The dream of the red moon will last for a whole night, and the illusion that covers the world will not dissipate until dawn the next day.
In this world, it is more like a peculiar natural landscape , occurring once every three months for more than 20 years. Although for ordinary people, every experience of the red moon dream is a double torture of body and mind.
But in fact, after more than 20 years of "screening", the people who are still alive in the new colony have actually adapted to the Dream of the Red Moon.
It's like the cruel survival of the fittest. Those who are mentally weak and have a dark side in their hearts have all been transformed into monsters in the past twenty years.
The rest, even the humblest beggars, have their own ways to deal with the Dream of the Red Moon.
Of course, adaptation does not mean safety.
According to Old Saen, after each Red Moon Dream, there will still be a small number of monsters that are defeated and transformed by the illusion in various places. After all, human emotions are very magical things.
Not everyone can control it, and the Red Moon Dream, an illusion based on one's mind, will amplify and materialize negative emotions.
If a poor guy had just experienced something terrible before the Red Moon Dream came, it would be difficult for him to persist in the dream.
And children.
The most important thing is children.
Children's minds are not yet fully developed , and they have many strange fantasies in their hearts. In the dream of the red moon, thinking too much is definitely not a good thing.
This has resulted in the child survival rate in the new colonies remaining at a very pessimistic level, and the number of survivors in the new colonies has been declining over the past two decades.
This is also the main reason why witch hunters in this world are generally pessimistic about the future.
Without the replenishment of fresh blood, no matter how powerful the witch hunters are, the collapse of the human civilization in the Red Moon Realm is only a matter of time.
But not everyone is disgusted by this illusion.
There are also some very strange guys who choose to "enjoy" it.
for example……
"ha!"
Jiang Xia wore only a small vest like a boxer, moved his feet, imitated the boxer's roar, and swung his hand to throw a standard jab.
"Bang"
The head of the inner demon hanging on the wooden rack in front of him was smashed again, and his whole body turned into gray-black smoke, and then reappeared in the gathering smoke.
The inner demon Jiang Ziheng has become numb.
There was no change of emotion on that face that looked exactly like Jiang Xia, as if it had completely accepted its fate. The moment it appeared, it even took the initiative to grab the rope in front of it and tied itself to the wooden frame.
Act as Jiang's human sandbag.
This skillful movement reveals extreme misery. It is hard to imagine what kind of things this "forced business" demon has experienced in this fantasy.
How many times had it been taken out in the past seven hours?
It's hard to calculate.
It was used to test the lethality of the Magic Cube, used as a target to test the trajectory of various firearms, used as a human sandbag to help Lao Jiang practice fighting, used to practice the ability to control electricity, and so on.
It's like a feast of various ways to commit suicide, with all kinds of deaths being confusing.
"Okay, let's stop here for today."
Seeing that his inner demon Jiang Ziheng had tied himself to the wooden frame obediently, Old Jiang, whose hands were still stained with blood, waved his hands. He took out a pocket watch from his arms, opened it and took a look.
Then he said to the numb demon in front of him:
"There's only half an hour left until dawn. I'm going to go check on the others. You go now. We'll play again in three months."
"Well?"
The inner demon was stunned for a moment, then it swiftly lowered itself from the wooden frame, stretched its wrists, and turned and ran away without even caring that Lao Jiang hadn't finished speaking.
As it fled at the speed of light, the illusory silhouette of Fengshan Street around Jiang Xia quickly disappeared, and the situation returned to the previous one shrouded in crimson mist.
Because of the defeat of the inner demon, the previously distorted house reappeared, the warm fireplace was still burning, and there was the crisp sound of flames burning and peeling.
Although Old Saen had warned people not to interfere with other people's dreams, Old Jiang now had a deeper understanding of the operating principles of the Red Moon Dream.
He picked up a cigar from the table beside him, played with it in his hand, took a few steps forward, unlocked the door, and the moment he pushed the door open, all he could see was smoke.
Only his place has returned to normal, but the dream is still affecting other places.
Boss Jiang looked around, holding the sun emblem in his hand, turned a few steps to the left, and stepped into the smoke. In front of this illusion with extremely low visibility, a shadowy scene appeared.
It’s Ru Yue.
Like Boss Jiang, the secretary also had her inner demons materialized in advance in this dream of the red moon.
Jiang Xia did not move forward rashly, nor did he really enter Ruyue's dream. He stood in the smoke at the edge and looked out. Ruyue was fighting with a giant beast.
It has a lion-like body with a fiery red mane, and its neck is wrapped around with burning flames.
Its whole body is as white as jade, and its fluffy tail is swaying.
A horn grows on the head, giving birth to flowing light.
Below the lion's head is a goat-like beard.
The mythical beast Bai Ze.
It was indeed the strange beast in Ruyue's destiny, but Ruyue had no affection or tenderness for this auspicious beast. She held two rapid-fire pistols in her hands and kept shooting at the giant beast.
He looked like he was full of hatred.
"This is her father..."
Jiang Xia smoked his cigar in silence. He knew Ruyue's past very well and naturally knew the secretary's inner demons and why she behaved like this.
She said that she didn't hate him, but in fact, she obviously had bad intentions towards the strange monster that killed her mother.
Moreover, Ruyue’s inner demon is not as weak as Boss Jiang’s inner demon.
It is born from the darkness in Ruyue's heart. The more Ruyue hates it, the stronger its power will be after it materializes. However, it is also because Ruyue is just a small cultivator in the Qi training stage.
The strength of this forcibly stimulated inner demon was not so strong that Ruyue could not deal with it.
Judging from the blood and flesh on the ground, the violent secretary had killed it more than once.
“This is a hidden danger.”
Lao Jiang shook his head and quietly withdrew from Ruyue's dream.
“Fortunately, it was discovered in advance. If it had been ignored, when Ruyue broke through to the Dao-seeking realm, the inner demon that was nurtured would definitely become extremely powerful.
It is even very likely that it will destroy her directly.
hatred……
It’s a terrible emotion indeed.”
While thinking in his mind, he walked further to the left. In the smoke, Lao Jiang was like walking in a maze. The illusion of the Red Moon Dream undoubtedly distorted the space.
They were all staying in this three-story house tonight, and the distance between their rooms was not that far.
After walking for a few minutes, Jiang Xia heard the faint sound of gunfire. He quickened his pace and rushed into the smoke again. As before, he did not set foot in the main body of the dream, but stood on the edge and looked out.
Roger.
The black fox of the wasteland was now gritting his teeth, holding his pulse rifle, guarding alone in front of a dilapidated laboratory, firing at the black-clad thugs that were constantly growing in front of him.
"Um?"
Jiang Xia's eyes narrowed at this moment.
It's different now.
Rogge's dream was completely different from his and Ruyue's. There was no concrete inner demon here at all. It was more like a real dream.
A nightmare that kept repeating the most painful day in Roger's heart.
On the day when they were ambushed by the Eternal Life Society and the Black Hand Society became complete refugees, Jiang Xia also noticed that behind Rogge, there were corpses lying all over the ground.
He frowned and gently manipulated his spiritual thoughts to probe into the dream before his eyes. As his spiritual thoughts entered, the scene in front of Lao Jiang was immediately separated.
What he saw was still Rogge yelling and slaughtering those thugs.
But in the perception of divine consciousness, Rogge himself was lying on the floor of the room, snoring soundly, and twitching from time to time.
"He was literally pulled into a nightmare, and his mind and body were separated."
Boss Jiang silently blew out a smoke ring and did not hastily wake Rogge from his sleep. Instead, he looked carefully at the scene in front of him where the Black Fox was acting invincible in his nightmare.
“Although Roger managed to sense the spiritual energy through the ashes, he had no spiritual roots and could not practice. His sea of ​​consciousness was not open, his spirit was not born, and his soul and body were not connected together.
Therefore, the Dream of the Red Moon could create such a real nightmare for him, torturing his mind and will with repeated cycles of suffering.
Ordinary people in this world should have experienced the same scene in the Red Moon Dream.
Ruyue and I are exceptions.
No!
All cultivators who have entered the Qi training stage and given birth to a soul are exceptions. Our soul and body are closely connected, so will not be dragged into the illusory nightmare.
But it will give rise to physical inner demons.
I see."
Jiang Xia understood another change in the Red Moon Dream. He stepped back a few steps without disturbing Rogge's fight, and walked forward again. When he reached Su's dream, he leaned over to take a look.
Just like Rogge, Su's consciousness was also pulled into the nightmare, and he was also invincible against the black-clad thugs.
However, Su rarely uses guns. Instead, he uses his newly enhanced prosthetic body to madly slaughter the growing number of black-clad thugs. The nightmares of these two people are exactly the same.
All in that dilapidated laboratory.
"Next time you two can form a group."
Jiang Xia curled his lips and whispered:
"No, maybe you guys from the Black Hand can come together and form a group. Your nightmares are probably the same. How pitiful."
He backed out again.
Then he quickened his pace and rushed towards the dream of Old Saen and Helya. He really wanted to see what the nightmare of the witch hunters in this world looked like.
"Bang"
A loud bang sounded in the smoke ahead, causing Lao Jiang to stop immediately. He drew out his umbrella and opened it with a swish, concealing all his breath, and then stopped where he was.
Soon, a strange creature walked out of the fog.
It still maintains its human form.
But its limbs had been alienated, like a twisted creature of flesh and blood. One leg was thick and the other was thin. Its steps were a little staggering, but very heavy. Its hideous chest was covered with eyes of varying sizes that kept moving.
The left arm is black, like a hideous ghost claw covered with skin and bones.
His right arm was extremely strong, like a battering ram made of flesh and blood, even as thick as his torso, and it was dragging on the ground.
There is a big eyeball on the right shoulder, which keeps moving left and right, closing and opening from time to time. Combined with the densely packed eyes on the body, it looks like mental pollution.
It's searching for the enemy!
It sensed other auras in the mist, moving towards Jiang Xia's direction, but Lao Jiang was standing there, under the umbrella.
The monster couldn't catch his breath at all.
"Hmm? Old Sarn?"