Volume 4: It's Dark, Please Close Your Eyes Chapter 29: Battle of Brains
There is no doubt that Meng Fenghua's "fear" potential has been almost exhausted.
Her body was covered with scars, her clothes were torn, and her face and exposed skin were covered with dark red blood - she looked exactly like Qin Jilu, who was killed by Leng Zhan and Tang Zheng, and the "zombies" who discovered them and chased them.
So, when Meng Fenghua opened her eyes, Tang Zheng was extremely alert.
"Don't be nervous, I'm not controlled by it!" Meng Fenghua's hoarse voice sounded like an old organ, with a familiar pleasantness, but also unbearable to listen to.
“Sister…” Xiao Lingdang flew over, not caring about disturbing Meng Fenghua’s wound, “You finally woke up. I carried you for so long. I’m so tired!”
Meng Fenghua wanted to smile , but he couldn't open his mouth no matter how hard he tried.
She was badly injured.
If Tang Zheng hadn't found her in time and pulled her out of her inner demons, she would probably be in danger now.
"You saved my life again." Meng Fenghua looked at Tang Zheng and said.
"Why are you being polite to him? He won't even blush ." Tang Xiaotang laughed.
In fact, after seeing Qin Jilu and other warriors, Tang Xiaotang also vaguely felt that something might have happened to Meng Fenghua.
Her mind was tense the whole time, until Meng Fenghua said something normal, she relaxed, and once she relaxed, she wanted to laugh.
Although they didn't know how long they would be trapped in this dream, she wanted to laugh, so she laughed.
She smiled, and Leng Zhan, Jiang Wuyan and the others also smiled.
Tang Zheng fed Meng Fenghua another pill, let her lean on him, and asked, "I know you have a lot to say, but please listen to me first."
Meng Fenghua nodded weakly.
Tang Zheng then told Meng Fenghua about the situation in the dream they were in, as well as those strange and confusing things in the dream, and what exactly was going on.
Meng Fenghua's injuries slowly recovered. As he listened to Tang Zheng's description, the fire in his eyes flickered.
"Has all my fear been extracted and turned into the energy of this dream?" Meng Fenghua felt relieved. "No wonder I feel calm now..."
"As long as you don't lose everything, it'll be fine." Tang Zheng said with a smile: "It may not be a good thing for a person to not be afraid."
Meng Fenghua nodded.
At the moment she fell into a coma, her deepest feeling was not relief, but despair.
All the fear has disappeared, and what remains is only despair and emptiness, as if there is nothing in my mind...
Until she remembered the little bell that was hovering above her head before she passed out!
Yes, she had no fear anymore.
But she still has persistence!
"If that's the case... maybe I have seen the controller of this dream!" Meng Fenghua said shockingly.
"What?"
"who is he?"
"Where is he?"
Several questions came at Meng Fenghua at once.
Meng Fenghua rubbed his temple, leaned against Tang Zheng, and said, "He was seven feet tall, male, with an extremely seductive face, waist-length hair, white with a few silver strands... He told me to give him all the burdens on my shoulders, and then he would come to take my sword. I was confused at the time, and he almost got it..."
Tang Zheng listened without saying anything.
Currently, Meng Fenghua is the only person with different information.
Her description is crucial for him to solve this dilemma!
"But when he moved my sword, it suddenly rang...When Feng Ling was in danger, the bell on her neck would ring, and my sword would ring. Then, I don't know where I got the strength to pull the sword back."
The little bell is her obsession!
Even when she was already losing consciousness and about to be controlled by the master of the dream, the ringing of the bell on Xiao Lingling's neck was like a wake-up call, which woke her up immediately.
"Then, you woke up?" Jiang Wuyan asked.
"No, not yet." Meng Fenghua shook his head. "After I pulled the sword back, I couldn't lift it. That person tempted me again, saying that the things on me were too heavy. He could help me hold it for a while and return it to me after I recovered. But I didn't believe him!"
"That's..." Tang Zheng knew that Meng Fenghua was always on guard .
"Because I know what kind of look someone I can trust has, and his is not that kind." Meng Fenghua's next sentence almost hit the hearts of all .
Meng Fenghua also has people who believe in him!
That is, she was looking up at them now.
"After I refused again, his figure became more and more blurred and finally disappeared." Meng Fenghua finally finished telling his experience.
Only she has this experience.
The other warriors who had their fear drained away like her experienced completely different results.
Leng Zhan's face was as gloomy as water: "There are probably not many warriors who can use their obsession to keep their original intentions like Feng Hua!"
Tang Zheng nodded.
Tang Xiaotang asked: "Then... Master, is there any solution now?"
"Yes." Tang Zheng answered with one word.
Leng Zhan and the others, who were not prepared to get any positive answers, were stunned for several breaths when they suddenly heard the word "yes" before they realized that what Tang Zheng really said was the word "yes".
Tang Zheng held up three fingers: "Feng Hua used his determination to bring out three very critical pieces of information."
They immediately fell silent in the cold war.
They had already witnessed Tang Zheng's ability to see the big picture from the details in Leng Xiangyuan's tomb.
Meng Fenghua didn't say much, and the amount of information he provided was actually not that much.
However, Tang Zheng read out three pieces of information from it, and he said that they were "very critical" pieces of information.
"First, the creator of the dream was very concerned about his appearance. Fenghua said that he was seven feet tall and had an extremely seductive face. His hair was waist-length and white with a few silver strands. However, a normal person would know that a handsome face and such an outstanding hair color are very strange - just like no matter how much you like wedding dresses, you would not wear them to go shopping."
"So?" Leng Zhan waited for his conclusion.
"So, the owner of this dream must have lived in seclusion and had no experience of living in normal human society. He did not find the appearance he 'dreamt' to be strange according to his own aesthetic taste."
If Leng Changwang and the others were here, they would probably shout out loud, Tang Zheng's information is very close to the truth!
"Second point." Tang Zheng continued, "Why did he create an independent dream to meet Fenghua? And he also used sweet words to try to gain Fenghua's trust?"
"Why?" Tang Xiaotang asked without hesitation.
"Because he is not strong enough, or he needs to save energy. A submissive mind is much easier to control than a rebellious one... So, his sweet talk should be to reach some kind of contract. If Fenghua agrees, then she will be controlled, just like those warriors outside."
Not strong enough!
This is indeed crucial information.
Just like a snake swallowing an elephant, it cannot be digested for a while after swallowing it.
"Third point." Tang Zheng pointed at the weapons on each person. "He coveted Fenghua's weapons several times, which shows that he is very afraid of weapons. It is not necessarily that the weapons can hurt him, but it may be that supporting the behavior of 'dreaming of weapons' requires a lot of energy. He hopes to clear the weapons that the warriors dreamed of from their dreams and replace them with a few fake ones for them to take - just like the one in Qin Jilu's hand!"
Jiang Wuyan and the others had to look at Tang Zheng in a different light.
The first point is the portrait of the dream maker, the second point is the current strength of their enemies, and the third point is simply to find out the opponent's weakness!
Strong! There is no other adjective besides this word.
"So, what should we do now?" Meng Fenghua stood up with the support of the stone wall and asked.
"Hehe..." Tang Zheng also stood up, stretched his waist, and threatened Meng Fenghua. "The battle with him... I'm afraid it will be a battle of imagination..."
"Ah?" Everyone was puzzled.
Tang Zheng closed his eyes slightly. He imagined the game maps, the game copies, the mountains, rivers, jungles and tree shadows. He seemed to be able to see that the boundaries of this dream were constantly expanding as he "dreamed", and the speed was very fast.
He was dreaming, but he was also talking: "All the weapons you have seen or not seen, take them out from behind your backs. The bigger the better, the heavier the better..."
The master of the dream is not strong enough. If he needs to extract their fear to maintain the dream, then as the dream becomes bigger and bigger, his pressure will naturally become greater and greater!
And weapons are the most feared things among them. Assuming that the existence of weapons has caused pressure on his dreams, for Tang Xiaotang and others who have not traveled much, putting more weapons into the dreams can also have the effect of increasing the pressure on the opponent!
"Uh, what are you doing..." However, Tang Xiaotang and the others still didn't quite understand Tang Zheng's method.
"Let's try and see if we can use our imagination to collapse this dream!" After Tang Zheng finished saying those three points, he only needed to add this sentence and it would be enough.
Sure enough, everyone understood immediately.
"If I can find the Aurora Hammer used by my ancestors, my martial arts skills will definitely be able to improve." The cold war began.
"Seven-Aperture Heaven-reaching Sword..." Jiang Wuyan lowered his head and closed his eyes in deep thought.
Everyone tried hard to use their imagination, but being unable to go beyond logic was always a big problem.
Just as Tang Zheng was still recalling and drawing a map, he heard a mumbling voice: "Azhi mentioned a lot of weapons, the Cloud Dragon Tooth Dagger... the Soul Sacrifice Plate... the Sound-stealing Book... the Quicksand Thorn..."
That sound, unfortunately, was the sound of a small bell...
