"Uncle Tie, what's wrong with Ma Long?" Zhao Hao hurried to the old Tie Antiques Store.

It is definitely not an ordinary thing to ask Uncle Tie to call Zhao Hao for help.

On the phone, Uncle Tie said that something happened to Ma Long and asked Zhao Hao to come over, but he didn't say what was wrong.

In the large warehouse behind the antique shop, Uncle Tie's face was gloomy and had already put on a full set of outfits. He had a purple Taoist robe with various flowers, birds and fairies, a purple ribbon embroidered with talismans, a lotus crown, holding a purple gold Bagua plate in one hand, and a magic sword in the other hand sitting on the Grand Master's chair.

In front of him was the altar he established, which had been around for more than 20 years.

Ma Long lay in the middle of the altar, with a gray face and a ferocious expression, and his blood vessels were rising and twitching constantly.

It seemed that Ma Long was caught, and Uncle Tie temporarily suppressed him with the altar, delaying the deterioration.

When Uncle Tie saw Zhao Hao coming, he said in a deep voice: "Three days ago, Ma Long received a task to investigate a mental sanatorium on an island..."

It was a big island, and it has been as a mental hospital for forty or fifty years.

During the days after World War II, business was booming, and many patients who were considered mentally ill were sent here. At that time, ice cone therapy was popular here.

That is, using an iron tag to insert it from above the eyeball of a mentally ill person, smashing a part of the frontal lobe of the brain, turning people into a well-behaved walking corpse.

This hellish treatment later evolved into anterior frontal lobectomy.

However, just over a month ago, the island suddenly interrupted contact.

The local police sent two policemen to the island, but they never returned.

Later, a team of six fully armed police officers were sent, but there was still no news.

Finally, the Mysterious Bureau took over, and they sent two extraordinary men and two black-clothed agents.

Unfortunately, as soon as the people here landed on the island, the explosion of extraordinary species caused by the intersection of stars began.

The whole world was in chaos, and various extraordinary battles were dozens of times a day. The extraordinary people in the mysterious bureau were busy and their heads were smoking.

It was only when Zhao Hao began to set up a city protection barrier that effectively suppressed the extraordinary creatures appearing directly in the city that things were basically calmed down, and then someone remembered these four people.

It turned out that the liaison officers and direct boss of the four people were both sacrificed in the battle of extraordinary creatures, because they were very chaotic and no one took over the task. As a result, no one cared about them for more than a month.

The last time they sent back the message was three weeks ago, and the situation was very bad.

In the news that lasted for nearly ten days, the four of them initially just thought there was something strange on the island.

Whether it is the guard, doctor, patient, or person in charge, they all claimed that the communication was cut off for a long time and the supplies could not be sustained, but they had never seen anyone land on the island.

The previous two waves of police officers seemed to have evaporated from the world.

But after all, extraordinary people are different. They have higher spiritual vision, more means and insights, and are not that easy to fool.

They noticed something was wrong, but because everyone in the office had a task, no one responded to their requests and reports. They had to continue investigating.

Finally, I found that there were other extraordinary people on the island, as well as some strange areas and special underground facilities.

Later, an agent in black died unexpectedly, and they began to feel unable to deal with it and attempted to evacuate.

The news that came later was already very bad. At first, I asked for support and then asked for retreat. Finally, I claimed that one of the extraordinary people had a strange distortion and killed a black-clothed agent.

But one day later, the last person sent a message saying that it might be himself who might have distorted it. He also killed him. He could no longer tell whether he was in fantasy or reality, and then it disappeared.

After all, Ma Long is also the peak of the Black Iron 5 Star, triggering the person who advances to the trial.

After receiving the mission, he planned to hike quietly to the island and investigate secretly.

As a result, just a day ago, he suddenly appeared on the banks of the Hudson River in blood.

Uncle Tie had already started to feel restless before and felt that something bad was going to happen. Then he took a divination and found Ma Long who was unconscious immediately.

"Now his three souls have left his body. They are not wandering outside, but they are taken away by some means." Uncle Tie looked at Ma Long who was twitching and struggling.

"However, there is an evil force in his body eroding his bloodline. His body is undergoing changes!"

"I used the secret technique before and saw him fighting a very powerful monster with distortion. His chest was injured and the enemy's blood infected him..."

Zhao Hao did see Ma Long's fingernails becoming longer and pointed, like beast claws. However, every time they mutate further, they will trigger the altar's talismans and surrounding formations, and will be suppressed after a ray of light.

If it weren't for this altar, Malone would have become some unknown monster at this time.

Moreover, his three souls are not there, and the seven souls are in charge. The soul is good and the spirit is evil, and he will definitely become a monster who only knows how to do evil and kill.

Zhao Hao's eyes emitted light, and he carefully watched his qi clouds.

"Uncle Tie, don't be anxious. I probably already know about Ma Long's situation. It doesn't matter if the alien bloodline in his body erodes, and it can still be calmed down. The most urgent thing is to retrieve Ma Long's three souls, otherwise it will be broken over time."

If the three souls leave the body for a long time, their spirituality will definitely be lost. When they are retrieved, they will also cause irreversible soul damage.

By then, unless Zhao Hao uses his artificial spirituality to fill it, Ma Long will become Zhao Hao's vassal, and his soul will have to return to Zhao Hao's dream after his death, otherwise there will be no way.

"I can use a secret method to find Ma Long's three souls. Uncle Tie, you protect the Dharma for me."

Zhao Hao said that he threw down a lot of things, including Xiaoruan, Wangcai, Dashan, and Cranes, creating another barrier.

With this lineup, there will be no too much pressure when two or three bronzes come.

Then Zhao Hao walked into the altar, and a psychic light lit up on his body to resist the suppression of the altar. He sat down first, then pressed one hand on Ma Long's head, and finally closed his eyes.

Uncle Tie doesn’t know where Ma Long’s three souls went. After all, the professionalism is not right.

If you are thrown into somewhere in the outside world, or be tortured or detained, or fall into the underworld, Uncle Tie has a way.

But Ma Long's three souls fell into a dream! Uncle Tie didn't have the ability to do this at all.

Zhao Hao followed Ma Long's spiritual traces and chased his three souls and came to a dream.

As soon as he got here, he realized something was wrong, or that was the case.

This is not an ordinary dream, or even an individual dream, but a group of dreams composed of many individuals.

For example, Zhao Hao’s current dream is a group dream.

The subject is Zhao Hao's own multiple dreams and spiritual world.

The spiritual power of countless players, many of whom became vassals of Zhao Hao because of the need to repair their spirituality, and the souls of dead players entering the dream form the details of the group dream.

This dream is such a group dream, and it is a strange and illogical dream, so it is called a dream.

Every dream-entering constructor here will be destroyed and hurt by this dream, and feel the pain and despair in the dream. This will lose its spirituality and become the material for the dream.

At this time, Zhao Hao specially called him, and the magic mirror brought into the dream from his spirit, shouted: "My great master, this old dream looks a bit old."

Zhao Hao asked, "What do you mean?"

"From the traces of dream construction, there are layers of structures and traces of change. From the technique, at least a few thousand people have participated. It is like a ruin that is constantly building and collapsed."

This is an ancient dream that was formed hundreds or thousands of years ago and has been left behind in a corner of the dream.

To form such conditions, the main structure of the dream at the beginning needs to be high-end enough, that is, the initiator cannot be poor in strength.

Secondly, over the years, there have been people continuing this dream, and many victims eventually trapped in this dream and became part of the dream.

Just like the Magic Mirror said, it doesn’t collapse, but people keep entering this dream and eventually trapped in this dream and become the building material for this dream, so that the dream can continue.

After thousands of years of construction by countless people, this dream has become so messy that it is unreasonable.

Zhao Hao looked down at his feet and saw a huge island with a turbid and dark sea outside.

There is a huge town on the island, with the main colors gray and black and diverse styles. There are spires, towers, Baroque, Gothic, modern squares, and Midworld Cathedral...

The streets are rugged and winding, twisting and crooked, sometimes wide and sometimes narrow. The buildings on the streets violate the common sense of mechanics and general aesthetics.

Some small houses are stacked with a large house with crooked skewers.

Some windows have a staircase outside, while some houses have no windows or doors...

There are some weirdly shaped dead black trees in the corner of the street, and there will be some broken and weird statues at the intersection of the streets.

There are still people in this large-scale town, or things that are active, but they are not necessarily people.

"This ghost place is really refreshing." Zhao Hao took out a compass compass, "But the most urgent thing is to find this kid Ma Long first. Don't be affected by this dream."

Dreams will in turn affect people. Zhao Hao can't understand this.

Think about those players who frequently die in the game and have spiritual wear and tear, who are filled with dream artificial spirituality and gradually become his vassals!

Many strange gods and tricks are also affected by the contact's too high spiritual vision, which affects the dream's beginning to mutate.

...

Just when Zhao Hao came to this unknown strange dream, another thirteen candidate for savior, Falina, the mad witch, has been here for quite some time.

Because in fact, the reason why he has listened to the tune but not the publicity has been essentially, official intelligence channels such as the Mysterious Bureau no longer provide Zhao Hao with any information.

However, he has formed his own intelligence network through the players.

However, there is one flaw in the player intelligence network, that is, the concentration is too high.

They often focus on talking about fantasy games or information about being familiar with extraordinary people. There is some information that can be learned by the official, and players may not care about it.

For example, in Europa, many people have fallen into a deep sleep because of some strange ritual. Zhao Hao doesn't know.

As mentioned before, many people attempt to become extraordinary people in this extraordinary chaos, so they try to get the door and steal holes in all ways that they can access.

This is naturally very dangerous, not to mention that there are people who are secretly causing trouble.

If anyone still remembers William Vos, who changed from Holy Blood to Holy Dogs, can remember a long-standing organization - the Holy Blood Church.
To be continued...