Quenched long order

Chapter 199 The Dream of the Ancestor

under the rain.

Sauer stayed close to the wall to hide, using his air sense to detect the surroundings, alerting him to any suspicious movements.

At some point, the Sandman has quietly approached and dragged everyone into a terrifying dream.

He turned his head slightly and caught a glimpse of the transparent raindrops on his shoulders. However, the raindrops looked like insects, crawling towards his neck little by little. He quickly patted them down. After the insect-like rain fell to the ground, it seemed to return to its normal appearance.

After agreeing to Naven's conditions, the group headed to the areas most affected by the Sandman.

"The Sandman's power comes from dreams. The more dreams there are, the stronger his power. Therefore, his roots must be in the most crowded place in Ximu Port, which is the slums."

"Find the ancestral dream and end it. Whether you wake up the owner of the dream or kill it, you can send the Sandman away."

Naven's plan is very clear. After constant exploration, he has narrowed the scope a lot. He only needs someone to delay the Sandman and give him some time to end it all. Of course, the reverse can also be done, and he can delay the Sandman.

However, when the actual operation came, everything became completely different. It was much more difficult to get close than imagined. Moreover, the Sandman was far more cunning than imagined. It didn't take much time to separate everyone.

The sound of footsteps came from far away, and Sauer held his breath, waiting for the other party to approach the range of air perception. However, for some reason, the other party just stayed at the edge, as if stuck between the beats of his heart.

"Saul?"

A familiar voice came, clear and soothing to the ears.

Martha?

Sauer frowned slightly. The reason for his frown was not because of Martha's identity, but because Martha was able to discover his existence.

"You must be careful." Martha's footsteps gradually faded away.

"What are you careful about?" Shaoer looked around, but only saw a graceful figure gradually disappearing in the alley. He thought for a while and followed her.

There is no doubt that he is in a dream now. He has already discovered this, but he doesn't know how to wake up. All sensations are the same as when he is awake, including pain.

He quickly approached, but the other person walked through the alleys of the slums, always keeping the same distance.

Until they turned a corner, in the coldness, the ground was red with blood. Martha lay on the ground, motionless, and the eye-catching red color gradually faded under the wash of the rain.

Sauer took a deep breath and looked around, but there was no one else.

He stepped forward to check on Martha, but did not get close. He already understood the matter of Martha's union with Rachel, and he could clearly recall it now. The rolling flesh and blood on Martha's body was exactly the same as the white figure in the staircase space. They are very similar. The only difference between the two may be that Martha still retains her original consciousness, at least... most of it.

"The wound on the neck is..."

There were some pieces of meat hanging around Martha's neck, and there were bite marks on the edges of the wounds, as if she had been bitten to pieces by a wild beast.

"Is it the Sandman? Or something else?"

Sauer fell into deep thought for a short time, and then he felt the world spinning, the rain flowing backwards, and the dizziness almost made him unable to stand, and he staggered and fell backwards.

After landing firmly, he realized that he was leaning against the wall, with the transparent bug that had just fallen on his shoulder.

"This is……"

He felt his heartbeat begin to speed up.

The action of wanting to take a photo of the bug turned into grabbing the collar and shaking it off.

"Saul."

Same voice, same tone.

This time, Sauer rushed out quickly, with his back still in front of him. Since he knew his destination, he changed his route and chose to take a shortcut. He even came to the location where Martha was attacked in advance to ambush him.

"What are you doing here?" A gentle voice came from behind.

Sauer quickly turned around and saw Berry standing behind him, his green eyes clear and focused in the darkness.

"I--"

Before he could finish his words, severe pain was felt in his throat. Berry was like a wild beast, instantly attacking and biting the prey's throat. The clear eyes just now had disappeared, full of bloodthirsty and cruel wildness.

The sound of the neck being bitten traveled from the throat to the mouth, and then to the inner ear.

He wanted to stop it, but found that for some reason, he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand, and he didn't even get a response when he used his abilities.

In a daze, he saw the familiar thin white lines behind Bury that attracted his attention. Several thin lines extended to the second floor window.

At the edge of the window, a resolute face was squinting down.

Kraut.

The name came to Sauer's mind.

Bang bang bang.

The heart beat violently, as if it was about to burst out of the chest.

Sauer opened his eyes suddenly and found that he was lying on the floor in the house. There was also a man and a woman in the house, but the couple was already skin and bones, with only a few sparse yellow hair on their heads and eyes. Looking ahead, you can vaguely see flies crawling in and out of your ears.

Outside the door, there was a knock on the door.

"Saul, what's going on inside? Why did you close the door?" Kraut's angry voice came.

The last scene he saw after being hunted suddenly appeared in Sauer's mind. He shook his head, retracted his thoughts, and focused on the present.

He opened the door, and there were Kraut and Naven standing outside the door.

"What happened?" Kraut asked concerned.

Sauer thought for a moment and shook his head slightly.

At present, the situation is still unclear and observation is still needed.

"Isn't it possible that he was tricked?" Naven crossed his hands on his chest and leaned his shoulders against the door frame. "This is not like you. You are the most vigilant among us. If my guess is correct..."

Having said this, he stretched out his right hand and pointed at Shaoer's chest, "...you must have an ulterior secret in your heart, a secret that must never be revealed."

He took back his right hand and spread his hands, "Remember to be careful, the Sandman will not pay attention to this. Anything that can allow it to create dreams is its material."

Sauer looked calm and nodded.

"Let's go." Kraut turned and left, "We have found the Dream of the Ancestor."

Naven followed Kraut.

When did the two of them become so... familiar?

Sauer frowned slightly, looked back at the two skinny people in the room, thought for a while, left an air sentry, and then followed Kraut's footsteps.

Not long after walking, there was movement from the air sentry.

He quickly shared the view with the air sentry to check the situation inside the house.

Inside the room, a man and a woman slowly stood up, and then, a hoarse and broken voice reached the sentry station.

"Didn't he see it?"

"Definitely didn't see it."

did not see? "He" refers to me? Don't see anything?

Sauer thought. "Eye."

Eye? What eyes?

Sauer thought back to the scene just now.

"On the back of his head, there are two eyes."

Hearing this, Sauer suddenly stopped, raised his right hand, and slowly touched the back of his head.

At the same time, Kraut and Naven in front also stopped. The two looked back at him almost at the same time, with sharp eyes. One of them solved the Sandman incident five years ago, and the other was called the Sandman Hunter.

The right hand touching the back of the head came with a strange feeling. It was soft and thick, and it was a huge eyeball.

He blinked, and instantly felt that his perspective became strange, as if he was being carried by something, his thick hair blocked his sight, and wide wings grew out of his sides.

He's...the Sandman.

wake up.

Sauer sat up suddenly, his high heart rate still unable to calm down. The crisp sound of the bonfire was accompanied by the warm light of the fire.

"Are you awake?" Jason walked over.

Sauer looked at Jason carefully and didn't find anything special.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Jason stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Shaoer's eyes, "You're not having another nightmare, are you?"

Sauer looked around. The two of them were staying in a corner of the ruins. He raised his head and saw that there was no starlight in the night sky.

"Where are the others?" he asked.

Jason was stunned for a moment, shook his head, and replied: "I don't know, he disappeared suddenly, and the Sandman seemed to be too."

As he spoke, he let out a long sigh, "There are only two of us in the entire Ximu Port. There is no point in staying any longer. We can't go back, so we can only slowly think of a way."

Sauer was about to speak, but Jason beat him to it.

"What I just said is the fifteenth time, Shaoer..." Jason turned to look at Shaoer, his eyes worried, "...you don't seem to be able to remember things. Every time you wake up, you ask me same question."

The air seemed to freeze.

"The Sandman has disappeared." Jason said earnestly, "I know that the Sandman is scary. It can constantly create dreams and trap people in them forever. It can even seamlessly switch between dreams and reality. Plus every time Before actually taking action, the Sandman will continue to torture people, but... it has really been solved... Just like I don't know how it came, now, it has gone quietly..."

"This is-" Sauer started, but was interrupted again.

"——Dream." Jason walked to the side, put his hands on his hips, looked outside and sighed, "Shaoer, I have to tell you something. I'm worried that if this continues, you will suddenly attack me. I won't I know what you saw in the dream, maybe it was a monster, just like in the staircase space, but there is no danger now, and even if there is, it is not from the Sandman, so you don't have to worry at all."

With that said, Jason turned around and said firmly: "Let's do this, Sauer. Let's still team up like this and go find other cities together. But if you mention anything about dreams again, we'll go our separate ways. How about that?"

He spread his hands and his tone became very impatient.

Sauer did not answer. He thought for a moment and then began to fumble around, "If what you said is true, I will definitely record it..."

When he said this, he touched a piece of cloth in his pocket. On the piece of cloth, four vertical and one horizontal lines were drawn with red lines in the upper left corner and upper half, and in the upper right corner, there were four vertical lines.

"One mark every five times." Jason said calmly, "Remember to add this cross."

Beep.

The bonfire exploded again.

The air became quiet.

"Actually..." Jason sat down next to Sauer, even a little closer.

This made Sauer feel strange and very uncomfortable.

"...I hope the Sandman is still there. In this case, we won't be as desperate as we are now, and maybe we can still be saved."

Jason said, moving closer.

Sauer turned his head and stared at Jason, a tall and thick man. The coldness in his eyes could not be hidden.

"If...if..." Jason's voice became softer and softer, and his movements became more gentle, "...if you can..."

Sauer didn't hear a word of what was said next. He only felt goosebumps all over his body. The next second, he immediately pulled away and stood up, his eyes alert.

...It is indeed a dream.

...However, even if it is a dream, it is indeed scary.

Sauer swallowed, praying in his heart to wake up quickly.

"Hmph." Jason snorted heavily.

At this moment, Sholton immediately felt the gold content of Kraut’s previous words.

I feel that I have been trapped in a nightmare in the past few years, maybe the Sandman is still affecting me...

Even if he wakes up right now, this dream will affect him for a long time, making him look at Jason through colored glasses.

Sauer ignored Jason. He stood far away from the campfire and thought carefully.

The biggest problem with Sandman's dreams is that even if you are aware of the dream, it is difficult to wake up. Usually, when you are sleeping, as long as you can detect the dream, you can wake up quickly. Even if you can't, in the dream Even if you take some extreme measures, such as committing suicide, you can wake up quickly.

"Want to try?"

Sauer hesitated.

He wanted to try another method first.

Enter a state of emptiness.

He closed his eyes, the sights and sounds fading away, focusing on the depths of his soul until the information in the air replaced the usual feelings.

Humid air.

There is light, a uniform light source, not a bonfire.

There is dust in the air and poor circulation. I should be indoors now, not outside.

Indeed, it was a certain dream just now.

Wait...this is...

Shouts... and bodies that are not human...

In an instant, Sauer felt that everything around him became clearer. He was clearly standing in the dream, but now he was sitting up again.

At the same time, the voice beside him was also felt by him, it was Martha's voice.

"You finally woke up, Sauer. I have good news and bad news now. The good news is that we have found the Dream of the Ancestor, and the bad news is that the leader of the Black Domain Religion found it before us."

(End of this chapter)