hunter rule

"You know me?"

After hearing Zhao Guangli's words, the man's slightly surprised voice came from the phone.

Zhao Guangli heard the man's admission, but he was not sure.

In the sub-hell zone, no one can be trusted.

Who knows what's going on on the other end of the phone?

"Are you currently in Night Town? What situation are you in? Can you meet me?"

Zhao Guangli asked three questions in a row.

Of these three questions, Zhao Guangli knew the answer to one.

In the Song Garden, Zhao Guangli found the black umbrella, and the message left in the black umbrella was lost. Zhao Guangli heard the name of Caesar Ackerman for the first time.

One of the three legendary stars of mankind has been missing for a long time, and almost no one knows where he is.

The message left in the black umbrella shows that this perfect human being fell into the so-called "Deep Dream" and spent more than three hundred years in the "Deep Dream".

"I am in [Deep Dreamland] now. To be precise, Night Town is the gate to [Deep Dreamland]. I can't meet you now. I didn't even expect to be able to get through this call."

"People in reality and shallow dreams cannot receive any information from [deep dreams]. I have thought of many ways and used countless methods to convey information, but so far, the response I have received is

zero."

Zhao Guangli asked: "What is [Deep Dreamland]?"

The man's voice seemed blurry at this moment, as if the signal had become extremely poor.

At most, you can only hear a few intermittent words.

"Save... Shen... Meng..."

After Zhao Guangli said hello a few times, there was no sound from the other end of the phone.

Zhao Guangli hung up the phone and began to think in his mind.

If the guy on the other end of the phone is really Caesar, then there should be no need for him to lie to himself.

As a rough guess, Night Town is divided into three areas: [surface], [shallow] and [deep].

If he guessed correctly, what Zhao Guangli is currently in is exactly what is called the [surface] reality.

There is almost nothing here, there is no living thing, it looks lifeless.

[Night Town] is actually not here at all!

And deep down, Caesar said, he cannot get deep information.

unless……

Zhao Guangli looked at his rain gear in the void.

Assuming that the woman's phone call at the beginning came from the shallow layer, it proves that the shallow layer can transmit information to the surface layer.

But the deep layer was unable to transmit information, but he was able to receive a call from Caesar. It started when he gathered three pieces of rain gear that originally belonged to [Dream Walker].

This may be the key reason why Tianming made him buy those two pieces of rain gear no matter the cost.

Zhao Guangli thought for a while and did not hesitate.

He put on the rain gear suit naturally.

The dark raincoat seemed to blend into the darkness.

When the rain boots step on the ground, water stains will flow out for no reason.

A cheering voice came from the black umbrella in his hand. Extraordinary messages flowed past.

"[Dream Walker]'s ability to travel through dreams?"

"An ability that can only be possessed by collecting the three-piece set."

"Dream Walker was the former ruler of [Dreamland]. After his death, no one can enter [Deep Dreamland] again."

"[Deep dreams] are different from shallow dreams. The dark side of living things is buried and is an abyss that cannot be pried into. People who reach the deep layers will find it difficult to return to the shallow layers or reality."

Zhao Guangli opened his eyes.

Holding the black umbrella in his right hand, he lightly touched the water stains on the ground.

Mysterious and nihilistic power hovers, and Zhao Guangli can now travel freely through the shallow dreams that originally required soul coins to be transmitted.

The water-stained figure is distorted.

It was so twisted that it seemed to have turned into a lump of hideous and terrifying flesh, making a tearing sound.

Zhao Guangli maintained his body's immortality, feeling the vibrations that seemed to penetrate his cells.

…

Tianqi calendar, four hundred and thirteen years.

Shallow dreams.

midnight.

Night Town.

It was pouring rain from the sky, and every raindrop was like a steel needle falling from thousands of miles above the sky.

There was a stench coming from the narrow and dilapidated streets.

Zhao Guangli, wearing a black raincoat and carrying a black umbrella, woke up from the garbage pile.

Depressed, smelly, dark, and with a vague external luster, Zhao Guangli stretched out his palm and looked at it.

"[Shallow Dreamland], arrived."

Zhao Guangli supported his body and heard the sound of beatings in his ears.

Zhao Guangli turned around and saw a group of people punching and kicking something.

Those people stood in the shadows, and Zhao Guangli could only see their general outlines.

It always feels a little strange. The person being beaten on the ground vaguely looks like a human being.

The air was extremely difficult to breathe, and his soul had already felt great discomfort. Gu Xintong's puppet was put back into the void by himself.

Zhao Guangli did not move his gaze away, but those who were beating him seemed to notice something and turned their heads to look at Zhao Guangli.

Not a human face, but a weird tentacled mask.

It seems to be growing on their skin.

The eyes take up almost a third of their faces and look extremely weird.

"Keep fighting."

The leader of the monster just glanced at Zhao Guangli and continued to beat the guy on the ground.

Rain dripped, and Zhao Guangli wiped the rain off the sniper scope with his hands.

"[Dream Creature]."

"Extraordinary level: unknown."

There is no way a sniper scope can give the correct answer.

Zhao Guangli looked at the 'people' on the ground.

Sure enough, it just looks like a human being.

The body of the 'person' on the ground was covered with a large number of flesh balls, and the whole body was extremely unbalanced and coordinated, as if it was completely deformed.

There are a lot of cracks on almost every inch of the skin, and now it's as if the flesh ball is about to burst.

Zhao Guangli didn't care when he saw these monsters and didn't care about him.

Walking through the rain curtain, Zhao Guangli stretched out his hand and his blood was projected.

...failed.

Zhao Guangli opened his eyes.

My first bloodline projection failed, unless the other party can resist my genetic power, or...

"This is a dream. Creatures in dreams will not be connected by blood in reality."

Zhao Guangli frowned slightly.

As a result, most of his genetic hunter abilities cannot be used.

However, now Zhao Guangli just used the power of his new rain gear.

"Tangled in dreams."

Zhao Guangli, a man in a raincoat, comforted these monsters.

After just a few seconds, these tentacled monsters stopped and looked at Zhao Guangli blankly.

Zhao Guangli looked into the tentacled monster's eyes, his eyeballs shaking slightly.

Compared to genetic invasion, the power of dreams seems to be much gentler.

"xxxxxxxxx."

Sure enough, it is the inexplicable text on the sign.

Zhao Guangli tapped his right hand lightly.

The scenes in the brains of these tentacled monsters were understood by Zhao Guangli.

"This is indeed the real [Night Town]."

"In the dreamland of life, the illusory night world."

"With outstanding people and outstanding people, if you abide by the laws and regulations, there will never be daylight and the night will be eternal."