Plague Doctor

In the second row of the auditorium in front, there are five Asian-looking spectators sitting side by side, three men and two women, all in their twenties and thirties.

Gu Jun has seen a lot of different races in the past few days, and some of them are different due to the shape of their skulls. But it was impossible for him to recognize the types of these five faces, but he didn't recognize any of them and had no impression of them.

calm down……

"Are these people aborigines, or dreamers?" His first thought was suppressing his excitement.

It is impossible to tell the difference from the clothes of the five people, because they are all wearing ordinary linen robes. You cannot bring clothes with you when you enter a physical dream, and they can be changed.

It is not impossible that aboriginal people are here. He even thought about whether a large number of Chinese ancestors had settled here long ago and had the "Seven Secrets of the Earth".

If they are dreamers... what is their identity and background? What organization does it belong to? Secret Bureau? The Order of R'lyeh? Meeting in the next life? Other organizations?

"You can't tell at all." Gu Jun looked at the five people vaguely. They didn't have offensive looks, and the two women were quite beautiful. But in this matter, you can't judge a book by its appearance. Take him as an example. If he tells children that I am a good person in his current state, it is estimated that no children or parents will believe it.

If we had to choose one from the other, these people were more likely to be Raleye believers than members of the Secret Bureau.

Because when the Tianji Bureau didn't know anything about the dream world, the R'lyeh Order had already occupied the ancient nightmare house on that desert island.

"Calm down, don't expose me." Gu Jun quickly made a plan, "Even if they are from the Tianji Bureau and I expose myself to be alive, will they recognize it as a problem and have the ability to fight with these black businessmen? Another problem. If they're not...then I'm in big trouble."

Now that he can move his fingers, there is still a long day left. What will happen to his body in the evening?

There is no need to involve this unknown risk for the time being.

Thinking of this, although Gu Jun's heart beat faster, he longed in his heart that they were Tianji personnel and wanted to know the situation in the outside world.

His consciousness was still hiding quietly in the dream bubble, and he vaguely heard the host shouting: "The nightmare spectacle begins!"

Just like the thirty-one spectacles in the past, a black businessman came up with a long needle and pricked his eyes. His orbicularis oculi muscle must be a bloody mess now. He hasn't been able to close it for so many days and he doesn't know what it has become.

A wave of pain surged up, and the entire audience fell into screams and panic.

But Gu Jun noticed that the five earth-faced audience members did not react much, they just frowned and their facial muscles twitched slightly.

It is not that simple for these people to withstand the invasion of nightmare energy...

When the black cloth fell and the spectacle ended, the theater was filled with chaos. There was only darkness in front of Gu Jun's eyes, but he had already learned to identify the environment and people by listening to sounds. He hoped that those five people could say something and at least get the answer to the first question.

But the five people seemed to just look at each other for a few times, then stood up and dispersed outside.

"It doesn't look like someone from the Tianji Bureau..." But he still had some discernment.

If the Tianji Bureau wants to send people to explore the dream world, it must be a specially formed mobile task force.

One of the principles for forming the Mobile Task Force is that the team must have cheerful and cheerful members, such as Uncle Dan, who have the ability to relieve everyone's nervousness in a timely manner.

And in the captain training he had received, at this time, the captain needed to say something to stabilize the mood of the team members.

"Who are these people?" Gu Jun had this question in his mind, and saw multiple new prompt boxes on the system panel:

[Your spirit has been digested, and the erosion degree is -0.3, now 38.04]

[Abyss Mission-Mission Completed! 】

[You completed the task 39 hours ahead of schedule, and your completion rating is nine stars]

[There are mission rewards waiting to be claimed: unknown, click to claim your rewards]

Completed, whether this task is easy or difficult depends on how you define pain...

He calculated that there was still time between the two wonders, so he immediately clicked to receive the mission reward. Suddenly, a bright light flashed in his mind:

"You have acquired a spell: Eye of the Abyss (Dream)"

"You got 100 old photos"

"You got 3 sweet dreams"

Gu Jun saw these three rewards and felt quite happy. One hundred old photos could reduce the erosion level by 1 more, and 3 sweet dreams could keep him going.

And, a spell? What does "dream" mean?

Is it spiritually purifying? The name doesn't look like it... He clicked it first and saw a piece of yellowed parchment floating in the sea of ​​​​consciousness. There were some different words written on the paper, but it was not Langton's handwriting. It was the first time he had seen this kind of parchment. Dangerous handwriting:

[The dream world has different laws, which are different from other worlds. Some spells can still be used here, some can't. There are also some spells that can only be used in this world, and this kind of power has no boundaries. 】

The word "dream" probably means that this is a spell that is only useful in the dream world.

[Eye of the Abyss: I got this ancient curse by chance. Is it a curse or luck? The sacrifice required to cast it is not big, but you must have a pair of terrifying eyes that have captured the souls of countless people. I don't have eyes like that, and I've never met anyone who does. It is said that it can cause dreamers to wake up, causing delirium, blindness, and even more serious consequences to the native people. 】

Gu Jun read the spell again and felt a bit strangely cold...

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Using spells will increase the level of erosion. "Little sacrifice" is very suitable for him now, and he happens to have those eyes.

Just reading what the author wrote, I couldn't cast this spell at all after getting it. Whether it has such an effect is still unknown.

Before he could think about it, the next nightmare spectacle was about to begin again.

The mission list is refreshed every day, so he can no longer receive such abyss missions and just continues to lurk...

Groups of audiences came in, were horrified, and left...the fortieth show, the fiftieth show, the sixtieth show.

The number of pinholes in his orbicularis oculi muscle continued to increase, but the erosion rate continued to decrease, and the texture of his mental power became tougher.

When the erosion dropped below 35, he felt that he could control the swing of his entire upper limb; when it dropped below 30, he felt that he could stand up with difficulty. But the erosion rate is starting to become more difficult to subside, and a full game can only be reduced by 0.1-0.2.

After the 100th spectacle, the erosion level was 23.58.

After the fiftieth game, more and more people who were not very afraid appeared in the auditorium, and some of them looked as if they were looking at some treasure.

After the 100th scene, the host announced to the audience that today's spectacle was over, and Gu Jun was covered with a black cloth and pushed back to the backstage.

While passing through the aisle that he was already familiar with, he heard the conversation between the black businessman and others. The meaning of the man's words was open to everyone, so he could understand clearly: "We want this nightmare man, and we will give you a price." Bar."

He couldn't understand the black businessman's words, but his respectful tone clearly meant... that he didn't want to refuse.

The man added: "The Nightmare Man will be a sacrifice, that's it. We will leave Dilas-Lin tomorrow, you decide as soon as possible."

Gu Jun heard these two sentences and was pushed back into the dark utility room. The door was closed with a bang and the footsteps walked away.

No time left, the nightmare spectacle is over.

My current situation is still very difficult, but if I don't struggle, I may fall into the hands of someone more difficult to deal with than a black businessman tomorrow...

"Right now." Gu Jun took a deep breath. Normally, the black merchant would leave him here until the next day, but today, he might be pushed out to let people see the goods, and maybe the deal would be done directly. , so he had to hurry up and at least regain his mobility.

First, I looked at the hundred old photos and reduced the erosion level to 22.58.

Shrouded in black cloth, he stretched out his trembling right hand and reluctantly raised it with level 3 calmness. This feeling of being able to control himself was even a bit strange.

He endured the pain and took out the two iron hooks of the fixator first from his right eye and then from his left eye, leaving a trace of blood.

"Ah..." The eyes were closed tightly, and there was an indescribable tearing pain. Every cell in the two eyeballs was in pain.

Gu Jun closed his eyes tightly like this for a while, and then slowly opened them because he was in a hurry.

Sacrifice, "Nightmare Man" These experiences are also part of the sacrifice...

When his eyes could calm down again, he pushed away the black cloth. There was indeed no one else in this small and dark utility room.

He moved his trembling feet and tried to pull out of the clay pot, but was caught by a large number of vines, some of which had already penetrated deeply into the soil.

Clicking to receive the scalpel, Gu Jun held the newly acquired Kalop scalpel in his right hand. He reached into the basin and cut off a vine. Suddenly, a huge pain hit him. This thing seemed to have become a part of his body. Something neurotic.

"Fuck..." He could make a sound now, but he had to grit his teeth and endure it, "I still want to go back! Go back to Dongzhou, go back."

Click, click, click. After Gu Jun cut off the vines that were stuck in the soil, he was finally able to pull out his feet.

He struggled to stand up holding on to the wooden frame behind him, his feet were shaking, and the muscles all over his body were weak, but he could still stand...

After calming down for a while, he was about to let go of the wooden frame and step out of the clay pot. Okay, I can do it...

Suddenly at this time, there were footsteps approaching from outside, and then the door of the utility room was opened. The person who opened the door was a black businessman.

Love the Plague Doctor.