Non-human Gene Complex

Lan Mu broke into this world, floating high in the sky, with the sun beside him.

He was close to the sun but he didn't feel any scorching heat, it was simply a phantom, and he passed through it directly.

The distance is even more outrageous, even the edge of the world can be seen clearly.

The whole world seems to be only within the square inch of the black guy. Everything around him is very clear, and the farther away he is, the more blurred the world is.

Apart from the ruins of this battlefield, have other places not been produced yet... This is a dream!

Lan Mu instantly realized that this is the dream world of black people. Whether it is a gun battle or a ruin, every plant and tree here is an illusory dream.

Including the beauties from all over the world who are so real with every frown and smile around the black people, they are all just the fantasy existence of the black people in their dreams.

For him, the world is real, and his focus quickly fills in, as if the whole world is lying to him.

Lan Mu looked at the black man with a funny face, behind him was chaos, and in front of him were countless soldiers.

As long as he turns his head and looks behind him, a series of buildings and things will be instantly generated in the place he didn't pay attention to. At the same time, the countless soldiers before were instantly shattered like sand, shattered into haze like a dream.

Feeling the unique perception of being in someone else's dream, Lan Mu realized that his transformation must be related to the dream, and tried to change this world with a thought.

ah!

An invisible thread connected Lan Mu and Hei Hei, and the world changed instantly, becoming dark and gloomy.

The beauties he embraced on the left and right also turned into hideous female ghosts in an instant, and one of them hugged him and kissed him, and all kinds of viscera were forcibly poured into the black man's throat through his mouth.

The black man screamed in horror, desperately pushed the female ghosts away, and fled into the distance.

In front of him was a vast city, empty streets filled with horrible scenes, and even blood rained from the sky.

The black man looked up, and saw someone on the roof twisted into a long strip by an invisible force, and then stretched to the limit.

no no!

Seeing the human flesh and blood sausage flying towards him, the black man was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground, screaming heart-piercingly.

The whole world is in turmoil, large areas of buildings are broken into ashes, the earth is rapidly disappearing, and the sky has become pure white.

The dream world is disappearing rapidly, and the dreamer is about to wake up.

Lan Mu felt strange. Although he changed the dream just now, most of the scenes were imagined by the blacks themselves, and he could only change it in a small area.

Is it because the other party is the dream master?

After all, this is someone else's dream. When people have nightmares, they will be awakened. Therefore, after experiencing a series of horror scenes, the black man's dream becomes unstable and he wakes up soon.

Ah! The black man sat up from the bed in fright, sweating profusely, and his eyes were wide open.

Fortunately, it's a dream... As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a horrifying scene, a dark phantom floating in front of him, his lower body was hazy like a cloud of smoke, and his whole body was like Aladdin's lamp god image of.

Oh my god! Devil! Have I not woken up yet? The black man looked at Lan Mu in fear at this moment and shouted in alarm.

Lan Mu stared at him blankly and said softly: Yes, you are not awake yet.

He spoke Chinese, which the blacks could not understand at all.

Immediately afterwards, Lan Mu bloomed a black line into the black man's mind, and immediately pulled him into a dream again.

With a plop, he collapsed on the bed with a face full of horror, daydreaming.

This time, the dreamer was Lan Mu. As long as he didn't want to, the black man would never wake up.

In a dark world, the black man is just a small role in Lan Mu's dream, without Lan Mu's permission, his consciousness cannot interfere with anything in the dream world.

It's too dark... I seem to instinctively want to create nightmares...

The next moment, he had a thought, and the whole world burst into light, creating a pure white world in an instant, the sky and the earth were absolutely pure white.

There was only one black man running hurriedly on the white ground alone.

Oh my God! Where is this? Am I dreaming? But why do I know I'm dreaming? The black man was terrified, he hoped that he was just dreaming, but no matter how hard he pinched himself, he couldn't wake up, obviously he already knew that he was dreaming. I'm dreaming.

Lan Mu ignored him, and his magical dream-making ability began to transform this monotonous dream.

Unlike humans, he can perfectly control his dreams. In the dream world, he is the master, with a clear and domineering consciousness.

Sky, air currents, earth, rocks...

Mountains rose from the ground, plains and lakes appeared in an instant, and the sun appeared from the sky in the blink of an eye.

The pure white world is like drawing paper that is swayed wantonly, and Lan Mu easily creates the world.

In just a few seconds, the world was full of prosperity, and the blacks were so frightened that they didn't dare to move around, fearing that a lake would suddenly appear under their feet and drown him.

It seems that there is no need to be so troublesome...

In an instant, Lan Mu had a thought, and the whole world changed drastically, the scarlet earth, the dark sky, and the volcano spewing gunpowder smoke and lava.

In one thought, the world turned into hell.

So that's just a rough idea. The whole dream world changes completely according to my will. As long as my thinking is fast enough, the world will change faster.

Hell, heaven, magic capital, cosmic space, stars and sea...

The world is constantly changing, just like a three-dimensional slide show, all of which flicker and change according to Lan Mu's will.

The black man struggled in the sea for a while, fell into the magma to take a bath for a while, and appeared in the hustle and bustle of the city in the next second...

He ended up floating in the dark universe, panicked in a weightless space drift.

Fortunately, he doesn't seem to need to breathe in space, and some physical phenomena don't seem to exist.

Can it be more real? For example, the laws of physics...

Lan Mu adjusted the dream, and the space environment immediately became what he imagined, a vacuum with thin matter, and the various rays and pressure that followed became real.

The black man turned into a corpse in an instant, the pressure on the skull exploded in an instant, the internal organs were disfigured, and the surface was frozen into a zombie.

Huh? Is he dead? Will he die in his dream?

Lan Mu hurriedly flew to the black man. In the dream, his flying speed was so fast that it was distorted, that is, as long as he wanted, he could appear at any time and anywhere.

Consciousness has not disappeared, it just lost the five senses and drifted in the dream.

The consciousness of black people exists in dreams, but because they die in dreams, they become unconscious wandering information bodies.

It's not the soul, it's just consciousness.

If this state is maintained forever, in reality, his body will become a vegetable.

If you lose your soul, you can still think and live like Shambhala people, but if you lose your consciousness, you will lose your 'I'! Even if there is a soul, it is just blank, and medically it is brain death.

It seems that consciousness is higher than soul, and there is a difference between these two things? It's really troublesome.

Lan Mu didn't delve into it, but instead captured the consciousness of the black man, and found that his thoughts were full of panic and confusion.

After empathizing for a while, Lan Mu couldn't help feeling frightened.

No hearing, no sight, no touch, no smell, no taste...

All the five senses disappeared, leaving only the consciousness thinking in the void... thinking... thinking...

There is nothing he can do except imagine, time has lost its meaning for him, and every second is super torture.

If nothingness continues forever, millions, tens of millions of years... Hiss!

Just imagining it, Lan Mu shuddered.

Even Lan Mu couldn't accept this maddening feeling, if he wanted to become like this, it would be better to die directly.

Leaving only consciousness, wanting to die but not dying, is simply the most terrifying torture in history.

Feel sorry……

Resurrection must be easily realized in a dream, right?

In the next second, the black man regained his five senses, he felt his physical body, his heartbeat and breathing returned, and wept with joy at that moment.

Oh my god! Which god is kidding me? Don't let me experience such a horrible feeling again... woo woo woo...

If it's a dream... please wake up quickly! Mom...

The black man was crying in fear, and the brief existence of consciousness in nothingness almost made him collapse.