On the top of the DM building, a high semi-ringed office hangs in the air, and the huge floor-to-ceiling windows are clear and transparent, as if you can touch the sky with your hand.

The dream maker sat comfortably in a high-end leather chair, holding a glass bottle the size of a palm in his hand, with some translucent substance flowing slowly inside the bottle.

He slowly unscrewed the bottle.

Immediately afterwards, his jaw lengthened, his lips were pulled open to a nearly terrifying level. His scarlet tongue poked out from his mouth, and the sticky mucus dripped from the tongue surface covered with potholes. The long tongue poked into the narrow bottle mouth and rolled the translucent fluid into his mouth.

The dream creator narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing an extremely intoxicating posture.

The human soul brewed in despair... is really the most delicious food in the world.

Thinking of his gradually abundant inventory, the smile on the dream maker's face slowly deepened.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a fierce knocking sound from the window behind him.

The dream maker was stunned.

Wait, he is...the top level.

The dream creator frowned and turned his head to look behind him.

The slender young man stood outside the window, and the cold wind from high altitude swept across his clothes, blew up his hem, and the scorching sunlight was behind him, which coated his body with a light gold edge. The young man bent down, with a casual smile on his lips, as if he had just knocked on the door of his neighbor's house: "Good morning..."

The next second, a huge phantom of the sickle appeared in the air, and the sharp blade reflected the cold and clear arc of the sun, like a clear spring without mass.

The sickle in the young man's hand was wrapped with a force of ten thousand pounds, tearing the air and cutting through the sunlight. The sharp blade suddenly collided with an invisible existence in the air. The sudden vibration made a deafening scream. The outer barrier was cut and torn like a thin paper. The tip of the sickle passed through the thin air and hit the outer layer of the glass.

"Kala"-

The harsh sound of glass breaking sounded, and spider-web-like cracks were densely spread across it, suddenly spreading.

The dream creator widened his eyes, and the sharp tip of the sickle reflected deep in his pupils. At that moment, a creepy sense of panic suddenly rose from the soles of his feet, and the memories that had been forgotten for a long time suddenly emerged in his mind without warning - a cold edge like flowing water, the coolness that cut across his neck, and the panic that the power in his body was swallowed mixed into a surging flood, pounced violently without warning, submerging him instantly.

He instinctively fell backwards.

The moment the dreammaker did not dodge, the thick characteristic glass shattered overwhelmed, and the strong wind carried the glass debris and rushed into the wide office. The blade of the sickle was the first to break through countless broken glass layers and cut it heavily from mid-air.

"Take it—"

The high-end leather chair that the dreamer was sitting on was suddenly cracked from top to bottom, and fell on the ground with a clang. Even the heavy carpet under the chair was instantly split, and the marble floor below it also cracked fine mesh patterns.

The table behind the chair was also chopped down, and the computer made a sizzling sound and countless electric sparks burst out.

Yejia slowly withdrew his sickle, took a step under his feet, and stepped on the ground covered with broken glass.

The strong wind roared behind him, and the broken glass was rolled into the air. The crystal debris fell silently, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

He smiled and said, "Sorry, I didn't make an appointment this time."

The dream creator had recovered from the horror just now. He stood a few steps away from Yejia, with a gloomy face. His huge scarlet tongue had not been taken back to his mouth. He was hanging out at this moment, slowly dripping down with a fishy and sticky liquid: "ace!"

His voice was a little ambiguous, and there was a faint sense of viciousness in his voice.

The dreammaker sorted out his messed suit, staring at the young man standing in front of him with dark eyes.

"What? Have you figured it out?" The dream creator narrowed his eyes slightly, and the expression on his face became calm and gentle again, but the malice was hidden deep under the seemingly polite surface: "It seems you have decided to ignore the poor people and let your hands be dirty by the blood of the innocent people? Congratulations, it seems that you have finally found a way to survive in this world."

As he said that, he raised his hand and clapped slowly, as if he was indeed happy for Yejia from the bottom of his heart.

"If you say that," Yejia walked towards him and said slowly: "I would think you really want to fight me again."

He curled the corners of his lips and showed a faint smile: "I have rarely seen it. There is a ghost who is so willing to lose to the hands of the same insignificant human being."

The dream creator's expression became gloomy, and the wound on his neck seemed to start to hurt again.

Yejia's expression has not changed.

The dreammaker used the method of binding his life to thousands of other humans to prevent Ye Jia from attacking him. This was originally a disguised show of weakness. In addition, he talked about the preferential treatment he received by Ji Xuan because he was a direct line, so the wound created by his weapon could heal so well. This shows that he has not recovered from the injuries caused by Ye Jia before, so he escaped from the head-on conflict with him.

When we met last time, Ye Jia had tested the other party - and the dream maker's reaction happened to confirm his guess.

That's why he set up a barrier that evil ghosts could not cross in the place where he was, so he was so afraid of Ji Xuan's appearance.

The dream creator stared at Ye Jia tightly, as if he wanted to tear him up with his eyes.

After a long time, he laughed gloomyly: "I know what you want to do."

The dreammaker patted the glass fragments on his clothes and said, "Do you think I won't make more preparations after suffering losses?"

As his words fell, Wei Yuechu, blast and Chen Qingye's faces appeared on the screen. The background behind each of them was in the building, and they were all besieged by a group of evil ghosts. The chainsaw cuts and cracked Mars and the rising flames illuminated the narrow space. The roars and screams of evil ghosts were intertwined with the buzzing of insects, which sounded particularly terrifying in the empty office.

The dreammaker's expression was filled with a hint of arrogance and contempt, and said, "You are here to attract my attention. In fact, your teammates are going to steal the contract... Do you think you have never played this trick before?"

He had a relaxed smile on his face: "Save it, what's the use? Do you think I'll put the contract into this building?"

Ye Jia narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the other party calmly without saying a word.

Dreammaker: "But... since you've come this time, don't think you'll leave as easily as last time."

He laughed harshly, and a scarlet crack was cracked in the corner of his mouth, and several long scarlet tongues rushed out of his mouth, dancing in the air, the sticky liquid dripping, falling on the ground, making a sizzling corrosive sound, looking extremely terrifying, and a low voice surged from his throat: "Now, your companions have not grabbed the contracts of those humans, do you still dare to attack me?"

The dream maker's face was twisted like wax figures, and the arrogant and vicious laughter seemed particularly sharp and terrifying as the tongues moved: "Don't worry, you will become the most delicious food on my dining table. Not only your soul, but also my body that envelops your soul is slowly enjoyed by me... Hahaha!"

The scarlet rough tongue tip rushed towards Ye Jia like a sharp blade.

Ye Jia dodged and avoided the opponent's attack.

His body was flexible and he was moving around during the opponent's attacks, like a shadow that could not be captured, but he did not fight back for a long time.

Dreammakers began to become impatient.

His body slowly lengthened and expanded, and the cold and dark ghost energy spread out layer by layer. The dark gray mist condensed into air in the air, wriggling like life. The touched ground and wall made a harsh scream under its corrosion, turning into a charred viscous liquid, slowly flowing down the wall and penetrated into the ground, like countless long snakes raging in the air, pressing towards the young man step by step.

At this moment, Ye Jia suddenly spoke: "You are right..."

The dream creator paused slightly, and seemed to have no understanding of the other person's meaning.

The young man in front of him said slowly: "I am indeed a distraction."

For some reason, the dream maker suddenly felt a strange sense of vagueness in his heart.

"But..." Ye Jia deliberately paused for a moment, then smiled, turned his head and pointed to the three people fighting with other evil spirits on the screen not far away, and said slowly: "They are too..."

this……?

What does this mean?!

The dream creator's pupils suddenly tightened.

At this moment, Ye Jia's cell phone in his pocket jingled. He slowly took out his cell phone from his pocket, lowered his eyes and glanced on the screen, and the smile on his lips deepened slightly: "The more old-fashioned the method, the more effective it is, isn't it?"

The next second, the dream maker's face changed.

He seemed to have noticed something.

The power in the body is rapidly disappearing, and the contracts he used as amulets are rapidly expiring one after another!

Ye Jia smiled and said, "Now, I have no scruples, right?"

The next second, the sickle in his hand flashed with a dazzling halo, and drew a huge arc in the air and fell down sharply.

As the sound of the sharp blade breaking through the air sounded, several scarlet tongues were cut off, and the sticky and rough ugly pieces of flesh were swept out, and the smelly black and red blood gushed out from it, soaking the ground and sputtering on the corroded pothole-up wall, like a horrible and twisted abstract painting.

"Ahhhh!"

The harsh screams echoed in the unrecognizable top layer, blown away by the whistling wind from the sky, and merged into the boundless sky.

"You...what did you do?" The dream creator's expression was distorted, his voice was sharp and harsh, and he shouted at the top of his lungs. Yejia walked towards him step by step. Scarlet blood slowly flowed down from the tip of his knife, and was absorbed by the blade before it landed. It was as bright as the moonlight that had been washed, and it was shining with the sharp light that seemed to be able to cut people.

The remaining tongue of the dream creator drooped on the ground.

As Yejia approached, he instinctively moved backwards, as if he was afraid of something.

The dreammaker could clearly feel that compared to the last time the two met, the other party's strength had increased again. I don't know how many evil spirits he ate - but he was still seriously injured and had lost his bargaining chips in this situation. He has now completely lost his previous advantage.

The situation is probably...not objective.

Ye Jia lowered his eyes and looked at the evil spirit in front of him with condescending attention, and said lightly: "The contract you are signing with ordinary people is still a contract. Since it is a contract, you must abide by the rules. The prayer pays the price and you satisfy your wishes - whether it is a labor contract or an investment contract, your only relationship is money."

The dream maker seemed to realize something, and his facial expression suddenly froze.

This, is this why Ace smashed the computer in his room first as soon as it appeared?

Because what he moved was not his contract, but his company!

Ye Jia said with a smile: "Don't you like to play with capital?"

"Since that's the case, I'll teach you another knowledge point that all humans know-" He squatted down and said amiably: "Capital is a beast that eats people, and people who want to play with capital will often be eaten in reverse."

By the time the other three people arrived at the top floor, everything was settled.

The huge office with floor-to-ceiling windows was swept into the strong airflow outside the window, and the spacious room was destroyed beyond recognition. The walls and the ground were covered with dirty and sticky black blood, as if a massacre had occurred, and it looked particularly terrible.

The ground was scattered with tongues that were cut into pieces and still bouncing, and ugly pieces of meat lay in the dark ruins, still twitching.

The slender young man leaned on one of the tables cut into two pieces by sharp weapons, supported his long legs on the ground, holding a huge sickle in one hand, and holding the dreamer's hair in the other hand, pulling his head off his neck without any length, connecting it with his lower body with just a layer of skin. The ghost's limbs had been chopped off and were twitching in a mess at this moment.

There was only one tongue left in his mouth, and he could barely speak, and the rest was cut off.

Black blood flowed out of his broken mouth, dripping onto the ground, and the carpet on the ground was corroded and made a sizzling sound.

ace shook the ghost's head and asked slowly: "Don't you say it yet?"

"..." Wei Yuechu, Chen Qingye and Blast fell silent. They stood at the door, either moving in or retreating.
To be continued...