Plague Doctor

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is the Nightmare Man. Ready for a thrill? ”

Because Gu Jun could only open his eyes to the front, he could not see who the talking host was, but looking at the audience in front, he had understood that the black businessmen had bought him from Joe's idea of making money.

In this exotic theatre, there are three or four hundred spectators sitting in different garments, many of whom are suspicious.

“Isn't that weird?” There's a round-head male audience shouting, "Where's the nightmare? ”

“This man is so ugly.” An audience of purple robes muttered to friends, "How could his face be ruined like this? I've seen people fall in boiling water for an hour before and burn all over their bodies, not as badly as he does. ”

“Beautiful lady, this is exactly what the nightmare has done to him!” The host said out loud, "Next we'll stab him, let's look him in the eye so you can see the nightmare. ”

Gu Jun's eyelids glanced. A black robe man walked over with a silver-shinkling sharp pin.

“Stop it!” He's anxious and angry, and he's scared, “don't mess around. ”

However, he could not make a sound. The black robe walked next to him and stabbed him in the right eye with a long needle. Soon he was very skilled. The stabbing involved the rotator muscle of the eye and did not destroy his eyeball, but caused a great deal of pain.

He stabbed his right eye and his left eye again.

“Ah...” Gu Jun's consciousness woke up painfully. This pain prompted his mental frenzy. That erosion power bombarded!

He knew that if he could not survive, once his consciousness was broken, he would truly become a nightmare machine, with no other possibility of flipping, except in response to pain stimuli. These black businessmen should know about this, so they don't have any conversation with him, so he's never a living person...

At the same time, there was a sudden surge of illusions in the theatre, and the audience's shouts rang, and those who had just revealed their suspicions quickly filled their faces with fear.

They see worms, broken fingers, plagues, broken heads, blood, dead faces, dead bodies everywhere...

Joy is a need, and fear is a need.

“Ah!!” Shocked by this nightmare, some audience screamed, others cried directly out, the round cap male audience shouted, "Devil!” His head jumped under the chair. They are just ordinary residents of the city, and they rarely even go to the outskirts. This nightmare wonder, I've never seen.

The purple robe audience frightened the pale face, staring at the nightmare man on stage, completely stuck, unable to move.

The Nightmareman's face was full of purple red scabs, and those bloody eyes were tearing her soul apart.

How can there be such a horrible face in the world...

She tried to move her gaze away, but her eyes grabbed her tight and saw more madness. Her mind became twisted and her mind became fanatical.

Just as the audience was going crazy, the black robe man Holly left the black cloth behind to cover the nightmare man, and the air in the theater cleared up. Although the nightmare fantasies were still haunting the audience for a while, it was slowly fading.

“Ladies and gentlemen, wake up, the nightmare is over!” Speak up, moderator. "Are you satisfied? ”

Time shouted, shouted and praised all over the theater, and the spectators shocked.

“This is the scariest nightmare I've ever seen, O gods of the earth, what has this man been through? ”

“I'd rather go to the legendary Worm House than look him in the eye again! ”

“The creation of the devil, the abandoned children of the gods! ”

The shouting sounds were harsh: "This deformity should be eliminated with flames immediately! It's not supposed to be a monster in the world! ”

Just now, Gu Jun struggled against the darkness, thinking about the fountains of Carlop College, thinking about the late people in another world. But that frantic erosion force oppressed the space he struggled with at every point, like a tsunami wave.

He was already a little confused, just suddenly noticing those five dream bubbles.

The idea didn't come out yet, so he lit the thin bubble on the far left, and his consciousness suddenly poured in.

In front of him, it was still a theatre, but it was an ancient, empty theatre.

The tsunami waves disappeared, outside the dream bubble, and his consciousness seemed to be hiding in a shelter. He understood from time to time that this “dream of beauty” had its independence, belonged to the spirit of the dreamer, not to him, and thus had this separation.

Gu Jun took a long breath of relief, but he can still feel his own sea of knowledge outside the dream is in a violent state, which is also impacting the dream.

He didn't open the door to the audience, he didn't do anything, he just meditated until he felt calm outside.

“Is it over?” Gu Jun carefully came out of his dream and returned to Hatsumi. It was the black cloth in front of him again. The chaotic audience words poured into his ears.

This dream bubble on the far left is a little thinner, but he feels strangely more comfortable. He seems to have more mental strength...

At this point, a prompt box pops up in the system panel:

[Your spirit was digested, erosion -0.1%, now 47.87%]

“Ah!” Gu Jun looked at the tip with surprise and surprise, completely unprepared, but lost 0.1%!

It's the equivalent of eating 100 old photos at a time, 20 difficult tasks.

Digestion? He noticed the word, not purification, but digestion. Why is that?

It feels like these audiences took away the nightmare energy he unleashed... but gave him their peace and hope...

Because it's not that nightmare house after all, it's just a lot of unconscious energy. And these fears are for entertainment, and to a lesser extent, they are not killed, nor are they fuelling darkness.

He digested 0.1 percent of the erosion with these life-energy seizures.

“I've been thinking about ‘purification', but the goal of the Abyss mission is‘ regression ’, so digestion is okay. Is this your chance to do the job? ”

Gu Jun heard the host shout out that the next nightmare wonder will take place on time at this time tomorrow, and he summed it all up: “The more audience, the more digestion. This time around, it was only 40-50% of the people, and if it was full, it should be 0.2-0.3%. ”

“If you open 10 games a day, it's 2% -3%!? Declining 10% erosion within seven days is no longer an issue. ”

In the raging shouts of the audience, Gu Jun only saw his wooden wheelchair being pushed back into the background.

“The idea of these people is that my consciousness must die.” He thought, there was an immediate decision: "‘I' cannot be exposed! I have to pretend that I am dead and will not pose a threat to them. After consuming this nightmare energy, it will only become an empty shell, so that they will take the 'Nightmareman’ money with no hesitation...”

At this point, he saw the black cloth in front of him lifted and his consciousness immediately hid in the dream bubble.

Perhaps a few black robes weighed him down and saw that his eyes were completely dead.

The black cloth fell again. After a while, Gu Jun snuck out of that dream.

“This is an opportunity! The more spectators you have, the faster the erosion will digest, maybe less than a month before I can move again. ”

Gu Junton was heartwarming. Joe's vicious, black businessman's poisonous spirit gave him the possibility of being reborn.

But there is still a problem, these five dream bubbles won't hold up...

Without removing the fixture in his eyes, he couldn't close his eyes and still couldn't sleep, so he looked at Blackcloth meditating to regain his spirit.

It was a difficult time, but the nightmare came on schedule the next day, and he was pushed out again in the dark.

Gu Jun could hear more and more noise this time, the host's loud voice or that: “Is it that scary? Did we make false propaganda? Is this really something new with Deras Lynn? Take a look for yourselves, please, Nightmares!! ”

Only if the nightmare is scary will the audience be larger, and only if it becomes a hotspot for Dillas-Lynn will it digest faster.

He remembered some death scenes, making his emotions more depressing and irritating, and just as the blackcloth was lifted, his consciousness slipped into the dream bubble.

He was able to faintly feel that there were seventy-eight percent more curious audiences sitting in a huge theater, nearly double the number of people that he had yesterday.

Let's get started, open the system panel in a hazy way, and click Claim Abyss Task:

[Abyss task: 10% abyssal erosion within one week, task reward: unknown]

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