This scene is bloody and terrifying, and it brings a very strong shock to people's hearts.

Chi Heng, who had only 18 bullets left, did not dare to be stingy with the remaining bullet stock. He pulled the trigger and three bullets came out one after another, instantly blowing the body of the horse that was walking in a strange manner to pieces.

"It's just so hell."

The horse's body had been blown to pieces, but Chi Heng still couldn't help but beating violently. He suddenly understood his uncle's decision to leave Dok Town and give up the "Gate of Moros". If he often encountered such incomprehensible

Things really can't afford to make a living, and their lifespan will be reduced for many years.

If it was just like this, Chi Heng could calm down, but then, the flesh that had exploded into the ground, bubbling blood appeared. Under his eyes widened, countless rotten meat continued to grow and gather.

A horse that died before reappeared again in bloody appearance.

"This, how is this possible?"

Chi Heng couldn't help but take a step back, and holding the "Red Dragon" couldn't bring him a sense of security.

This time, the horse did not pace over slowly, but rushed towards Chi Heng at a rapid speed. Chi Heng, whose mind was shocked, just made a dodge move.

He was hit by the horse and flew backwards and smashed into the atrium.

"how so?"

"call!"

Now Chi Heng has some understanding of his uncle's hobby. After staying in this ghost place for a long time, it is natural to fall in love with fragrant latte coffee.

But the details gradually faded after he woke up.

"A exact same horse."

"Sir, what's wrong with you?"

Although tea can also refresh itself, tea cannot provide immediate soothing in people's nervous mood. Latte coffee can not only refresh itself, but also relieve Chi Heng's nervous mood. Therefore, he changed his perception of coffee.

It's not surprising.

This time he really lost his sleepiness. He jumped off the sofa, got up and came to the oil painting hanging on the wall of the hall, and looked carefully.

Although these two dreams are extremely real.

Chi Heng asked in surprise.

"So I've had a nightmare."

Chi Heng repeatedly asked about "broken copper and iron".

Could it be...he had been dreaming before this?

until……

From the dormant state activation system, I looked at Chi Heng in confusion.

He was gasping for breath, his mind was in a mess. After a while, he looked at the time and it was only 4:45 am.

Chi Heng really couldn't see the reason, so he could only regard the nightmare in his dreams as a result of excessive tension in his mental state.

Chi Heng sipped his steaming coffee and lay comfortably on the sofa, so naturally he couldn't go to bed again.

But have they already entered the base?

That is the time to go just now.

Chi Heng has always responded to things he couldn't figure out, and he didn't go into it in depth. He turned around and cooked a cup of coffee. Drinking the fragrant coffee and a little caramel, it was easy to make his own.

The tension is relieved.

"Junk, are you sure it's 6:00 a.m. on July 6?"

Indeed, sugar always makes people feel happy, otherwise there wouldn’t be so many people in the United States that intake too much sugar, which leads to a series of obesity problems.

This oil painting is far from being qualified.

"It's a nightmare, a terrible nightmare."

Even the "old man" who was sleeping on the ground woke up alertly and often jumped onto the sofa with a shout.

After putting on his clothes, he opened the car door, stepped down, and glanced around, and found that it was indeed inside the canyon.

Chi Heng couldn't tell what a dream was or what reality was for a moment.

"I, am I dreaming?"

"I've fallen in love with coffee."

When he turned around, the brown horse in the nightmare appeared just a few meters away from him. He screamed in horror, sweating all over his body as if he was fished out of the water, and the moment he opened his eyes,

What caught my eye was the white light and the atrium hall.

Chi Heng was stunned and quickly raised his watch, finding that it was 6:15 am on July 6th.

So, he really just had an outrageous and extremely clear dream?

But the logic of this dream is too smooth, right?

Chi Heng scratched his scalp in a daze. The current situation was unexpected and he could not make a definite judgment. He always felt something was wrong there, but he couldn't say it.

But it wouldn't be true if it was said how abnormal this was.

“Sir?”

"Broken copper and iron" gives the answer.

"Sir, you can tell from your breathing and heartbeat that you just had a nightmare."

"Sir? You found a clue yesterday. Today you are going to climb the top of the canyon with Junk and explore the suspected entrance."

Chi Heng realized that this was not the inside of the rover? Why did he come into the rover?

"Junk, us, why are we here?"

Chi Heng was stunned, completely confused. He had never had such a bizarre and clear dream.

He had no interest in coffee before, but his uncle liked drinking coffee very much. He did not drink Chinese-medicine American coffee, but liked latte coffee, saying that the sugar in latte coffee could make him feel happy.

After receiving the exact reply, Chi Heng put on his clothes and stood up in a heavy mood. No matter who knew that everything he had worked hard was just a dream, he would probably feel frustrated and painful.

Chi Heng was sweating profusely and covered his forehead with pain. He looked around in horror and saw the "broken iron" and the "old man" were right next to him, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

After looking at it for a while, Chi Heng came to the conclusion and couldn't help but wonder, was the source of the nightmare caused by him reading this oil painting?

But how could it be? He didn't have nightmares with more abstract and terrifying oil paintings next to him. Why did he have nightmares with the most normal oil painting?

"I just had a nightmare, huh?"

"What?"

Chi Heng didn't understand, and his gaze continued to stay on this oil painting. The more he looked at it carefully, the more he felt that the painting was normal and he really couldn't see anything weird... No, I have to say the only one is not.

Normally, a figure riding on a horse is sitting on the opposite side, that is, facing away from the observer's perspective.

"Broken copper and iron" is concerned about asking.

There are many kinds of surreal abstract paintings on earth, which are works that make people doubt the mental state of the painter.

When he sat down, Chi Heng took off the "Red Dragon" from the holster and put it aside. After drinking the cup of coffee in his hand, his eyes turned to the "Red Dragon". After hesitating, he grabbed the "Red Dragon".

”, exit the magazine.

"Well?"

Chi Heng counted the bullets in the magazine and his color changed immediately.

Originally, there were 9 bullets left in this magazine, but at this moment, there were 9 bullets, only 5 bullets.
Chapter completed!