"Is this the true form of the cursed nightmare?"
Tang Yiling subconsciously touched her right arm, which was still a little cold, and spoke with doubts from the bottom of her heart.
At first, Tang Yiling was a little happy when he saw that the cursed nightmare was swollen all over and black water was constantly leaking out. After all, all my previous inferences about the cursed nightmare, whether it was its manifested form or its hiding place, were all correct without exception.
But when he looked at the hands of the curse again, he couldn't help but feel a burst of doubt. "But why are his hands... made of wooden joints that only a pair of puppets can have!"
Tang Yiling, who was shocked, immediately raised his head and looked at Ju Ni's disgustingly swollen head again. But the head, and the red eyes filled with extreme resentment, were still stuck straight on the body in a tight-fitting suit.
(Wait! A suit that fits your body perfectly?)
A ray of light quickly flashed through Tang Yiling's brain; an answer that made people ponder over and fear quickly spread in his heart!
"Creak! Crack!"
Following the continuous swing of Curse Nightmare's arms, the hidden sword that had penetrated deeply was squeezed out of the body bit by bit; and the strange sound that Tang Yiling heard just now finally had the answer.
(Yes! This sound... is indeed the sound that is heard when a sharp weapon pierces a wooden object...)
Tang Yiling, who wanted to understand everything, no longer waited for the cold air in his right arm to be completely drained; the only remaining hidden sword popped out at this moment, and the sharp blade was quietly hidden behind him, which was a corner that the eyes of the curse could not reach. Tang Yiling, who was still hesitant at first, became firmer at this moment.
"Creak! Crack!"
Curse Nightmare's vicious eyes were still fixed on Tang Yiling, and the frequency of shaking the hidden sword with both hands was gradually increasing. Tang Yiling was also staring at the cursed nightmare in the mirror at this time, but what he looked at was not its swollen face, but the pair of puppet arms that clung to the hidden sword.
"Ding!"
The last tip of the hidden sword embedded in the heart of the Curse Nightmare let out a loud roar after being forcibly pulled out. While pulling out the Hidden Blade, a happy emotion seemed to appear on the swollen face of the Nightmare. At the same time, along with the smile, there were increasingly malicious eyes and a ferocious face.
At this time, the nightmare seemed to have already thought about how to punish and tear apart the human being in front of him! At this time, the hidden sword in his hand that caused it so much pain didn't seem to bother it that much anymore.
"puff!……"
But in the next moment, the hidden sword that had retreated from itself was re-embedded into its body with a new force. The intense burning sensation returned again, and the extreme pain made Cursed Nightmare lose consciousness for a moment.
As the cursed nightmare's consciousness was dispersed, another equally sharp cold light struck directly from left to right, from bottom to top.
Although Curse Nightmare's consciousness collapsed, she still looked down subconsciously. The originally uncontrolled hidden sword was once again controlled by the right hand wrapped in yellow paper; Tang Yiling's raised left arm blocked most of the Curse Nightmare's field of vision, and the hidden sword seemed to be contaminated with some black cold air.
"Crack!"
The bloated brain that was split in half relied on inertia and the lubrication of the black water, and fell straight out of the mirror world, shaking constantly at Tang Yiling's feet.
As the head was cut off, a brown cylinder was directly exposed to Tang Yiling's field of vision. The wooden mechanical hand that was still clinging to the Hidden Blade was like a machine that had its battery and power source unplugged, hanging limply on both sides of the body.
Looking at the puppet that had lost its threat, Tang Yiling still did not relax at all; his left arm grasped the brown cylindrical neck of the puppet, and at the same time with his right arm, he directly pulled the headless puppet that had lost the ability to move out of the mirror.
While pulling the headless puppet out of the mirror, Tang Yiling once again operated with one hand, opened the sealed box, took out two-thirds of the talismans, and wrapped them all around the headless puppet. Then, while affixing several talismans to the head with black water flowing nearby, he drew circles around the heads of the headless puppet and the nightmare, and sprinkled a considerable amount of plant ash.
After all this was done, Tang Yiling stood up and breathed a long sigh of relief. At this time, he was leaning against the bathroom door, his legs slowly bent, and finally sat directly on the ground.
"Phew, it's finally over... ugh! It really hurts!!"
Tang Yiling covered her closed eyes at this time and rubbed them gently to reduce the severe pain caused by opening the eyes for a long time.
Everything has a price, and when you gain power, your power will also receive corresponding rewards; and power that exists as a kind of curse not only needs to pay corresponding rewards, but you must also always beware of the violent backlash from the curse.
Based on this argument, it seems that the pupil technique obtained by Tang Yiling can also be classified as a curse. After all, the opportunity to awaken the Eye Technique came from the weird cemetery maze.
"Isn't this the basic ability of the Byakugan, plus the powerful side effects of the Mangekyo Sharingan!..." Tang Yiling complained while slowly opening his still stinging eyes; tears with a hint of red slipped unconsciously. His cheeks and bloodshot eyes stared helplessly at the blood-red world in front of him.
Fortunately, after a long period of blood boiling baptism, Tang Yiling's tolerance was improved in a short period of time, and this side effect can still be tolerated for the time being.
The head of the cursed nightmare, which was divided into two halves, was still lying peacefully next to the sink; the sink had long been filled with black pus that had flowed from the previous fight.
Enduring the discomfort in his eyes and the blushing world, Tang Yiling poured half of the bottle of mineral water into the plastic basin he brought.
Tang Yiling first carefully washed his hands and face, and poured out all the sewage in the basin. Then he poured the remaining half bottle of mineral water into the plastic basin, using the coolness of the water to soothe his stinging eyes. ease.
After a long time, when Tang Yiling opened his eyes again, the world in front of him finally returned to normal colors, and the tingling sensation was relieved to a great extent.
"Huh, it's okay at last. I won't be able to hold on for one more second. Although this pain is not as unforgettable as the toothache, it is still unforgettable." Tang Yi Ling shook his head with lingering fear, and then moved his arms that were already covered with pain. The highly rusted Hidden Blade was disassembled and removed.
"Although it is a weapon with the attribute of [Special Attack Against Cursed Nightmare], its durability is much lower than that of a golden pickaxe. Basically, as long as it is used against the Cursed Nightmare once, it will be immediately scrapped."
He took out a piece of red cloth from the suitcase and used it to wrap the disassembled and highly rusted blade of the Hidden Blade. "Well, it's just that the sword body has been corroded, but the protective ability of the hidden sword as a wrist guard is still there." While sighing, Tang Yiling once again put the hidden sword on his body after disassembling it.
Although the windbreaker on his body was also stained with a lot of sewage, at least it was not directly scrapped like the blade of the hidden sword. After sorting it out a little, Tang Yiling took stock of the only survival supplies he had left.
"The food can last for a few meals, and there are still a few bottles of mineral water in milliliters; there are less than ten yellow paper talismans left, and there are only five small bottles of plant ash..."
After the inventory was completed, Tang Yiling relocated the remaining talismans and five small bottles of plant ash into the crossbody bag he had just found among the many clothes.
Between the windbreaker and underwear, Tang Yiling put on a dark black hooded coat; food and water, as well as the sword wrapped in red cloth, were all placed in the backpack; the rest of the dirty clothes and luggage that could not be taken away Tang Yiling decided to abandon the box temporarily. If it can be found later, he will make another decision!
He held the crossbody bag tightly to his chest and put on his backpack at the same time. He picked up his phone and looked at the time, then looked at the window.
"It's almost eight o'clock at this time, and it's still pitch black outside the window. Well, it seems I have to find a solution first." After thinking for a while, Tang Yiling returned to the bathroom.
In the bathroom, there is a headless puppet surrounded by a circle of plant ashes, covered with yellow paper talismans, and the head of the cursed nightmare, which is still in the state of two halves of a watermelon. Although the Cursed Nightmare had been split in half at this time, its eyes were still filled with malice, staring straight at the headless puppet in front of it.
