Simmons dodged skillfully, and then pricked his wrist with sharp nails. Blood spurted out and turned into a chain, binding his wife.
The wife began to struggle violently. The thin wings of an insect on her back broke through the newly restored pajamas on her body, and the carapace of her arms looked like a mantis trying hard to separate the red chain on her body.
But this is useless. Simmons can guarantee that he will not miss. After all, in nightmares, he has trapped his wife with chains hundreds of times.
At the beginning, he would occasionally be broken free, but as the number of nightmare reincarnations increased, Simmons would learn more knowledge every time, control and reduce his own alienation, and his strength had already left his out-of-control wife far away.
"Don't worry, honey."
Simmons' single eye is full of gentleness and love, and he is like a wild beast with his black-haired palms stroking his wife's pale hair.
Feeling his wife gently caressing him in the palm of his hand, Simmons knew that she was acting coquettishly.
His wife still loves him, which does not conflict with her wanting to eat him.
Simmons whispered: "My dear, have a good rest. I will bring you the food for this nightmare later."
As he spoke, he walked out of bed and stepped on the carpet with his dry feet. He went to his closet, put on loose clothes and put on a hood that covered his face.
Simmons is lucky that the mutation in his lower body is not serious, otherwise he might not even be able to put on pants.
Finally, he picked up the metal cane leaning against the door and walked out of the bedroom.
As soon as he went out, Simmons raised his cane and used its sharp bottom to pierce the head of the butler who was waiting in front of the door.
Today's butler's head is as ferocious as his wife's, and belongs to the same mutation. But his lower body has a more serious mutation, like a mosquito's lower body filled with blood, bulging into a ball.
Simmons glanced at the housekeeper calmly. His wife's mutation was caused by the fact that she was attacked by this housekeeper when she wanted to go out in a nightmare.
But a long time passed, and even the flame of hatred could not be ignited in his heart.
"Every time I wake up, I have to clean up the out-of-control lunatic in the house. It's still a bit annoying."
Simons's leather boots stepped over the still twitching body of the housekeeper, and expertly walked into every room on every floor of his house, once again killing the chef, son, daughter, servant, gardener... to prevent them from killing him after he left.
,attacked his wife.
It wasn't until his wife was the only living thing left in the entire mansion that he walked outside the courtyard with blood all over his body and locked the door with a blood chain.
The reason why he didn't kill his wife was because every time he died and a new nightmare came, he would wake up at the same time as others.
If you are killed right after you wake up, and you are killed again next time you wake up, physically you may die hundreds or thousands of times in a short period of time.
That kind of stimulation was too painful, and Simmons didn't want his wife to bear it. He would rather let her live a little longer every day to ease the fear of her last death.
Moreover, he has long understood that the only way to end the nightmare is to hope for God's forgiveness... Otherwise, no matter how many nightmares he experiences, he will never be able to escape from such a terrifying reincarnation.
Simmons was walking at a fork in the road and almost had to go to the library as a habit.
This has been a habit thousands of times in the past... But now, he has already memorized all the books in the entire city.
Therefore, the direction he is walking towards now is the square in the center of the city.
I have to draw the seal that can communicate with the gods again... that is a hard job.
Fortunately, in every nightmare, as long as disaster does not occur, even if hundreds of hours have passed, time will still remain in the dark, and he does not need to worry about wasting time.
However, Simmons suddenly felt that the road he took today was a little too smooth?
In the past, if I just went to the square, I would have to kill about seven werewolves, more than twenty lunatics, six dogs, and four huge blood-sucking monsters. These are almost fixed.
Occasionally, you will meet hunters. If they are normal hunters, they will say hello to each other. If they are abnormal hunters, they will have to fight, and sometimes they may be killed.
But today... I didn't encounter any monsters along the way.
The streets are quiet, with only the hazy mist and towering moonlight among the exquisite buildings.
Suddenly, Simmons' one bleeding eye looked at the moon in confusion.
Is the moon... smaller?
After all, according to normal time, Simmons may have been staring at the same moon for more than ten years, and he can still detect such drastic changes.
In confusion, Simmons finally came to the central square.
I saw countless corpses and debris piled together, the buildings around the square were also in dilapidated condition, and even the ground was no longer flat.
Obviously... there was a big battle here before, and I was at home dealing with those crazy people who were out of control, so I didn't notice the movement here.
After all, in the nightmares of the past, the time when I first woke up was the most chaotic. I could hear roars and screams all the time, which was nothing strange.
Only this time, the situation is different?
Simmons's heart was not very ups and downs, it was just another terrible disaster that wanted to take his life.
He walked slowly into the square, and then he noticed that there was no blood on the ground.
Most of the corpses were frozen into ice cubes and broken into countless particles. The scene where corpses were scattered all over the place didn't look so disgusting.
"Is there anyone sober here?"
A voice rang out from an alley radiating out from the square.
Simmons raised his head and saw a bald man with a cold expression and a sharp ax walking out from the source of the sound.
"Strange, weren't there so many people here calling me before? Where are you people? Where have you gone..."
"?"
Simmons had to admit that at this moment, his heart twitched violently.
What does the other party mean?
We are here to summon him... Could it be that the seal I wrote was wrong?
No, in my description, it clearly states: "The existence above the world, the master of all living beings, the ruler of all living things, the Judgment Day that plunges the entire world into the abyss, represents the eternal existence of power. The galaxy is not as good as you, just in case
Your greatness, the universe is just your dream, please grant us a real death to show your mercy." Such a paragraph.
Even if the target cannot be found, it should not fall on this man...
Although the other party looks extremely normal, there is not a trace of mutation in his body, and he looks like an ordinary person.
Such an ordinary thing, placed in this city, is extremely eye-catching and conspicuous, and it can be called the biggest weirdness.
And Simmons can indeed feel the unspeakable strength from this strong man, and the pressure as if facing a mountain.
But how can such pressure be compared with a monster that completely changes its life form at just one glance?
People who have experienced such nightmares may feel desperate or crazy, but when faced with conventional and understandable forces, they will no longer be afraid.
Simmons couldn't suppress the curiosity in his heart, walked up and asked: "Who are you?"
The strong man did not turn his head, but immediately turned his whole body around, looking a little dull.
The other party was silent for a moment before speaking again: "I... am the individual who has changed your world. This is not what I want, and I am very sorry."
But when the sound appeared, neither the expression nor the mouth of the strong man changed at all. The sound seemed more like it came from the air and spread on its own.
Simmons has seen similar situations in countless nightmares. The most likely possibility is that this seemingly ordinary strong man is actually just a puppet controlled by the person behind the scenes.
Not an abstract puppet, but a puppet like a string puppet, a puppet that needs to be manipulated in a real sense to move.
Generally speaking, for such a guy, his puppets are very powerful, but he himself is very weak.
But Simmons did not say anything rude. There was no interest in ridicule in his numb heart. He just said straightforwardly: "Really? Then please cancel the changes to our world."
He didn't believe what the other party said, he just didn't bother to question it.
Just say yes, as long as you can do what you said, Simmons doesn't care if it's true or false.
Just like a person who is about to starve to death, facing a missionary holding bread, he will not question the existence of God at all. As long as he can give himself a bite to eat, he can believe that he is God.
The voice was silent for another moment. During this process, Simmons noticed that the bald man in front of him holding a blue ax was staring straight ahead. He seemed to be breathing, but in fact no air was taken into his body. p>
He is indeed a puppet.
He felt more and more disappointed in his heart, and the trace of expectation was almost gone.
At this time, the voice sounded again: "I hope so too... But before I just wanted to communicate with you, I destroyed half of your starry sky. I don't know what to do."
Simmons was stunned and looked up again.
Sure enough... there was only a lone moon left in the starry sky, and all the stars behind it disappeared!
Simmons doesn't know the speed of light, nor does he know how vast the universe is. According to common sense, if a star is destroyed, he will not notice its disappearance until the light is transmitted to the earth.
But Zhang Zicheng's previous greetings caused a vibration that spread to the entire universe. Even the photons transmitted in the vacuum became extremely chaotic. It was equivalent to refreshing the transmission of light in the entire universe and forcibly creating a black domain in the universe.
Not only the half of the Milky Way he destroyed, but also the remaining Milky Way Earth can no longer be seen. We have to wait for the light to cross the long distance and come again.
But precisely because he didn’t understand all this, Simmons did not question it.
He took a deep breath, the hand holding the pointed iron rod trembled slightly, and asked: "You said that when you tried to communicate before, did you mean... the 'NNNN——' I once heard?"
Zhang Zicheng was a little confused. He spoke to his trumpet again and asked the system to reduce the dimension of the voice bar: "What I said at the time was 'hello'. Well, you probably died before hearing the subsequent syllables..."
I'm sorry, but your universe is too fragile."
Hello? ‘You’?
The beginning seems to be pronounced with the syllable N...
While he was thinking about it, goosebumps suddenly appeared all over Simmons' body, and he suddenly noticed a horrifying thing!
What the other party said was obviously in a language I had never heard before, but I could understand it!
All the syllables put together are obviously unfamiliar words, but I actually fully understand their meaning!