Please ask the dream

[1-4, The Voice of Destruction is not satisfied with the current actors' masks. He uses the mask of a singer to work in the school, intending to teach a group of actors who meet his requirements. 】

[1-5, the disaster of the dead summoned thousands of dead souls, put on masks and started working, and accumulated a lot of wealth in a short period of time. Based on this, a mystery hidden in the shadow of the city can overwhelm everything. The casino was opened. 】

"Sure enough, you can survive!" Feng Xue looked at the two lines of text that popped up almost at the same time. The corners of her mouth could not help but turn up slightly. The disaster of dead souls directly attracted thousands of dead souls to work. It was quite a bit like "I will do it when I become a necromancer." The absurdity of "activating the forbidden curse and the undead natural disaster to move bricks", as for opening a casino in the future, it is a normal operation, well, at least he didn't create a Haima Company or Haima Paradise for you, right?

In contrast, Feng Xue felt that the voice of destroying the country was even more outrageous.

Although as a top artist, it is very logical that he can't bear to be assigned a mask actor, and there is no problem in finding a good talent to teach himself, but the problem is that the voice of national destruction is called "Idol Producer" and "Yellow Clothes Favorite" 】Two characteristics!

If this guy started talking in music class, he might just start a group of weird people like "Lost Cow Fanatic Idols"?

"Forget it, I'm not the one attending the class anyway. Well, speaking of it, the Siren is pretty good at singing. He shouldn't be unlucky enough to be picked up by the Voice of Destruction, right?"

Feng Xue secretly murmured in her heart, but there was nothing she could do. At most, she could just wait until tomorrow to return the oregano to them. As for the issue of sanity... After all, he has nightmare blood, so he should be fine, right? (The most you can do is switch jobs from Mr. Ke [dog head])

However, while Feng Xue was watching the pixel sandbox, the people in the sandbox were not having an easy time...

For example, at this moment, Yun Zaozhengxun was completely stiff as a boulder, as if he might die at any time and at any time.

"[Beep——]! Why is he here? And he's still teaching? How is that possible? Wait, I remember this is a music class?!"

Yun Zao, who was sitting in the classroom wearing a student's mask, was staring blankly at the young man who had just walked into the classroom. Although he only had a two-part image, he still recognized him easily!

He was the musical genius who destroyed the entire Hongying in the first synaesthetic dream. He was also a strong man who had fought against him at the bottom of the dreamland. Even though he had different clothes, different identities, and even a mask, he still had The musician's unique magnetic and rhythmic voice, as well as the temperament that cannot be concealed just by standing there, have already revealed his identity!

"I didn't expect to meet Feng Xue's body here! No, according to previous speculation, his body should be the super-large nightmare in yellow... Is it similar to my dragon transformation ability? Under normal circumstances Is it a human architect who is a super-large nightmare in an explosive state? No, I can't reveal my identity. By the way, in his eyes, I'm just a minion. As long as I don't reveal my identity, there's no problem. Well, maybe I can even get it! Some information!"

Many thoughts began to rise rapidly in Yun Zao Zhengxun's mind, but his body remained stiff. Unknowingly, even the breathing he maintained due to instinctive habits stopped. If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of his chest, he could still see it. , anyone would think that this is actually a wax figure.

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On the other side, Ju Fei, who had entered the Utopia earlier, was looking at the familiar siren not far away with a dark face. Although he knew that the real owner was that damn marine nightmare, he had no choice. His memory of that nightmare was limited to the sailboat that rolled into a ball and hit him, the loud music played on the ship, and the scars that still made him feel faint pain when he returned from the dream at midnight.

In contrast, it was the voice of this siren that he could never forget even if he was a ghost!

After all, that was the one in charge of singing on the ship that turned into a golden ball and hit it!

"Since the sea monster is here, then the ship and the nightmare may also appear. My current appearance is completely different from mine. The sea monster should not be recognized. According to the underlying logic of the dreamland, as long as I can Make sure you play the role and you won't be exposed! Maybe you can also find the whereabouts of Yuandian!"

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[2-1. As time goes by, people who enter this city find that living with a mask is much easier than they imagined. People who just want to live a peaceful life can use this to get rid of unnecessary social interactions and disguises, and those who People with other purposes gradually realize that masks may be the best way to achieve their goals. 】

[2-2. In this city where everyone lives with a mask, people gradually get used to a peaceful and quiet daily life, but all this is broken at a certain moment - a certain existence loses his mask. In this city, the mask is a symbol of identity. Without a mask, it means losing the identity. In order to find a new mask, he began to work everywhere, but people without masks have a difficult time in this city. They can only act like zombies. Wandering in the corners of the city, not being recognized by anyone, and unable to communicate with others, all that can be done is to find a usable mask before disappearing completely. 】

"Oh? After losing the mask, you are not exposed immediately, but there is a buffer period?"

Feng Xue looked at the new words that appeared. Although the dangerous journey mode had been normal so far, he had a vague feeling that it might not be simple.

Sure enough, just when he was thinking about why the exposure or siege setting at the bottom of the dreamland was not triggered, new text appeared——

[2-3. After countless failures, the person who lost the mask finally sank. He put on a faceless mask and became a faceless person who stole other people's masks. During the day, they would put on the stolen masks and disguise themselves as human beings. At night, they take off their masks and launch the cruelest protest against this city built on false masks! 】

"Zhuo! Why has the painting style changed so much! Speaking of which, this faceless man has a slightly stronger sense of déjà vu... Fuck! I understand, this is the principle of perdition!"

Feng Xue suddenly realized that she was too busy providing a stage suitable for the rebellious piano, but forgot that although her blueprint for the utopia had dismantled the Holy Cow War and the Deadly Idol Knockout Tournament, her own sinking, daily life, and explosion The three cornerstones are still hanging on the stage cornerstone!

In other words, this is equivalent to a direct preview of the feeling of a complete Utopia! It’s just that what I’m experiencing inside now is not character cards, but nightmares and living people!

"So this faceless man is the path of sinking that evolved spontaneously? What is the corresponding path of explosion? It can't be the God of Death or the White Dove, right?"

Feng Xue was murmuring, but his eyes were fixed on the landscape ball with countless pixel figures moving around. Soon, the answer he was looking forward to appeared...