Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

Along with a large number of memory fragments of Meng Chao's previous life, mixed in the ancient runes, they poured into the depths of the ancient dream saint's brain like a flood that broke a bank.

At the bottom of the Ancient Dream Saintess memory database, the childhood memories that were so clear and unreal, shrouded in blood, also undergone surprising changes.

In the original memory, the "enlightenment" that the ancient dream saint in her childhood saw after the arrival of the big horned mouse god only included that after the big horned army won a big victory, the tens of thousands of rat people all lived a happy life. A happy life—a happy ending like a fairy tale.

But now, when the fairytale-like picture slowly unfolded in the childhood memory of the ancient dream saint, other more gloomy, cruel and real pictures fell from the sky, smashing the "fairy tale" to pieces.

Two completely different and completely opposite "futures" are presented in front of the ancient dream saint at the same time.

She was in a childhood state in a trance, at a loss and at a loss as to what to do.

Meng Chao could clearly feel that the brain of Saintess Gumeng was trembling violently.

She seemed to be frightened by the cruel future presented by Meng Chao, every brain cell was trembling

Her brain was originally a calm brain.

At this moment, however, turbulent waves rolled up, and huge eddies appeared one after another.

Lasing out from the depths of the brain, the brainwaves beyond the limit are like lightning bolts with teeth and claws.

Even in the depths of the dream, the sacred and benevolent statue of the skeleton mouse god, which is obviously skinny but seems to support the whole world, began to shake violently.

On the surface of the crystal-clear bones, criss-cross cracks appeared, as if to symbolize the belief that the saint of the ancient dream was about to collapse.

"That's it, quickly wake up from the damn superstition and blind obedience, think about it, think about it seriously, think about the lies that the horned mouse god told you, there are so many contradictions and unreasonable places, from Doubt arises from flaws, and truth is discovered from doubts!"

Meng Chao was very anxious.

The subconscious mind wished to grow two big hands, go up and grab the shoulders of the ancient dream saint in the dream, and shake it wildly, making her realize that the so-called "memory" is by no means something reliable.

The ancient dream saint in the dream began to think.

The immature face of a four or five-year-old girl gradually became stiff, like a stiff mask.

Under the scorching flames of the doomsday, the mask was torn apart, revealing the real face of the grown-up Saintess of Ancient Dream underneath.

The eyes with two pupils grow respectively, like two deep and bottomless black pools, staring deeply at the light and shadow changes in the sky above the dream, absorbing the details of the two different futures into the depths of the soul, as if carefully comparing and screening, Trying to figure out the line between truth and lies.

This situation made Meng Chao dare not even release a wave of restless brain waves.

For fear of disturbing the thinking of the ancient dream saint.

Soon, the childishness on the face of the ancient dream saintess was completely peeled off.

And her eyebrows were also raised high, like two sharp knives out of their sheaths.

As if, captured the flickering light above the brain domain.

Immediately afterwards, the ancient dream saint made a move that surprised Meng Chao.

She turned her head slightly, her eyes fixed on Meng Chao's direction without blinking!

Stared deeply by a total of four black hole-like pupils, Meng Chao suddenly felt profuse in sweat.

It was even more creepy than being locked by the doomsday beast during the monster war.

This, this is impossible!

Theoretically speaking, the Ancient Dream Saintess is still dreaming at this moment.

And this is mainly from childhood memories, the plague village is the main scene, and Meng Chao does not exist in this very private dream.

Meng Chao's subconscious mind was high above this dream.

Just like a player, through the computer screen, manipulating and enjoying a game of computer games.

How could the characters in the game discover his existence?

How could the Saintess of Ancient Dream, who was in the dream, penetrate the dream and lock his subconscious?

Meng Chao tried his best to control his brain, which was as dead and stiff as a zombie's brain, not releasing even the faintest ray of brain waves.

In case this is just a coincidence, or the Saintess of Gumeng just sensed something strange, and tricked him into showing up in this way, without asking herself.

However, the spiritual power of the ancient dream saint and her ability to manipulate dreams were stronger than Meng Chao imagined.

She really penetrated the dream and "saw" Meng Chao's subconscious.

"who are you?"

Her tone was half cold and half curious, "How could you break into my dream and stuff so many messy things into my dream?"

"I--"

Meng Chao bit his bullet and was about to explain.

The Ancient Dream Saintess has already made her move.

The impatient expression on his face seemed to be compressed into the words "I don't know how to live or die".

If she is well versed in the earth's culture and historical allusions, maybe she will add questions such as "How dare you sneak into my dream to fight against me" and other questions.

Meng Chao found that his subconscious mind was trapped.

Originally, his subconscious mind was like a gleaming water snake, following the torrent of ancient runes, freely coming and going between himself and the brain of the ancient dream saint.

Now, the torrent has turned into a swamp, and the swamp has turned into rapidly solidified reinforced concrete.

His subconscious is like a bug embedded in amber, squeezed to the point of suffocation.

He couldn't escape back to his own mind at will.

Instead, he was trapped deep in the brain of the ancient dream saint.

Afterwards, the memory cells of the Saintess of Ancient Dream and those shining "balloon jellyfish" all swarmed towards him.

On the surface of the "balloon jellyfish", countless synapses sprang out, and the synapses were entangled with each other and connected together, forming an impenetrable net.

Then, they sprayed a large number of images from the memory of the ancient dream saint at Meng Chao.

A picture after another is like a wall of copper and iron, forming a brand new dream.

Of course, it is not the dream of victory of conquering the city and conquering the territory under the blessing of the Great Horned Rat God.

It wasn't just Ye Zi and Meng Chao's dream of practicing secret techniques and improving their combat effectiveness under the careful guidance of the ancient dream saint.

It's not even the galloping horses, the criss-crossing, the killing of the army, the soul-stirring dream of killing.

It was a, no, a series of undeniable nightmares.

In a trance, Meng Chao seemed to have dozens of nightmares that made life worse than death in just a short moment.

In one of his nightmares, he became a "garbage worm"—those who were thrown into the sewage pipes under the city at the age of three or five, and were responsible for dredging the pipes and cleaning up garbage in the dark all their lives, often no more than fourteen or five years old The children of the Rat People will die unexpectedly.

In his nightmare, he could clearly feel that the smelly and corrosive sewage was eroding his skin like strong acid, and the snakes, rats and ants in the depths of the sewage were frantically eating his flesh and blood.

In another nightmare, he was once again an exhausted slave laborer for the Ratmen.

Because he helped his master forge weapons day and night, he had already been squeezed into a skeleton still panting.

One day, the energy is exhausted, the feet are weak, and inadvertently, he falls into the blazing coal fire.

Although his skinny body was soon turned into pale ashes under the burning of charcoal fire.

But at the moment before he died, he didn't feel too much pain from the flames burning his body, but felt indescribably happy - because, compared with the oppression that this body had endured silently, being burned by the flames was already the worst. Minor torture.

In the third dream, Meng Chao felt that he had become a slave laborer who smashed the production tools and got half a day's respite, but was caught by the master and killed as an example.

He was smeared with a special gum.

Then, like an empty pocket, it was hung high by the owner on the top of a flagpole dozens of arms high, and exposed to the scorching sun.

In the sky at noon, flames flowed down like a waterfall, pouring on his body, causing the gelatin to harden and shrink, like a piece of airtight leather, covering every limb and even every bundle of muscle fibers in his body , squeeze in desperately.

It was so crowded that his internal organs, even his eyeballs and brains, all spewed out from his throat.

If the scorching sun continued to burn, squeezing him to death all at once would be a happy death.

But just when the gelatin was squeezed until the limbs were twisted and deformed, and even the bones were crushed, the sun set.

So, he—the slave worker of the rat people who destroyed the production tools, had to soak in the pain of death, under the watchful eyes of all the slave workers of the rat people, he waited for the long time The long night has passed, waiting for the sun of the new day—the good god of death, rising from the horizon again!