Chapter 112: Sand sculptures and bells

Time passed quietly.

Kemeng observed in secret, and finally waited for the moment when Little Taozi

went to bed.

Taking Xiao Taozi's sleep as an opportunity, Kemon launched the invading dream

skill.

First review one of the methods to activate the invading dream skills, use

synesthesia to guide the direction, and then target the invasion.

In other words, this step can bypass the United Dreamland and directly invade

Little Taozi's dreamland, preventing the Orange Stars in the dreamland from

falling into panic.

But the problem still comes.

After using the skill, there is an unknown factor that prevents Kemon’s sense

of communication, and the ability to invade the dream is interrupted for the

first time.

It's no more, you can only invade the United Dream by yourself.

A thought flew over, and Kemon's will descended on the dream world.

The terrifying coercion is like overwhelming mountains, and all human beings

living on land feel the trembling in their souls.

Kemeng ignored those mortals, looked directly at the beach camp, and looked

directly at the face of Lori.

Little Lolita was dreaming, but Kemeng caught her eye.

Unspeakable horror rose in my heart, but in the next moment, the horror exited

the dream world again.

But little Lori still woke up. After waking up, she was breathing heavily, her

brain trembling and her body trembling.

can't tell what it feels like, at that moment, the world is full of

indescribable things, and I feel uncomfortable.

Kleiman Ting was also trembling, but her tremor was not as severe as Xiao

Taozi.

The little Lolita by her side kept trembling all the time, as if breathing

hard.

Deep Sea Lalaiye.

Kemeng lasted until the end, and did not spend too long in the dream world.

Gazing for just a moment, Xiao Taozi has already established a very deep

connection with Cthulhu.

You know this is the gaze of the evil god.

Even with just one glance, the connection is terrifying.

Kemeng can guarantee that as long as she dreams again, she will probably be

able to establish contact with her, and then see what dream she is doing.

If possible, the world can also be twisted into a part of the joint dream, and

the boundary between dreams and dreams can be opened up.

Kemeng had done similar things before, connecting the dreams of each player to

form an unprecedented connected dream.

It is a pity that little Lolita was in a very bad state after being looked at

by him, and her spirit was extremely tight.

If there is a rational manuscript at this time to help her stabilize her

emotions, she should be able to recover quickly.

The reality is that there is no such thing, she can only fight on her own.

Fortunately, Xiao Taozi's thinking mode is inherently different from

everyone's.

A few hours later, she returned to normal and stopped trembling.

It is a pity that Kemun’s awakening period is coming soon.

On the eve of awakening, a vague muttering sounded in my ears.

It is believers who are offering sacrifices!

After waiting so long, new believers finally offered sacrifices.

Kemeng blinked and saw a large yellow desert.

In the desert, a group of black robes wearing beak masks gathered beside the

oasis water pool and dug a small pool. The surrounding area of the pool was

covered with space-time stone powder.

candles, spices, everything is there.

Kemeng didn't understand, from which channel the monsters living in the desert

got candles, spices, black robes, and masks.

Forget it, after all, it is a game world, and it is normal for something

unreasonable.

is also when Kemon descends, the monsters sing praises to the ** of Ke, and

then offer a sacrifice to Cthulhu.

It was a sand sculpture with white feathers, eyes closed, as if pretending to

be dead, but the body kept trembling.

As it trembles, the sand is constantly shaking from the feathers.

The beak of the sand sculpture contained a bell, and with the shaking, the

bell made a clear tinkling sound.

"The great Cthulhu... our sand sculpture clan... look forward to your

awakening."

The black robe monster uttered a weird cry and raised the large robe face.

is not like a human hand, but like wings.

As they said, they are a family of sand sculptures. UU Reading

www.uukanshu.com looks like an eagle, but it is bigger than an eagle.

The needs of the sand sculpture clan are relatively pure. It is the pure hope

that Cthulhu will unblock and wake up, change the world, and let the believers

live a happy and free life in chaos.

The premise is that Cthulhu wakes up and unblocks.

Kemeng felt their will. They are true fanatics, and the rewards can be delayed

until the waking period. Before that, they did not ask for any rewards.

Since they don't want rewards, Kemeng won't reward them.

Most of the Cthulhu's skills did not end well, Kemeng didn't want to chill the

hearts of these sand sculpture followers.

The young little sand sculpture was thrown into the misty water, bubbling and

disappearing.

Kemeng retreated quietly, but the atmosphere at the sacrifice site had not

returned to normal. All the sand sculptures waited in place until the scene

was no longer cold.

On the other side, Kemeng actively senses his body and awakens his

consciousness by looking at his face.

opened his eyes and saw a shivering sand sculpture standing on the floor, his

eyes closed tightly, and he dared not open it for a moment.

The bell dangling from his mouth was shaken by shaking, making a "ding-ding"

sound.

Hearing this tinkling sound, Kemon felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart.

I don't know where the crisis comes from, but I feel a little flustered.

"Ding Ding Ding——"

The bells kept shaking, and the sense of crisis was layer after layer.

The feathers of the white sand sculpture keep dropping the sand, making the

floor pile up with small sand.

The glutinous rice ** have already rolled over, and the hair on the whole

body is tight into needles, and the sand sculpture may be violently beaten at

any time.

And the sand sculpture felt nothing and was still shaking.

Vaguely, Kemon felt the emotion of a frightened bird from it, fearing that the

evil ** would eat it.