"What's that?"

Roger's face changed completely, his chest was full of blood, and although the thing didn't hit him directly, it knocked him out with just the powerful air pressure.

Without any hesitation, Roger turned and ran in the direction he had come.

There was an unknown danger looming behind him, but even so, Roger didn't let go of full speed, and the fog became thicker and thicker, and he could barely see the surrounding scenery.

He cautiously advanced with his sword, afraid that some unknown monster would rush out of the mist.

The short distance of a few tens of meters was spent in Roger's heart in fear.

The visibility was so low that he almost missed it even from the villa in Veronica.

Although he didn't know what would happen if he died in a dream, Roger didn't want to try it lightly.

Closing the door tightly, he quickly checked the other rooms, closed the doors and windows, and Roger came to a room on the third floor.

He lifted the curtains, leaned against the wall, and looked out cautiously.

The fog rolls and heavy footsteps get closer.

Bang bang bang!

The thick fog rolled like clouds, and something seemed to stir in it.

The fog outside the window was so thick that Roger couldn't see the scene even when he got so close, and his nervousness gradually relaxed as the footsteps faded away.

"What the hell is that?"

When he came to this world, Roger also came into contact with some transcendent creatures, but none of them gave him such a strong sense of oppression as the one just now.

He didn't even see the other party's appearance clearly, but judging from the sound and the area of the mist stirred by the other party while walking, he was definitely a big guy!

"Is it because the dream magnifies the fear in my heart?"

Roger didn't have a clue for a while.

He had never experienced anything like it, and after a while in the house, a sudden rush of hunger came from his stomach.

"This dream is also too real, will it feel pain, hunger, and fatigue?"

When I turned on the faucet, not a drop of water came out, the kitchen refrigerator was empty, and the underground wine cellar was full of bottles, but there was not a drop of liquid in it.

With no food or water, even a demon hunter can't last long.

"The first demon hunter to be starved to death in a dream?"

Now Roger is like being trapped on an isolated island, except that there was hope for him at that time, and now he can't find a way out, and there are unknown dangers hidden in the fog.

At most, three or two days, the pressure of materials can drag him down.

You can stay up for a few more days without food, but without water......

For a while, Roger was also a little anxious.

"Hoo ......"

He slowly relaxed, sat down on the mat in the living room, gathered his spirit and began to meditate.

After a period of time, his mood gradually stabilized, and his mental power became highly concentrated, and he slowly entered a state.

I don't know how long later, when Roger woke up again, the hunger in his stomach became even more intense.

If there was really no way, he could only go out and drag back the monster he had just killed.

It's disgusting, but I can't care so much about staying alive.

Outside, it was still white, and there seemed to be no change of day and night here, but gradually Roger also found a little pattern.

The fog outside the window slowly receded, and he was able to leave here and explore his surroundings without the fog.

After another period of time, according to Roger's estimation, about the time of a night, the fog outside completely dissipated.

He pushed open the door with his weapon.

But the moment the door was opened, the scene in front of him made Roger's eyes widen.

The familiar garden, the asphalt road disappeared, and the street in front of me was completely changed, and the ground was paved with bluestone, smooth and shiny.

The rows of villas have been replaced by single-family houses, the style is retro, the sky is still gray and you can't see the sun, looking around, it is a completely strange place.

"What's going on?"

Roger cautiously walked out into the street.

He looked in the direction he had just entered, and there were naturally no corpses there, only houses, with a string of jingles hanging from the wooden doors, and a crisp jingle sound in the wind.

"This dream is so weird."

"Now that the fog has dissipated, we must speed up and explore, otherwise the next time the fog comes, it will be a few more days, even if there is no battle, I will starve to death!"

Looking at the unfamiliar street, his previous familiarity with the villa area of Rose Street did not play any role here, but it could not be left to sit still, Roger looked up and found no obvious buildings.

He hesitated for a moment, then chose to go straight ahead, but just as he turned around, intending to memorize his surroundings, his face showed surprise again.

Behind him, the three-story villa had become a two-story house, and the wooden house looked a little shabby, and he could see the old furnishings inside when he opened the door.

"When was it changed?"

"Something's beside me?"

A cold sweat crept up his back, Roger drew his steel sword, his memory could not be wrong, before leaving the door, the room here was still the same as before.

Squeak!

There was a screeching sound of the wooden door, and Roger walked into the room again with the weapon in his hand.

The house has not been cut off one floor, but has been completely transformed into another place from the inside out.

The wooden planks on the floor are a little shabby, the smell of mold wafts everywhere in the room, and there is a rocking chair by the window in the living room on the first floor, and the air from the outside flows into the room, and the rocking chair shakes gently.

Run-down, quiet.

Aside from the simple furniture, it's like an ordinary old house.

They inspected each room until they reached a door on the second floor, where Roger slowly stopped.

From underneath the crack in the door, a faint light flashed.

"Someone's in there?"

Taking a deep breath, he lunged up with a lunge and raised his leg and kicked the door!

Boom!

The powerful anti-shock force came, but this seemingly thin wooden door was harder than metal, and Roger was caught off guard by his strength to make it too full, the soles of his feet were numb, and the whole person was directly bounced out!

Slamming against the wall behind him, he steadied himself.

"It's weird."

With that kick just now, Roger felt as if he hadn't kicked the door at all, and before he could touch the plank, he was bounced back by a strange force.

He stood in front of the door once more, his steel sword slashing down from top to bottom.

Swish!

There was a viscous resistance from the blade, and in the next second, the terrifying power rebounded back, the tiger's mouth cracked, and the weapon came out of his hand!

"No, there seems to be a strange energy protecting this place."

"If you can't find a way to deal with it, you won't be able to open it with brute force."

After a long delay, Roger picked up his weapon and quickly went downstairs and walked out of the door, but fortunately the street outside did not change again.

But just as he was about to leave with his sword, he suddenly noticed a strange thing!

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