Chapter 195: Fragments of the Fantasy Dreamland

Ye Tingbai, the indirect murderer who spread the polluted video

He Zai, a criminal madman under the appearance of a otaku, the direct murderer who was stimulated by the movie to blow up the pharmaceutical factory

Tian Xin, a bystander who did not keep his promise to come back to save people

Fran, who stopped others from returning to the factory to save people

And Gao Huihui's role here is purely because these liquid medicines were illegally researched and produced, and they were all led by her. These solutions should not have been so corrosive, but Gao Huihui illegally increased its concentration.

Ye Tingbai put his hands together in front of the man and bowed. He really didn't expect that the reason for the matter was like this. It was indeed related to him.

Ye Tingbai: "If you die, you die, rest in peace. Anyway, you are too angry."

"Anger? You deserve to die!"

The corpse in front of him suddenly opened his eyes and yelled at Ye Tingbai. A sour smell rushed to Ye Tingbai's face. Ye Tingbai clenched his right fist and knocked on the corpse in front of him like knocking on a table.

Puff~

Just like a rotten watermelon, the corpse was completely decapitated, and this time the nanorobots had already gathered in his hands, and the strange pus did not cause any damage to his hands.

Whether it was this monster or the Dream City, their damage capabilities were average, which might also be related to Ye Tingbai's strange physical ability. All pollution sources were blocked here, and anyone here would be beaten back to their original form, but Ye Tingbai retained his ability, and existed like a bug here.

All kinds of fancy dreams were very easy for him to solve, and in the end the Dream City even came up with a bad idea to trick him out of the city and imprison him outside the city wall, sinking into depravity.

The Curly-haired City Lord looked at all this in front of him without any reaction, as if he was used to it. In fact, it was Ye Tingbai's fault for being careless. Curly, as the appointed city lord of the Dream City, how could he be incompetent and be scared by the ghost? Those were just acting for him.

"It's useless. After finding five targets for revenge, his body was dead, but his wish was not fully realized, so he became like this, wandering around the city without a human or a ghost."

Ye Tingbai: "Do the ordinary residents outside know these things?"

Curly nodded.

"Of course, the addition of new members once every ten years is a big deal here. After all, it's too boring."

This explained why when he walked in the city, those people looked at him with disgust and sympathy. In their eyes, these were five murderers who were about to be destroyed.

This is really a case of people sitting at home and the pot coming from the sky. Ye Tingbai couldn't get rid of this pot. It can be said that this incident was actually caused by him. If he hadn't spread the polluted video, this would not have happened.

And at that crime event, there must be a large number of ordinary people who were affected, but those people were not so lucky to encounter something like the Dream City. But is this lucky or unfortunate?

Ye Tingbai: "Where are the other four people?"

The curly-haired city lord was very cooperative and asked him to follow. He took Ye Tingbai to another room, which seemed to be the core of the basement. It was very spacious. There was a disc in the center of the room, and a crystal that was constantly changing colors was floating on the disc.

Four temporary beds were placed around the crystal. Tian Xin, Gao Huihui, Fran, and He Zai were all here.

Ye Tingbai: "What's the situation? The so-called realization of dreams is fake?"

"No, it's true, but only for the chosen people. The creative ability of the Dream City is limited. It can only be used once every ten years, and it has worked once in half a month, so the dreams of the five of you can only be second best."

The bodies of these five people are no different from what they saw before, except that Fran and He Zai were already breathing weakly and were about to die. But Ye Tingbai actually entered the dream with them at that time. It was so real and flawless. How could it be fake?

So he asked, "How exactly is it done?"

"It is the brain that controls your perception. The narration and guidance in the study relax your mind. At this time, after entering the door, the Dream City will replace all your senses and send specific information to your brain. Your brain thinks you have seen it."

Ye Tingbai really feels that this technology is very scary. It allows a person to be deceived without any reaction and is completely unaware. But in fact, your brain receives real signals. How can you let it distinguish between true and false?

But this is a bit wrong. If they can really do this, they could have dealt with Ye Tingbai in the same way, sending some false signals to Ye Tingbai's brain to torture and weaken him.

The Curly City Lord seemed to see Ye Tingbai's doubts and took the initiative to explain.

"You are indeed special. This core is the real Dream City itself. It has many abilities. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the creator, but it needs power. Every time it creates a world, it consumes its own mass.

Originally, interfering with an ordinary person would not consume anything, but interfering with you for only a few minutes even exceeds the energy we accumulate in a year."

Ye Tingbai nodded. This made him feel a lot more relaxed. No wonder the city lord always urged him to leave quickly and not stay in that world for too long.

Ye Tingbai: "What does accumulated power mean?"

"I don't understand, but it may be related to faith. We worship this city or this crystal itself. It has no independent consciousness, so we have been studying it.

All research results point to one result, that is, belief. We, the residents absorbed from the outside world, will affect its expansion rate, but the created humans will not. "

Ye Tingbai then carefully looked at the crystal in front of him. It was changing its shape all the time, just like it contained all things. For no reason, he felt fond of this thing.

Curly sneered.

"It's useless. No one can handle this. It's not something that humans can master."

As soon as the city lord finished speaking, in the next second, Ye Tingbai's hand had already grasped it and took it off. At that moment, the world was no longer stable.

And at the moment when Ye Tingbai came into contact, Ye Tingbai seemed to know a lot, all of which were the experience of this city, a crystallized journey of survival that lasted for thousands of years.

This is a real artifact, a fragment of the dreamland jointly created by all the local gods. Although the number of local gods is huge, the gap between individual powers and foreign gods is too large, and the dreamland will be broken, otherwise there would be no C'Thun escapes.

It is such a piece of crystal that stays in this mezzanine. It has a certain divinity and basic desire, which is to maintain its own existence, and the source of the power of the local gods is human belief.