Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

The latest website: "Why are oil paintings and antique clocks not in my dreams?"

In the living room, Du Wei looked at the wall, where the antique clock should have been, and kept thinking in his mind.

Before entering the dreamland, I made a wish with the clown card.

Items such as masks were brought into the dream by him. Logically speaking, antique clocks and oil paintings are his own, so they should also appear.

But it didn't.

Du Wei couldn't help thinking to himself: Are the antique clocks and oil paintings not actually mine? Are they related to me, not as I thought? Or in other words, they are incompatible with my dreams and cannot be brought in?

It is possible that the antique clock does not belong to Du Wei, but Du Wei belongs to it.

But oil painting is different.

Du Wei used the clown card at that time, and his wish to realize was to obtain the right to use the oil painting.

The power of idealism is the most buggy.

It doesn't make sense or logic at all.

There are only results, no process.

Therefore, the answer is likely to be the latter.

"Dreams are a reflection of reality. Dreams related to curses may indeed be inconsistent with antique clocks and oil paintings."

"If they really enter the dream, maybe this dream will not be able to form."

Speaking of this, Du Wei looked at the Annabelle evil spirit doll beside him.

Perhaps it was a problem with the dream, the entire framing cabinet was covered with a layer of dust, making the body of Annabelle's doll a little blurry.

But Du Wei could feel that it turned its head to look at itself.

bark...

Du Wei wiped the glass door of the framing cabinet with his hand, and said lightly to Annabelle, "Welcome to my dreamland. When I need to go out, you will return to reality. Stay at ease for a while."

The clown card is on Du Wei,

If he wanted to leave the dream, he could either wait until the dream ended naturally, or use the clown card to get out early.

It was easy for him to leave.

But at the moment, Du Wei doesn't want to leave. At least he has to find the nun and confirm her status before choosing to escape.

"But, where are you?"

Du Wei said to himself, and walked towards the door, where his black umbrella was placed on the shelf beside the door.

The whole house gave him a bad feeling.

It's not dangerous, but a strange sense of strangeness.

The ground is covered with mottled clots of blood, and the walls are covered with damp green moss. The dream home seems to have been washed away by decades of time.

If Du Wei didn't know that this was a dream, and the dream was the opposite of reality, he would have wondered if he had traveled decades later.

yay...

There was a teeth-gritting door opening.

Du Wei opened the door, but the scene outside the door made his pupils shrink suddenly.

He said in a complicated tone: "Is my dream so strange?"

outside.

The sky is gray, and all the scenes seen by the naked eye, from roads to buildings, are completely gray. Some buildings that belong to Du Wei's memory are extremely blurred, with only one outline.

Deeper there is pitch blackness, and nothing can be seen.

This is because Du Wei didn't care about those buildings subconsciously.

Just like a person eats and drinks every day, it is impossible for him to remember how much food he ate and how much water he drank today.

Even if I remember it clearly at the time, it is impossible to recall it after a few days.

Fragmented memories will be selectively forgotten by the brain.

What made Du Wei feel strange was not these things, but the fact that it was raining outside...

When he was in the bedroom, he saw the scene outside the window. Whether it was the sky or the buildings outside, except for the slightly distorted color, everything else was normal.

It's not raining at all...

"Could it be that my dream is connected in series with other people's dreams?"

Du Wei's face was a bit ugly, he took the umbrella on the shelf in his hand, and hurried back to the house.

After quickly rushing to the bedroom on the second floor, through the window in the bedroom, everything he saw became what he saw at the beginning.

To be precise, it was the scene outside the window that he saw before entering the dreamland.

"So you are now, possibly in someone else's dream?"

As Du Wei said, he frowned and left the house step by step.

Whoosh...

Put up your umbrella.

The fine raindrops fell on the umbrella surface, surrounded by water vapor, and the surrounding scene appeared hazy...

While walking, Du Wei was thinking.

"When I started dreaming, other people should also be dreaming. The dreams are connected together, and it changes from an individual to a collective."

"And according to the known information, the nun seems to be devouring these dreams, whether they are good or bad. If I want to find it, I have to enter other people's dreams."

"Of course, this current dream is a hodgepodge. Maybe if I walk forward for a while, or open a door, I will enter other people's dreams."

"But that would be a waste of time. I just need to confirm the state of the nun and when it will explode. There is no need to confront it in a dream."

Speaking of this, Du Wei took out the wallet from his pocket, and there was a silver coin in the interlayer.

On the front is a relief of a skull, and on the back is a sickle dripping with blood.

The ability of this coin is also idealistic, and it is even weirder than making a wish.

The front side represents good luck, and the back side represents bad luck.

There is a ghost on each side of the front and back.

They will haunt Du Wei until the day he dies, otherwise it will never end.

"I need a little bit of luck to help me find it quickly."

While speaking, Du Wei tossed a coin.

He still wanted to gamble his luck, and didn't want to waste the number of times the Joker card was used.

Watching the coin spin in the air, Du Wei reached out to catch it.

"It's the opposite..."

Du Wei frowned. Fortunately, he was now wearing a mask and a black shadow shell. Even if it was the other side, it was the black shadow and not him who was unlucky.

next second.

Behind Du Wei suddenly appeared a human silhouette wearing a cloak, like a god of death, holding a black sickle, staring at Du Wei.

To be precise, it was the dark shadow hanging over Du Wei.

Snapped……

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, causing the billboard that was about to fall on the roadside to hit the ground directly, and a small stone soaked in rainwater just splashed on the mask Du Wei was wearing.

this……

Du Wei's eyelids jumped wildly, and he tossed the coin again.

Still the opposite...

The lighter in Du Wei's pocket fell out, and when it fell to the ground, the lighter switch hit a stone on the ground.

The crimson flames immediately burst into flames.

The black shadow covering Du Wei's body seemed to be burned, boiling like boiling water.

The bad luck should be on Sombra.

It has nothing to do with Du Wei at all.

He looked at this scene and said in a very weird tone: "I seem to have found another usage of this coin. If I can make an evil spirit keep flipping a coin, and every time it is tails, it may He might die out of nowhere because of his unlucky luck."

After all, Du Wei picked up the lighter and tossed the coin again.

He wants to gamble his luck, after all, Sombra can continue to resist...

This time it was really lucky.

is positive...

In the stagnant water on the ground, a broken wooden plank floated over, and the broken part was just aligned with Du Wei's left front position.

There, there is a house with a vague outline...

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