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I have learned Beng Quan and am good at close combat. Now that I have the protection of merit, that woman's head poses no threat to me at all.

Punch after punch, giving her no chance to resist. With a sharp scream, the whole idea was shattered by me!

The scene changed, the middle-aged man in the room and the young woman on the hospital bed all disappeared, and I returned to the room just now.

Opening my eyes, I looked at the palm of my hand. The woman's head had shriveled up, like a withered flower, and the colorful silk threads in my hand had also shrunk and broken.

"Dead?" Truman walked over excitedly: "Anchor, you succeeded."

I held the "thought" with one hand and recalled what happened just now: "I originally wanted to pull off the thread under the 'thought', but as soon as my hand touched it, my consciousness was pulled into the evil thought and was almost swallowed by it."

Although the fight just now was short, it was actually very thrilling. Ordinary methods were ineffective against "thoughts". Before the merits of the beads appeared, I was affected by "thoughts" and was almost assimilated by them, turning into a vicious soul that lost its mind.

"Then how did you escape?" Truman only saw me dazed for a while with my thoughts, and didn't know that I was almost in danger.

"Rely on this." I raised my left hand, and the merits were flowing on the string of beads with the lotus mark: "The merits can restrain evil thoughts, but the number of merits is limited and should be consumables. I don't know if this bracelet of beads can still be used. Use it a few times.”

After a moment of silence, I actually have even worse news that I haven't told Truman. I have a negative merit of 100,000 and am riddled with karma. Once corroded by evil thoughts, I'm afraid I will turn into a super terrifying existence.

I dismissed the thoughts in my mind, checked the room, and after making sure there was nothing missing, opened the door: "It's time to leave, continue upstairs, be careful, don't run into the woman from before, she is very dangerous!"

When I walked out of the room, I didn't leave immediately. The thoughts in this room had been dealt with, and we could hide in this room for shelter if necessary.

Because there was no number, it took me more than ten seconds to remember the location of this room: "Okay, let's go."

Truman and I had just turned around and soon heard a noise behind us. We turned around and saw that the door that had been closed had cracked a crack.

Before Truman and I could react, the door was suddenly knocked open, and a shriveled human head rolled out of the door, dragging its newly grown silk threads, and rolled downstairs!

"No! That woman's 'idea' is not dead!"

The passage formed a spiral shape, and the head rolled so fast that it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"It's bad." Truman and I both looked ugly. One of the important reasons why we have been able to reach this point safely is that we have been hiding in the dark without being discovered.

But the situation is different now. That "thought" is likely to communicate with other "thoughts" in the building, exposing the existence of two outsiders, Truman and me.

A "thought" is already so scary, what if there are a lot of them? I can't even imagine that!

Without any hesitation, I immediately chased after him, but I didn't see the "idea" until I ran to the fourth floor. I suspected that it had secretly hidden in a certain room.

Standing in the aisle, each floor is composed of countless compartments, and it is simply unrealistic to check them one by one.

"Anchor, what should I do? Do you want to evacuate the building?" Truman moved slower than me, and he was chasing me now. His voice was anxious and worried.

"This building is the tallest building in this area. If you want to see further and determine the surrounding terrain, there is no more suitable place than this. We can't evacuate, let's go, let's speed up to the top floor!"

I took the lead and ran upstairs.

In fact, there was another reason why I didn't want to leave. The woman wearing the paper mask is still in the building. The Underworld Show is offering 100 points to kill her. If possible, I want to take a closer look at her. Maybe I will make surprising discoveries.

The woman's head disappeared, and Truman and I felt a sense of urgency in our hearts.

"The flow of time in deep dreams is different from reality. If we stay here for a long time, reality and illusion may be completely confused." I quickly ran upstairs. The internal structure of the building was similar, and the whole structure formed an upward spiral. , each compartment is closely connected.

The situation didn't change until we reached the eighteenth floor. The first thing was the color of the walls. The walls on other floors were white or light gray, but the walls on this floor were dark black.

"There's something wrong." The dark walls looked mysterious in dreams, full of insecurity. I stepped inside and found that all the doors on this floor were also black. If you didn't distinguish carefully, you couldn't even tell. Where is the wall, where is the door.

"Anchor, don't rush in. Black is not a good color in dreams. I'm afraid there are terrible things hidden on this floor." The doors of the compartments are not locked. If there is something really hidden inside, they may He would run out and surround me and Truman.

Colors have special meanings in dreams, Yingzi once told me, so I didn’t rush to open these doors to check, and stood there waiting for Truman to come over: “Old Chu, what do you think black means in dreams? "

"Black is the shadow formed when there is a lack of light. If you dream of black, it usually means that you will discover a fact that you never knew, or that the feelings you have hidden in your heart will be discovered by the people around you. . Black represents danger and is often related to evil." Truman frowned and thought for a while: "According to the data provided by volunteers, if you dream of walking into a dark room or dreaming of a person wearing black , it means that someone will destroy your relationship or career, or even bring danger to your life."

"I can't tell, but you are quite knowledgeable about dream interpretation."

"It's not my opinion, it's my experience. I summarized these based on the volunteers' dictation." Truman lowered his voice: "Hurry up and find a window, and leave immediately after reading. Black is really not an auspicious color in dreams."

Walking through the dark corridor, Truman and I came to the end of the passage. The stairs leading to the next floor were also black, symbolizing ominousness.

"This building doesn't look that high from the outside." Truman and I stepped onto the black stairs one after another and reached the nineteenth floor.

This is the top floor of the entire building. It is a large space filled with all kinds of sundries.

There are dolls, flower pots, furniture with peeling paint, rusty iron stoves, huge gears, and mechanical parts as tall as a human body.

There are a lot of things, but without exception, these are all old things, probably waste abandoned by people.

"Why are they all piled up here?"

Looking up, the 19th floor has no ceiling and looks like a castle in the air. A large clock is erected on the top of the building using twisted steel as a support.

The clock face is five meters in diameter and divided into three layers inside and outside. The outermost layer is marked with twenty-four numbers, which seems to represent twenty-four hours. The second layer is marked with twelve numbers, just like a real clock. What is strange is the innermost layer. The dial is full of fine text, half of it is pure black and half of it is pure white, which seems to symbolize day and night.

"Does this clock record dream time?" I just made a random guess. In fact, my eyes only stayed on the dial for a few seconds and then moved away because I discovered something even more incredible.

On the outermost dial, three hands pointed crookedly at different places. The thickest pointer stopped horizontally in the center of the dial, and the woman I had seen before was sitting on it!

On the 19th floor of the building, her skirt was blown by the wind of dreams. She looked into the distance wearing a paper mask, rocking bright red high heels, and the entire dream world was beneath her feet.

"This woman..." For a moment, I couldn't find the words to describe her.

I didn't know what she wanted to do or where her gaze rested. I could only hide among the pile of debris and peek at her side face, watching her gently raise her hand at the moment when the pointers crossed.

After the twelve bells rang, the innermost dial began to rotate with her fingers, and all the hands fell into the black area.

At the same time, there was a sound of pushing the door open in the building. I lay down on the stairs and peeked, and the doors were knocked open one after another, and "thoughts" flew out one by one!