end of ten days.

In the darkness, Xiao Cheng closed his eyes tightly.

He felt that he should have invaded Qi Xia's dream.

There was a strange breeze blowing across his skin, feeling warm to the touch.

Although he couldn't smell anything in the dream, Xiao Cheng still felt that his nostrils were filled with a burst of hot gas.

This feeling is very strange, as if what I am breathing is not air, but a strange gas.

At this time, every cell in his body was sending him danger signals, and his subconscious was also telling him that he should run away now and never open his eyes.

It was as if what he was invading was not someone's dream, but an endless hell filled with Rakshasa.

Even though he didn't see anything, instinctive reactions kept coming from the depths of his brain. Before he even opened his eyes, he felt the hairs all over his body stand up, and his back felt chilly.

Xiao Cheng had invaded dreams several times, but never encountered a similar situation. It seemed that this person's dream was not "a very strong psychological defense", but that he was completely crazy.

"Brother Qi...you helped me...I'll help you once too...you won't hurt me, right?"

Xiao Cheng slowly opened his eyes and faced Qi Xia's dream, but just this glance scared him so much that he almost lost his soul.

He had seen about seven or eight people's dreams. Whether it was an ordinary dream or a nightmare, nothing touched the soul as directly as the scene in front of him.

Is this really a dream?

The first thing that caught Xiao Cheng's eyes was a large block of blood-red color. This was a very vast space. At first glance, it looked like a corner of a medium-sized city. But upon closer inspection, whether it was the road under his feet or the field of view, The buildings in it are, without exception, made of beating dark red flesh.

These flesh and blood are extremely red, and are beating slightly and rhythmically. There is a layer of red blood mist above the flesh and blood. It is not accurate to say that it is "infinite hell". It feels more like being swallowed by a huge beast. In the belly.

And on this red street, there were countless figures standing silently, and each of them had lost their face.

Their face was like a smooth plane, with all their facial features disappearing. They were standing blankly in place, their facial muscles moving continuously, as if they were making expressions or opening their mouths to speak.

The blood all over Xiao Cheng's body turned cold at this moment.

He found that none of the faceless people were moving and just stood there like scarecrows. Then he relaxed a little and kept telling himself "this is just a dream."

Then he raised his head and looked at the sky in a daze, and found that the sky here was also a huge piece of flesh and blood, with a large number of pulses beating slightly on it, as if this place was really the body of something, and this blood-red sky was that huge piece of flesh. The monster's stomach lining.

Fortunately, he couldn't smell the smell in his dream, otherwise Xiao Cheng would have expected that this place would be filled with a stench that would be unacceptable to humans.

He swallowed and moved his eyes somewhat sluggishly, scanning the blood-red "sky" from left to right. After a few seconds, he was stunned in place again.

On this piece of flesh and blood as huge as the sky, a huge moving eyeball was looking around. When Xiaocheng saw it, it also turned its sight instantly and met Xiaocheng's horrified eyes.

With just one glance, Xiao Cheng felt that his soul was being pulled out of his body, and all the hairs on his back stood up and rubbed against his clothes.

Why are there such big eyeballs in this world?

The pupils of the huge eyeball kept trembling slightly, as if they were looking at him from top to bottom.

This eyeball grows on this piece of flesh and blood sky... Is this piece of flesh and blood really a living thing?

If it is a living thing, then what is it...?

"It shouldn't be able to see me..." Xiao Cheng murmured to himself, as if to cheer himself up, but also as if he was trying to find a way to comfort himself, "After all, I am just an outsider... I have low abilities, and it can't see it. mine……"

Even so, the eyeballs were always staring straight at him, so Xiao Cheng could only move his gaze away and try not to be affected by it.

They say, "Think about something every day and dream about it at night." What is Qi Xia thinking about every day that leads to this weird nightmare?

While he was in a daze, the sound of gurgling water reached his ears. He turned his head and followed the sound of running water. He saw that there was a rolling "little river" crossing the center of the city.

The small river is some distance away from me, as if to make it easier for pedestrians to cross, there is a small man-made arch bridge built on it.

Xiao Cheng blinked and slowly walked towards the "little river".

He stood on the arch bridge and looked down after being mentally prepared. The sticky blood collided and rolled with each other, splashing countless blood splashes and then flowing further away.

A closer look revealed that there were large black fish in the river. They jumped up in the churning water and almost jumped into Xiao Cheng's face.

Only then did Xiao Cheng realize that these fish, like the people standing on the street, had no facial features at all.

They had neither mouths nor eyes, and their bare bodies were like shuttles. They dangled in front of Xiao Cheng for a moment and then fell back into the river, splashing with blood.

It seems that their jumping up is not to greet the people standing on the shore, but because of lack of oxygen.

They are struggling in the river of blood. They want to live, but they can't breathe. They don't even have gills. How can they survive in the water?

No...even if they have gills, this is not water, but a river of dark red and sticky blood.

Where is this "nightmare"?

This is real hell.

Xiao Cheng couldn't stop shaking all over, and soon he fell to his knees, holding on to the handle of the arch bridge and retching again and again.

He had met Qi Xia and had a brief conversation with Qi Xia. The other person seemed to be in a normal state of mind, but how could his inner world be like hell?

Will he see such a world every day when he closes his eyes...?

Although Xiao Cheng has not entered many dreams, he always feels that only antisocial lunatics can match this kind of terrifying psychological world.

"What the hell..." Xiao Cheng retched for a long time, then stretched out his hand to wipe his mouth. His whole body was still shaking uncontrollably.

Although he knew it was a dream, everything in the dream was too real.

He knelt on the ground and reached out to touch the arch bridge under his feet, only to find that the arch bridge really seemed to be made of flesh and blood. It not only exuded a bright red color, but was even slightly elastic.

Put your palm gently on it and you can feel the heartbeat of the city.

Xiao Cheng asked himself if he would have such a nightmare, he would rather never fall asleep, otherwise he would go crazy before long.

"No way...I can't handle this "dream"..."

Whether in terms of the degree of weirdness or the size of the scene, this "nightmare" is far beyond the scope of Xiao Cheng's intervention. Most people's dreams occur in a room or a small fixed area. , but Xiao Cheng saw a blood-red city here.

Not to mention Qi Xia's damaged state of mind, it was difficult to find Qi Xia himself in this city.

Xiao Cheng slowly closed his eyes, and then took a deep breath. He was about to cut off his "dream" on the spot. If he continued to stay here, the only thing waiting for him would be death.

After a few seconds, Xiao Cheng opened his eyes slightly.

But what greeted him was not the "end of the world", but still this red hell.