After getting a positive answer from the painter, Wilson couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
Great, if he was rejected, he wouldn't know where to look for the so-called dreamland.
Sure enough, no matter what world you are in, you need to know people with connections to get things done.
"The ghouls underground don't mind this very much. You can follow me, deep in the tunnel." The painter said with a smile, "They are very enthusiastic."
He likes his ghoul friends very much. He has always been relatively withdrawn. Although he has made some human friends, many of them can't even stand the things he draws.
Human beings' poor senses simply do not allow them to witness the richer world.
After he met his ghoul friends, many of them alienated him, and only Thurber would still associate with him.
He doesn't resent them, after all, this is also a kind of self-protection in human nature. Not everyone is Carter or Thurber.
Compared to the human world, he identifies more with the world of ghouls, which is a more vast and colorful world, a dreamland constructed with endless whims and fantasies.
The bland human society is simply poison that blocks inspiration. Only by witnessing the real world with your own eyes can you draw wonderful paintings.
Moreover, ghouls do not have the intrigues of humans. They are more simple and united. They will share their favorite food and express their emotions sincerely when they are happy.
As a painter, he is very willing to pursue the destination of his soul.
Perhaps it was the blood of the witches that gave him the potential for madness. In short, he had decided to turn in the direction of a ghoul.
His friends were more than happy to welcome him.
If there are no accidents, his final destination will probably be the ghoul lair in the dreamland.
It's just that tonight's unexpected visit to the mysterious Mr. Soth added an unexpected color to his life plan.
"Really?" Wilson also showed a smile. He stepped forward and touched the painter's shoulder, "Then I'll ask you to lead the way."
Before the painter could say anything, the ghoul chirped loudly and pointed enthusiastically at the mouth of the well they drilled out.
"Jiguji also wants to take you there," the painter smiled, "It has a good impression of you."
Wilson couldn't help but joke, "It's not like he has a good feeling for food."
Do you know how much damage Zhuo Mu’s translation of [Friends, delicious] caused him?
He thought he had met a lightning man from another world.
"Hmm..." The painter scratched his head awkwardly and smiled shyly.
"..." Wilson's mouth twitched.
So, is it really true?
Damn Cilizan, it wasn't enough to give him a disgusting psychological shadow when he was a child. Even now, he continues to add a layer of stench buff to him.
Although this buff may be a delicious buff on the ghoul side.
"Actually, not really." The painter tried hard to correct his friend's name. "They have a very keen sense of smell, and for ghouls, eating is a top priority. Of course, it doesn't want to eat you, but the food on your body.
Among their tribe, the smell is equivalent to that of peacock feathers, the better it smells, the more popular it is."
"..."
Wilson's face was expressionless.
Looking at it this way, is he still lucky that he still has a lot of odor left on his body?
As they talked, they got into the manhole cover.
The ghoul's chirping movements were very smooth, and he suddenly jumped into the depths.
The painter is slightly inferior. Although he is quite familiar with this area, the human body still greatly limits his performance.
As for Wilson…
He followed behind with a broken expression, feeling dizzy from the smell of sewer coming from the well.
Oh, it's a bit more pungent than the sewer smell. After all, it also has some rotten smell and earthy smell.
He struggled for a long time, mainly because this dress was really the last decent thing he could wear!
The poor can't afford to be hurt!
Does he have trouble with clothes?
But when he thought about the threat that monster cards might pose, his heart skipped a beat, he gritted his teeth, and dug in.
There was sticky moss on the top of my head and under my hands.
fine.
Wilson thought numbly.
He has never seen any big winds or waves, and he has fought the most disgusting monster in the history of Austria, Cilizan, so digging a hole in the ground is nothing.
But he was still depressed and wanted to cry.
He felt that no one could compare with him in terms of taste.
He was neither far nor near behind the painter.
The painter would look back from time to time to make sure he hadn't lost anyone.
Fortunately, Wilson's improved physical fitness allows Wilson to keep up with the previous two.
If there is no one to guide him, he will probably get lost.
Zhuo Mu dutifully displayed the scanned image of the tunnel on the light screen. The densely packed tunnels were so numerous that it made one's scalp numb. He followed the two in front of him and also made many twists and turns through the tunnels.
I don’t know how long it took, but the progress of the painter not far away suddenly slowed down.
And shouted towards behind him: "We are almost at Dreamland. The tunnel here leads to the huge cliffs of the peaks of Suoke Mountain. Above the huge cliffs is the gathering place of ghouls, and below the huge cliffs are...
It’s the territory of macrophage worms, and it’s also where they throw their bones.”
Wilson subconsciously remembered this another unfamiliar term. Sure enough, it was not a mountain in the real world.
The ghoul chirped in front and mumbled twice in response.
Drom deciphered the word, and Wilson glanced at the screen.
【Coming soon】
After crawling for a while, Wilson suddenly had a strange feeling, as if there was some kind of invisible barrier wrapping him stickyly.
On Zhuomu's light screen, it was displayed more clearly.
In the dark and deep underground, there is a rainbow-colored area ahead, and he is currently at the junction of this area.
[The physical rules here seem to be completely different from the outside world]
Zhuomu's electronic sound rarely revealed the emotion of surprise. Although it was only a little bit, Wilson still captured it.
【Completely different?】
Wilson also raised his eyebrows in surprise.
Is this what is called a dreamland?
[The basic construction band here has a special brain wave frequency. I just intercepted the fragment for analysis. Some places are similar to the human brain wave frequency band in dreams. The rules of this area will reflect the brain wave frequency band...]
Wilson was stunned by Drum's lengthy analysis.
[Hmm...can you briefly summarize it?]
【……】
Zhuomu slowly hit six points.
But he still explained helplessly.
[To put it simply, this area is constructed by the subconscious and imagination. There is a huge gap between the laws of physics and reality. Dreams are reality. 】