I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 549 Sandman Lucifer and Harry
Murphys walked to the center of the meat fungus passage, opened his right hand, frowned and shouted: "Come back!"

"Forgive me, the master spared us."

"Run, master wants to destroy us."

The dream monster reacted violently. When it got close to Murphy's meat paste, it turned into gray-black smoke, which was inhaled into the body along the palm of its hand.Those who were a little farther away pulled out roundworm-like tentacles from the suction force, struggling and howling.

There are also meat fungi that are farther away, simply turning into black smoke, fleeing outside, and disappearing in the blink of an eye.

After 2 minutes of tossing, the tunnel of meat mushrooms like a devil's den once again restored the white walls, wooden floors, and sticker ceilings of the material world.

It seems that the meat fungus before was just a shadow, and the shadow left without causing any damage to the house.

"Running a lot, you are the king of dreams, and you can't subdue them?" Chas murmured.

Murphys said: "I wanted to get the sandbags, restore some of my strength, and then go back and clean them up.
You don't have to worry, wandering dreams are harmless, and other evil things can't escape. "

Ha Li wondered: "Are they purely conscious dreams, or are they dream creatures that create dreams?"

"It's the dream itself."

Morpheus pushed open a door and came to a woman's bedroom.

The interior is fairly tidy, the woman's underwear hangs on the chair beside the bed, and the bedside table holds a watch, a mobile phone and a cloth bag scattered with gold dust
"Rachel, my dear, why did you become like this!" Chas exclaimed in shock, drawing Harry's eyes from the sandbag of dreams to the bed.

Lying on the bed was a naked woman in a terrifying state.

Her skin was red, inflamed, peeling off in flakes, and bedsores spread across her back and thighs.

But she didn't die, she heard Chas yelling, and rolled over, from lying on the bed to lying on her back.

Her head was stiff and black, like a coin dropped in the mud, only a small piece was shrunk on the breast, the once fullness has become an empty pocket.

The movement of turning over also crushed the bed sores on his back, and the yellow abscesses wet the blackened and scabbed sheets.

As she moved, tufts of hair broke free from her head, revealing a pale, wrinkled scalp.

The hair falls out, but it also makes people see clearly the face under the messy hair, with a sweet smile of satisfaction and fascination.

Rachel's appearance is similar to that of a zombie. Of course, her face can't be sweet, and even raw bones appear in the rotten flesh, but her smile gives people a sense of terrifying sweetness.

Her soul seems to be intoxicated by a certain emotion, and no matter how terrifying her face is, her smile is very contagious.

"Mengmengmeng anytime, anywhere, as I like" she hummed softly, her expression becoming more intoxicated, and she couldn't help but reach out to the table with her right hand to touch the golden sand falling in the bag.

"That's enough, go back!" Murphys shouted.

Nothing happened.

He walked to the table in two steps, held the pocket - the moment he got the pocket, he changed, from a weak mortal to a tall god who was difficult to look up to - he opened the pocket, and drank again: " Come back to me!"

"Srustling" the golden sand on the table began to dance, turning into golden light and flying into the pocket.

Accompanied by countless voices: the master is back. Our leisurely days are over. Don't think about leisurely days. The master is very angry that the master wants to destroy us. Don't.
"Bobobo..." Rachel's festered, blackened, and hardened skin bulged out golden blisters again, and the blisters exploded, pus splashed everywhere, and golden sand grains were thrown into the cloth bag.

They are also shouting.

In addition to yelling, when Harry looked at them intently, he could still create pictures in his mind.

The screen flickers so fast that you can barely see all kinds of extravagant and depraved scenes of a red-haired woman.

Harry glanced sideways at the bedside table, where there was a picture of a woman with red hair
In the end, even the dream of running away before turned into grains of gold sand and returned to the pocket.

Murphys held the cloth bag, tied the rope, squeezed it hard with a blank expression.

The dream monster inside screamed.

Like milking a cow, drops of foul-smelling liquid dripped from the bottom of the bag.

Before the drop hit the ground, it turned into black smoke and dissipated.

The screams disappeared.

"What is this doing?" Harry asked.

"Eradicate the 'impurities' contaminated on the dream sand."

"Those golden sands, each grain is a dream?"

Murphys put his pocket in his arms, "I spent tens of billions of years looking for the most interesting dreams from the dreams of creatures, collected them, and endowed them with my consciousness.
You can understand that one of my thoughts merges with a dream.

They became dream sand.

This small bag is actually my sea of ​​consciousness, it contains my thoughts and dreams.

Every grain of sand is managing dreams of the same type and attribute from all spirits in the universe.

The few intruders downstairs were pulled into the dream of lust, the dream of the emperor of power, and the dream of joyful innocence. The extreme emotions drained their energy and soul. "

"Ah." Rachel on the bed groaned and woke up slowly, "Where am I? Where is my dream?"

"Can you help her, she's not dead yet?" Chas looked at Harry and Murphys.

"Healing is useless." Harry shook his head.

"Her life has long been exhausted, all supported by sand, and I can't do anything about it, but I can let her go more peacefully."

Murphys gives Rachel a sweet dream.

Watching Chas' taxi disappear around the corner, Harry asked, "What's your plan next?"

"I'm going to hell."

"But you don't know which demon took your helmet."

"It's too troublesome to find an unknown demon in the vast sea of ​​people. I will go directly to the king of demons, Lucifer Morningstar."

"Uh..." Harry was a little ashamed, and his status was still low.

"Are you going now?"

"According to the etiquette of the Supreme Being, I will first send an envoy to tell Lucifer my intention to visit." Murphys said.

"Do you have a good relationship with Lucifer?" Harry asked curiously.

"The relationship is average. I have been to hell a few times as a representative of the dream world. Lucifer was very rude and suggested that I also go to hell to be a demon king, and then bring my kingdom - dreams and nightmares - into his rule ” Murphys said.

"He regards you as a different-dimensional demon god like Sangongmo?" Harry laughed.

Murphys said: "With Lucifer's knowledge, he must understand the difference between me and the Sangong Demon, but he is too proud and too arrogant."

"Since the relationship is not very good, you still take the initiative to send it to your door when you are weak? Or, do you think that you are enough to deal with Satan now?"

Murphys shook his head and sighed: "Even in the most prosperous period, I may be killed by him. Force is always not the first option to solve the problem. I understand this truth, and Lucifer must understand it."

Harley's thoughts changed sharply, maybe she can achieve her goal in this incident.
"Who will you send to hell to deliver the message? Steward Lucien?"

Murphys said: "The hell demon is cunning, vicious and unpredictable, and Lucien is likely to lose his life before meeting Lucifer.

As my envoy and steward, if he dies in hell for nothing, I can only fight hell.

That's not what I want, so I'll let someone no demon dare murder to deliver the message. "

"Uh, it can't be Cain, right? The legendary spirit also has seven times reward?" Harry asked in surprise.

Starlight flashed in Murphys' eyes, and he said meaningfully: "In the legend, Cain has the God's mark of seven times retribution.

His mark comes from the 'legendary god', what's the difference between the 'legendary god' and the god of the city of silver? "

"The God in the legend, is it a part of God?"

Harry guessed based on his knowledge of God.

"maybe"

Murphy's tone was not sure.

Then, he looked at the sky, midnight was past, and dawn was coming, "I'm leaving, do you have anything else to do?"

Harry hesitated for a moment, and said frankly: "I think it will be a big event in the extraordinary world if you go to hell to get the helmet.

Even if they don't fight, they will attract the attention of countless demons, at least they can restrain Lucifer and other demon kings.

This is undoubtedly a good opportunity for me.

I want to rescue Rachel from the claws of the Sangongmo, and I want to find Dodo.

If you can cooperate with me. Even if you don't cooperate with me, as long as you know all your plans, the seemingly slim chance may become a reality. "

Murphys frowned and said: "I can't cooperate with you, and I have no plan. My idea is very simple. Go to see Lucifer and tell him directly that my helmet has been stolen and now it is in the hands of a demon. I hope He can get it back for me."

Not only was Harry not disappointed, but even more excited, almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

"It's in my best interest if you really think about it and do it."

"What do you mean?"

After a moment of hesitation, Harry still told the truth, "You will have a big conflict with Lucifer!"

If Murphys sneaked to hell, found the helmet, and then sneaked away, even if Lucifer saw it, he would turn a blind eye.

But he made a lot of fanfare and asked Lucifer directly
Of course, Murphys expressed sincerity and verbal gratitude, but for Lucifer who "wanted to bring the dream into the realm of hell", this behavior is definitely provocative.

The reason is very simple, she is also a boss.

Harley has a group of younger brothers, and those younger brothers are all prominent figures in Gotham today.

If one day, the emperor of Mexico came to the door and asked her to hand over the goods obtained by an unknown brother with "regular means", how would Harley react?
Harry promised that the guy would definitely be able to get out of Quinn Manor alive, but he couldn't get out of Arkham Island.

If she listened to the Mexican boss, she would call all the boys over, ask them one by one, and finally return the goods, and send the Mexican boss out of the country safely.
Even if the Mexican boss promises to remember her kindness, Harley herself will definitely die of grievances, and her younger brothers will probably be dissatisfied, and the Taoists will even treat her as a joke.

In fact, if this kind of thing really happened, not only would Harley not ask for goods from the Mexican boss, but she would call her younger brother to him, give him a few words of praise, and then give him a few martial arts cheat books, a few alien pistols, and finally told him He "be careful recently, practice hard, go out less, and don't be quietly killed by Mexicans."

Of course, Harley is also clean now.

There are rules about what can be sold and what can't be touched. If the little brother touches something that shouldn't be touched, Harley will first call all the little brothers over to take care of him in the family - use black magic to send that guy to hell in public.

Then she will gather a group of younger brothers to "recover face" from the Mexican boss.

Obviously, the devil accepting human sacrifices to obtain the Sandman helmet must not have violated the rules set by Lucifer.

"Why is there a conflict? I don't provoke Lucifer, but I will be grateful for his help." Murphys said.

Harry had a strange expression, "After I told you the reason, what if you change the plan?
I really hope you fight Lucifer and break hell.

I secretly 'entered the village', and after I achieved my goal, I ran away quietly. "

Murphys said lightly: "You can try, I will not change the plan."

Harry nodded vigorously, "I really intend to give it a try, but I need your help. Do me two small favors."

Then she said what she needed him to do.

Murphys stared at her for a while, "You are so shameless!"

(End of this chapter)