"I'm confused all day long and absent-minded. What else do you do to hit? I wonder if I thought you had entered the Moulin Rouge in Holmes?"

The blacksmith, who was almost beaten by the apprentice, reprimanded the apprentice Morris in a furious manner.

The gust of saliva gushed out was only a lot more than the sparks on the anvil.

Morris lowered his head and let his master scold him, feeling deeply aggrieved.

Recently, I have always dreamed of a strange dream.

At first, that dream was just a vague whisper;

Slowly, the whispers became clearer and clearer.

"The lingering shadows, wandering deaths, are secretly happy because of the defilement of killing, and are happy because of the splash of blood. Dagon and Hydra, gladly stare at your sacrifice, and wait for the stars to return to your throne, and Lalaye rises, and you will also be redeemed!"

The whispers full of the charm of death and evil conversion made Morris increasingly afraid of sleep.

He was afraid... he would be afraid that he would be unable to resist the temptation and pursue the dreamy words!

I don’t know how long it took, but the master finally scolded me and was tired.

Morris also ended this mental torture.

Although it seems unworthy of mentioning compared to the whisper in dreams.

At night, the blacksmith shop finally closed down and walked out of the hot furnace house. A gust of wind caused the groggy Morris to form a formation.

He wandered on the cold streets and did not dare to go home.

But where can I go if I don’t go home?

During a while of hesitation, he made a fuss and stepped into a dark alley.

Through the streets, he stopped in front of a slightly old single-family hut.

This is a slum, with houses stacked like fish scales and difficult to enter, but this cottage can enjoy a piece of open space, which makes it a special status.

He walked to the door, struggled for a long time, and knocked on the door.

"Come in!"

An old voice came from the door.

Morris gritted his teeth and pushed open the door.

The pungent smell of rancidness made Morris pale, his Adam's apple roll, and he almost vomited on the spot.

He subconsciously wanted to leave, but when he thought of the terrifying murmur in his dream, he still stayed.

"Gurl!"

His vomiting that was coming back to his throat was even more uncomfortable due to the sour smell of the stomach bag.

I looked around and saw that this small and small house was filled with bottles and jars.

Looking closely, all kinds of swollen and white organs were clearly sealed in the bottles and jars.

I don't know if it's a human or an animal?

Looking in along the dim candlelight source, I saw an old wizard with sparse hair and a hunched figure grinding a gem beside a stone platform that was corroded with monocles of glasses.

"The emotional body is weak, the mental body is weak, the celestial body is active... have a nightmare?"

The old wizard looked up at Morris and asked casually.

Just one sentence turned Morris's anxiety into vanish.

He said excitedly: "That's right, Master Heyman, I have been having a nightmare over the past few days. I feel like I'm going crazy. Please help me!"

As he said, he suddenly remembered something and took out all his money: "This is my medical treatment. Have you seen enough? Not enough, I will go home to get it."

The old wizard didn't even look at the money Morris took out, and continued to polish the gems and said, "Tell me in detail!"

“Yes yes…”

Morris nodded quickly and spoke out all the murmurs in the dream he encountered.

After saying that, the room fell into silence.

There is only the friction sound of the old wizard polishing the gems.

Morris looked at the old wizard with eagerness and expectation, waiting for his speech.

"You are suffering from evil spirits! You only appear in your dreams. I am afraid it is a ghost from that place. Take this gem and it will appear in your dream, carry it and respond to that voice."

The old wizard turned around, took out an emerald from a wooden box behind him and pressed it on the side of the table.

"Respond to that voice?"

Morris was stunned: "And...and what?"

“It will solve everything.”

The old wizard raised his chin and signaled the emerald beside the table.

Morris wanted to ask, but unexpectedly, a "grizz" sound suddenly came from the depths of the room, like a beast roaring, and like a demon roaring, interrupting his doubts and asking dryly:

"I, how much should I pay you?"

"The matter is resolved, come back with the gem."

"this……"

Morris was stunned. He subconsciously glanced deep in the room, reached out to pick up the gems beside the table, and left the wizard's hut in horror.

The old wizard ignored Morris' reaction.

I couldn't be even more interested in what happened to him.

Compared to the horror outside the wall, the mere dream erosion is just a disease of tinea scabies.

This young man, who was covered in pig iron smell, even knew that every piece of pig iron he hit was collected from the undead spirit.

It was a more terrifying existence than a ghost in a dream.

...

...

After returning home, Morris washed up briefly, hesitated and lay on the hard couch that looked like a coffin, holding the emerald in his right hand tightly and closing his eyes.

I wonder if it's too tired or emerald's comfort?

As soon as he closed his eyes, he fell into the abyss of endless illusion as if he was stepping on the air.

The disgusting but joyful murmur echoed again.

‘The lingering shadows, wandering deaths, secretly happy by the defilement of killing, and happy by the splash of blood…’

The soul-catching sound made Morris' soul scream.

He suddenly remembered something and raised his hand to look.

I saw an emerald gem indeed appeared in his palm.

"You...who are you?!"

Morris screamed.

As soon as the sound came out, the sound of whispering in the dream suddenly stopped.

"Hosh...hush..."

Morris, who was sleeping, suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the familiar ceiling, and then subconsciously looked at the palm of his hand.

The emerald is still lying quietly.

"Is this... over?"

He looked at the emerald with an incredible face.

A thought that made him terrified and angry appeared.

He has heard people say:

All evil things are actually done by the old wizard. Whenever he is short of money, he will send the zombies he raises to harass others and use them to defraud money.

If...if this is true...no wonder he could tell at a glance that I was having a nightmare.

This must be his command!

Morris thinks about it more and more likely.

The more disgusted the emerald in his hand, he finally got angry and threw the emerald out of his heart.

The emerald hit the wall, bounced and fell, rolling around by the window, beating Xuan'er, as if mocking Morris' incompetent fury!

——What can you do if you realize the truth? Don’t you have to give the money right?

Morris stared at Emerald with red eyes, and his expression suddenly became frightened.

Under the faint moonlight, countless slippery and dark tentacles reflected on the wall, passing through the barriers of reality and dreams in the interweaving and twisting, sweeping up, submerging Morris... dragging towards the darkness hidden under the bed.

"No——Um..."
To be continued...