From the first level of dream to the second level of dream, the first thing Lin Huai realized was that the dream owner's ability to guard the dream had become stronger. Originally, he could knock down Lu Renjia with one move, but in the second level of dream, the opponent

He was actually able to block it several times. In addition, because he was the master of the dream, Lu Renjia's ability to influence him was also strengthened. Moreover, as Lu Renjia gradually let go of himself, he felt that his

Rationality has also gradually been weakened.

The superposition of waves is mutual, so while the second layer of dreams affects Lu Renjia, it also affects Lin Huai. Lin Huai silently remembered this common sense.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and entered the third level of dreamland.

The moment he entered the third level of dreamland, he felt the influence of his subconscious mind on him, which was intensifying in a series.

He found himself in an extremely luxurious mansion. The men and women in the mansion were having a carnival, just like the mansion used by Gatsby to play music every night. At the top of the mansion, Lu Renjia held a crystal wine glass and closed his eyes intoxicatedly.

Keep an eye on.

Lin Huai concentrated his mind and decided to get close to him. He passed through the men and women gathering for carnival and passed by the Haitang City scene on the second floor. After knocking out several patrolling dream guards, the stairs leading to the rooftop finally appeared in front of him.

In front of you.

The Lord of Dreams was already close at hand, but he sighed irritably.

"It seems that the third level of dreams is already the limit of my current ability." He said with red eyes, "The evidence is..."

He sobbed.

"When my hand was scratched by the glass shards, I actually wanted to cry... This is already a sign that sensibility has the upper hand." He wiped his eyes, and the corners of his peach blossom eyes were actually filled with tears at this moment.

Holding a few tears that burst from the pain, "I... ugh..."

He tried hard to control his urge to cry, sobbed, tore off some of his shirt, and tied up his wound. Then, he shook his shoulders and looked at the mirror next to him with red eyes.

——It’s time to dress up as a female ghost and scare people, he thought.

"Pa." Lin Huai whispered.

With the activation of his ability to create dreams, he quickly shrank in the mirror from a young male with a height of 179cm to a beautiful girl with a height of 167cm.

The beautiful girl is dressed in red, with a cold temperament and a slim figure. She looks like a rose stained with crystal dew presented to the dead by her lover in black gauze in front of a white Gothic tombstone. Compared to Lin Huai, she looks taller.

She is much softer, and a red mole under her eyes adds a bit of charm.

Lin Huai admired himself in the mirror for a while and couldn't help but said: "I'm so beautiful."

This was something he would never say normally. Driven by his own instinct, he paused for a while, and then the girl in the mirror nodded her chin.

"I have to set up a safe word. When I say this word, my ability will be activated to get me out of this dream." She thought, "That's it."

She looked at herself in the mirror and said seriously: "Matryoshka dolls are not allowed here."

After setting up the safe word, she shook her long black hair, raised one corner of her mouth, and walked upstairs. The noisy dinner didn't stop until eleven o'clock at night. As the host of the dream, Lu Renjia was very interested in Lin Huai

The intrusion was completely unaware.

He put on his pajamas and returned to his bedroom. In the third-level dream, he was so full of extravagant desires that he originally planned to order the housekeeper to find some beauties. However, when a pair of white dancing shoes appeared in his peripheral vision, he

Stopped.

'Why are there dancing shoes here?'

A pair of dancing shoes suddenly lay on the carpet outside the bedroom. They looked old and damp, with a little mud on the toes, as if they had been walking in the woods or swamp for a long time.

Lu Renjia's thinking stagnated for a moment.

"No need. By the way, throw away these damn flowers on the ground."

He said impatiently and returned to the bedroom. After turning on all the lights in the corridor, a blood-red figure walked out from behind the vase.

That's his "sugar bowl."

In a supernatural incident, the same object that appears in front of the victim many times can play a strong psychological suggestive role. Just like the flickering candlelight, the mirror that follows the shadow, and the ubiquitous laughter, all can give the victim a strong psychological suggestion.

It brings an illusion that "the devil is everywhere, but I am helpless". And this pair of dancing shoes injected with psychological suggestions by Lin Huai is his "sugar bowl".

After entering the bedroom, Lu Renjia did not rest immediately. He looked at himself in the mirror and frowned, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Who put those shoes on my doorstep?" he thought.

The soles of those shoes were wet, with many dark, splatter-like mud spots. It stands to reason that walking down the corridor wearing such a pair of dirty shoes would inevitably leave many footprints on the road.

Lu Renjia did see a lot of footprints, but the series of footprints stopped where the shoes stopped.

"boring."

Lu Renjia quickly judged it as a silly prank. When he closed his eyes and was about to lie down on the bed before twelve o'clock, the door rang.

The door seemed to be knocked by someone, slowly and slowly. However, what was a bit strange was that the position where the door panel was knocked seemed to be at the bottom. Lu Renjia had no choice but to get out of bed and open the door: "I told you not to

Come and find..."

The moment he opened the door, he was stunned.

The corridor outside the door was empty, except for a dim oil lamp that was still shining, illuminating the corridor with dark shadows all day long.

"housekeeper?"

Lu Renjia called out, but no one answered. The manor that was still in flames an hour ago now seemed to be the only one left.

A chill that came from nowhere surged into his heart. At the same time, he also saw something on the dark green carpet under the dim light of the fire.

That pair of shoes.

The pair of dancing shoes lay quietly in the middle of the corridor. Other than that, there was no one else in the corridor.

"Who's playing a prank?"

He yelled into the corridor, but all he could hear was his own echo.

He wanted to throw away the pair of shoes, but the dark corridor kept him from making up his mind. After hesitating for a moment, he closed the door and returned to the room.

Before Lu Renjia could close her eyes, the knock on the door rang again.

This time, the location where the door panel was knocked seemed to have moved up a little.

"Who is it—"

He got out of bed angrily.

When he opened the door again, there was no one outside. Lu Renjia looked towards the end of the corridor through the dim corridor lamp.

There was silence at the end of the corridor, only darkness. However, after he looked at it for a long time, something was faintly moving in the darkness.

"Squeak——"

The strange sound was like the hoarse cough of an old man rolling in his throat due to muscle spasm. Lu Renjia's hand shook and he realized that the sound came from the wooden door he was holding on to.

"Oh……"

He secretly laughed at his timidity, but the moment he lowered his head, he saw the pair of white dancing shoes again!

Why is it here!

The toes of the dancing shoes were facing the door, and Lu Renjia was horrified. He clearly remembered that the shoes were in the middle of the corridor!

...and now, it is even closer to the door!

...No, at the beginning, the pair of shoes was not in the center of the corridor, but on the edge of the corridor, further away from the door than when the door was opened last time...

Could it be...

Those shoes are mine, have you come here?

Lu Renjia shook his head, trying to drive this ridiculous idea out of his mind.

"...Is anyone there?" he shouted, "Is anyone there?"

No one answered.

A deeper coldness surged into his heart. Lu Renjia stared at the pair of dancing shoes, gritted his teeth, and slammed the door.

However, he did not return to bed, but stood guard by the door. He wanted to see who was pulling this prank!

Not long after, a rustling sound came from outside the door. It sounded like soft-soled cloth shoes scraping against the floor.

Lu Renjia held her breath and concentrated, and then the sound of knocking on the door rang.

Different from last time, this time, the door panel was knocked at a higher position, finally reaching the height where ordinary people knock on the door. Lu Renjia immediately opened the door with lightning speed.

"you……"

The sound was stuck in his throat, and there was no one outside the dark door.

At the same time, his toes mentioned something.

A pair of dancing shoes.

The pair of shoes stopped by the door, with the toes pointed inward. The toes of the dancing shoes were stained with deep black mud, like a big mouth that was open in the dark, mocking him.

The pair of shoes stood in front of him, like a silent mockery.

Cold sweat like maggots finally crawled all over his back. From the time the knock on the door rang to the time he opened the door, there was no chance for the prankster outside the door to escape!

...What exactly is this?

At this moment, he finally had the opportunity to look at the door panel. He did not dare to step out of the door. The pair of dancing shoes faced him, almost dancing in a ballroom dance. It was like the Chu River and Han boundary between the living and the dead, pulling him away.
To be continued...