Three days later, in the evening, the entire Helford Manor was quiet. In the past, this was the most leisurely and lively time of the day. There were always farmers who had finished their work wandering around.

They gathered in taverns in villages and towns near the manor, bought the worst ale, and bragged and chatted with friends.

Children will play at this time of day, and no one will care about it.

But today is different.

Whether it is the worst child, the boldest hunter, or the ordinary farmer, they lock themselves and their families in the house when the night falls more than an hour.

Parents will hold their children tightly, and the children will also hold their parents' arms tightly.

Everyone's eyes were filled with fear. They would look at everyone who was still wandering outside by the window, and whisper to curse them as the pioneer of the devil.

There are also some old people with old faiths who will sincerely pray to God who does not exist at this time, asking for the power that does not exist to protect them and their families.

Even though the night has not arrived.

But the stage of disaster has been set up, the curtain of fear has been put down, the silent curse is like a ghost spinning back and forth in the sky, and the uneasiness hidden in it is also laughing wildly.

The panic atmosphere was like a rainstorm.

As the night arrives minute by minute, it is crazily eroding everyone's minds. Before the terrifying thing hidden in the abyss of namelessness appears, many people can't resist the fear in their hearts and collapse on the ground.

Those depressing sobs, rude howls, and weird singing sounded from behind every closed door of the manor, and they gathered with fear, like an invisible turbid current.

Against the dimmering sky, it hovered around the manor like a low pressure.

Repressed.

Depressed.

It makes people feel breathless.

Except for the neurotic roars of some of the hunting dogs in the manor, the whole world seemed to be quiet.

"Aowu"

The harsh voices of the crows echoed in the light of alternating dusk and night. These birds with unknown meanings also seemed to be attracted by some force and flew over from all directions with their wings flapping.

They stopped on the eaves, on the branches, beside the wellheads, and even on the top of the stationary mill windmill, there were a few black guys standing.

They looked up and down with their dark eyes, as if they were full of malice.

Legend has it that crows can smell the aura of death.

Perhaps, their unusual gathering today is to be called upon by future death.

The more crows gathered.

The sharp sound became more and more noisy.

It was like a group of uninvited villains, whispering how to rob the local owners, and no one would rush out of the house to drive them away at this time.

So these guys with harsh voices flew around proudly, as if they were the owners of this rebuilt manor.

"Bang"

Suddenly, a low gunshot sounded, and the fat crow, who was the largest, the most harsh and the least alert, was hit by the flying bullets, and the blood mist was covered in the sky.

The bloody feathers flew around, and the death they were looking forward to was coming!

There is no warning to come.

The crows were so shocked that they flew up. In just a moment, the entire manor calmed down again and fell into that stagnant silence.

"Furo"

Jiang Xia spitted a mouthful of smoke rings, put down the old-fashioned hunting rifle in his hand, picked up the red wine at his hand, and continued to look at the changes in the manor in front of him.

The crows were so noisy.

They quarrel that Lao Jiang enjoyed the "scenery", so Lao Jiang responded to them with a bullet.

He will now stand by the window of his room.

This is the most luxurious house in the manor.

The baron kept it and decorated its interior with the most luxurious decorations that can be made locally.

The wool-tanned carpet, the real crystal-ground chandeliers, the bed with a strong aristocratic style, is exquisitely built, which is a fireplace that burns flames.

There are also paintings hanging on the walls, collected by the Helford family over the past few hundred years.

This house has never been open since it was cultivated. It was prepared for the most honorable guests of the Helford family. Lao Jiang is not a person who likes to enjoy it.

But he had to admit that this house, which was specially reserved for him, was very comfortable to live in, and from the small balcony that protruded outside, you could just see the whole view of the entire manor.

Standing here and looking down at the surroundings is like patrolling your own territory.

"Swish"

A cold and faint wind blew up as the last ray of light at dusk dissipated, and the Mill Windmill in the distance began to squeak again.

At this moment, all the dog barking came to an abrupt end.

The last sound in the manor also dissipated.

Night falls.

Lao Jiang looked up at the sky that had not yet fallen completely dark, and when the clouds and mist dissipated, the dark red moon had arrived as promised.

In the past, it was surrounded by dark red fog.

But tonight.

However, it was the entire moon plate, dyed scarlet, as if it was thrown into blood to bathe.

“‘It’s coming.”

During the chip communication, Old Saen's low voice rang in the public frequency band, and the old hunter said in a warning tone:

"A mutation is about to happen, all are ready.

The moment the first ray of scarlet moonlight shines on the earth, the world will be pulled into a nightmare. No matter what changes happen, don’t panic!

Those changes are based on everyone's experience and the darkness in their hearts. Those strange dreams are you.

Don't try to fight them.

As long as you stay awake, they won't hurt you.

Don't go out!

Stay in the house, don’t rashly walk into other people’s dreams.”

The old hunter's voice became ethereal, as if chip communication was disturbed by some unknown force, and his voice became intermittent.

"Protect yourself! Don't blindly follow...power, in...Red Moon Dream... you... are defeated...you...it's over..."

"Buzz"

There was only a noisy busy voice left in the communication.

Jiang Xia shook his head and turned off all communication frequency bands of the chip. He put the red wine in his hand beside his mouth, waiting for the sweet and sour liquid to flow into his mouth.

A scarlet moonlight shone from the sky.

Everything in front of Boss Jiang's eyes became blurred at this moment, as if he was in a world made of fog, and now, the world began to collapse.

Reality and illusion were forcibly merged together. As Lao Jiang saw with his own eyes, the entire manor under the night was quickly "dissolved" as if it were evaporated.

Low houses, empty streets, a castle with just built foundations, and a squeaking mill windmill in the distance. These real objects are like ink paintings stained with water.

Constantly twisted and erased.

After a few breaths, Boss Jiang's eyes were only left with a thick fog, and the faint red moonlight was sprinkled in it, just as the fog would shine.

To be honest.

This scene is actually quite beautiful.

"I haven't slept yet...so, Dream of Red Moon is actually just an adjective?"

Jiang Xia put down the wine glass, reached out and pinched his cheeks, and could still feel a clear pain. The soul in the sea of ​​consciousness was not stimulated, which means that he was still awake.

But the scenes seen by the naked eye are definitely not normal.

He frowned, took out a string of gorgeous jade bracelets from the ring, stood on his right wrist, and then placed the round pearl at the bottom of the bracelet in front of his eyes, and flicked it with his fingers.

This is the mirage bead he bought from Hongyanhui at a high price.

A magic weapon that can create small illusions has no realm restrictions and is very convenient to use. The only disadvantage is that it is... expensive.

He observed the clouds flowing inside the mirage beads, and then looked at the scarlet clouds that completely wrapped themselves in front of him. The two were somewhat different in terms of details, but the flow of spiritual energy was very similar.

"So, is this a big fantasy?"

Jiang Xia raised her head and wanted to find the red moon from the sky, but when she looked up, there was no sky above her head, only a cloud of clouds shrouded everything.

At this moment, he seemed to be in the clouds. No matter how far he looked, there was only a cloud of clouds and mist, which separated him from the whole world and the entire reality.

"A illusion that is so large that it can cover the entire Red Moon world seems to have to use the moon as a carrier, but it ignores the time zone division of the entire planet.

According to Old Saren, every dream of the Red Moon will explode at the same time around the world.
To be continued...