Chapter 112: Sand sculptures and bells

　　 Time passed quietly.
　　 Kemeng observed in secret, and finally waited for the moment when Little Taozi went to bed.
　　 Taking Xiao Taozi's sleep as an opportunity, Kemon launched the invading dream skill.
　　 First review one of the methods to activate the invading dream skills, use synesthesia to guide the direction, and then target the invasion.
　　In other words, this step can bypass the United Dreamland and directly invade Little Taozi's dreamland, preventing the Orange Stars in the dreamland from falling into panic.
　　 But the problem still comes.
　　 After using the skill, there is an unknown factor that prevents Kemon’s sense of communication, and the ability to invade the dream is interrupted for the first time.
　　 It's no more, you can only invade the United Dream by yourself.
　　A thought flew over, and Kemon's will descended on the dream world.
　　 The terrifying coercion is like overwhelming mountains, and all human beings living on land feel the trembling in their souls.
　　 Kemeng ignored those mortals, looked directly at the beach camp, and looked directly at the face of Lori.
　　 Little Lolita was dreaming, but Kemeng caught her eye.
　　 Unspeakable horror rose in my heart, but in the next moment, the horror exited the dream world again.
　　 But little Lori still woke up. After waking up, she was breathing heavily, her brain trembling and her body trembling.
　　 can't tell what it feels like, at that moment, the world is full of indescribable things, and I feel uncomfortable.
　　 Kleiman Ting was also trembling, but her tremor was not as severe as Xiao Taozi.
　　 The little Lolita by her side kept trembling all the time, as if breathing hard.
　　 Deep Sea Lalaiye.
　　 Kemeng lasted until the end, and did not spend too long in the dream world.
　　 Gazing for just a moment, Xiao Taozi has already established a very deep connection with Cthulhu.
　　 You know this is the gaze of the evil god.
　　 Even with just one glance, the connection is terrifying.
　　 Kemeng can guarantee that as long as she dreams again, she will probably be able to establish contact with her, and then see what dream she is doing.
　　 If possible, the world can also be twisted into a part of the joint dream, and the boundary between dreams and dreams can be opened up.
　　 Kemeng had done similar things before, connecting the dreams of each player to form an unprecedented connected dream.
　　 It is a pity that little Lolita was in a very bad state after being looked at by him, and her spirit was extremely tight.
　　 If there is a rational manuscript at this time to help her stabilize her emotions, she should be able to recover quickly.
　　 The reality is that there is no such thing, she can only fight on her own.
　　 Fortunately, Xiao Taozi's thinking mode is inherently different from everyone's.
　　 A few hours later, she returned to normal and stopped trembling.
　　 It is a pity that Kemun’s awakening period is coming soon.
　　 On the eve of awakening, a vague muttering sounded in my ears.
　　It is believers who are offering sacrifices!
　　 After waiting so long, new believers finally offered sacrifices.
　　 Kemeng blinked and saw a large yellow desert.
　　 In the desert, a group of black robes wearing beak masks gathered beside the oasis water pool and dug a small pool. The surrounding area of ​​the pool was covered with space-time stone powder.
　　 candles, spices, everything is there.
　　 Kemeng didn't understand, from which channel the monsters living in the desert got candles, spices, black robes, and masks.
　　 Forget it, after all, it is a game world, and it is normal for something unreasonable.
　　 is also when Kemon descends, the monsters sing praises to the of Ke, and then offer a sacrifice to Cthulhu.
　　 It was a sand sculpture with white feathers, eyes closed, as if pretending to be dead, but the body kept trembling.
　　 As it trembles, the sand is constantly shaking from the feathers.
　　 The beak of the sand sculpture contained a bell, and with the shaking, the bell made a clear tinkling sound.
　　 "The great Cthulhu... our sand sculpture clan... look forward to your awakening."
　　 The black robe monster uttered a weird cry and raised the large robe face.
　　 is not like a human hand, but like wings.
　　 As they said, they are a family of sand sculptures. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com looks like an eagle, but it is bigger than an eagle.
　　The needs of the sand sculpture clan are relatively pure. It is the pure hope that Cthulhu will unblock and wake up, change the world, and let the believers live a happy and free life in chaos.
　　 The premise is that Cthulhu wakes up and unblocks.
　　 Kemeng felt their will. They are true fanatics, and the rewards can be delayed until the waking period. Before that, they did not ask for any rewards.
　　 Since they don't want rewards, Kemeng won't reward them.
　　 Most of the Cthulhu's skills did not end well, Kemeng didn't want to chill the hearts of these sand sculpture followers.
　　 The young little sand sculpture was thrown into the misty water, bubbling and disappearing.
　　 Kemeng retreated quietly, but the atmosphere at the sacrifice site had not returned to normal. All the sand sculptures waited in place until the scene was no longer cold.
　　 On the other side, Kemeng actively senses his body and awakens his consciousness by looking at his face.
　　 opened his eyes and saw a shivering sand sculpture standing on the floor, his eyes closed tightly, and he dared not open it for a moment.
　　 The bell dangling from his mouth was shaken by shaking, making a "ding-ding" sound.
　　 Hearing this tinkling sound, Kemon felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart.
　　 I don't know where the crisis comes from, but I feel a little flustered.
　　 "Ding Ding Ding"
　　 The bells kept shaking, and the sense of crisis was layer after layer.
　　The feathers of the white sand sculpture keep dropping the sand, making the floor pile up with small sand.
　　 The glutinous rice have already rolled over, and the hair on the whole body is tight into needles, and the sand sculpture may be violently beaten at any time.
　　 And the sand sculpture felt nothing and was still shaking.
　　 Vaguely, Kemon felt the emotion of a frightened bird from it, fearing that the evil would eat it.