Non-human Gene Complex

In the dream, even the resurrection is just a matter of the dreamer's thought.

It was the first time for Lan Mu to experience the feeling of being a god. Although it was only in a dream, the dream was extremely real, so why not a world?

"If I come back to reality, will the dream disappear?"

The hazy body disappeared in an instant, and Lan Mu looked around, still in that room.

The black man was still lying on the bed, dreaming peacefully.

"call……"

Lan Mu flew up, rushed out of the island, and soon came to the sky.

About one kilometer away from the black man, his dream is still there, and the black man is still in the dream.

"Oh? Forcibly pull his consciousness into a dream, as long as I don't want to, he will never try to escape?"

Lan Mu flew a little further away, and felt that the black man was still asleep, and his consciousness was still wandering in his dream.

"The soul is still there!" Lan Mu tried to connect mentally, and found that in reality, the soul of the black man was still in the body, but he fell into eternal sleep, and his thinking was so calm that there were almost no fluctuations. In other words, the brain waves disappeared.

"So...dreams come from the conscious self, not the soul?"

Lan Mu thought of the soulless Shambhala people, wondering if they would have dreams?

The body instinctively likes to enter the dream world, and curiosity drives Lan Mu to go back and experiment.

In the dream, the black man was still howling, Lan Mu thought about it, and with a thought, expelled him from the dream.

Consciousness automatically returned to the soul, the black man woke up from the bed, stroked himself, looked at his dilapidated house with mixed surprises, and felt unspeakable joy in his heart.

"Wake up! It's a dream! It's a dream! Great! It's a dream!"

The black man wept with joy, he was afraid that he would never be able to wake up from his dream.

Thinking back to the black devil he had seen before, he felt a shudder in his heart, secretly thinking that he must go to the church to pray, that devil was too terrifying.

A series of nightmares left a great shadow on the black man. He didn't even know that he was just a test product of the succubus. He should be glad that he was used up and could be put back.

...

Lan Mu flew high in the sky, looking left and right.

"Huh? Where's the cloud?"

He wanted to find that special white cloud in the sky and returned to Shambhala, but Lan Mu searched for a long time where he came, but only found ordinary clouds.

"Ah! The cloud is gone?"

The mental power scans in a five-kilometer radius, and at the same time, Lan Mu is still flying in the air to expand the scanning range.

Ten minutes later, he finally found the cloud. It was raining heavily on the sea, and he didn't know where the big white cloud got so much rain.

The black ink stains on it have faded, probably because of the washing of water vapor. In short, Shambhala is no longer visible on the other side of the circle.

"Fortunately, I found it..."

Lan Mu flew over to hug the cloud. He tried it. The magic pen can't draw any marks on other ordinary clouds. Only on this cloud can ink marks be left.

"This seems to be the east coast of Africa, it seems to be near the equator."

"If the clouds drift around, I can still enter Shambhala through the Snow Mountain Temple, where I can find the other side."

"The cloud cluster in Shambhala is always there, don't be afraid of it running away."

Even so, Lan Mu was still worried.

"This cloud is very special after all. Although it is floating in the vast sea, CANC's eyeliner is all over the world. What if I find it? Didn't I go to someone else's containment base as soon as I came out..."

The characteristics of the cloud cluster are not very obvious, usually seeing it floating in the sky will not know that it is a contained object. However, Lan Mu is not afraid of ten thousand, just in case.

"No! I have to contain this cloud by myself..."

Lan Mu made up his mind to limit the end of the cloud to a certain place, and he already had a good place in mind, which was Shadow Island.

"Fix the Shambhala matter first, and then talk about it later."

He held the magic pen and drew another circle, as if he had drawn a through door. Lan Mu flew in and entered Shambhala.

Shambhala is still dark, and the earth is still noisy. After all, this is absolute darkness, and human beings must not be able to adapt to it.

"Uh...they actually hugged each other."

Lan Mu scanned around and found that everyone was gathered together, more than 3,000 people crowded on a piece of grassland.

In the dark, listening to the voices of people nearby, of course he would naturally lean over.

After such a long time, they gathered together into a large group and touched each other's bodies, as if there was someone around them, so they could settle down.

No one dared to leave the team without authorization, as if they would be lost in the darkness.

"It's too troublesome to pull them into the dream one by one... Can't they be pulled in all at once?"

Lan Mu tried it. There are at most two black silk threads, and no more can be pulled in at the same time.

"Single one? Damn!"

Lan Mu was a little disappointed, thinking that if he could lure people into dreams on a large scale, this transformation would basically be invincible.

"It seems that we can only work harder and pull them in in batches..."

Two silk threads were embedded in the Shambhala people's brains, and they fell down instantly, and their consciousness entered a dream.

At first, everyone didn't notice much, but as more and more people fell on the edge, everyone soon realized that something was wrong.

"What happened? My God! Are they dead?"

"Who did it?"

The world was dark, and only the sound of falling to the ground could be heard in my ears.

It seems that in the depths of the darkness, there is an invisible killer floating around.

They didn't dare to disperse and escape, so they could only get more and more crowded, thinking that it must not be their turn.

Rayleigh and his party were also terrified. The sound of falling to the ground was getting closer and closer to them, as if invisible fear was approaching.

"Isn't the flashlight ready yet?" Mr. Charlie shouted.

However, Lei Li said: "The flashlight is not a problem at all, it's not a problem with the light... It's just that we can't see it..."

"This is darkness that cannot be dispelled!"

"Damn it! What the hell is it?"

Although Fang Moqi was calm, there was nothing he could do. I had to shout: "Don't panic! Don't panic!"

Plop... Puff...

More and more people fell, and the number of Shambhala people was rapidly decreasing.

Some people have already resigned to their fate: "Shambhala is destroyed, we should die too..."

"This is the doomed fate!"

"The kingdom of heaven has fallen..."

As soon as he finished shouting, he fell down with a plop, and the people around him also fell to the ground.

Time passed by every minute, and everyone was experiencing psychological torture under the invisible black hands.

I don't know how long it took, but three thousand Shambhala fell, and all of them died.

"My God! The devil! It must be the devil!" Several members of Rayleigh's team went crazy.

Absolute darkness was enough to torture people, and with the sound of fear, some weak-willed people collapsed on the spot.

Soon, the frantic explorer also fell to the ground.

Charlie, Lei Li and others were paralyzed. Fang Moqi was covered in sweat, holding a long knife in his hand but didn't know who to attack.

A sense of powerlessness eroded Fang Moqi, and the attack came from nowhere, and it was impossible to defend against it.

"Well……"

Fang Moqi suddenly felt his consciousness sink, and the world changed drastically. It was no longer pure darkness, but a beautiful plain, with mountains and lakes nearby, and lively animals having fun everywhere.

"This is not Shambhala! It seems to be... Earth?"

Fang Moqi didn't recognize the place, but seeing the sun hanging high in the sky, the floating clouds, the gentle breeze and the flying birds, all of this was so real.

This place is fundamentally different from places like Shambhala, which seem fake. At least there is no border at a glance. The south of the plain is forest, the north is a big river, the west is a mountain, and the east is a vast ocean.

"Where is this terrain? There are no traces of human life, is it somewhere I haven't been?"

Fang Moqi thought he had been to most of the world, and had never seen such an area.

Shambhala has a border, but the sun does not, so it can be known at a glance that it is not on the earth. However, now everyone has come to an unfamiliar area, and several senior explorers have gathered together, but no one knows this place. And they found that the Shambhala people were not with them, and only people from the earth were on this plain.

As for some Shambhala people who entered first, they are very confused now. They have never seen such a vast world, and the products are equally rich.

"My God! The animals here can have babies!" A Shambhala man pointed to a group of monkeys on the tree in surprise. They saw the big monkey leading the little monkey, as if they were seeing a wonder of the world.

"It turns out that we didn't die just now, but came here... Shambhala was destroyed, but here is a more perfect paradise than Shambhala. God has not abandoned us!"

Half of the consciousness focused on the dream world. Lan Mu placed all the Shambhala people who were pulled into the dream on one island, and the explorers were placed on the other side of the island.

This is an island about the size of Hiwa.

The world outside the island is the same, and he has not yet created the more detailed parts. Although it can be created in a single thought, the things created like that are not distracting. To make the dream comparable to reality, he needs to carefully adjust it. detail.

At this time, Lan Mu was not thinking about the creation of the world, but about the world of Shambhala.

When he lifted the darkness, Shambhala was lit up again, but he saw corpses all over the place.

There were more than 3,000 dead bodies, only Lei Li's team, Fang Moqi and others were in a 'vegetative' state, and the Shambhala people died directly, without any breath of life.

"Hiss... so easy to die?"

Lan Mu was a little speechless, he accidentally wiped out the Shambhala clan.

He didn't think too much about speed when pulling people into a dream.

Thinking about it now, Shambhala people are too special, they don’t have souls but only consciousness.

"When the consciousness is pulled into my dream, leaving only a body without a soul, isn't this a corpse..."

Looking at the magic pen, Lan Mu realized that the magic pen only gave the Shambhala people consciousness, and they themselves were puppets born from corpses.

"That's fine. They will die if they stay in Shambhala. They will have no fertility and will perish sooner or later."

Lan Mu suddenly thought that the Shambhala people abandoned their bodies, and their consciousness entered his dream. As long as he wants, everyone can live forever in the dream!

"It looks pretty good... a bit like transcending the shackles of the physical body and ascending to the upper world? Tsk tsk... Although the dream world is illusory, it is also another kind of reality for consciousness, but everything is in my mind. .”

Lan Mu flew into the dream, feeling his dominance over the entire dream world, secretly said: "Whether their future is hell or heaven, it all depends on my choice."

Ever since, his will spread over the big island and from the clouds to all Shambhala people.

"Welcome to the Eternal Kingdom..."

"This is my kingdom of God, and also the eternal Fantasy Township..."