It can't be such a coincidence, right? Donnie only felt inexplicably strange and fearful like a big hand, holding his heart tightly, causing difficulty breathing.
"You, too, have a nightmare?" He asked uneasily, even if he tried to make his voice smooth and normal, after he spoke, it was still like smoke at night, constantly drifting away.
"Yes." Carl was the first to adjust his breathing, answered Donnie's question, and then his clear and beautiful silver-purple eyes glanced around at Sammy and the others, and said quite majestically, "I dreamed that Sammy was possessed by his ghost, lost consciousness, and walked to the center of the 'Eternal Sleeping Cemetery', and Donnie and Jones followed him to find the reason......
"Me too!" Before Karl finished speaking, Donnie and Jones blurted out at the same time, their expressions and eyes were extremely horrified, several people in the dormitory actually had the same nightmare?
This is too weird, right?
Is there really a ghost wandering in the dormitory, secretly affecting everyone? Or are they cursed collectively?
Donnie swallowed his saliva with difficulty, the cold sweat on his forehead gathered, and he slid down his face drop by drop, feeling the fear and fear he had never felt before.
"Are you all the same? Followed Sammy into the tomb, saw the 'original body', and found that there was something sealed under it?" Karl's tail was a little high, as if he was equally surprised and frightened, but faintly excited.
Jones said in a blank tone: "Well, when we passed through the tomb corridor, undead creatures such as mummies, dragon lichs, and ghosts turned a blind eye to us, it turned out that it was because we were dreaming...... I said, it is impossible for everyone to have such a 'hidden' talent as me, but, but, why am I noticed, influenced, and had the same dream as you......"
In horror, he kept muttering to himself, as if he didn't believe that he would be involved in this strange thing without a sense of existence.
The more I listened, the more sure Downey was that everyone had the same nightmare, and it was a nightmare from different perspectives, or so to speak, he and others seemed to be manipulated to complete an opera.
How could such a weird thing happen!
"What about you, Sammy? What did you dream about?" Karl jumped out of bed and looked at Sammy with a bright gaze, wearing a thin shirt and a straight back.
Sammy sat on the bed, the ghost behind him seemed to have lost his vitality, swaying lazily, he never spoke, as if he was still immersed in a nightmare.
Hearing Karl's question, Sammy shivered all over, and all the remaining confusion on his face turned into fear: "I, I dreamed that I was summoned by something, walking forward uncontrollably, all the way, dark and silent, like the legendary final destination, later, later, the huge corpse composed of countless intelligent creatures appeared, which made me sober up, I felt as if I had entered a dream-like world, trying to wake up, but I couldn't wake up, until, Until I truly felt the ...... of death."
His voice was like a dream, not clear enough, but enough for Carl, Donnie and others to understand that Sammy had the same nightmare! It's just that he was standing from his own perspective, his eyes were closed, and he felt it from the perspective of being possessed by the ghost.
"Karl, this matter is too weird, I don't think we can solve it ourselves at all, let's report to the academy at dawn?"
Fat Jones and Sammy immediately nodded in agreement, although they each had their own talents, and it was inevitable that they would be a little proud in their hearts, but after all, they were still underage children, and they didn't even have the strength of formal magicians, and after suddenly encountering this kind of thing that was completely beyond their imagination, they would definitely be at a loss and look for someone to rely on, and there was no doubt that the academy with many high-level magicians, and even archmages, was the pillar of their hearts.
The reason why he asked Carl was mainly because Donnie sensed from his dream that he had a cat-like curiosity and desire to explore, and maybe he would encourage himself to investigate secretly, so he first used questions to dispel his eagerness to try, and he had a deep background, so he might be able to see something and give valuable advice.
Karl walked back and forth in the dormitory for a few steps, and suddenly said in a low voice: "What if it is a secret experiment in the academy?"
"What? The experiment of the academy?" Three surprised voices sounded one after another, shocked and disbelief overflowing.
"I'm just saying just in case, after all, this possibility cannot be ruled out, maybe which instructor in the academy is studying the relationship between the soul and dreams? This seemed to be different from ordinary, brain-structure-based dreams, if this was a secret experiment that we didn't want to be known to other arcanists, we hastily reported it to the academy, and maybe ......" Karl made a throat cut.
Donnie was startled and said in a slightly trembling voice: "It's just possible......"
His voice gradually lowered, because he found that it was indeed very likely! This is in Heidler's maze and the "Tower of Life", it is difficult for anyone who wants to secretly influence themselves and others to escape the induction, unless, unless the induction is not dealt with......
The entire dormitory suddenly became extremely quiet, and only the sound of soft breathing indicated that there were still living creatures.
"But we are just magic apprentices......" Sami frowned, clutching the velvet quilt with both hands, the back of his hands bulging out of the blue veins.
Jones sat at the foot of the bed like a ghost, as if trying his best to hide his presence: "Don't scare yourself, if it's a secret experiment in the academy, we can't escape anything, so why don't we gamble? I don't want to have nightmares like this every day, waiting for the ending to come day by day, and pinning my hopes on the people behind the scenes without malice! I don't want it!"
He has been a secret reporter for nearly two years and can think rationally, but when it comes to the back, he also shows a kind of hysteria.
"Everyone has the same nightmare...... This level of strength is not something we can investigate secretly...... Downey can barely keep his composure.
Karl smiled unexpectedly, like starlight in the dark dormitory, water lilies bloomed: "I know, I mean, don't rush to report to the academy first, I have a secret channel to contact the outside world, I will pass this matter on, ask professionals to analyze the reasons and give suggestions, after all, there are several ways to realize a nightmare for several people at the same time, we don't have the ability to judge which one it is now, and then we will make a decision, whether to wait for rescue or report to the academy."
"This only needs to wait one more day, it shouldn't be too dangerous."
Secret channel? Professionals? Donnie suddenly remembered Carl's deep background, and immediately felt like he saw the light of day in the night, and said slightly excitedly: "Really? Then please!"
With Karl's identity, it should not be difficult to deal with such a sneaky conspirator!
If he really had terrifying strength, why should he cowering and hide in the shadows? He has long stood up to overthrow the parliament and do what he wants to do!
Jones and Sammy were equally excited, looking at Karl together, until Karl nodded slightly, they quietly breathed a sigh of relief, one shrank into the corner even more, and the other eyelid began to fight and look around.
"I thought you would encourage our own investigation and exploration ......," Donnie said casually, relaxed.
Karl chuckled: "Am I like such a reckless person who doesn't know the priorities?"
Resemble! Donnie, Sammy, and Jones all secretly said in their hearts.
"I have a keen premonition that I inherited from my parents, and when I feel that things are not something I can solve on my own, I will ask for help." Karl said with a slight smugness, "When dawn breaks, I will pass on the matter and then go to Mr. Felipe's open class."
He seemed to have forgotten his previous fears and fears, and became "carefree" again.
"Yes, Mr. Felipe's open class, I have to hurry up and catch up on sleep." Sammy nodded, looking very eager for sleep, and didn't feel like he had a nightmare at all.
Although Felipe's expertise is not in the ghost direction, he is the most well-known necromancer in the last twenty or thirty years, so Sammy also admires him and wants to listen to his public classes.
As he spoke, Sami lay down again, and within a minute, the three of them heard the familiar sound of his breathing from his deep sleep again.
Karl raised his eyebrows: "I suddenly envy him, saying that he can fall asleep when he falls asleep, and he doesn't worry about insomnia at all."
"Your focus is completely wrong......" Jones said in a low voice, how dull and confused his brain must be to dare to sleep at this time, "My roommates are really monsters......"
Donnie glanced at him, you are the same, only I am a normal person!
However, according to Karl, the huge undead creature I saw was the "original body"?
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Outside the Heidler Magic Academy, tombstones were inserted diagonally, and the tombs behind them were scattered around a huge tomb in a messy but mysterious way.
Two figures descended from the gray and bleak sky of the Necromancer Realm, and a baby-faced blonde young man smiled at the man beside him and said, "Mr. Felipe, this time you plan to establish a branch of a genetic laboratory in the academy?"
He seems to have used the power of the lock to make sounds in the "Eternal Sleeping Cemetery".
Felipe still had a high nose and thin lips, handsome and thin, with a sickly face, his hands in the pockets of his long black trench coat, looked left and right, and said briefly: "There are many factors that affect research here."
He only wore two badges on his chest, one was the badge of the Arcane Review Committee member "holding a quill", and the other was a badge in the shape of a pale palm, with no arcane badge or magic badge.
Seeing that Felipe had no desire to communicate in depth, the baby-faced man smiled, didn't dare to ask any more questions, and accompanied him through the "Eternal Sleeping Cemetery" and walked to the main gate of the academy.
Suddenly, Felipe stopped in his tracks and suddenly looked at the dark tomb in the center, his eyes narrowing slightly.
His expression seemed to have not changed, but the overall expression was a little more gloomy.
"Mr. Felipe?" The baby-faced man asked suspiciously.
Felipe pulled his right hand wearing white gloves out of his pocket and pointed to the center: "The smell of death there seems to be a little stronger."
"This?" The baby-faced man didn't think there was a problem at all.
Felipe snorted coldly, did not explain, and directly ordered: "After the open class, give me the information of the last three days recorded by the maze."
(End of this chapter)