In fact, Su Ming originally planned to wander around the city. If he could meet other incarnations of foreign gods, he might be able to use them to compete with Naia and achieve his goals.
For example, the alien god that has been hanging in the sky, disguised as the moon, is actually a huge blood-red flesh ball.
But as soon as he stepped out, Naiya couldn't wait to give himself a haunted show. If he had followed the original plan, he might have to passively enjoy the whole show he had prepared.
Su Ming didn't want to watch His show, didn't want to follow His arrangements, let alone let the black man get happiness from him.
Therefore, he chose to dream again in his nightmare to find the nominal administrator of this special dimension.
As I said before, the First Dream is now more like an ancient one. It is not like the Sandman anymore, but in essence, it is still a manifestation of the first-generation Sandman Morpheus and the embodiment of a dream.
In terms of authority, the Nightmare Dimension was once a division of the DC Universe, so First Dream should have a bit of a home field advantage here.
I hope my judgment is accurate. After all, I have too little information, and I will encounter such problems when facing the Ancient One.
Without information, you want to research, but the more you learn about the Ancients, the closer you get to madness.
But if you don't study anything, then fighting against the ancients will be like catching a blind person. This is very passive at the tactical level. What Deathstroke is best at is using intelligence layout. Without this advantage, it is equivalent to entering an unfamiliar field.
"Dreaming again in a nightmare?" Zatanna pinched her delicate chin with her fingers, thought about it, and said after a moment: "Won't you enter another level of dreamland like we did just now?"
"No, because we are actively dreaming this time, and the medium we are using is the Sands of Time." Su Ming showed the dust in his hand, and at the same time closed the door with his backhand. Darkness once again enveloped everyone, blocking out the red moonlight from the outside world:
"You don't need me to explain to you the connection between the Sands of Time and the Sandman? We just have to bet on how much of the Sandman's elements are in the First Dream."
"Well, I agree." Zatanna nodded as a sorcerer. She is also the one with the most say among these people. After all, sorcerers are most familiar with the mysterious things: "Anyway, the most you can do is sleep to death.
, and I don’t feel any pain, so just treat it as euthanasia.”
"I actually don't want to die." Barry curled his lips and whispered aggrievedly: "I just got married."
"Marry?" Luther raised his eyebrows and rolled his eyes: "Are you going to retire? Then I suggest you come to the metropolis for development. My Lex Group can provide you with a position as a senior researcher in physics.
This is the annual salary.”
The bald man gave a slap in the face generously. Based on his status, this should mean five million dollars.
"No, I have no plans to retire, let alone move." Barry refused without any hesitation. He likes to be a superhero and can sacrifice everything for this: "Slade just bought me a new house yesterday.
But it’s big, it’s in Midtown.”
Maybe he was a little disappointed, but Luthor didn't show it, still smiling: "Well, let's wait until you want to retire one day. I am also a member of the Justice League now. You must not be polite to me, Bat."
What Xia can do for everyone, I can also do, haha."
"Okay, stop chatting, come on, everyone find a place to lie down." Su Ming shook his palms and motioned for everyone to prepare for a more comfortable sleeping position: "Naiya will be here in a while.
"
As soon as these words came out, everyone felt a sense of urgency and chose their favorite sleeping place.
In fact, there is not much to choose from. The store is not big to begin with, and a lot of space was previously occupied by strange creatures. These things were later killed, but the remains also looked like a slimy puddle, like a green history.
Lyme's shit.
You definitely can't sleep here, so you can only choose a slightly cleaner place that barely has enough space for everyone to lie down.
At this point, now that the plan was confirmed, Su Ming did not hesitate, grabbed a handful of Sand of Time, and sprinkled a little bit on everyone's eyelids.
You need to control the dosage of this thing. Once you use it too much, it will cause you to enter 'eternal sleep'. Simply put, it will directly send people to death.
Speaking of which, this may be a way to send everyone's souls to death. She must be on duty today, and she will just find a way to be resurrected then.
After letting everyone fall asleep, Su Ming lay down by the door of the store, and then wiped the remaining Sand of Time on his face. Soon, an extremely strong sleepiness hit his head.
As soon as it tilted, there was no sound.
The next second, a black man broke in and saw the death knell sleeping on the ground. He angrily pulled out a big trumpet from behind and started playing it hard.
Noise, Naiya's musical level is limited to appreciating noise. He creates strong mental stimulation and wants to wake up a dreamer.
But the difficulty arises. He can indeed wake up a person, but that also means that that person will also wake up from the double dream, that is, automatically escape from the nightmare dimension.
This resulted in him not being able to use his full strength at all.
"Ah! I'm so angry!"
The black man dropped the loudspeaker in his hand and walked around anxiously, looking down at the sleeping bell. He raised his hand, and the palm immediately turned into a black lobster-style claw.
But after thinking for a moment, he put his paw down again.
Yes, killing is not difficult, but there is no fun in killing a sleeping person. The other person is not afraid at all and even dares to sleep in a nightmare. This cannot provide Naiya with even a little bit of fun.
Did he take action out of anger? Or did he let Deathstroke live and play again if he had a chance in the future?
This is not a problem.
It's rare to find an interesting human being, and killing them would be too boring.
Looking at Deathstroke's sleeping face, he exhaled a breath of black breath, stretched out his hand to touch the human's chest, felt the slow beating of the heart, and said as if talking to himself:
"You are lucky this time. Dreams are not my territory. See you next time. My patience will never be exhausted, hehehehehe."
After saying that, Naiya stopped staying. He turned and left. After walking out of the small door of the store, he nodded to the red meat ball in the sky. Then he turned into a puddle of black mud, seeped into the ground, and disappeared.
Without a trace.
And what about the red moon in the sky? It began to twist and change its shape, from its original spherical shape to a triangle, and turned around to reveal its true face.
The triangular eye between the three red lips moved a few times, and it instantly traveled through space and landed on the ground. At the same time, it became the size of a rice dumpling and passed directly through the door panel.
He also looked at the sleeping people and was silent for a moment. Then his eyes retracted into his body, and asphalt-like mucus spurted out from the black hole surrounded by the three-petal mouth, instantly flooding everything in the store.
In just the blink of an eye, everyone disappeared, and the city in this nightmare returned to its previous scenery.