Although it was a casual question, it was obviously difficult to answer.
Even the powerful lobbyist was stuck for two and a half seconds.
"Why do you think I'm interested in dealing with a lunatic like you?"
But being true to his senior style, he finally snorted and asked aggressively.
"Then why did you come out again?"
…
If the rank is multi-dimensional, then the matter of ridicule and authority will undoubtedly be the gap between humans and gods when faced with the lobbyist brother.
The silence this time lasted for several two and a half seconds.
Even when his expression was distorted, a pair of oil-painted wings on the lobbyist brother's back spread out, a gesture that seemed to have evolved into body language.
But after all, he is a mature and prudent man in middle age. Faced with the new members of the Nightmare Corridor in front of him, he finally did not make any move to fight with his roommates.
"So you're not going out?"
Of course, this does not mean that he will continue to be led by the nose, and the topic will be forcibly changed in the next moment.
The content of the selection is also in place, which is something that cannot be ignored no matter what the situation before payment.
"So do you have any suggestions?"
As an expert who has always sought truth from facts, Fu Qian did not engage in such boring behavior as deliberately making excuses, and immediately asked his subordinates without shame.
snort……
The prestige of the seniors was finally reflected, but the lobbyist did not show any pride after all. It seemed that the experience and lessons of previous dealings were engraved in his heart - the guy in front of him was a truly cunning and shameless person, and almost any nonsense words and jokes had their own meaning.
Purpose.
Even including the current topic, it is difficult to say that there is no guiding element, but——
He sneered, the gloating on the lobbyist's face so undisguised.
"Actually, there is no need for you to go to such trouble. I admit that I underestimated you last time. You are very smart, cunning and cold-blooded. You are completely different from those idiots in the past."
"However, it is precisely because of this that I am now happy to share any experience you may need to make the whole process of accepting your destiny more exciting."
"And I'll be here, not missing a step of it."
"In fact, you seem to be starting to accept it."
As he spoke, he gestured to Fu Qian's left arm.
…
Fu Qian is still wearing the windbreaker that Miss Wen helped match.
Fu Qian's understanding of this is that it reflects certain essential attributes of Nightmare Corridor, such as the automatic aggregation of dream fragments.
Although the dream just ended quickly, given that I had gained a certain degree of control, some of the subtle elements in it could be brought in.
There is no doubt that this is a good thing, otherwise if you lose the ability to change flesh and blood, you may run the risk of running naked.
In contrast, lobbyists are obviously much more sensitive to certain things, and the true condition of the left hand cannot be hidden from it.
"Indeed, I think this look is pretty good."
The next moment, the "left arm" moved forward and raised at a strange angle.
In front of Fu Qian, he stretched out his hand and pulled up his sleeves.
It has jet black armor and golden stripes as thin as hair, and underneath it is really the thickness of an arm and looks like a ferocious worm.
Even through the gaps in the armor, you can see the flesh and blood flowing through the twists of the fat body.
…
The colors look familiar.
However, facing this ferocious scene, Fu Qian had other concerns.
If I remember correctly, a similar appearance has appeared on me once, when I first entered the Nightmare Corridor.
The variation brought about by the parasitic parasites in the body at that time was this style.
The "pollution" of the cloister really has a style of not letting go of any weak spots.
Fu Qian didn't think there was another worm crawling inside his body now.
But it is obvious that one of the higher wills in the Nightmare Corridor is indeed manifested in a way similar to that of a bug, and is even quite active.
For example, that tome has almost a thousand pages.
And His erosion immediately anchored the original loss of my left arm.
It even seems that in order to minimize resistance, the styles are made of varieties that have infected me once.
There are even five spikes on the head of the insect, which seem to fit the concept of fingers and reduce rejection.
It is conceivable that as the pollution deepens, all parts of the body will gradually change towards this style of painting.
In fact, it can already be felt that the junction between the worm's tail and the shoulder is slowly but firmly moving upward.
This time in the nightmare corridor, apart from the changes in the essence of existence, the superficial form of existence has obviously not been let go.
Of course, this is not without its benefits. Although it is not so obedient, this insect arm seems to be the most powerful part of the body in physical attack at this moment.
"I hope you can maintain this optimism."
The lobbyist was obviously no longer irritated by this gesture. He actually followed his words with a sneer and directly shared his experience.
"The way to leave is very simple. Contaminate those who enter the dream and combine your mark with their existence, just like what I did at that time."
"Imprint contamination?"
Although he has many nightmare experiences, and even some of the content shared by the lobbyists has been summarized by himself before, Fu Qian is not arrogant.
"That's right, the mark of your own existence, things with your strong imprint, name, form, and even ability and authority, use them to twist it, just like pressing a fingerprint on a ball of clay."
"As for the specific operation, I believe you should have seen many methods for reference."
That's true...
As the lobbyist spoke, Fu Qian withdrew his eyes from his left arm, and the experiences of the past few months quickly passed through his mind, including the monsters and monsters who showed their magical powers.
This aspect really opened my eyes more than once.
"But remember, don't wake them up during this process."
The lobbyist's sharing wasn't even over yet, and it was obvious that he had a deep understanding of the nature of his previous actions.
"This is not an easy thing, because the intensity of their dreams is completely different from yours at that time."
"As long as a slightly stronger stimulus and cognitive conflict can cause alertness and dream fragmentation, all efforts will be in vain. I believe you have just tested this."
"What I'm telling you, however, is that you need a pretty strong stimulus to leave a mark on the clay."
The lobbyist's tone seemed to suggest that he was just watching the fun and not taking it too seriously.
"I understand, it's like carving an eggshell, but it's still carved with a hammer."
Before paying, he didn't mind and nodded solemnly.
"There's a problem here. If it doesn't succeed for a long time, no one will dream about me anymore?"
"That's not easy. The eggs are gone and the chance to escape is lost."