Chapter 3539: Subconsciousness and dreams

"It's not so good. Now we are fighting the stuff in the Deadpool Dream. What kind of stuff has this lunatic watched recently?"

While watching the paintings in the Dreamland Gallery at Deadpool, Death Knell and Monak were in an environment similar to the world in Silent Hill, in a rotten and dusty corridor, densely covered with various deformed plush toys.

Monak was preparing to cast a spell to determine the direction of Deadpool's soul, while vomiting a little bit speechlessly.

The death knell's combat power is more than enough to deal with some dream monsters, but these monsters filled the entire tunnel, almost tightly packed.

A pink teddy bear is tattered with all kinds of uncertainties. The filth makes part of its hair stick into a lock of "dirty braids", but this thing wears a huge triangular iron helmet on its head and drags a handful. The huge machete attacked the death knell.

The death knell cut it down with a sword, very easily, but after it fell to the ground, it turned into a little girl's look like a little girl, and it changed so suddenly, as if it was an ordinary child from beginning to end.

"It looks like someone is going to exert some psychological influence on me, but he obviously doesn't understand me enough. I am not a superhero. Killing is not a test."

Su Ming had no intention of stopping or hesitating, he just calmly guarded in front of the magician, using his strangulated tentacles and his own sword of night to wipe out the enemies that flooded like a tide.

In addition to being deformed after death, these deformed plush toys can also make baby-like sounds. They are running wildly on all fours in the decaying corridor, and the saliva in their mouths is everywhere, making them hungry.

But it doesn't matter, even if it is really a living Su Ming, he can still kill him, let alone the illusion of some monsters in dreams.

"This should be a dream derivative formed by Deadpool's subconscious mind. He wants to play with others. Each of these toys is a friend that Deadpool made up in his mind. Depending on what they look like, they may also be childhood friends. Slade Before you do it, it’s best to think about whether this will affect Wade’s sanity."

Monak reminded him a few words, his magic pointed a direction, and now he can open the way.

"But the good point is here. Was he sane at first?"

Su Ming's weapons and strangling tentacles didn't even pause, as if cutting melons and vegetables.

"Uh, that's right, it's okay." The Magic Prince shrugged, he took out a submachine gun, hid behind the death knell, and started to open his way.

"Furthermore, these plush doll monsters, who didn't have a few virtual friends when they were young. For example, when I was a child, I took a grasshopper or a robot when I was a child. I had to give it a name and treat it as my friend. "Su Ming smiled and chatted with Monak, he handed the weapon to the strangulation to let it chop it for a while, and light a cigarette by himself.

But after hearing this statement, Monak actually showed a little sympathetic gaze, and patted the death knell on the back:

"Sorry, I didn't know how miserable your life was when you were a kid."

"It's not miserable, right? It's normal to say that children who grew up in an orphanage play like that. After all, many tragedies are caused by lack of money." The death knell took a cigarette indifferently, in the corridor full of children's bones. Marching: "You also named the rabbit."

"It's not the same, that's my price." The magic prince used the death knell as a mobile bunker, probed from the shoulder of the supreme mage and fired, then retracted, leaning on the back of the death knell, and panting. Change the magazine with air.

It's like not breathing vigorously when changing bombs, and changing bombs is not fun enough.

I don't know what he learned from police dramas or war movies, nor is it clear when he fell in love with submachine guns, but he seems to enjoy it. Valley

"Don't talk about that, the things that these teddy bears and Silent Hill combined are everywhere, seem to be endless, follow me, we just rush out." Su Ming took a cigarette, clenched his fist, and then It gathered the cosmic energy and slammed a punch forward.

The colorful rays of light instantly cleared a long blood path. The hair and fleshy residues were covered with all the environment that could be attached to, but the walls and ground were intact. They didn't seem to exist as corpses, but some kind of conceptual partitions.

But thinking that those are useless, find Deadpool first, it's better than anything else.

With the cloak wrapped around Monak, Su Ming kicked his feet and burst out almost at a speed comparable to the Flash, and the two rushed out of the corridor like Silent Hill Hospital.

In the next instant, the two came to a new map very abruptly. Although it was also a maze, it looked much more normal here. The surrounding displays looked like a normal prison, and no plush monsters appeared again.

Looking behind him, there was only one bright spot, and the road he had traveled before seemed to disappear.

Monak put down his hand on the hat and looked around. He checked the positioning magic he was maintaining:

"Not close enough. We may not be in the same dream as Wade. The key is that his subconscious wants to kill us."

"Oh, what annoys me the most is the dream dimension. The dream dimension on DC is still in chaos and order because of the sandman management. It grows savagely like Marvel, and it is a mess. It seems that the dream dimension will be changed later It is included in the management of Kama Taj, but this time it is fast in and out."

The death knell sighed. He didn't find any enemies, so he carried the huge sword and continued along the road pointed by Monak, and he also paid attention to the simple painted walls. Uukanshu.com seems to have discovered something.

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"Oh, my head hurts. Suddenly it hurts like a needle stick." The painting-appreciating Deadpool squatted down, holding his head, squatting on the corner of the wall with a pitiful look: "I'm going to die, I can only get up when everyone brushes gifts. Huh, huh."

But despite what he said, he didn't get any gifts from the non-existent audience, or that he couldn't see it even if someone swiped it.

After opening his eyes secretly from the gap between his fingers, he stood up a little speechlessly and moved his gums around his chin:

"Sure enough, communication is cut off? Strange things, so lonely, and the story is not right, I am the protagonist, why don't I have a teammate? If only a few beauties come, the less clothes the better, but also Don’t be too little, then there will be no sense of mystery. Bikini is good. If it’s not enough, you can also wear white sheets in the Greek style."

After speaking, he tilted his head to listen to the movement in the dark, but the gallery was very quiet, not to mention beautiful women, and there was no more root hair.

So the little white eyes on the Deadpool mask narrowed, and a gleam of wisdom flashed in them, and a light bulb appeared above his head and suddenly lit:

"I see, the man who abducted me to this gallery must be a virgin pauper. He didn't even have money to find a lady, so he didn't prepare for me at all, but it doesn't matter, I can bring it myself."

With that said, he took out a white dress and golden wig from his pocket, and quickly dressed himself as Marilyn Monroe.

"Hmm, hi."

He cast a wink at the mirror that appeared on the wall and didn't know when, and then twisted his thick waist amorously and walked towards the deeper darkness of the corridor.