Sticks and eye masks, it is difficult to move, teenager.

Isn't this me?

Yes, I have seen this person, and I naturally wouldn't tell him when I see such words in the mirror every day. I just looked at this bandage monster more attentively. The first thing I can confirm is that he is not a dream resident, but a person who enters the dream from the real world. At least I can recognize this.

But he made me extremely unfamiliar with both appearance and sound. The skin vaguely exposed under his bandage showed severe burn scars, but I had never met such a man with burns all over, and there was no reason for this kind of person to look for in his dreams. Moreover, he was looking for me as a disabled person, not as a faceless person.

Just in case, I confirmed it, "What is the name of the person you are looking for?"

"Xu Fu." He answered without hesitation.

"Why are you looking for him?" I asked.

"I have made an agreement with his father." His hoarse voice revealed a strong anxious feeling, "I must ensure his safety and bring him back to his home without any damage. This is my mission. I must not let down his trust with his father, otherwise I, I, will not be able to forgive myself!"

After hearing this, I have already judged that he is probably Hu Ma.

But he didn't look like Hu Ma at all. Regardless of his dressing, his body details and voice were not in line with each other. Although there was indeed a pair of burned dog ears poking out of the bandage, this didn't mean anything. The walking and standing posture was not right. If Hu Ma was Hu, he should be more trained, but he was like an outsider. His movements when he just knocked down the dead were messy.

No, this is not impossible... Even I became a 24-year-old posture in my previous life. At first, I forgot all the martial arts skills for a while. If that continues, it will definitely not be said to be well-trained and well-trained. In other words, the person in front of me may indeed be Hu Ma. As for why he lost his combat experience but did not lose his spiritual energy, it is easy to explain, because spiritual energy is the power close to the abstract universe, and it is not surprising that it can be retained in the dream environment, which is close to the abstract universe.

At this time, a commotion came from the surroundings, and some living dead people were approaching us.

"It's the Living Dead again." The bandage monster mixed with some sympathy in his anxiety, obviously knowing that the Living Dead is hiding in the horror, "Is there no way to kill them completely?"

It's not that there is no way, I think.

There is no hope for killing the dead in pure physical ways, but if you use the method of spiritual energy, you can give it a try. However, even the psychics can only do this, such as the psychics who can bypass the body and directly kill the soul. If there is no power in this aspect, at least, like Xu Shengxing, you must be able to release the flames composed of spiritual energy, and burn them all together with the body and soul.

This is also one of the reasons why Zoroastrianism was popularized. In the early days of the establishment of the alliance, Zoroastrianism occupied an important contribution to the killing of countless living dead people lingering on the surface.

I explained to the bandage monster in a few words. He seemed to finally remember this section slowly, and then a look of fear appeared on his face wrapped in bandages. It was not like being afraid of the living dead, but like being afraid of what he planned to do afterwards. This feeling was emitting from him.

"Does the psychic flame really work?" He actually started asking me for anxiety.

"It works. But, you can manipulate the flame?" If I remember correctly, Huma's psychic specialty is "speed regeneration".

He nodded first, then took a hard breath, and then suddenly ran to the living dead people approaching.

The next second, bright flames burst out from his body. The flames ignited himself like a torch, and at the same time spurted around, igniting the living dead.

Originally, I was going to describe him as "the God of Fire in flames", which would at least look magnificent, but now I must describe it a little unpleasantly: at this moment he is like a victim running out of the fire scene. Because his flames not only hurt the living dead, but also hurt his own flesh. He even made irresistible howls himself, and there was a burning sound of flesh on his body.

This is really an incredible scene. There is a psychic who controls the flames and burns himself. The last time Xu Shengxing fought with me, he spewed out flames from his palms, but he didn't see him burning his palms.

Combined with the burn scars that were already present on the bandage monster, I vaguely speculated in my mind.

"Are you okay?" I shouted to him.

"Me!" He seemed to be cheering himself up, "No! It's okay!"

But he is like this, and I can't stand by. Besides, he is probably Hu Ma.

I quickly rushed to the unlit living dead people, then stretched out my hands, pushed and pulled them, dislocated their important joints, and then put them all to the ground. This is also the tactic I just came up with for the living dead people. If I do this, even if there are moving parts on the living dead people, they will be dragged down by the inactive parts and can only twist on the ground like a bug.

The bandage monster knocked down the ignited dead people and continued to burn them.

Soon, all the living dead were burned through inside and outside, turning into charred corpses and unable to continue moving. This is a proof that the soul was also destroyed by the psychic flames. This is also the difference between the psychic flames and ordinary flames. Because psychic energy itself is the power of the soul, it can naturally cause damage to the soul.

The flames on the bandage monster were finally extinguished. He fell to the ground, supported his body with both hands, and gasped in extreme heat, but his clothes and bandage were surprisingly not burned.

In addition, he did have the specialty of speeding regeneration. The burned and charred skin regenerated quickly, but unfortunately he failed to turn into a new skin, but turned back into a skin full of burn scars.

I pulled him up hard and left the street.

"You didn't have to do that, just avoid them," I said to him.

"But, those living dead are so pitiful..." he said hesitantly.

Didn't he realize that this was a dream? Just as I was thinking so, he said again: "You don't seem to be a psychic? But your skills just now..."

As he said that, he seemed to think of something, and his eyes looked at me became strange, with a faint excitement, "Are you?"

"Yes, I'm a faceless person." I simply said it myself. You can't get along with him as Xu Fu, otherwise it will be difficult to let go of your fists and feet in this dream of hell catastrophe era where murderous intent is everywhere.

"I know!" He was even more excited. In fact, with his bandage-like monster dress, he had a sense of a mysterious monster, but now he has smashed the image with his own hands. "I am your supporter, my name is Alves Christopher!"

"I know, you were the 'security guard' at Beaver Pharmaceutical last time."

"Yes, you asked my name last time!" He was overjoyed, "So you still remember my name!"

No, I don't remember.

Of course, I wouldn't say that to him. I just said, "Don't be so loud."

He quickly covered his mouth and nodded repeatedly.

*

After a while of communication with him, I was basically convinced that he was Hu Ma.

We found a messy grocery store to hide in.

"Just rest here," I said.

"Okay." Hu Ma nodded obediently, "Do you have to wait here until dawn? But I still have to find Xu Fu..."

I interrupted him, "There is no 'dawn' here."

"What?" he was stunned.

It seems that he has not read more about the history of the Age of Hell.

This era cannot wait for sunrise, but only night and moon. It is not because the earth has stopped rotating, nor because the sun has disappeared, and the sky has not closed its cover. It is just that it is dark. It is dark for no reason.

"Stay more rest now," I said, "Aren't you looking for someone? I can help you find it."

"Really?" He was in a state of mind.

"But you have to listen to me." I said, "Now, I want you to rest."

At least he had received professional training in the past and understood that resting was also a part of the efficiency of action. Although he was anxious at this time, he accepted it for now.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, I decided to ask him, "Didn't you say last time that your psychic specialty is speeding regeneration? Manipulating flames is also your psychic specialty?"

"This..." He hesitated, "Yeah."

Then he didn't continue talking, his attitude was not as excited as before, and he seemed to be trapped in some extremely negative emotions.

I looked at him quietly. At this time, he was far less handsome than the real world, with endless sunshine, but became an ugly man full of burns and scars. What a difference? If a woman who was fascinated by his face saw him at this time, she would definitely be disappointed and even scared to death. Perhaps because of this, he was also unable to raise his head now, like those ugly ducklings who grew up hard under the shadow of being looked down upon by the people around him.

But I have not forgotten that he just endured the pain of burning his body to save the living dead from suffering. Although this is stupid, it also makes me admire it.

After a while, maybe he thought it was irrelevant to say it to me, or maybe it was because he wanted to say it to me (I know it was self-indulgent), and he spoke, "I've been burned before."

I listened without saying a word.

"It happened ten years ago. My sister was in a boarding school and her parents worked in their respective units. I took advantage of the holiday to go out to climb a mountain with a tour group. Although I didn't know each other, the atmosphere was excellent." His voice was quite ethereal, as if he had flew away ten years ago. "Then they suddenly appeared. 'They' were the withered believers. They suddenly appeared like monsters in horror stories, kidnapped us all and served as living sacrifices dedicated to the dead. Not only us were kidnapped, but many people at that time, and there were about a hundred people, all trapped in a cave where the sun was not visible. It was a sensational case at that time."

He paused for five or six seconds, as if ruling his mood at that time, "Everyone could not move, but could only listen to the sound of the withered priest chanting the prayer. Soon, everyone began to ignite, quietly. Because no one could make a sound. I also burned, and the flames spread throughout my body..."

He paused again, this time for more than ten seconds.

"But you survived," I said.

"Well. I was the only one who survived." His voice had no subjective color, "and that was just a lucky chance. We were like a piece of meat, which was sent into the diner's mouth and chewed. Just as a piece of meat was stuck in the cracks of the teeth, the diner picked it out, and later did not stuff it back into his mouth, but threw it aside. I was just this piece of meat that had been discarded."

"What happened later?"

"Psychic. I awaken the psychic." He said, "but this is not a blessing, but a curse."

I know what he is referring to, "You can't control your psychic energy."

"Yes." He said slowly, "I can't forget the experience of being regarded as a living sacrifice. Later, whenever I recall the feeling of the flames spreading all over my body, the psychic energy responds to my imagination, extracts the flames from my memories, and truly burns my flesh."

Color finally appeared in his voice, which was fear, "The more I am afraid, the more the flames burn. No matter how hard I try to forget the flames, it is useless. The imagined flames become clearer and bring me more intense pain. Then I will be even more scared. Day and night, cycle, and there is no end..."

Psychic energy sometimes backfires back on its master. He said so.

"But you don't want to die, nor do you want to be burned." I said, "Is this how your speeding specialty appears?"

He nodded, "Later, Captain Xu... Captain Xu Shengxing appeared in front of me." As he said, he seemed to have finally walked out of the shadow of that memory, "He extinguished the flames on my body and taught me how to manipulate the flames. Although I have not learned them all, at least I can prevent the flames from running out without authorization."

So that's the reason why he presents the image of a bandage monster in his dreams. Because this image is to a certain extent the reflection of his self-cognition in his dreams.

At the same time, this is also the reason why he regards Xu Shengxing as his life-saving benefactor.

It’s not just a life-saving grace. While being burned and regenerated at the same time, this pain is undoubtedly another kind of hell. I can’t imagine how he survived it and how he could return to life with today’s optimistic attitude.

In the past, I just regarded him as a simple-minded young man. Now it seems that I have looked down on him.

"You've worked very hard," I said to him.

Hearing this, his voice sounded a little happy, “Is it?”

"Yes."

He lowered his head shyly, and the burned dog's ears trembled slightly.

It may be his strength to be so easy to be happy. I thought to myself, and walked to the side.

*

While I was resting, I moved my hands and feet a little.

It is incredible. I am not used to this body of twenty-four years old in my previous life, which I met again for a long time, and it is no different from that of an eighteen year old in this life.

Even closing your eyes and entering into meditation silently can also enter the "turning zero into whole" mode through slow exploration, which is the mode that you entered when you fought with Xu Shengxing last time, and can use your body as a pure "transmission machine".

Under such conditions, I can vaguely "see" the countless "transmission gears" inside my body, which is no different from the body at the age of eighteen in this life. I can't tell which body I am using. Perhaps this is also an unrealistic manifestation of dreams?

However, in my opinion, the operation of these gears is not very capable.

The only ones that can be said to be strong are big guys, but what really supports the entire transmission machine is other pinions that have an absolute advantage in quantity. However, due to years of training and fighting, these pinions are either misaligned, fall off, broken and rusted, or hinder the work of more other gears in the fault. They almost failed to exercise.

Maybe I should find an opportunity to repair the entire transmission machine.

At the same time, it is necessary to train these pinions one by one. If so, the efficiency of the entire transmission machine will be greatly increased. Conservatively estimated that the intensity will reach three times that of today. No, five times is not accurate.

Three times, or even five times? When I came to this conclusion, I felt that I must have gone crazy.
Chapter completed!