As soon as he opened his eyes, Carl saw this girl who was trying to call herself a girl but actually looked more like a young woman staring at him.

"What's up?"

The other party's gaze was so aggressive that even Carl, a young and strong man, could not bear it.

Hearing Karl's words, Iris finally stopped staring at him and looked into his eyes and asked:

"How did you get your psychic powers?"

Hearing Iris's question, Carl felt inexplicably relieved.

He was afraid that the other party would say, "How about sleeping with me tonight?"

Carl is confident that he can handle it, but it's hard to say about Hope and Ying.

The two of them might try to attack Elise.

After relaxing a little, Carl subconsciously put his arm around Hope's shoulders and began to tell her about how he and Hope were captured by the Mind Flayer and what happened afterwards.

The other companions around were also hearing about the two people's specific experiences for the first time, so they all pricked up their ears and listened to Carl's story.

Finally, the story ended when the two used the exile spell to return to the main plane. Bane and the other two combined what happened when they first met Carl and barely connected the whole process together.

"I see. Is this the psychic talent brought by the Mind Flayer larvae? Unfortunately, this probably cannot be replicated."

After listening to Carl's description, Iris murmured to herself with regret.

Karl couldn't help but get a little irritated after seeing this.

"What's going on? Can't you just say it straight?"

After saying that, Carl couldn't help but secretly curse those netizens who asked the Riddler to get out of Gotham. Ever since they said that, the Riddler seemed to multiply and appeared everywhere.

Even after traveling through time, you can still often encounter it.

Perhaps sensing the emotions in Carl’s words, Iris smiled apologetically and began to explain.

"After you fall asleep, will you enter a strange spiritual world? That is a special spiritual world that we dream spirits call the self-dream world.

This is a special psychic talent. Now that the connection between the dream world and the main plane is completely severed, dream spirits can only project their influence into reality by connecting to their own dream world masters.

In other words, if you accept a dream spirit, your descendants will become dream-leavers."

It was a rare explanation that she gave without hiding anything. Iris just stared at Carl quietly, as if waiting for his questions and answers.

But after hearing this, Carl was temporarily in a somewhat awkward state of having his privacy exposed.

He originally thought that the golden finger was a benefit that he had lost contact with for a long time after he traveled through time, but after listening to Iris's description, it turned out that it might just be a special psychic talent.

"No wonder it can't add points, and there's no mall to exchange things. So this is my own ability?"

Carl suppressed his regretful mood, sat up straight, and continued to ask Iris:

"Is there something you're telling me now?"

For no reason, Karl felt that Iris would not bring up this topic for no reason.

Iris opened her mouth, as if she really wanted to make a request, but after her eyes glanced at Ying, she closed it again.

After a moment of silence, she spoke again: "Nothing, I just want to remind you that your dream world may be invaded by nightmare spirits. If you feel that your emotions are not right recently, you must tell me in time."

After saying this, the gloomy young woman, who was very much like the Riddler, turned around, sat down, and entered into meditation again.

"ha?"

Carl, who felt a little puzzled by Iris's behavior, twitched his mouth twice, then leaned back and put his weight completely on the back of the chair.

The other party's reminder reminded him of the strange ball of light he had seen at the edge of the third level of the dream.

"So, I have become as popular as Tang Monk's meat among the dream spirits?"

Resisting the urge to raise his hand to his forehead and sigh to the sky, Carl smacked his lips and felt a little tired.

Just as I was about to say something, there was suddenly some commotion in the team ahead.

"Why are there so many things happening one after another? Are we going to be able to live a peaceful life?"

Carl put on the power armor in an instant and flew out of the truck with a suffocating emotion in his chest.

In front of the army of constructs, a group of medium-sized humanoid creatures with white hair all over their bodies, hunched over and with thick limbs were roaring in a disorderly manner and trying to attack.

Carl immediately recognized that these were creatures called Marsh Bearmen, a race with a certain level of intelligence, and most importantly, they could be tamed.

Realizing this, Carl immediately raised his head and looked around.

Because of the terrain, their team was no longer at the highest point, but had come to a place similar to a dry riverbed.

This is a very suitable terrain for ambush. We just need to prepare some huge rocks on both sides in advance and push them down when Carl and his team pass by here. Those old-fashioned constructs will definitely suffer heavy losses.

The surrounding area did not look like the habitat of the swamp bear people, which made Carl subconsciously think that these swamp bear people were driven and used as bait to lure him and others.

However, as Carl looked around, he did not see any ambushers.

There was nothing noteworthy on the cliffs on both sides, let alone any huge rocks.

"What's going on?"

For a moment, Carl was confused.

But people can get confused, but shells can’t.

"Bang!"

Just as a swamp bear man stepped forward to attack, the constructs in the first row launched an attack.

The compression and release of magic power produced a sound similar to an explosion, and the shells created by the magic patterns of the rapid-fire weapon flew out of the muzzle in a rotation.

"puff--"

A flesh and blood body might have a certain degree of protection against ordinary muskets, but when the caliber reaches the "cannon" level, even a monster with stoneskin has to weigh the severity of the attack.

There is no doubt that the construct's attacks are quite deadly.

Along with the sound of flesh being torn, blue-purple blood splashed out.

With just one round of volleys, these creatures with a challenge level of only 2 were almost wiped out.

Just as Carl was about to turn around and leave, something suddenly fled quickly from the cliff in the distance.

It wasn’t big, probably only as high as Carl’s calf.

Because there are very few small or micro creatures that are particularly strong, and even if there are, they are unlikely to appear in such places, so Carl did not put any energy into this matter. He just thought it was some kind of violent rat, and then returned to the truck and ordered the team to move on.

Meanwhile, on the ground above.

The thing that had just escaped suddenly began to grow in size as it ran.

It was wearing a piece of linen and looked no different from a swamp bear man, but its eyes were shining with psychic energy.

In the direction he was running, a drow was sitting cross-legged, his body lifted by psychic energy and slightly suspended above the ground.

(End of this chapter)