Non-human Gene Complex

Both the alien energy and the magic pen were taken away by Lan Mu, and Shambhala will become a place of death in the future, or it will become Lan Mu's private space.

The Shambhala people have nowhere to go, and Lan Mu has decided to take them in.

Without this eternal dream, their consciousness would fall into the eternal void, leaving only thoughts tormented and maddened in nothingness.

"Who is talking?"

"Did you hear that too?"

The Shambhala people looked up at the sky with a look of expectation and bewilderment.

However, Lan Mu suddenly stopped talking, and his attention shifted to the other side of the island, where Rayleigh's team was.

Those explorers are different from the Shambhala people. They are full of spirit of exploration. When they come to a strange world, they will naturally not stay where they are.

However, in order to restrict their actions, Lan Mu created a lot of monsters and placed them near them. Most of the prototypes were based on the creatures of the Lost Island, and some came from ancient mythology and Shennongjia.

As a result, a large group of dinosaurs, ferocious beasts, and flood dragons guarded them, and there were even such existences as the Balrog and the army of the undead. Of course, they were based on themselves.

This end of the island is where Lan Mu experiments to create supernatural creatures in dreams. Obviously, dreams can withstand any unnatural and unscientific existence.

In such a strange world, it is impossible to cross the territory of these powerful creatures with human strength. It doesn't matter if they accidentally die here. Anyway, it is a dream world, and Lan Mu can easily revive them.

"My God! What is this?" Rayleigh's team encountered an army of undead. On the overwhelming black plain, there was a large herd of skeleton cows, skeleton sheep, skeleton horses, and skeleton men! Ghouls, bone dragons, foul souls...

They had never seen such a scene in their entire life. Except for Fang Moqi, everyone else was so scared that they didn't know where they were.

"Where are we? Another world? Hell?" No one dared to go there, and hurriedly detoured.

But the scare continued. On the other side was a volcano, and lava was spreading everywhere. A Balrog bathed in the lava, causing hot flames to splash everywhere.

"Oh Maikar! Run! Run! This continent is too scary!" They turned their heads and ran towards the sea again, as if the sea was the safest place.

However, in the sea, they saw a dinosaur drinking water with its head down.

Instead of facing the Balrog and the undead, they were less frightened by the sight of the dinosaurs.

"What kind of world is this? Even dinosaurs?" Raleigh exclaimed as he looked at this prehistoric monster.

However, at the next moment, the sea rose suddenly, and a mosasaur broke through the waves, biting the drinking dinosaur and dragging it directly into the sea, blood spreading rapidly.

"Uh..." Before Rayleigh and the others could say anything more.

A huge dragon rushed out suddenly, and the tyrannical mosasaurus became the target of hunting again. The dragon directly crushed its head and swallowed it slowly.

"Let's not go anywhere! It's still safe from the beginning!"

Lei Li and the others were terrified. Did they fight these creatures with the long knives in their hands? That's not adventurous, that's silly.

...

Lan Mu overlooked the plain where they ran back to the very beginning, bullying the normal creatures there.

The body felt extremely comfortable, and Lan Mu was nourished by their collective fear just now.

When experimenting with black people before, they instinctively created nightmares, and Lan Mu thought of this possibility.

It's just that absorbing the fear of black people alone is not as obvious as the experience brought to him by so many people.

Now the Rayleigh team, the explorer, and others were frightened by many terrifying creatures in their dreams, and their fear was also captured by Lan Mu, which immediately made him feel grown up.

Not only fear, but all fear, horror, and pain can make Lan Mu feel good, like an addiction.

"Should I be born to create nightmares?"

Lan Mu was stunned for a moment, he probably knew that he had become a succubus or a nightmare.

A fantasy creature that torments humans in their dreams, absorbing negative emotions.

"Well, but the fear of the Shambhala people is useless to me?"

Listening to the west of the island, the three thousand Shambhala people kept calling, and Lan Mu's attention came back.

What nourished him now was the eastern explorers and his party, the pitiful little fear.

It's not that no one in Shambhala is panicking, but Lan Mu doesn't feel it at all. This group of people has no soul, even if there is fear, it is not good for Lan Mu.

"Tsk... Since it's no good for you to be afraid of me, then worship me!"

"It just so happens that I need some people to manage the eternal dream for me."

Lan Mu discovered that in order to become stronger, an extremely large amount of fear is required, both in quantity and quality.

As far as the fear of a few explorers is concerned, it is dispensable to Lan Mu.

Lan Mu knew that if he turned this place into a hell and pulled in countless people to experience the nightmare, he would definitely become stronger.

This is a clear way to become stronger, and the negative emotions of human beings in dreams are his nourishment.

It is equivalent to the nine-tailed fox absorbing the essence of the sun and moon people, and the lich playing with the souls of the dead to strengthen themselves.

How to use the dream world is the key.

"Pure hell is too boring... There is hell, and there is heaven by the way."

"Then this island is the world?"

In one thought, two continents were born outside of this island.

They are hell and heaven respectively, and Lanmu has set completely different laws for them.

There are countless terrifying existences in hell, and all the fear and terror that people who appear there will happen to them.

Unless you get out of hell, or stop thinking, the fear will keep coming to you, endlessly.

It is endowed by Lan Mu with an environment to create nightmares through imagination. Anyone who dies on Human Island, as long as the dark side of their hearts is higher than the sunny side, will appear in hell.

The richer a person's dark side is, the more horrific his experience in hell will be. The things he least wants to encounter in his heart will be realized in himself, which is equivalent to the torturer and the tortured being himself.

If a person has few dark sides, then the cost performance in hell will be very low. Lan Mu simply set that he will enter heaven after death. It's very simple, safe, and boring. There is only something for nothing and eternal life.

Hell is not inescapable. He has not experienced terror for three days, which means that at least he has not thought about those horrible things. Such a person will be sent back to the human island.

If one goes a step further, someone who is tortured by the nightmare of hell can still think of beautiful things, and this kind of person can't create fear, so he will be sent directly to heaven until the darkness in his heart grows again. Send back to hell.

So far, based on everyone's malicious speculation about the world in his heart, Lan Mu has formulated a reincarnation mechanism. The standard is purely divided by the degree of benefit to himself. Become stronger.

"Three thousand Shambhala people will temporarily live on Human Island, as residents here."

Human beings are existences that Lan Mu cannot create perfectly. In theory, he can create billions of human beings in one thought, but that is not real enough. He cannot set a predetermined life and a flexible and changeable personality for everyone.

Assuming that this world is a high-end nightmare game, then the so-called earth and heaven are a hoax that paves the way for hell, and this hoax must be as real as possible.

Therefore, the existence of human beings cannot be perfunctory. Shambhala people are the best NPCs.

...

Shambhala people are at a loss, they don't know what they should do.

Lan Mu's will appeared in their minds, conveying to them the existence of heaven and hell in the eternal world.

And gave them two choices: those who believe in me will live forever, and those who don't will go to hell.

Simple! rough! It can be said that there is no choice.

Sure enough, there is no accident. These people who are like rice bugs lost their homeland and were brought into a brand new vast world. Even if Lan Mu didn't use the threat of hell, no one would be so stupid as to choose hell, but only choose to respect A 'god' from nowhere.

After setting this group of people as immortal, a large pile of wood, stone, and tools appeared out of nowhere around the Shambhala people.

"Build your nation and civilization now!"

Lan Mu can build a piece of this kind of thing with a single thought, but he didn't do it.

Shambhala people are really too lazy, and there are still many places where they will be used in the future. Lan Mu must change their concept from the beginning.

Civilization must be created by hands, and it is all up to him. Why do we need this group of people?

However, it is too unrealistic for them to start from scratch, so Lan Mu prepared a lot of building materials and tools for them.

However, Lan Mu overestimated this group of waste.

"ah?"

"Let's build the country?"

"Is it building a house?"

"How about building a shed to sleep in?"

A day passed, and Lan Mu was furious.

This group of Shambhala people actually used wood to lay the ground, and they regarded it as their home?

"Then what if it's raining?" Lan Mu had a thought, and immediately the rain poured down.

The people of Shambhala were also extinct, so they added some planks and built a few big sheds to keep out the rain.

He literally built a refugee camp!

"hehe……"

The wind blew, the heavy rain turned into a storm, and the random shed was overturned in one fell swoop.

However, the Shambhala people also had countermeasures. They surrounded the prison with stones and covered it with planks. They insisted on building a large prison surrounded by everyone.

Lan Mu is completely disappointed, this group of people has become waste, Lan Mu's supervision is like squeezing toothpaste, they have no self-motivation at all, just thinking about the minimum life is enough.

"It seems that you are used to being comfortable..."

"Boom..."

The storm didn't stop, and at the same time, there was a raging flood in the sky. The secret room built by the group of stones was immediately flooded, and everyone drowned in the prison they made for themselves.

After death, there is a terrifying nothingness that even Lan Mu himself is afraid of. The world that can only think is the most tormenting.

After endless thinking, the Shambhala people regretted it and were forced to think about what went wrong.

Some people think that Lan Mu deceived them and did not give them eternal life.

Lan Mu ignored this kind of people, and let them lose all five senses forever and reflect on when they realized it and when they were resurrected.

As for those who had already realized it, they were pulled back by Lan Mu and woke up on the flood-ravaged plain.

Those who have not experienced nothingness can never imagine how unbearable it is there.

They who had regained their lives now only had awe and gratitude, and they never dared to slack off.

The training was still effective, and the reborn Shambhala people immediately imitated the towns of Shambhala for construction. They dared not complain at all, but the number of people was too small and the efficiency was too slow.

"There are too few people at this point, and more residents are needed to enrich."

"Not only that, but residents of various races are needed..."

Lan Mu disappeared instantly and left the dreamland.