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The alien energy and magic pen were taken away by Lan Mu, and Shambhala would become a dead place in the future, or become Lan Mu's private space.

The Shambalah people had nowhere to go, and Lan Mu had decided to take them in.

Without this eternal dream, their consciousness would fall into eternal void, leaving only thinking torture and madness in nothingness.

"Who is talking?"

"Did you hear it too?"

The Shambalah people looked up at the sky with an expectant and confused expression.

However, Lan Mu suddenly stopped talking, and his attention turned to the other side of the island, where the Reilly team was located.

Those explorers are different from the Shambhala people. They are full of exploration spirit. When they come to a strange world, they will naturally not be foolish.

However, in order to limit their movements, Lan Mu created a large number of monsters to place them near them. Most of the prototypes were based on creatures from the Lost Island, and some were from ancient mythical maps and Shennongjia.

So a large group of dinosaurs, ferocious beasts, and dragons guarded near them, and even existed like Flame Demons and the Undead Army, of course, they were based on themselves.

This end of the island is where Lan Mu experimented with creating supernatural creatures in his dreams. It is obvious that dreams can withstand any unnatural and unscientific existence.

In such a strange world, it is impossible to cross the territory of these powerful creatures with the power of humans. It doesn't matter if they accidentally die here. Anyway, it's the dream world, Lan Mu can easily resurrect them.

"Oh my God! What is this?" The team of Reilly encountered a army of undead. On the overwhelming black plain, there were a large group of skeleton cows, skeleton sheep, skeleton horses, skeleton people! Ghouls, bone dragons, dirty souls...

They had never seen such a scene in their lifetime, except Fang Moqi. Everyone else was so scared that they were speechless and didn't know where they were.

"Where are we? Another world? Hell?" No one dared to go there and hurriedly took a detour.

But the fright continued, and on the other side was a volcano. Molten was spreading everywhere, and a flame demon bathed in the magma, causing the hot flames to splash everywhere.

"Oh Maiga! Run! Run! This continent is so scary!" They turned their heads and ran to the sea, as if the sea was the safest place.

However, in the sea, they saw a dinosaur on the beach lowering his head to drink water.

Instead of facing the flame demon and the undead, they were not so scared to see the dinosaurs.

"What kind of world is this? There are even dinosaurs?" Raylei exclaimed as he looked at the prehistoric beast.

However, the next moment, the sea suddenly rose, and a mosaurus broke through the waves. The dinosaur biting the water-drinking dinosaur was dragged directly into the sea, and the blood spread rapidly.

"Uh..." Before Rayley and others could say anything more.

A huge dragon suddenly rushed out, and the tyrannical mosasaur became the target of hunting. It was directly bitten by the dragon and slowly swallowed into its body.

"We should not go anywhere! It's still safe at the beginning!"

Reilly and others were scared. Did they fight against these creatures with the long sword in their hands? That was not the spirit of adventure, that was stupid.

...

Lan Mu looked down at them and ran back to the first plain, bullying the normal creatures there.

The body felt extremely comfortable, and Lan Mu was nourished in their collective fear just now.

When experimenting with black people before, Lan Mu instinctively created a nightmare, and Lan Mu thought of this possibility.

It’s just that it absorbs the fear of a black man, and there is not the obvious experience that so many people bring to him.

Now the Rayley team, the explorer and others were frightened by many terrifying creatures in their dreams, and their fear was also acquired by Lan Mu, which immediately made him feel growing.

It’s not just fear. Any fear, horror, and pain can make Lan Mu feel happy, as if he is addicted.

“Am I born to create nightmares?”

Lan Mu felt sad for a moment, and he probably knew that he had become a dream demon or a nightmare.

A fantasy creature that tortures humans in dreams and absorbs negative emotions.

"Well. But the fear of Shambhala people is useless to me?"

Listening to the west of the island, the three thousand Shambhala people kept calling, Lan Mu's attention returned.

What nourishes him now is the Eastern Explorer group, and that little bit of fear is pitifully scary.

It’s not that there are no one in Shambhala people panic. However, Lan Mu can’t feel it at all. These people have no souls, and even if they have fear, it will be of no benefit to Lan Mu.

"Tsk... Since it's not good for you to be afraid of me, then you should worship me!"

"I just happened to need some people to manage the eternal dream for me."

Lan Mu found that to become stronger, it required extremely huge fear, and both quantity and quality requirements were required.

Just the fear of a few explorers is optional to Lan Mu.

Lan Mu knew that if he turned this place into hell and pulled countless people to experience nightmares, he would definitely be stronger.

This is a clear path to becoming stronger. The negative emotions of human beings in dreams are their nourishment.

It is equivalent to the nine-tailed demon fox absorbing the essence of the Sun and Moon people, and the lich plays with the souls of the dead to strengthen itself.

The key is how to use the dream world.

"Pure hell is too boring... There is hell, and there is also heaven."

"Then this island is the world?"

In a moment, two continents were born outside this island.

They are hell and heaven, and Blue Madame specially set completely different laws for them.

There are countless terrifying existences in hell. Anything that is fearful and panic-like in the mind that people who appear there will happen.

Unless you leave hell or stop thinking, things you fear will come to you all the time.

It is given by Lan Mu an environment to create nightmares through imagination. Anyone who dies on the Earth Island will appear in hell as long as the dark side of his heart is higher than the sunny side.

The richer a person's dark side, the more terrifying the experience in hell will be. The things you think in your heart that you are most unwilling to encounter are manifested in yourself, which is equivalent to the torturer and the torturer being both yourself.

If a person has few dark sides, then the cost-effectiveness in hell will be very low. Lan Mu simply sets that he will enter heaven after his death. It is very simple and safe, and it is also boring, and there is only eternal life without any effort.

Hell is not unreliable. Not experiencing horror in three days means that he has at least not thought about those horror things. Such people will be sent back to the island of earth.

If you go further, someone can continue to think about beautiful things under the torture of nightmare in hell. Such a person can't create fear even if he keeps it. Then he will send it to heaven until the darkness in his heart breeds out again and then send it back to hell.

At this point, based on everyone's inner speculation of the world's malicious intentions as the criterion, Lan Mu formulated a mechanism for reincarnation, and the standards were divided purely by the degree of benefit to himself. He only needed a period of time to enter the dream, and every time he entered, he would become stronger.

"Three thousand Shambhala people live on the Imperial Island for the time being, as residents here."

Human beings are an existence that Lan Mu cannot perfectly create. In theory, he can create billions of human beings in one thought, but that is not true enough. He cannot set a set life for everyone and set a flexible and changeable personality.

Assuming that this world is a high-end nightmare game, then the so-called world and heaven are the scams that pave the way for hell, and this scam must be as real as possible.

Therefore, human existence cannot be perfunctory. The existence of Shambalah, who has no soul, is the best NPC.

...

The Shambalah people were confused and they didn't know what they should do.

Lan Mu's will appeared in their minds, conveying to them the existence of heaven and hell in the eternal world.

And they were given two choices: those who believe in me will live forever, and those who do not believe in me will go to hell.

Simple! Rough! It can be said that there is no choice.

As expected, no surprise, these people like rice insects had lost their homes and were brought into a brand new vast world. Even if Lan Mu did not use hell to intimidate, no one would be so stupid as to choose hell. He could only choose to respect a "god" who came from unknown places.

After setting this group of people to immortality, a large pile of wood, stone, and tools appeared out of thin air around the Shambalah people.

“Build your country and civilization now!”

Lan Mu could create something like construction with just one idea, but he didn't do that.

The Shambhala people are really too lazy. There are still many places to use them in the future. Lan Mu must reverse their concept from the beginning.

Civilization must be created by both hands, and it depends entirely on him. Why do you want this group of people?

However, it is still too unrealistic to ask them to start from scratch, so Lan Mu prepared a lot of building materials and tools for him.

However, Lan Mu overestimated this group of waste.

"ah?"

“Let us build the country?”

"Is it a house built?"

"Why don't you build a shed to sleep?"

The day passed and Lan Mu was furious.

These Shambhala people actually used wood to cushion the ground and paved it on the ground to think it was home?

"What if it rains?" Lan Mu had an idea and immediately the rain poured heavily.

The Shambalah people were also amazing. They added some wooden boards and built several large sheds to cover the rain.

A refugee camp was built!

"hehe……"

The strong wind swept, and the heavy rain turned into a storm, and the sheds set up randomly were overturned.
To be continued...