hunter rule

The voice was extremely hoarse, but it didn't seem out of place when it suddenly appeared in the middle of the night.

Zhao Guangli used his spiritual energy to suppress the alienating power surging within his body.

He panted, it was really difficult to suppress such alienated power with formal spiritual power.

The tentacles slowly faded away, and Zhao Guangli gasped.

Of course he heard the sound outside the door, but he said nothing.

Until I heard a sound similar to the friction of black leather shoes on the ground, as if the owner of the leather shoes had dragged them on the ground.

"alienation……"

"It's surprising that alienation can affect me."

Zhao Guangli looked out the window cautiously.

The external manifestation of such alienation is...

tentacle.

Countless tentacles seemed to burst out of his body.

His thoughts were chaotic, and Zhao Guangli suddenly felt a kind of despair from his heart.

It was a feeling of despair that wanted to end one's life.

Although it was only a few seconds, Zhao Guangli still felt it very clearly.

"Magic City..."

"This is... the magic city?"

Zhao Guangli calmed down.

The only thing that can be called a magical city, at least in Zhao Guangli's self-perception, is the legendary sub-hell area [Elan Demonic City], that terrifying and twisted country.

The Magic City is known as a crazy country growing on tentacles.

Zhao Guangli only knew these contents.

"If this is really the Eland Demon City, it's just a fragment of a dream at most. After all, it's only the third level."

Zhao Guangli's understanding was very clear.

There is nothing wrong with it. Zhao Guangli never thought that he would die in a deep dream. There is nothing wrong with knowing other sub-hell areas in advance.

That kind of place is a terrifying place where even Ayn Rand needs to seal his memory.

Zhao Guangli inhaled slightly.

Opening the door handle, the cold touch is very real.

Compared to the previous two levels, Zhao Guangli knew that he was definitely in a dream. At this moment, Zhao Guangli even forgot that he was in a dream in a short period of time.

Click.

The door is opened.

The outside is pitch black.

Zhao Guangli did not walk out of the door immediately, but waited calmly for a while.

Nothing.

There is almost no light, and the visible range is very close.

All you can see is the faint scarlet stains in the corridor, like a painting.

"It's not as straightforward as the world of Xianxia. It's even more weird and terrifying here."

Zhao Guangli took a step toward the outside.

With the help of the weak beam of light, Zhao Guangli noticed at this time that he was actually wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown.

patient……

Am I a patient?

There is nothing in the long corridor, which is deeply scary.

There are doors on both sides that are similar to Zhao Guangli's room. Combined with his clothes, it looks even more sinister.

"I don't feel any extraordinary power at all...it's very peaceful."

Zhao Guangli withdrew his gaze. At this moment, an extreme coldness was born from his back.

Because Zhao Guangli looked up from the corner of his eye and saw...

a man.

on the ceiling.

There was a man, in a weird and twisted posture, with extremely long limbs attached to the top. In the dark night, he opened his eyes wide and looked at himself blankly, without making even a single sound.

Zhao Guangli raised his head and quickly calmed down.

He noticed the man's leather shoes.

The jet-black leather shoes seemed to blend into the darkness, with the heels pressing against the ceiling.

The guy who just spoke was this guy.

demon?

abnormal?

Zhao Guangli had no way to judge.

The person in front of me, except for the extremely uncoordinated body proportions and the ridiculous length of his hands and feet, is completely an ordinary human being...

Oh, ordinary humans would not be so silent, crawling on the ceiling and peeping in the dark.

"Hello."

"Excuse me, is there a toilet here?"

This weird man did not take the initiative to attack Zhao Guangli. Zhao Guangli was not prepared to take action directly without understanding the current situation. He just put his hands behind his back.

The dark thunder is ready to explode at any time.

"Patient No. 013."

"There seems to be something wrong with you."

The man made a hoarse sound on the ceiling, and his long tongue was stuck out. The most terrifying thing is...

There are many sarcomas on the tongue, and above the sarcomas is a human face.

"I came out to use the toilet. There is no toilet in my room."

Zhao Guangli spread his hands.

"gentlemen?"

There is really no toilet in the room, just a bed and bedside table.

The door was unlocked, and Zhao Guangli knew very well that this meant that even if he was called a [patient], he still had the right to move freely, at least...

It's no problem in this building.

"Crimson Moon cannot leave her room. This is not only the rule of the [Festering Mental Hospital], but also the rule of the Demon City Imperial Court."

"Human beings, since they are [real human beings], cannot overstep their bounds."

The man crawled on the ceiling, making the sound of black leather shoes scuffing, and landed in front of Zhao Guangli.

At this moment, Zhao Guangli clearly saw the man's whole face.

A lanky man over three meters tall, wearing a black suit, his long legs seemed to be bending due to the force.

A face full of weird smiles, but all of them are asymmetrical.

The eyes are asymmetrical, the ears are asymmetrical...

There is a lot of information hidden in what this man just said.

The third level of dreamland is already different from the first two levels!

The fact that he called Zhao Guangli a human being proved that he was not a human being.

With such a posture, Zhao Guangli did not feel the demon factor possessed by the demon in him.

But his temperament made Zhao Guangli feel familiar again.

Where should I have come into contact with such people?

[Real Human]...[Devil]?

Zhao Guangli's eyes moved slightly.

The Imperial Court of the Demon City confirmed that this should be the dreamland of the Demon City.

The deeper he goes into the darkness, the more complete Zhao Guangli's knowledge becomes.

It seems that in the restricted area of ​​human civilization, there is a creature between demons and humans, named...

Demon.

In the Emperor's Capital, Father Mathieu once used the [Demon Potion] to transform into a powerful demon, and obtained Li Lianhua who exceeded his own limits.

But what exactly the devil is, no matter who it is, is unclear.

"Sorry, I forgot."

Zhao Guangli raised his hand.

In front of the lanky man, the girl's figure looked extremely small.

"Patient No. 013, go back... calm down, this is the best."

"Otherwise, if the ancient gods come to punish you, you will become a madman under the red moon."

Although the man looks weird, he is very kind.

Zhao Guangli was silent for a while.

Then he returned to the room.

"Then I'll hold it in for a while."

Close the door.

Zhao Guangli put his ear against the door.

A cold touch on my earlobe.

After a while, the sound of black leather shoes sounded.

Zhao Guangli did not move.

Still maintaining the same posture.

Fifteen minutes later, there was the sound of leather shoes hitting the ground.

The sound of leather shoes scraping against the ground was like a shrill scream, gradually fading away.

Zhao Guangli then stood up, without opening the curtains, but a small dark electric ball at his fingertips.

Since he was not going out, Zhao Guangli would search this place first.

In the upper left corner of the room is a poster.

There is no beauty in it, and it is even a poster that makes people feel a little disgusting.

【Festering Mental Hospital】.

"Recruiting patients with mental illnesses such as [Red Moon Syndrome], [Alienation Syndrome], [Utopianism], etc. For details, please call..."

Zhao Guangli looked at the poster. There was a disgusting solidified liquid on this poster, and he didn't know what it was.

The girl came closer to return the poster and touched the texture of the poster with her hand.

It's not made of paper, it's more like the skin of some kind of creature.

And somewhere on the poster, there is a raised object.

"oh?"

Zhao Guangli directly tore off the poster.

There is a small note on the back of the poster.

Opening the note, there were countless familiar handwritings.

"In the Imperial Court of Elland Demon City, there is the key to opening the [Origin Research Institute] and awakening the Holy Infant."

"My dear, please find him. This is the key to continuing your destiny."

"By the way, if you see Kachomar, I suggest you say...'Jump up, stupid cat!'"

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Children of destiny, don't be afraid of anything."

Zhao Guangli looked at the contents of the note, and lightning flowed from his fingertips.

Burn the note directly.

It's this kind of thing again.

It seems that, all along, I have been controlled by something.

The owner of this note seemed to know Zhao Guangli very well.

and……

The handwriting is still exactly the same as that of Zhao Guangli.

"Who is it?"

Zhao Guangli's eyes were cold.

He bent down slightly and looked under the bed.

There was nothing under the bed, so Zhao Guangli stuck his head in.

Under the bed board, there are several blood-red words, as if they have been engraved here forever.

"Think of your name..."

"Then guess who I am."