Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 75 Dream Weaver
Subtitle of this chapter: Only brave gentlemen can create miracles!
"Su, Su, Su..."
"It's Suzumiya Haruhi. According to those believers, the universe we humans exist in, and even the universe itself, is just a dream of this evil god."
"Yeah, it sounds a lot like Brahma in Brahmanism."
"Mr. Ai Shouyi, you are indeed very knowledgeable."
Brahma is one of the three main gods of Brahmanism, and in Buddhism, which is good at "borrowing", it is the four-faced Buddha. According to Hinduism, everything in the world originated from a dream of Him, and only in His dreams can gods and humans exist.
"Then I will continue. According to the assassin's instructions, Taoist Master Yimei went straight to their evil lair, where he saw the most terrifying scene he had ever seen. Those believers, regardless of gender, age or status, shouted slogans like "TUAN ZHANG SAI GAO" and worshiped a bearded man wearing strange clothes. This scene is really indescribable..."
It's really strange, why do I think of that muscular Australian guy when I think of sailor suits? Compared to Cthulhu and his gang of evil gods that evolved from seafood and mollusks, this guy is much more indescribable.!
The Japanese are so evil. If you don’t cheat us, you are not a Serbian!
He couldn't help but reveal a disgusted expression, patted his chest and swallowed a few times before saying, "I'm sorry, this scene is too painful. I won't repeat it. I'll let you read the original book when there's a chance."
"Master Yimei fought a fierce battle with Chief Judas and his followers, and of course good was defeated by evil in the end. However, the senior was outnumbered, and the fearless followers held him back, allowing Judas Benjamin to escape."
"But the Taoist Yimei was also seriously injured after the hard battle. When he recovered from his injuries in the United States, the guy had disappeared. Well, he seemed to have gone to the UK. So the Bamboo Forest Sage returned to China..."
"He recorded this experience as a warning to the world. In addition to this experience of exorcising demons, Master Yimei also wrote in his notes that in addition to Suzumiya Haruhi, there are other evil gods in the New World, which he calls The Old Rulers..."
In fact, according to the original English name, The Old Ones means old gods. In order to improve the quality, our Master Yuan simply calls it "The Old Rulers".
"The Great Old Ones?!"
Yuan Yan nodded and said, "Yes, they are the real masters hidden behind the appearance of this world. And fifty years later, I got this notebook. This also gave me the idea of coming to the New World to look for the evil god. So..."
"We're meeting!"
"But I..." Mr. Ai Shouyi adjusted his sitting position uneasily, and was hesitant to speak.
"I understand what you are going to say, Mr. Aishou." Our Master Yuan waved his hand and said, "But you are really not an ordinary person. For example..."
He said seriously, "For example, the description of Dagon in your novel completely matches the description of the 'Old Ones' by Master Yimei. I never thought that there would be someone like you who understands the true nature of this world in the New World."
“Please think carefully about where your inspiration comes from.”
"I……"
Lord Aishouyi opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but his face immediately changed, and his long face turned snow-white, like a peeled winter melon; his lips trembled at first, then his hands began to tremble, and finally his whole body shook like he had the malady; his eyes lost focus, and he looked as if he was trapped in an extremely terrible nightmare.
This time, when our Master Yuan saw him like this, he felt a little bit sorry and immediately poured a cup of Acanthopanax elegans and put it in his hand.
This glass of wine was really a timely help. After taking it, Lord Ai Shouyi drank it all in one breath. Only then did he regain some consciousness with the help of the strong alcohol and the strange taste.
"Thank you!" He then frowned and asked gratefully, "Mr. Yuan, is this really wine? Not that... paint!"
These foreigners just have no taste. How can our Seres medicinal wine be paint? Although it does taste a bit like...
Our Master Yuan also frowned and said, "Mr. Ai Shouyi, we shouldn't worry about this now. Compared to your situation, this is just a small matter. I think you understand your situation."
"Yes." Master Aishouyi lowered his head and slumped his shoulders. After a long while, he whispered, "I... I was once tormented by a nightmare. In the dream, a monster-like race, which I called 'Night Demons'. The Night Demons were giant insects with bat wings. They grabbed me and flew over a huge abandoned city."
"Although I don't know where this place is, for some reason I clearly understand that this is a relic left behind by ancient intelligent creatures."
"There are countless strange and huge statues there. They are the evil gods worshipped by the creatures that built that city.!”
His spirit has long been polluted, and it is not wrong to say that he is seriously ill. His SAN value must have hit rock bottom now, it is PERFECT!
"Da!" Our Master Yuan snapped his fingers and said, "That's right. According to our 'Sage of the Bamboo Forest', you are the 'Dream Weaver'."
He explained: "In addition to communicating with the Old Ones through rituals such as the Seven Chapters of the Mysterious Lord, some of us humans are born with this special ability. People like you who have caught a glimpse of an Old One or their followers in a dream are called 'Dream Weavers'."
" Generally speaking, Dream Weavers often have nightmares like this since childhood. If they have the courage to explore the dream world, they will gain power from the evil god. However, by doing so, they are destined to become the evil god's minions."
"And judging from your current mental state, Mr. Ai Shouyi, I'm afraid you haven't gone deep into your dreams. This is not a bad thing. Although you have lost the opportunity to master extraordinary powers, you have retained most of your sanity."
"Is that so?" the old man replied softly, and it was hard to tell whether the expression on his face was one of relief or regret.
Our Master Yuan drank the remaining wine in the glass in one gulp and turned it upside down on the table with a bang.
He pulled the chair over and sat opposite Mr. Ai Shouyi, staring into the eyes of the horror novel master, and said very seriously: "Young man...um, Mr. Howard Philip Ai Shouyi..."
"Let's save the world together!"
