If you become a monster, you will succeed.

Chapter 444 How to Fight Death Thirteen Without a Substitute
After brewing a cup of hopeful black tea with the phantom hot water pot, Feng Xue thought about the weirdness of this world while sniffing the faint scent of honey.

From the current point of view, everything in this world is no different from the real world. The only difference is that when the fakes dissipate, the way those [consciousnesses] disappear is different from the real world. They are not annihilated out of thin air, but like smoke pillars. Usually rise to the sky.

Of course, this doesn't explain anything. After all, he hasn't actually experienced several worlds. Maybe it's the error caused by the different settings of [Consciousness] in different worlds.

Moreover, ghost stories are full of strange things. As long as someone believes in them, anything can happen. Even though most of the ghost stories are based on creatures so far, there are also strange stories like Infinite City and game companies.

Even, because of some of its own characteristics, dead monsters are more terrifying than biological monsters.

After all, this kind of thing that is close to a "living phantom" itself has some "absoluteness" that phantoms possess.

In other words, it’s not impossible for monsters like zoos, moon faces, and abandoned apartments to appear. No, it should be said that the possibility of such things appearing is no less than that of creatures. Chengla has no illusion brought about by this mechanism.

However, if there is really a super-large-scale strange story in this world, and I have entered the image of its rules...

Feng Xue suppressed the inexplicable sense of powerlessness rising in his heart, he was sure that this thing had already begun to affect his spirit.

After all, as a super ghost who regards the true self as the artistic conception of martial arts and burns the martial god's innate ghost story as firewood, it is absolutely impossible for him to feel powerless just because he is targeted by a ghost story or has a dream.

Just to tell a joke, the last time he felt this way was when he had just traveled to Infinite City and had only four days left to live.

"The ability with mental pollution effects... I don't know if it's because of my identity as a monster, or because of the indiscriminate cover blow."

Feng Xue held the hot water bottle in his hand, and his mood immediately improved, but knowing that this kind of unreasonable hope was suspected of drinking poison to quench his thirst, he still forcibly put it away, and then took it out of his bag. The powerful existence that has been sealed all the time——

[A ghost hand who can do anything but kill the anchor]

As a funny phantom, the power of this thing is unquestionable, and the essential setting also determines that it will never kill itself, but the problem is that it is too uncontrollable, so long-term Using it will cause all kinds of troubles in Feng Xue's life.

Not to mention that it just can't kill the "anchor", not everyone.

But now, Feng Xue felt that he needed to use this big weapon.

As the pale ghost hand climbed onto Feng Xue's shoulder and disappeared, Feng Xue suddenly felt a sense of peace of mind, but immediately, he said desperately:
"I want to eat a full banquet, give me a whole table!"

"..."

To Feng Xue's surprise, he clearly gave an order, and this behavior of asking for food was obviously helpful to kill himself, but the ghost hand didn't have the slightest intention to act.

Naturally, Feng Xue didn't think it was because the ghost hand couldn't make it or didn't have the materials. The setting of the phantom was too big, and the only possibility for the ghost hand not to act was that it felt that it would definitely not be able to kill itself.

"Interesting, Ghost Hand actually thinks he can't kill me..."

Feng Xue pushed open the door of the guest room and walked all the way to the street, watching the pedestrians coming and going, but still didn't find any problems.

"Where is the strange talk?"

Feng Xue pulled a hair from her head, then cut off the supply of [consciousness], watching the hair slowly decompose, evaporate, and then blow up with the wind.

He frowned, and used his lightness skills to chase after that ray of information, but it was like a mosquito on a summer night, it was clearly in front of his eyes, but it disappeared without a trace again in just a blink of an eye.

"I didn't catch up, or in other words, it was impossible to catch up."

Although Feng Xue had such a clear understanding in his heart, he still tried several times in a row. In order to increase the amount of information flow, he even took out a few mechas for volatilization. It will suddenly disappear in the process of chasing. From this perspective, compared with the situation where the counterfeit evaporates in the real world, it is just an extra process of drifting away.

Everything seemed to be back to the original point, but Feng Xue seemed to have a new idea, or, until now, he suddenly realized the crux of the problem——

That forgotten dream.

If reality itself has no problems, then the problem naturally points to the most abnormal dream since coming to this world.

Although he has completely forgotten what happened in the dream, just because he can wake himself up with fright, it has proved that it is not simple.

"Dream, what kind of weird story will it be? Freddy? It can't be a dream weaver, right?"

Feng Xue frowned, turned around and went back to the hotel, then fell headlong on the bed without thinking.

……

"Fuck!"

Waking up from the bed again, Feng Xue only felt that his vest was soaked with sweat. He suppressed the throbbing in his heart, glanced around uneasily, and found that he was still in the hotel, and then slowly calmed down, but he soon realized that There is something unusual——

That ghost hand seemed very happy.

So happy to start dancing!

"What's the matter?" Seeing the ghostly hands dancing there, Feng Xue pressed her temples vigorously, trying to calm down the uneasiness in her heart.

The ghost hand was happy, which obviously meant that it was about to kill Feng Xue, but its lack of action meant that it was not the time yet, or in other words, the trap had already been laid, and it was only waiting for Feng Xue to step on it.

So the question is, did this thing make a certain arrangement when Feng Xue was sleeping, or did this thing follow him into a dream, and saw the hope of killing himself?
Feng Xue thought for a moment, opened her hands, and said to the ghost hand:
"Come and punch me."

Hearing Feng Xue's voice, the ghost hand stopped dancing slightly, turned the cut in the wrist to Feng Xue, then twisted it twice as if disdainful, and resumed the crazy dance.

Looking at this appearance, Feng Xue finally affirmed that all the mysteries in this world are in dreams.

"Is it a ghost story like a dream? And it's still the kind that can't bring out the memory. In other words, you have to find a way to 'pass the level with one life' in the dream?"

Feng Xue frowned, but did not rush to sleep again, because he could clearly feel that his mental state seemed to be a little worse than last time.

"In other words, every time I dream, my spirit is affected by some kind of influence, and this influence will be fed back to my mental state in reality. Tsk, there is no substitute to fight Reaper Thirteen...how can this be played!"

(End of this chapter)