Rolling his eyes, Freddy abruptly stabbed his claws into Quentin's arm. "Wake up, your girlfriend is going to die."
Quentin, however, merely grunted in a daze and remained unconscious.
Embarrassed, Freddy withdrew his claws, but there was only a small wound on Quentin's arm.
Luke said with a smile, "Don't waste your energy. Even if you feed him a pile of sh * t, he won't react. "
Freddy blinked. "Is that so? What about you? "
Luke frowned. "That's why I said, I'm going to kill you."
One of his legs suddenly lashed out.
Freddy flipped over and jumped back, already laughing. "Hahahaha, so your mouth is full of sh * t, right? Then give me a little more, a little more! "
Instantly, the scene in the room changed again, and they were back in the boiler room.
Nancy was still tied up, but she was now suspended in the air by four chains.
Beneath her was a huge furnace, and the huge mouth of the furnace was spewing out flames, which just happened to graze her torn dress and set it on fire.
Nancy instantly screamed in pain. The flames on her dress seemed to be scorching her soul, and she was in excruciating pain.
Luke, however, looked at his feet, which had once again turned into a swamp of filthy blood, and the dark red liquid was quickly devouring his body.
He couldn't help but murmur, "Experiencing this once is enough."
As he spoke, he suddenly stomped on the ground.
Bang!
There was a dull explosion, and a huge hole burst open in the dark red blood. Luke's body, however, flew up and landed above Nancy.
He waved his hands, and the chains that bound Nancy's limbs broke. He then kicked her out, and she fell to the ground next to him.
Now free, Nancy rolled around desperately on the ground and frantically tried to put out the flames on her dress as she screamed.
Luke flipped over and landed next to her. He helplessly pressed her down and gave her a few slaps, and the flames on her body instantly disappeared.
Nancy stared blankly at her tattered dress, not understanding what was going on.
Luke looked at the bewildered Freddy not far away and said, "Nancy, do you need me to remind you that you actually came in wearing a T-shirt and jeans?"
Nancy was confused. "Huh? What?"
Luke said, "So, your dress, the fire on it, and even your naked state were all your own imagination. Do you understand?"
Nancy shook her head blankly. Her mind was a mess, and she couldn't think of any of this.
Luke didn't say anything else.
He knew he couldn't blame Nancy.
It wasn't that she was stupid, but the nightmare Freddy had created was affecting her consciousness, making her ignore the unreasonable parts of the dream.
Many people would dream of flying, falling off a cliff, being chased, and so on.
At that moment, very few people would analyze the reasonableness of it.
Dreaming was the time when people were the most relaxed.
Dreams were also the most easily distorted by spiritual power.
The reason Freddy was able to kill people through dreams was because his strength wasn't as strong in reality.
He could only distort the cognition of Nancy and the other youngsters through dreams and hypnotize them step by step.
Freddy could easily kill them when their cognition went awry, such as when Nancy only knew how to scream and scream in fear.
In fact, it wasn't just Freddy's strength that killed them, but also themselves.
Sometimes, when people thought they were dead, they really were dead.
Freddy's nightmare ability was to amplify this phenomenon, and even make it his own.
At that moment, Freddy stared at him in bewilderment. "What … are you?"
Luke rolled his eyes. "I'm a human."
Freddy snorted. "The ability you used just now wasn't like a human at all."
Luke was unhappy. "Hey, why are you cursing me? I'm going to kill you. "His figure blurred as he lunged at Freddy.
Freddy didn't hesitate to swipe at him with his claws.
He didn't believe that Luke's arm could compare to his claws, not to mention that this was his home ground.
Luke raised his hand and caught Freddy's arm, causing Freddy to raise his claws to the sky.
Luke kicked Freddy's crotch and smashed Freddy to the ground with both arms.
Freddy cried out before he suddenly disappeared from Luke's hand. "Wow, you really are a Bruce Lee, but it's useless. Hahahaha, this is my world. "
Luke retracted his empty hands and sneered. "You don't even have a little jiji. What's there to be proud of? Also, this world of yours is too lousy. You really should study more. "
Freddy laughed. "Haha, are you exasperated? Little Skywalker. Don't worry, Uncle Freddy will always be with you. "
Jiji!
Expressionlessly, Luke put down his right foot. "You've been playing this trick for decades. Can't you try something new? In this era, if you don't innovate, you'll fall behind, and if you fall behind, you'll be eliminated, Grandpa Freddy! "
Freddy got up from a pipe and rubbed his nose. "Because I like it. Also, the classics never change because of time. "
Luke shrugged. "So, you don't have any new tricks? Let me tell you a piece of good news. I still have two companions who will wake us up at any moment. You don't have much time. "
Freddy cackled as he stood on a high pipe, but didn't come down.
He realized that Luke was very difficult to deal with.
First of all, Luke wasn't afraid of him at all.
Secondly, Luke's performance had made Nancy more and more sane, while Quentin was still unconscious.
Freddy's dream power continued to weaken.
His nightmare dream also needed power to maintain, and couldn't be created out of nothing.
The ability to kill people in a dream also required some kind of power, and couldn't be created out of nothing.
If he could kill people at will in the dream, he would have killed everyone in Springwood a long time ago.
Finally, Luke's mental strength was very strong, and he wasn't affected by his nightmare dream at all.
The situation was at a stalemate for the time being.
Just like how the two of them had been bickering for a long time before they finally made a move, neither of them had a simple goal.
Luke had a lot of trump cards. Right now, he was just taking the opportunity to observe Freddy's nightmare dream more. It was too rare to run into such a dreamer.
Freddy, on the other hand, wanted to save time so that he could absorb Nancy and the others' fear and pain to make himself stronger.
The two guys, each with their own ulterior motives and schemes, started bickering.
Nancy and Quentin were the only ones who had been wronged.
Quentin hadn't suffered much in his coma, but Nancy was standing there with her arms wrapped around her chest, feeling very uncomfortable.
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