In the second row of the audience, there were five Asian Homo sapiens sitting side by side. There were three males and two females. They were all in their twenties.
Gu Jun had seen many different races over the past few days. Some of them were distinguished by the shape of their skulls. However, it was impossible for him to mistake the type of these five faces. It was just that he didn't recognize any of them and didn't have any impression of them.
'Calm down, calm down … '
'Are these people natives or dreamers? 'Gu Jun suppressed his excitement and that was the first thought that popped into his mind.
It was hard to tell from the way the five were dressed because they were all wearing normal linen robes. Physical dreamers could not bring their clothes with them and they could easily change out of them.
It was not impossible for them to be natives. In fact, Gu Jun considered the possibility that a large number of Chinese had already settled down here to create the Seven Cryptical Book of Hsan.
If they were dreamers … what kind of background did they have? What organization did they belong to? Phecda? R'yleh Cult? Afterlife Cult? Another organization?
"I can't tell at all." Gu Jun looked at the five people through his blurry senses. They did not have a disgusting appearance and the two females were quite pretty. However, one could not judge a book by its cover. If he told a child that he was a good person, the child and their parents would not believe him.
If he had to choose between the two, the possibility of these people being R'yleh believers was higher than Phecda.
This was because before Phecda knew anything about the dream world, the R'yleh Cult had already occupied the House of Nightmares on that deserted island.
'Calm down, don't expose yourself. ' Gu Jun quickly came up with a plan. 'Even if they are Phecda's followers, if I expose myself, they might not be able to recognize me. Even if they do, they might not have the ability to fight these black merchants. If they aren't … then I'm in big trouble. '
He could already move his fingers. There was still a whole day left. Who knew what would happen to his body at night?
For now, there was no need to drag this unknown risk into this.
With this in mind, Gu Jun's heart raced. He wished that they were Phecda members and wanted to know more about the outside world.
His consciousness was still hiding inside the sweet dream bubble. He could hear the announcer shouting, "The Nightmare Wonder begins now!"
Just like in the previous 31 spectacles, a black merchant walked up to him with a long needle and pierced his eyes. His orbicularis oculi must have been badly mutilated. He hadn't been able to close it for so many days, so he didn't know what it looked like now.
A wave of pain surged up, and the audience fell into a panic again.
However, Gu Jun noticed that the five Earthlings did not have much of a reaction. They merely frowned and their facial muscles twitched slightly.
To be able to resist the invasion of the nightmare energy, these people were not so simple …
When the black cloth fell and the spectacle ended, the noise in the theater became chaotic. There was only darkness in front of Gu Jun, but he was already used to hearing voices to determine the environment and the people around him. He hoped that the five of them could say something to at least get the answer to the first question.
However, the five of them only exchanged a few glances before they stood up and left.
'They don't look like Phecda's people … 'But Gu Jun could tell.
If Phecda was going to send people to explore the dream world, it would definitely be a Special Mobile Force.
There was a rule in the Special Mobile Force, which was to have a cheerful member like Uncle Dan, who had the ability to calm everyone's nerves at the right time.
Furthermore, according to his training as a leader, the leader needed to say something to calm the members' nerves.
'Who are these people? 'This question bubbled up in Gu Jun's mind. Then he saw many new notifications appear on the system interface.
"Your mind has been digested, corruption rate -0.3%, current corruption rate is 38.04%."
"Abyssal Mission completed!"
"You have completed the mission 39 hours ahead of schedule, completion rating: 9 stars."
"Mission reward waiting to be claimed: Unknown, click to claim your reward."
'Completed. Whether this mission is easy or difficult depends on how you define pain … '
He calculated that there was still time between the two spectacles, so he clicked to claim the mission reward. Instantly, a light flashed in his mind.
"You have obtained a spell: Eye of the Abyss (Dream).
"You have obtained 100 old photos."
"You have obtained 3 sweet dreams."
When Gu Jun saw the three rewards, he was quite happy. One hundred old pictures could reduce the corruption rate by another 1%, and three sweet dreams could help him survive.
'And a spell? What does' dream 'refer to?
Is it to purify the mind? But the name doesn't look like it … 'He clicked on it and saw a yellowed parchment floating in the sea of consciousness. Some foreign language was written on the parchment, but it was not Lenton's handwriting. This was the first time he had seen this kind of handwriting.
"The dream world has different rules, different from other worlds. Some spells can still be used here, others cannot. Some spells can only be used in this world, and this kind of power is not limited by any boundaries. "
The word 'dream' referred to a spell that could only be used in the dream world.
"Eye of the Abyss: Coincidentally obtained this ancient spell, is it a curse or luck? The sacrifice to unleash it is not big, but it requires a pair of scary eyes that have captured the souls of countless people. I do not have that kind of eyes, and I have not seen anyone with them. According to legend, it can awaken the dreamer and cause hallucinations, blindness, and even more serious consequences. "
Gu Jun read the incantation again, and it felt cold and sinister …
Once the spell was unleashed, the corruption rate would increase again. The sacrifice was not big, and he had that kind of eyes.
However, based on the author's writing, he had not been able to unleash this spell after obtaining it, so it was still an unknown whether it had such an effect or not.
Before he could think further, the next Nightmare Wonder was about to begin.
The mission list refreshed every day, so he could not accept this kind of abyssal mission anymore, so he continued to lie low …
Batches of spectators came in, were shocked, and left … 40th, 50th, 60th.
The number of holes in his orbicularis oculi continued to increase, but the corruption rate continued to decrease, and the quality of his mental power became more resilient.
When the corruption rate dropped below 35%, he felt like he could control the movement of his upper limbs; when the corruption rate dropped below 30%, he felt like he could struggle to stand up. But the corruption rate became harder to decrease. Even a full house could only decrease it by 0.1% to 0.2%.
After the 100th Nightmare Wonder, the corruption rate was still at 23.58%.
After the 50th Nightmare Wonder, more and more people appeared among the audience who were not afraid, some of them looked like they were looking at some kind of treasure.
After the 100th Nightmare Wonder, the host announced the end of that day's Nightmare Wonder. Gu Jun was covered with a black cloth and pushed backstage.
When he passed the familiar corridor, he heard the black merchant talking to other people. The meaning of the man's words was open to everyone, so Gu Jun could understand what he was saying, "We want this nightmare man, name your price."
He did not understand the black merchant's words, but from the respectful tone … it was clear that he was not going to reject the offer.
The man added, "The nightmare man will be a sacrifice, that is all. We will be leaving Dylath-Leen tomorrow, make your decision soon. "
That was all Gu Jun heard before he was pushed back into the dark storage room. The door slammed with a bang and the footsteps faded away.
There was no more time, the Nightmare Wonder was over.
He was still in a difficult situation, but if he did not struggle now, he might fall into the hands of someone even more difficult to deal with than the black merchant …
"Now is the time." Gu Jun took a deep breath. Normally, the black merchant would leave him here until the next day, but who knew when he would be pushed out to show the goods or the deal would be done. Therefore, Gu Jun had to make use of this opportunity to regain his mobility.
He looked through the 100 old pictures and lowered the corruption rate to 22.58%.
Under the black cloth, he reached out his shaking right hand and raised it with difficulty. The level three Hands of Dexterity, the feeling of being able to control himself was rather foreign.
Enduring the pain, he first removed the two hooks from his right eye, then from his left eye. There were traces of blood on them.
"Ah …" The pair of eyes squeezed shut. An indescribable tearing pain shot through every cell in the pair of eyeballs.
Gu Jun kept his eyes closed for a long time. Due to the urgency of the situation, he slowly opened his eyes.
Sacrifice, these experiences of the nightmare man were part of the sacrifice …
When his eyes could focus again, he pulled the black cloth away. There was indeed no one else in this small and dark storage room.
He moved his shaking legs. He wanted to pull himself out from the basin but he was pulled back by a bunch of vines. Some of the vines had already dug deep into the soil.
Clicking to receive the scalpel, Gu Jun held the new Carlop scalpel in his right hand. He reached into the basin to cut off one of the vines. Instantly a wave of pain shot through him. The vines appeared to have become a part of his body, they were like nerves.
"F * ck …" He could make a sound now but he had to grit his teeth to hold it in. "I still need to go back! Back to Eastern State, back to Eastern State! "
Crack, crack, crack. After cutting off all the vines that were stuck into the soil, Gu Jun was finally able to pull his legs out.
He held onto the wooden frame behind him and struggled to stand up. His legs were wobbling and his muscles were weak but he could still stand …
After a while, he wanted to let go of the wooden frame and step out from the basin. 'I can do it, I can do it …'
Suddenly, footsteps approached from outside. Then the door to the storage room was opened. It was a black merchant who opened the door.
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