All Worlds Madhouse

After Hannibal saw Freddy appear in such a terrifying way, he just looked at him silently without any unnecessary expression.

Freddy didn't know what he was about to face yet, so he still rubbed the blade with a grin and walked towards the opponent step by step.

"Keke~ You ungrateful guys actually dare to ignore my warning, then I will punish you." He said: "From then on, let's start with your feet. My fingers are going to dig into the soles of your feet, and then dig out a bloody hole in them—hahaha—"

"So, are you that kind of spiritual body in 'parasitic' mode?" Hannibal asked suddenly, completely ignoring the other party's threat.

"Huh?" Freddy was stunned. He didn't understand what Hannibal said.

"You must rely on something to exist. Based on your various behaviors during this period, I guess what you need is 'memory'. You need to let others remember you in order to survive, so Andrew and Alice learned After your name, you can affect it in the dream." Hannibal said: "This attribute is pretty good, because as long as one person still remembers you, you will not die, but there are also disadvantages. , because as long as others forget you, you will no longer exist.”

"Asshole, you...what are you talking about!" Freddy seemed a little angry, because what Hannibal said was right.

"So, in so many years, people in this town have forgotten you, right? In other words, you have always been in a half-dead state, but 'Andrew' doesn't know why, it seems that suddenly Knowing the existence of a person like you, you have resurrected. So if I were you, the most important thing for me now is to let more people remember me. Therefore, I need to create chaos, the more terrifying it is. The better the chaos, let those horrible legends about me surface again, and let everyone remember that there is such a devil as [Freddy], right?"

Hannibal told all of Freddy's thoughts in a very short period of time.

Freddy was stunned. He blinked, a little at a loss.

Well - actually, it’s not his fault. Think about it, a self-proclaimed devil has been researching a grand plan for several years, and just as he was about to start implementing it, a passerby revealed it in just a few minutes. Then doesn't this plan seem a bit too low? Moreover, it is simply an insult to my own IQ.

Well, IQ can be insulted, but face cannot be lost. Freddy continued to put on that ferocious expression: "Giggle~ You are very smart, you can come up with my uncle's plan so quickly, but what's the point? "When people are in absolute pain, they will always feel fear, and fear is the source of my strength."

"But, I'm dreaming." Hannibal suddenly interrupted the other party.

"What?"

Hannibal shook his head. It felt like he was explaining a math problem to a student whose IQ couldn't keep up: "I mean, I'm dreaming. Everyone in the dream already knows that they are dreaming. Why?" Are you still afraid of illusory things?"

"Oh, you are so naive. Do you think you won't be afraid if you know you are dreaming? You don't even know what pain is!! Hahaha——"

"What a coincidence. Not long ago, I happened to experience the most extreme pain. If you are interested, I can ask Ziliang to make an appointment for you." Hannibal said lightly.

".??" Freddy didn't follow Hannibal's train of thought, but it didn't matter. His top priority now was to kill this bastard quickly.

But at this moment.

With a "click", the door of this room was pushed open, and then, a man wearing a wrinkled jacket and a little messy hair walked in.

"Where is this?" Will asked as he looked around with confusion, then looked at the blood all over the floor with disgust.

Hannibal did not show any surprise at Will's appearance: "Oh, I seem to have been pulled into a dream by this guy. It seems that this dream is not very complete, so it affects my thinking palace. "

Will glanced at Freddy with a dissatisfied look on his face: "Why do you always provoke such weird people? Well, why does this person look like this?"

"I don't know, maybe it's some kind of performance art." Hannibal replied.

Freddy was stunned again. He never expected that there was another person living in Hannibal's consciousness, and as soon as this person came out, he started chatting with Hannibal. This was totally out of the question. Take it personally.

"You two! Enough is enough!" He finally couldn't hold it in any longer and shouted: "You bastards, you ignore me over and over again, okay, then I will kill you too!"

Upon hearing this, Will turned his attention to Freddy and began to look unhappy.

Hannibal took a look and said: "Well, if I were you, I would apologize. This guy is not as easy to talk to as me."

"Damn it, you actually asked me to apologize?" Freddy yelled, scratching his neck, feeling that he couldn't hold his face as the big devil, so he didn't say anything more and rushed towards Will with a quick stride.

In the dream, he had some confidence in his abilities, so he planned to chop this guy into pieces as quickly as possible to show off his power.

And the next second, with a "bang", Freddy was kicked back and fell to the ground.

He was completely stunned and hurriedly stood up with all his strength. But then he found that another person appeared in front of him.

".?" He stared blankly in front of him, a little puzzled: "Could it be that there are three people living in this guy's mind!?"

Before he could recover,

The "Kara" door was opened again.

"Ah, ah, ah, where is this? How did we end up in a place like this?"

Another voice came to mind.

"Four?!" Freddy was so frightened that he thought, is this person a monster? How is it possible that there are four people living in someone's head, and they all seem to be independent personalities? !

Immediately afterwards, he saw people starting to come in from outside the door.

One, two, three. It was like queuing up to visit. All kinds of people, old and young, men and women, came in one after another. They all looked around in confusion, and some at each other. While chatting, dozens of people filled the small living room in no time.

Freddy felt that his legs were a little weak, but he still stood strong. He was actually secretly holding on to the wall.

However, suddenly, he seemed to see out of the window with his peripheral vision.

There was a dense crowd there, about a hundred or so people, and it seemed that there was not enough room to squeeze in.