In a dark prison cell.

Su Mu sat upright on a wooden chair, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand. He blew away the hot steam, took a sip, and looked relaxed.

Opposite him was Yuchi Hong who was tied up.

The vast spiritual force silently invaded Yuchi Hong's soul, distorting his thoughts bit by bit.

After a long time, Yuchi Hong woke up slowly. There was no expression on his face, only fanatical eyes as he looked at Su Mu.

"leader!"

"Well, tell me about the golden nightmare in Seaside City." Su Mu crossed his legs, picked up the teacup, and sipped tea leisurely. The dim light in the cell shone on his fair face, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

"Yes, chief!" Yuchi Hong told everything without any hesitation.

"That golden nightmare is called Dream Weaver..."

"What weaver?" Su Mu put down the teacup in his hand.

"Dream Weaver."

"Heh." Su Mu raised an inexplicable smile and then picked up the teacup: "It's really a professional match."

Yuchi Hong continued, "The Dream Weaver has no physical body and no direct combat capability. Its only ability is to sneak into dreams and transform into various horrible monsters to attack in dreams. Anyone killed by it in a dream will also die in reality and have corresponding scars."

Su Mu nodded, and knew why the previous Nightmare Apostles died and why each person's death was different.

“And it cannot be killed. Even if it dies in the current dream, it can be resurrected in other dreams it has entered. Unless everyone who has dreamed of it dies, it is immortal.

I was not paying attention and it invaded my dream. In the dream, I was terrified and was no match for it. It hurt my soul."

"Why didn't it kill you?"

"The Dream Weaver is very intelligent. It knows that killing me will attract the attention of the Empire, and then more powerful people will be sent. It doesn't want to take such a risk, so it threatened me, saying that it would give me a chance to live, but I must not prevent it from entering dreams to kill people and devour souls."

"I see." Su Mu drank the tea in the cup and then slowly stood up.

"If the Dream Weaver comes to you in your dream again, tell it that I have taken over Seaside City. If you don't want to die, ask it to come into your dream and kill me."

"It's the leader!"

Su Mu said nothing more and left the cell directly.

He was certain that the Dream Weaver would come, because he did not want to be exposed and only wanted to develop secretly. Now that the person in charge of Seaside City had changed, the Dream Weaver would definitely not be able to hold back.

Moreover, the Dream Weaver dares to sneak into the dreams of even the gold-level strongmen at will, let alone himself, who is silver.

All he had to do next was get some sleep.

Dream Weaver? He really wanted to see what level he was at to dare to call himself that.

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Tick-tock, tick-tock,

The cold rain fell on the bluestone ground of the dilapidated alley, splashing tiny water droplets.

The alley was very narrow and filled with a damp atmosphere. The mottled walls looked even more eerie under the rain.

The puddles on the ground reflected several flickering street lamps, and the light and shadows swayed.

Scattered pedestrians holding black umbrellas walked silently among the pedestrians. If one looked down from above, those moving black umbrellas looked like ominous flowers blooming in the dark night.

These pedestrians were all dressed in solemn black suits, and their steps were hurried but silent, as if they were driven by some mysterious force to attend the funeral.

Su Mu stood quietly in the alley, wearing the same black suit. The only difference was that he didn't have an umbrella in his hand.

He casually glanced at the passerby beside him. The face under the black umbrella had no facial features, only pale skin.

It wasn't just this one passerby, the others were all like this, they seemed as if they were copied from the same mold.

At this moment, the men in black all around him suddenly gathered around him. He was crowded with people, and several black umbrellas were put together, completely blocking out the dark sky above Sumutou's head.

The bodies of the men in black were hard and cold, like cold corpses. They just stared at Su Mu silently without saying a word.

Suddenly, a slight smile appeared on Su Mu's lips.

He glanced around casually and commented: "The scene is small, the elements are monotonous, the environment is distorted, the content is old-fashioned, and most importantly... lacks common sense."

Su Mu shook his head in disappointment: "This alley with a sense of age, but there is not even moss on the bluestone on the ground? Is this the dream you wove?

It can't be said to be completely useless, it's just a piece of garbage.

Who taught you to weave dreams like this?"

Perhaps it was Su Mu’s words that touched the soft soul of the Dream Weaver, but those faceless men in black began to act.

They pushed Sumu forward, and Sumu did not resist. He let them push him forward and walked deeper into the alley.

Gradually, the scene deep in the alley became clear. It was an old house with a sense of age, a shabby red-painted door, and two white lanterns hanging on both sides of the eaves, with two big black characters written on them - Dian!

Su Mu looked up at the plaque above the ancient house. On the plaque, which had been weathered by wind and sun, was clearly written "Su Mansion".

"Ah." Su Mu sighed heavily: "Traditional Chinese characters should be used here. Do I need to teach you this common sense?"

Woo woo woo.......

There were mournful sobbing sounds coming from inside the Su Mansion, as if in response to the anger.

Su Mu walked into the old house, which was already filled with people in black who came to mourn. He walked straight into the mourning hall and saw a crystal coffin inside. In front of the coffin were several women in black mourning clothes kneeling and crying sadly.

But they also have no faces.

Looking at the crystal coffin in front of him, Su Mu frowned slightly: "I will give you one last chance. The person lying in the coffin must not be me. Although when people see the corpse of the same kind, it will arouse the fear in their genetic instinct, and this fear will deepen with the degree of similarity between the corpse and themselves.

But... it's too cliché, I hate the feeling of guessing the ending, there's no... "

“That’s enough!!!”

Bang!

The coffin lid was opened from the inside, and Su Mu, with a pale face and furious expression, was seen sitting inside.

With the appearance of Su Mu in the coffin, the entire ancient house began to shake violently, and the wailing sounds around became more and more deafening.

The sky was unusually gloomy and the wind was blowing hard outside, just like the scenes in those cheap horror movies.

"Oh, I knew it."

Su Mu looked at himself in the coffin, looking exactly the same, and shook his head in disappointment: "Why haven't you made any progress? Didn't you listen to a word I just said?"