In this way, my ears were filled with the sound of wind crossing the boundaries of the world, and the scene in front of me also changed back and forth between pure white and dark. There were so many deaths inexplicably. I even felt that I was used to such a roller coaster experience. It was like playing a very difficult abuse game, I kept reading the file and reopening it, and then hitting walls in front of the level again and again.

The only difference is that such a game does not give up the option of shutting down, and once you leave, you will die completely.

After a few times, I opened my eyes and found that the darkness in front of me was gradually familiar. I couldn't say the slut in my mouth for a long time - after all, I'm not a silly man, so how could I say hundreds of sluts without any repetition?

But this time, I found that I did not disappear from the spot in a trance and dizziness, and returned to Rumi... It seemed that something was wrong... It was back to the Fire Sacrifice Field!

It was obvious that the spell had just been recited "I? Hastur cfayak'vul...", and Dad Hook's spell stopped halfway. Did the teleportation fail?

"I heard you are here to negotiate terms with me?"

A strange sound rang in my ears, as if countless beetles were flapping their wings, and like rocks in the abyss were colliding and rubbing, forming a strange tone.

"Who is it!"

I groped vigilantly in the darkness, and finally chose to approach Mr. Rhode's location two steps, leaning against the phosphorescent star crystal that emits a glimmer of light to prevent attacks from behind.

When I got closer, I realized that Mr. Rod had an extremely frightened expression on his face, and even his enlarged pupils were clearly visible. One hand slapped the surface of the crystal and the other hand was holding an old ring. But his whole body seemed to be frozen in the ice of time and space, and the air was emitting from the inside out, like a clay statue.

I could only see him in the glimmer of light, but I still remembered the time and space stop scene created when Dad Hook appeared, pulling me into a fantasy dream, using the time difference between different layers of dreams to create.

"Marcus, put your hand on the meme stamp of the 'Ultimate Disaster'." A familiar voice came, and I placed my hand on my chest in the same way. After a brief burn, my eyes seemed to have been transformed and upgraded, and I could see something in the darkness of light. This feeling was definitely not "seeing" in the general sense, but should be an intuitive reaction that was beyond rationality.

As the visual function recovered, I "saw" Old Yorkson in the stillness of the world, confronting an unknown person - a man with dark skin, tall and thin body, and a cheerful smile.

In my indescribable super-dimensional vision, the figure I saw was tall and thin, with a young but strange appearance, wearing a luxurious and solemn robe, and wearing a double crown that naturally shines with black glitter...

He had the charm that only a dark god or a fallen angel would have. Around his eyes were the spark of burnout that shone out from the unpredictable humor, which made him even breathing more than the world, like a god playing in the world.

The strange black man looked at Old Yorkson with a sarcastic expression, without focusing on me, and clapping gracefully, without opening his mouth, but the voice rang from all directions.

"Interesting." His magical way of making sounds is noisy but not chaotic. "You guessed that I would be interested in him from the dead and resurrected, so you set up such a trap. Do you want to trap me with the door of dreams?"

Old Yorkson took off his hat and nodded slightly. No wonder this old guy has disappeared since the beginning, only Dad Hook was there to resurrect me with the assembly line. It turned out that this guy had been thinking of me for a long time.

"You misunderstood. I am just an old man living in a dream. If I leave this place, I will not be able to exist under your power for a minute, so I will come up with this bad idea."

Old Yorkson still had the humble, polite and owed expression, and wanted to tell everyone that he was thinking about tricks in secret.

But the weird black man didn't care about this, and still looked at us with a contemptuous expression, and a sound came from him.

"Although our previous conversation was very harmonious, aren't you worried about angering me? I've traveled through the gate of Dreams countless times. You have to understand that this does not trap me, and this useless struggle does not have hope to change my destiny."

Old Yorkson said unquestionably: "Of course I understand what you mean. Judging from your long-term layout, the fate of this world has long been destined. Am I right?"

The weird black man suddenly burst into laughter, shaking the surrounding world, as if proving that he could leave at any time was not a false statement.

"Your meager wisdom makes me admire you, and I'm just as curious as the person next to me. Then tell me what I've done. If you can guess my plan, I can consider not taking your life."

Old Yorkson was about to speak, but heard him continue, "But I hope you don't speak, let another person say it."

The weird black man's pure black and light-free eyes turned to me, "The imprint on you is very interesting... Say it, let me see the wisdom of mortals."

Suddenly I was caught by cue, and looked at Old Yorkson and asked in a low voice: "Who is this guy?"

Old Yorkson said calmly: "He can hear it even if he whispers... He is the mastermind behind the scenes, the indescribable god who was summoned just now..."

"Give some clues?"

"The clues are in your mind."

The weird black man laughed out loud again, and the vibration of the space continued, "Tell me quickly, this space cannot accommodate me for too long, and I will break it by myself..."

I coughed lightly, thought about the front and back of things, and tried my best to delay time, imagine that I was Cao Zhi, who wrote a seven-step poem - if I couldn't think of the answer, I would sit there!

"Did you send Migo secretly?" I asked tentatively. Those monsters were just coming out to make trouble. Not only did they expand the space rift, but they also triggered earthquakes and tsunamis, which stimulated the "deep sea catastrophe" to accelerate invasion. No matter how you look at it, they are suspicious.

The weird black man had a contemptuous smile on his face, "Continue."

The technology used by the Migo Flying Team itself is also very strange, and it is even more suspicious to use Professor Albert Wilmas's knowledge. This directly involves the unknown weapon design manuscript in the academy.

"You also secretly left that weapon design manuscript?"

The weird black man nodded slightly this time, "What else?"

I guessed it correctly for two consecutive games. Old Yorkson glanced at me with approval and signaled me to continue according to this idea.

OK, you can spill dirty water exactly? Could it be that the person in front of me was pretended to be King Duanzang of Konohaku?

I instantly became bolder and continued to ask questions in a row.

"You secretly pulled the Yanli Zhengan oxygen transfer tube to cause him to die?"

"You were you who secretly ate the Uz line and made him angry for the summer game to stop?"

"It was you who stole Pig Man's Super Lollipop and caused him to lose to Superman?"

"Is it you who stole Ding Kaile's Enter key that caused him to lose contact with Happy Planet?"

After I finished asking questions in a row, I saw Old Yorkson and the weird former US commander looking at me speechlessly, and I also looked at them with shock.

I've all said it's right???
Chapter completed!