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Twisted streets, crooked buildings, gorgeous and weird colors, and shadows flashing from time to time in the corners.

This is a maze of the soul, where countless abandoned memories are buried. It is also a third world that ordinary people can never come into contact with.

"It seems that the location is different from the last time I entered. There is some trouble." No one can tell how big the deep dreamland is. The map I got from Chen Jiuge only recorded a small area.

The time clock tower where Little A is located was the main reference for judging the direction when I entered the deep dream last time. But this time when I entered the deep dream from Zhu Li's middle dream, everything around me changed.

"The painting holding up the heart should be the most untouchable memory in Zhu Li's heart. It is connected to the deep dreams and is suppressed in the deepest part of his heart. It seems that Zhu Li really fell in love with Wu Lian at least for a moment. female."

Normal people can apply many formulas to their thinking analysis and have countless examples to refer to. However, few people can clearly guess the psychology of perverted murderers. They are different from normal people, regardless of their thoughts, behavior style, or attitude towards love.

Entering the deep dreamland again, I felt a lot. I looked up at the variegated sky: "The night of the deep dreamland has not yet come. With my current strength, as long as I don't encounter a large group of 'thoughts' and 'bad memories', I shouldn't be able to protect myself very much." Big question.”

I have the Dream Wing Gu, which allows me to take the initiative to escape from deep dreams at critical moments. This is one of the reasons why I am not panicking at all now.

The line of sight is blocked by countless weird and different buildings. If you want to see the distance, you can only enter the surrounding buildings.

Each building in the deep dream has its own story, inhabited by memories that the owner has long forgotten, either painful, sad, or full of malice.

I still remember the first time I encountered a nightmare in a deep dream. I had to be extremely careful here, otherwise I don’t know when the boat would capsize in the gutter.

Walking on the empty streets, stepping on the silhouettes of human figures embedded in the ground like water stains, I walked nearly a kilometer before I found a tall building.

The red and black appearance has strange flowing lines and is full of the weirdness of dreams.

The building was about seven stories tall and stood out from the crowd.

"I don't know who's lost things are hidden here." I just wanted to see further and determine my position.

Entering the building, the walls on each floor were inlaid with human-shaped water stains, and the stairs went straight up. When I reached the second floor, I realized something was wrong.

When you stand outside the building and look at it, there are windows on the wall, but when you enter the building, you don't see a trace of light, as if it is completely enclosed.

"In dreams, you should try to stay away from things like mirrors and stairs. If you stay on the corridor for a long time, unexpected changes may occur."

I was about to retreat, but when I turned around, the way I came had disappeared, and when I looked back, there were only endless stairs.

"Is there something targeting me?" The daytime in the deep dreamland is relatively safe, otherwise I wouldn't have survived that long last time.

Standing on the corridor, I quickly calmed down.

Deep dreams are mysterious and unpredictable. Monsters composed of countless memories and thoughts will also appear in many things that are simply impossible to happen in real life. All logic and laws do not apply here.

"Try to go back the same way first." I closed my eyes, closed off my five senses, and only released my strong will.

I followed the route I took when I came in, step by step, and every movement was almost the same.

But when I opened my eyes again, I was still in the corridor, in a position where I couldn't go up or down.

"It's not an illusion. The stairs do exist." I reached out and touched the black and red wall: "Since it's not an illusion, it means it has an entity. Maybe I can try to break it open with violence!"

After entering the dream, his Taoist and ghost skills were greatly suppressed and greatly reduced. This was actually one of the reasons why the black robe chose to drag the butcher into a deep dream duel.

When I dreamed a few times before, I had already discovered that there is no evil spirit in the dream world, and I can only consume my own strength. When the evil energy stored in the yin orifices is exhausted, I will even lose the ghost ring. Can't be opened.

"Let's try it first." I didn't summon any ghosts to help. I simply wrapped my palms with Yin evil energy and used the force of the Bengquan to hit the wall.

The Yin evil energy dissipated automatically when it touched the red-black wall, leaving no trace behind. Instead, the dark lines on the palm shone with a faint light, cracking the wall like a knife and opening a thin crack.

"This underworld pattern can also be used in deep dreams?" The underworld pattern is something that only masters of ghost cultivators have a very small chance of obtaining. It connects to the netherworld and contains the power of reincarnation.

I looked into the crack and saw that the wall was filled with flowing black and red colors, like another space.

"Black symbolizes death and disaster, red symbolizes blood and impulse. This should not be a way out, but a trap." How could the person who laid out the endless corridor not consider this most basic issue? If the wall can be easily broken Well, what's the point of the siege?

There was nothing on the stairs that could be used as a reference. I didn't know if I was wandering in place or if I was trapped in a strange circle.

Touching the ghost ring with my fingers, I released the evil ghost and let it stay where it was.

When I entered the dream for the first time, the big-hearted and foolish evil ghost was uncharacteristically uncharacteristic, giving me a very uneasy feeling, as if I might lose my mind at any time.

I didn’t know why it was scared. After a brief comfort, I walked upstairs. When I almost lost sight of it, I released the naughty ghost again.

The pervert's behavior was even worse. She didn't dare to stay alone in the corridor and followed me no matter what. She looked like a coward rather than a pervert.

There was no other way, so I released the lust ghost again and continued to move forward. I looked at the jade beads in the ghost ring, and finally released Master Wang.

After cultivating in the ghost ring for so long, Master Wang's soul has recovered.

He is the most special of all ghosts. He was originally a person who returned Yang, but the death energy and most of the Yin energy were rubbed away by the mountain god statue. Now the Yin and Yang are balanced in his body, and at first glance he is no different from a living person.

He had been sleeping in the ghost ring and was suddenly awakened. After regaining his composure, Master Wang looked around and said in a very sure tone: "You must be in trouble."

"You still understand me."

"It's okay, you definitely won't call me out." Master Wang moved his hands and feet: "What do you want me to do?"

"Don't worry, have you experienced any changes in your body after cultivating for such a long time?" The most indispensable thing in deep dreams is time. I looked at Master Wang. He and I were like grasshoppers on the same rope. We both prospered and lost. It's a loss for both of us, and it's also good for me for him to become stronger.

"I feel like I have become more like a human being." Master Wang shrugged: "You called me out just to chat, right?"

Master Wang's condition is much better than before. After the battle with Sanyin Sect, I can completely trust him: "Now we are in a deep dream."

"Deep dream?"

I told Master Wang everything I encountered in the dream without hiding anything.

After hearing this, he was amazed and walked in the corridor, looking back from time to time to look at the lust ghost standing in the distance as a landmark: "Penrose Stairs?"

I have never heard of this term. From a purely intellectual perspective, this best-selling suspense novel writer in front of me is going to crush me on several levels.

Perhaps seeing my confusion, Master Wang explained: "A method of converting a three-dimensional space into a two-dimensional space, resulting in visual differences, can also be called an endless corridor."

He pointed to the place where the evil ghosts and lust ghosts were standing: "With the line of sight as the boundary, there are four turning points, four stairs, and the four corners are connected, but each staircase is upward and can be extended infinitely. This is not the case in the three-dimensional world. Possible scenarios.”

To be honest, I didn't understand what he meant: "Just tell me how to leave."

"The creation of the endless corridor is based on the phenomenon of optical illusion. It can only appear when entering the two-dimensional world from the three-dimensional world. If you want to leave..." Master Wang pointed to the top of his head: "We might as well change the way of thinking and viewing. angle."