street. There were not many pedestrians on the street. The two chatted together.

The outfits of these people told Lynch that the place where he was located was obviously not a modern society, and their clothing design should be simpler and full of the atmosphere of a long time ago.

Simply put, it is a gown-like design sewn from a single or multiple layers of fabric.

They wear golden crowns or some side decorations, and their bodies have imprints similar to the sculptures seen in Valhalla. The imprints are silver, like a part of their bodies themselves. Their figures are also very burly, although they are not as huge as Valhalla's sculptures, they are still considered giants to ordinary humans.

Lynch's appearance did not attract anyone's attention, as if he did not exist in the perception of those giants at all.

Looking around for a while, Lynch could see a variety of crystal-like and stone-like buildings that were consistent with Valhalla's design style. The buildings he saw were more complete and perfect than Valhalla. The crystals no longer had cracks, and the stone parts were also broken. It is whiter, without the mottled marks left by the years.

Connecting to the front of the street is a long bridge, which is extremely spacious and leads to the distance.

At the end of the long bridge is a pyramid-like building. Its architectural style is similar to that of Valhalla, but its scale is even larger than Valhalla.

What surprised Lynch the most was not the tall people and the surrounding architectural style, but the sky.

The existence of the sky is very strange, because you can feel the sunshine here, but you can't see the sun at all, as if the sunlight you feel now is artificial.

Suddenly, just as Lynch continued to observe this strange world, a horn sounded in his ears.

The horn sounded melodiously and long, but it made all the people on the street look serious instantly. They rushed to the building at the end of the long bridge, shouting something in words that Lynch couldn't understand.

The horn continued to be sounded, and the weird sky finally experienced a heart-stopping change—a huge shadow emerged outside the sky, as if it had life, slowly hovering outside the sky.

The sky then gradually turned into dusk, and the sound of crashing and explosions that came from nowhere echoed in my ears for a long time.

Huge shadows rose up in the distance. They were like waking giants, or monsters that could not be observed with vision. Their appearance brought destruction to the surrounding area. They moved forward slowly, bringing disaster to the world. Adjacent to the world.

The shadows outside the sky became more and more active, and the palpitating depression brought even more violent broken sounds.

When a violent sound came, a terrifying crack appeared in the sky.

Cracks spread towards the distance under dusk, densely covered like spider webs, as if they were about to shatter and collapse.

Immediately afterwards, the ground trembled unsteadily, and the tremor became more and more violent as time went by, so much so that Lynch had the illusion that the whole world was trembling.

Violent tremors tore the earth apart, and the solid buildings were swallowed by the cracks torn apart by the earth, and then deadly jets gushed out of the gully, instantly turning the wreckage and life of the buildings that tried to fall into it into nothingness in an instant.

The world presents a doomsday scene at this moment, but at the moment when the world is about to collapse, time and space suddenly stand still, and Lynch also finds that he is slowly being stripped out of this doomsday world.

Afterwards, his vision returned to normal, and he was still surrounded by his own bedroom, and the sky outside the window had turned white. Compared with the doomsday he had just experienced, Lynch felt that it was hard to hide the tranquility.

Sitting on the bed in a daze for a moment, Lynch subconsciously looked at his pillow.

Only then did he realize that the goblin was lying beside his pillow at some point, with a painful expression on his face, as if he was having a nightmare.

It whispered something in its mouth. Although it was impossible to hear what it was saying even if it was close, Lynch was sure enough that its whisper was the source of bringing him into that illusory world of doomsday.

Glittering tears hung in the corners of the goblin's eyes, and the pained expression gradually turned into an indelible panic.

After pondering for a long time, Lynch poked lightly to wake up the goblin.

"Wow--!"

Waking up suddenly from the nightmare, the goblin's first reaction was to get under the pillow as much as possible, panic radiated from its body, and Lynch could hear its faint sobbing in the slight trembling.

"The nightmare is over."

Lynch's soft words stopped the goblin from trembling, and it slowly retreated from under the pillow. After looking around for a moment, it suddenly realized that it was not in that doomsday world.

It flapped its wings and flew to Lynch's palm, and when it raised its head, it regained its previous vitality: "My good man, you woke up so early!"

"...?" Lynch couldn't keep up with the fast switching of the fairy state, "What happened to you just now?"

For a while, the goblin still didn't realize what Lynch was referring to, and after thinking for a while, she suddenly came back to her senses.

"Oh! Did I talk in my sleep again? Did I scare the good people?"

The goblin then sat down cross-legged.

"I'm sorry! Fairies don't know how to dream by themselves, but let people around them dream instead of fairies. I apologize if I scare good people!"

"You don't know how to dream, so why were you so scared to drill into the pillow just now?" Lynch poked the goblin.

"Because that's a dream of a fairy!" The fairy didn't respond with any distress. "Although the dream of the fairy will be passed on to the listener, the fairy will still feel the corresponding emotions because of the quality of the dream! So that's great." Are you not angry?"

It would not be angry, but this nightmare made Lynch a little happy: because he saw a lot of pictures that could be used as clues.

However, the dream is the influence of a person's subconscious mind. Although it is not clear what the difference between the structure of a goblin and that of a human is, since this is a dream of a goblin, it is very likely that this is a picture of a certain moment in its memory.

"By the way, if you have a nightmare, has anyone experienced it?"

"There are a lot of people!" The goblin jumped up, "But those people seem to have died because of the problem of lifespan! And every time they have nightmares, they will become crazy, saying that they have creative inspiration and so on. Going to scribble and doodle, it’s so strange.”

Vaguely, Lynch seemed to feel that his cognition of the myth had been destroyed.