Jiang Chen let out a sigh of relief and quietly drifted towards the east chamber.
"Wind Chaser" He Wen's room is in the south. He has fallen asleep at the moment and does not know that his death is coming.
Jiang Chen made some calculations in his mind and decided on He Wen's way of death.
Jiang Chen had just reached the fifth-level "out-of-body" state today, and he had no time to practice his attack methods in a hurry.
But He Wen's own spiritual will is not very strong. Although the name "Wind Chaser" sounds deceptive, as an archer, he neither has the bloody courage of a swordsman, nor can he communicate like a Qi practitioner. Heaven and earth, among the core members of the Two Wolf Hunting Group, his soul is the weakest.
Jiang Chen believed that he could send him on his way with the fourth-level "psychic" realm's Dream Enlightenment Technique!
Jiang Chen quietly found out a ray of spiritual thought and entered the chaotic world in He Wen's mind...
It's still this room, but it's not as quiet as in reality.
A woman's gasping sound came from the room, which seemed to be Lin Xi's voice.
"...He Wen, you despicable and shameless bastard..." Lin Xi seemed to be crying.
"Hey, don't be afraid, my eldest lady, I promise to make you happy..." This was He Wen's voice.
"Don't come here! Someone is coming, someone is coming quickly!"
"You can just scream, no one will come to save you even if your throat is broken! My eldest lady, do you know that after I first saw you, I couldn't sleep every night, and I always wanted to find an opportunity to eat you …”
The more Lin Xi struggled for help, the more He Wen became more interested.
Jiang Chen sighed, encountering such a disgusting scene as soon as he came, which made him even more murderous.
How would the real Lin Xi feel if she knew that she was so humiliated in He Wen's dream?
"Duh duh duh!"
Jiang Chen knocked on the door.
"Who? Who's outside?" He Wen was unhappy at being interrupted.
Jiang Chen didn't answer, and the knocking on the door became more urgent.
He Wen picked up an arrow from the bedside, cursed and climbed up to open the door.
The scene he saw in front of him instantly made his legs weak and his heart skipped a beat——
A bloody figure stood at the door, his neck twisted at a strange angle, his long hair covering his face, his face covered in blood, dripping onto the ground.
"Tick tock, tick tock..."
He Wenwen was not a brave person. Seeing such a horrifying scene at midnight, he shivered all over. After a sudden jolt, he kicked his legs and woke up.
He let out a loud cry, suddenly turned over and sat up, realizing that it was just a nightmare. He let out a long breath and found that his back was soaked with cold sweat.
He rubbed his forehead and looked at both sides of the bed for a few times. There seemed to be nothing unusual in the darkness, and then he felt completely relieved.
However, at this moment, there was another knock on the door.
He Wen's heart suddenly rose to his throat, and he asked in a trembling voice: "Who is it?"
"It's me, Duan Fei, open the door quickly!" The voice outside the door was very familiar. It was an old buddy from the hunting group.
He Wen breathed a sigh of relief, then went over to open the door and welcome the man in.
"Old Duan, why are you looking for me so late?"
Duan Fei said: "I can't worry about you, so I came back to take a look."
He Wen suddenly remembered something and looked at him suspiciously: "I heard that you were killed on the street today?"
"Is this happening?" Duan Fei said in surprise.
"Yes! They also said that your neck was broken and you died miserably..."
Duan Fei smiled meaningfully: "Is that so?"
There was a "click" sound, and his neck twisted into a strange angle, and dark brown blood spurted out, spraying He Wen all over his face.
Duan Fei's eyes were protruding and his face was ferocious, exactly like the figure in the nightmare just now. He let out a sharp laugh: "Is this what they said?"
He Wen's legs went weak, a hot and humid liquid dripped down between his legs, his eyes turned white, and he fainted.
When he woke up, he found that he was still lying on the bed, but he was soaked, mixed with sweat and urine, and smelled stinky.
However, before he had time to take care of himself, there was another knock on the door.
"Duh duh duh..."
The rapid sound echoed in the silent midnight, and it sounded to He Wen like a desperate melody.
He was trembling all over, sweating profusely, and sat on the bed, motionless and silent.
After a while, the knocking on the door suddenly stopped, and a hollow and evil voice came from outside the door: "It's me! Good brother, don't you remember me? Why don't you open the door for me?"
He Wen curled up into a ball, shivering, and made meaningless whimpers.
"Open the door! If you don't open the door, I will come in by myself..."
Following these words, there was a creak, the door opened a crack, and thick darkness poured into the house.
A bloody palm rested on the door.
He Wen screamed strangely, and his body suddenly bounced up like a shrimp, and then fell on his back on the bed, paralyzed like a puddle of mud, and never moved again.
He was scared to death!
In reality, Jiang Chen stood in the darkness, looking at He Wen with a horrified and distorted face on the bed, and nodded imperceptibly.
He died of bile rupture without any trace of trauma. This is the way "psychics" use dreams to kill people.
Although Jiang Chen used it for the first time and consumed a lot of divine energy, the effect was pretty good.
At this point, except for Jing Feng, all the core members of the Double Wolf Hunting Group were wiped out.
No matter how cunning and cunning Jing Feng is, he has no one around him to help him, and he has no way to carry out all the vicious strategies in his head.
He may be able to find other helpers, but they will definitely not be as easy to use as his old partners who have worked with him for many years.
Jiang Chen's round of non-stop assassinations earned himself a short respite.
In a few days, when Jiang Chen becomes familiar with the fifth-level "out-of-body" method, he will be more confident to confront Jing Feng head-on.
Jiang Chen steeled himself, suppressed his fatigue, and floated out of the room. Just as he was about to return along the same path, he was suddenly startled by a sudden heart palpitation.
He raised his eyes and saw a crescent moon in the sky. Its shape was slightly distorted, as if it had a demonic nature, causing the blood in his body to restless.
Is it because I have been out of body for too long and my soul is unstable?
Or have you unknowingly stepped into Jingfeng's trap?
It’s not a good place to stay for a long time!
Jiang Chen speeded up and floated out of the hunting group's house.
That feeling of something wrong always lingers in my mind and cannot go away.
The empty streets were especially quiet, and the night wind blew through my soul, sending chills all over my body.
A person wanders in the deserted streets, there is no sound of footsteps, no sound of wind, not a single pedestrian, not even a barking dog.
The huge city was pitch black, all the lights were extinguished, and the crescent moon above the head was dim.
As they passed the two streets, Jiang Chen's uneasiness became more intense.
Xiliao City seemed to have become a dead city, even the patrolling soldiers had disappeared, leaving only Jiang Chen, walking around under the prying eyes of ghosts.
The gloomy feeling that pressed on Jiang Chen's heart became heavier and heavier. In the cold wind, Jiang Chen smelled a burnt smell, mixed with a faint stench, like the smell of a rotting corpse.
He caught a glimpse of something black floating over from the corner of his eye. He turned around and saw that it was pieces of paper money, burning in mid-air and turning into wisps of black ashes - this was the source of the burnt smell he smelled.
Turning his head again, a chill ran down Jiang Chen's spine. Only then did he see clearly that the scene behind him was no longer the same as when he walked past it.
——At some point, he found himself on a desolate path. Countless soul-calling flags were floating in the air, and faint phosphorus fire filled the grass tombs. The whole world gave off an unreal feeling.
Is this a nightmare?
Walking at night for a long time will eventually bump into a ghost! This young hero pretended to be a ghost to scare people, but he was also haunted by ghosts and fell into a nightmare?
Jiang Chen forced himself to calm down and shouted coldly: "Monsters and monsters! Get away quickly!"
The voice spread along the whimpering wind, distorted and distorted, and it didn't even look like he had shouted it himself.
Jiang Chen raised his head and looked at the sky, only to see that the night was as dark as thick ink, clouds covered the sky, and the crescent moon had disappeared.
When his eyes fell back to Nozukama again, he saw a scalp-numbing sight——
In the faintly beating phosphorus fire, a dozen vague figures suddenly appeared. Their postures were stiff and numb, their arms stretched forward, and they walked towards him without saying a word.
Jiang Chen's heart was beating wildly. He vaguely saw familiar faces among these people: Duan Fei, He Wen, Shi Dinghai, Lady Ecstasy, Old Man Song... they were all souls who died in his hands.
Their orifices were bleeding, their eyes were empty, and they were wearing bloody clothes, and they were approaching Jiang Chen step by step.
Is this a dead soul coming to claim his life?
Their faces are extremely ferocious and twisted, retaining the appearance of the last moment before death. Ordinary people will have nightmares if they look at them more than once.
Jiang Chen took a big step back, took a deep breath, and found that his skills were still light and agile, so he calmed down a little.
How can I, this young hero, a fifth-level "out-of-body" god-refining monk be afraid of mere dead souls? If he hadn't been exhausted from today's continuous battles, he wouldn't have been haunted by these ghosts of the new dead.
A hero never suffers an immediate loss. I'm not in a good condition at the moment. I won't argue with you ghosts for now. Let me go back to recuperate my energy and become proficient in "out of body" techniques. Then I can have fun with you!
The wind is tight, pull!
In this wilderness, there is mist in the distance, where should we run?
A soft female voice suddenly sounded nearby: "Why are there so many resentful spirits?"
Jiang Chen turned his face and saw a beautiful and elegant figure walking out of the mist in the dark night, looking at him with an unexpected look in his eyes.
That woman's face was as charming as a rose blooming quietly in the dark night. Who else could she be if she wasn't Lin Xi?
"Young Master Jiang, it turns out to be you."
Jiang Chen smiled unnaturally and said, "Yes, what a coincidence. It's so late, is Miss Lin also here for a walk?"
"I feel that the yin energy here is very strong, so I am traveling out of my body." Lin Xi's eyes fell on the approaching ghosts, and her eyebrows were slightly frowned, "These ghosts have so much resentment! It's really strange, their resentment They actually responded to each other and jointly created this ghost realm... Could it be that they all died in your hands?"
Jiang Chen took a breath of cold air. Listening to Lin Xi's tone, this group of life-threatening ghosts gathered together, seemingly doubling their combat power...
Facing Lin Xi's confused gaze, Jiang Chen laughed dryly and said, "I probably didn't kill so many people. They may have admitted their mistake."
Lin Xi glanced at the ghosts and pointed at one of them: "I was meditating in the room just now, and I sensed someone using necromancy to weave nightmares, which caused Young Hero He Wen to be scared to death. Is it your masterpiece?"
The ghost she was pointing to was He Wen. When it heard what Lin Xi said, it became even more agitated and angry. It took a few steps forward with its teeth and claws bared. Jiang Chen glared at it and then it shrank back in fright.
"Ms. Lin Mingjian, I just walked by here and found this kid doing bad things in his dream, so I used some means to punish him. Who knew he was as timid as a mouse and was frightened to death. By the way, Miss Lin didn't know he was there yet. Did something happen to you in the dream?"
"I have no interest in prying into other people's privacy." Lin Xi shook her head indifferently, but the corners of her lips curled up slightly.
Without Jiang Chen's detailed explanation, Lin Xi could guess that what He Wen did to her in the dream was definitely not a good thing.
Jiang Chen pointed at another female ghost with disheveled hair: "And that ecstasy lady, look at the way she is still posing after becoming a ghost, what kind of good person can she be?"
"Jiang Shaoxia, you don't have to explain this to me. I promised you before that I would not interfere with your grudges. You must have your own reasons for killing them, and these have nothing to do with me."
"Thank you for your understanding."
Lin Xi changed her tone and said softly: "I'm in the north of the city today. Thank you for your mercy. I'm here anyway, so I'll take you out of this ghost land by the way!"
Jiang Chen saw the faces of those dead ghosts getting closer and closer, his throat was filled with fear, and he hurriedly said: "Can you please lead the way, Miss Lin?"
"Hold my sleeve." Lin Xi retracted her right hand into her sleeve, leaving a piece of cloth for Jiang Chen to hold, and turned around to walk into the wilderness mist.
The future is uncertain and unclear.
It was eerily quiet in the mist, and even the sound of footsteps seemed to have disappeared.
The two of them walked forward one foot deep and one foot shallow, going back and forth without knowing their direction.
After walking for a while, Jiang Chen couldn't help but ask, "Are we lost?"
He knew that although Lin Xi had magic weapons to protect her, her cultivation level was only average, even worse than his own.
"Shh..." Lin Xi whispered, "Don't say anything, get rid of them quickly."
The dead silence in the dark night gave people an illusion. If it weren't for the clothes in his hands, Jiang Chen wouldn't be sure if there was another person beside him.
At this moment, he was mentally exhausted and his spiritual consciousness was weak. He had lost his direction a long time ago and didn't know how far he had walked. He saw the same darkness in front, back, left and right, like a wall, imprisoning him in a small space.
In his current state, without Lin Xi to lead the way, even if he ran wildly all night, he might not be able to escape the pursuit of those ghosts.
After a long time, Jiang Chen felt as if he was still spinning in circles, but he heard Lin Xi let out a sigh of relief and said, "It's out."
As if in response to these words, the moonlight peeked out from behind the clouds, casting a layer of clear light on her face like water, spreading out softly, illuminating the surrounding land into a bright and clean place.
In an instant, the fog that filled the wilderness dissipated, and the outlines of the city walls and eaves in the distance were clearly visible.
And those ghost figures chasing behind have long since disappeared.
"Miss Lin, thank you very much." Jiang Chen cupped his hands and thanked her.
Lin Xi smiled sweetly: "You're welcome, it's just a little effort..."
Before she finished her sentence, there seemed to be a hot wind blowing slowly behind her. Her heart skipped a beat. Before she could react, she heard a chuckle: "Hee!"
The laughter was so low that it was difficult to distinguish between male and female. It was both playful and inexplicably malicious. It sounded in this ghostland, adding a bit of ethereal and weird flavor.
