“Thump thump!”
The knocking sounded again, identical in rhythm to before, with not a fraction of a second’s deviation.
It was hard to imagine someone controlling the tempo with such precision.
Could it be my aunt? Zhang Yuanqing’s head throbbed painfully, his mind foggy. He was just about to get out of bed to answer the door when, in the instant he lifted the covers, his body stiffened abruptly.
A sudden thought struck him:
There were no footsteps outside the door.
Yes, no footsteps. Before the knocking began, he hadn’t heard any movement, and for a Level 2 Night Wandering Deity, even the faint soundproofing of a door wouldn’t completely block his hearing at such a close distance.
This wasn’t an ordinary person!!
Zhang Yuanqing raised a hand to his throbbing head, pondering:
Had someone discovered my true identity? Come knocking at my door? Dark Rose, the Black Guards of Impermanence, or someone from the Taiyi Sect?
In that moment, his body tensed, adrenaline surged, momentarily suppressing his headache.
“No matter which faction it is, sneaking into my house at this time means ill intentions. I can’t engage them here and put my aunt at risk. I need to find a way to lure them outside.”
Just then, the knocking stopped, and Zhang Yuanqing saw the door handle slowly turn.
“Click”
The latch sprung open with a faint sound, and the bedroom door creaked open a sliver, revealing a pitch-black darkness beyond.
Zhang Yuanqing stared intently at the gap, his muscles tense, and a cold sweat breaking out on his back.
“Slap!” Suddenly, a dark-skinned hand reached in from the darkness, gripped the door frame, and pushed the door wide open.
As the door was flung open, Zhang Yuanqing finally got a clear view of the unwelcome visitor.
A woman with disheveled hair, wearing a white, stained cloak that trailed on the ground.
Her stance was bizarre, skewed and twisted, as if she were a doll with limbs assembled incorrectly.
In her dark right hand, she brandished a rusty kitchen knife, its blade pointed backward.
Her thick, tangled hair hid her face, but through the strands, drops of pitch-black blood fell steadily.
This… This sight felt eerily familiar. Had he seen it somewhere before? Zhang Yuanqing suddenly realized – the White Robed Murderess? The Vengeful Spirit from the text message during the day?
It wasn’t a prank?!
His face a picture of disbelief, he had never imagined that a spam text received during the day could be real.
Caught completely off guard, yet, if it was a Vengeful Spirit, he wasn’t afraid. As he thought this, the White Robed Murderess at the door, with clumsy yet swift steps, charged towards him.
Her posture was strange, as if she was walking backward, her body twisted and contorted unnaturally as she moved.
“Hmph!” Dark energy swirled in Zhang Yuanqing’s eyes as he summoned Lunar Power.
His expression suddenly changed when he realized he had lost the abilities branded in his genes, the power to suppress a Vengeful Spirit.
Then, the White Robed Murderess, trembling, backed up to him, raised the kitchen knife high, her right arm rotating 180 degrees with a “crack”, and the blade slashed down towards Zhang Yuanqing.
He rolled away on the bed.
Chop, chop, chop.
The kitchen knife chased him, slashing down onto the bed and leaving multiple gashes.
Zhang Yuanqing rolled off the bed onto the floor, his complexion growing increasingly ghastly, for not only had he lost his skills, but his physical abilities had also reverted to that of an ordinary person.
He was completely back to square one.
He couldn’t help but recall the description in the text message.
Was this a dreamland?!
It wasn’t that his skills had disappeared, but rather he was in the midst of a nightmare, where his skills, his items, all were of no use.
Without the leisure to think further, he caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye of the Vengeful Spirit, once again raising the kitchen knife for another strike.
Zhang Yuanqing rolled again, hearing the sound of the elm wood floor splintering beside his ear. Had the knife struck him, he would have been cleaved into pieces on the spot.
Damn. He pushed off with his hands, leaping up from the floor and dashing towards the living room, towards the entrance, towards the security door.
He had to escape this home.
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t turn the handle of the security door; the bolt seemed to be rusted shut inside the door.
A whooshing sound came from behind his head, and without thinking, Zhang Yuanqing ducked sharply.
Bang!
The kitchen knife came spinning through the air, embedding itself in the security door.
The kitchen knife could be thrown? Zhang Yuanqing swallowed hard, instinctively wanting to pull out the kitchen knife to counter the Vengeful Spirit. But when he looked up, the knife had vanished, leaving only a deep gash in the security door.
And the White Robed Murderess was once again holding the kitchen knife, charging at him in her backward stance.
Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing took a few steps to the side of the dining table, grabbed a high-backed chair, and with all his might, smashed it towards the incoming kitchen knife.
The high-backed chair shattered with a “crack,” and the kitchen knife sliced through it, striking Zhang Yuanqing in the chest.
A sharp pain shot through him immediately, the rusty blade opening his chest and breaking several ribs.
And in this dreamland, he had lost his self-healing ability.
Zhang Yuanqing smelled death, staggering a few steps and leaning against the edge of the dining table.
The White Robed Murderess, tremblingly advancing backward, raised the kitchen knife high.
Zhang Yuanqing suddenly twisted to the side, and with a “chop,” the rusty kitchen knife slammed into the dining table, embedding itself deeply.
The White Robed Murderess tugged a few times but couldn’t pull it out.
Seizing the opportunity, Zhang Yuanqing, despite the pain in his chest, grabbed another high-backed chair and swung it with all his strength at the Vengeful Spirit’s waist.
“Snap!”
The White Robed Murderess’s waist instantly broke, twisting weirdly, and she fell to the floor.
“Crack! Crack! Crack!”
The Vengeful Spirit lying on the ground twitched her hands and feet, her head twisting to the left, her limbs contorting in opposite directions, her left knee pointing right, her right knee pointing left, like a doll haphazardly put together.
Amidst the bone-twisting sounds, her lower half stood up, with her upper half dragging on the ground.
Damn! Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing’s scalp tingled, he clutched the knife wound on his chest, and staggered back into the bedroom.
This thing couldn’t be killed.
Back in the room, he locked the door, staggering over to the window.
Zhang Yuanqing opened the window to look outside, it was pitch black, no street lights, no vehicles, and he couldn’t see the nearby residential buildings.
If this were the real world, he might risk jumping onto the air conditioning unit outside, but this was a dreamland.
Not to mention whether jumping out the window could save him, what if the outcome of jumping was death?
What to do?
Unable to escape the Dreamland and unable to kill the Vengeful Spirit, with neither Skills nor Items at his disposal, Zhang Yuanqing found himself in a hopeless situation.
What was more lethal was that the blood from his chest wound simply wouldn’t stop. At this rate, he would die from his injuries in less than ten minutes.
Death in the Dreamland—what would happen in reality?
He didn’t dare to think about it.
Who wants to kill me? I remember the Dreamland is the domain of the Illusionist, but I have no feud with any Illusionist, nor have I had any interactions with them.
At that moment, the doorknob turned slightly. After finding it impossible to open the door, the Vengeful Spirit outside became extremely agitated, turning the handle with a “click, click” sound.
A few seconds later, it stopped, as if giving up on opening the door.
Suddenly, with a loud “bang,” half of a Kitchen Knife protruded through the door panel.
It was chopping at the door! Desperation filled Zhang Yuanqing’s eyes. He glanced at the pitch-black window, considering whether to risk jumping out.
Bang bang bang!
With each chop, the Kitchen Knife slowly hacked the door to pieces, the gap growing larger and larger.
Finally, with a loud “clang,” the door fell apart, and the disheveled Vengeful Spirit, holding the knife, awkwardly stepped inside.
“Thump thump!”
The knocking sounded again, identical in rhythm to before, with not a fraction of a second’s deviation.
It was hard to imagine someone controlling the tempo with such precision.
Could it be my aunt? Zhang Yuanqing’s head throbbed painfully, his mind foggy. He was just about to get out of bed to answer the door when, in the instant he lifted the covers, his body stiffened abruptly.
A sudden thought struck him:
There were no footsteps outside the door.
Yes, no footsteps. Before the knocking began, he hadn’t heard any movement, and for a Level 2 Night Wandering Deity, even the faint soundproofing of a door wouldn’t completely block his hearing at such a close distance.
This wasn’t an ordinary person!!
Zhang Yuanqing raised a hand to his throbbing head, pondering:
Had someone discovered my true identity? Come knocking at my door? Dark Rose, the Black Guards of Impermanence, or someone from the Taiyi Sect?
In that moment, his body tensed, adrenaline surged, momentarily suppressing his headache.
“No matter which faction it is, sneaking into my house at this time means ill intentions. I can’t engage them here and put my aunt at risk. I need to find a way to lure them outside.”
Just then, the knocking stopped, and Zhang Yuanqing saw the door handle slowly turn.
“Click”
The latch sprung open with a faint sound, and the bedroom door creaked open a sliver, revealing a pitch-black darkness beyond.
Zhang Yuanqing stared intently at the gap, his muscles tense, and a cold sweat breaking out on his back.
“Slap!” Suddenly, a dark-skinned hand reached in from the darkness, gripped the door frame, and pushed the door wide open.
As the door was flung open, Zhang Yuanqing finally got a clear view of the unwelcome visitor.
A woman with disheveled hair, wearing a white, stained cloak that trailed on the ground.
Her stance was bizarre, skewed and twisted, as if she were a doll with limbs assembled incorrectly.
In her dark right hand, she brandished a rusty kitchen knife, its blade pointed backward.
Her thick, tangled hair hid her face, but through the strands, drops of pitch-black blood fell steadily.
This… This sight felt eerily familiar. Had he seen it somewhere before? Zhang Yuanqing suddenly realized – the White Robed Murderess? The Vengeful Spirit from the text message during the day?
It wasn’t a prank?!
His face a picture of disbelief, he had never imagined that a spam text received during the day could be real.
Caught completely off guard, yet, if it was a Vengeful Spirit, he wasn’t afraid. As he thought this, the White Robed Murderess at the door, with clumsy yet swift steps, charged towards him.
Her posture was strange, as if she was walking backward, her body twisted and contorted unnaturally as she moved.
“Hmph!” Dark energy swirled in Zhang Yuanqing’s eyes as he summoned Lunar Power.
His expression suddenly changed when he realized he had lost the abilities branded in his genes, the power to suppress a Vengeful Spirit.
Then, the White Robed Murderess, trembling, backed up to him, raised the kitchen knife high, her right arm rotating 180 degrees with a “crack”, and the blade slashed down towards Zhang Yuanqing.
He rolled away on the bed.
Chop, chop, chop.
The kitchen knife chased him, slashing down onto the bed and leaving multiple gashes.
Zhang Yuanqing rolled off the bed onto the floor, his complexion growing increasingly ghastly, for not only had he lost his skills, but his physical abilities had also reverted to that of an ordinary person.
He was completely back to square one.
He couldn’t help but recall the description in the text message.
Was this a dreamland?!
It wasn’t that his skills had disappeared, but rather he was in the midst of a nightmare, where his skills, his items, all were of no use.
Without the leisure to think further, he caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye of the Vengeful Spirit, once again raising the kitchen knife for another strike.
Zhang Yuanqing rolled again, hearing the sound of the elm wood floor splintering beside his ear. Had the knife struck him, he would have been cleaved into pieces on the spot.
Damn. He pushed off with his hands, leaping up from the floor and dashing towards the living room, towards the entrance, towards the security door.
He had to escape this home.
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t turn the handle of the security door; the bolt seemed to be rusted shut inside the door.
A whooshing sound came from behind his head, and without thinking, Zhang Yuanqing ducked sharply.
Bang!
The kitchen knife came spinning through the air, embedding itself in the security door.
The kitchen knife could be thrown? Zhang Yuanqing swallowed hard, instinctively wanting to pull out the kitchen knife to counter the Vengeful Spirit. But when he looked up, the knife had vanished, leaving only a deep gash in the security door.
And the White Robed Murderess was once again holding the kitchen knife, charging at him in her backward stance.
Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing took a few steps to the side of the dining table, grabbed a high-backed chair, and with all his might, smashed it towards the incoming kitchen knife.
The high-backed chair shattered with a “crack,” and the kitchen knife sliced through it, striking Zhang Yuanqing in the chest.
A sharp pain shot through him immediately, the rusty blade opening his chest and breaking several ribs.
And in this dreamland, he had lost his self-healing ability.
Zhang Yuanqing smelled death, staggering a few steps and leaning against the edge of the dining table.
The White Robed Murderess, tremblingly advancing backward, raised the kitchen knife high.
Zhang Yuanqing suddenly twisted to the side, and with a “chop,” the rusty kitchen knife slammed into the dining table, embedding itself deeply.
The White Robed Murderess tugged a few times but couldn’t pull it out.
Seizing the opportunity, Zhang Yuanqing, despite the pain in his chest, grabbed another high-backed chair and swung it with all his strength at the Vengeful Spirit’s waist.
“Snap!”
The White Robed Murderess’s waist instantly broke, twisting weirdly, and she fell to the floor.
“Crack! Crack! Crack!”
The Vengeful Spirit lying on the ground twitched her hands and feet, her head twisting to the left, her limbs contorting in opposite directions, her left knee pointing right, her right knee pointing left, like a doll haphazardly put together.
Amidst the bone-twisting sounds, her lower half stood up, with her upper half dragging on the ground.
Damn! Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing’s scalp tingled, he clutched the knife wound on his chest, and staggered back into the bedroom.
This thing couldn’t be killed.
Back in the room, he locked the door, staggering over to the window.
Zhang Yuanqing opened the window to look outside, it was pitch black, no street lights, no vehicles, and he couldn’t see the nearby residential buildings.
If this were the real world, he might risk jumping onto the air conditioning unit outside, but this was a dreamland.
Not to mention whether jumping out the window could save him, what if the outcome of jumping was death?
What to do?
Unable to escape the Dreamland and unable to kill the Vengeful Spirit, with neither Skills nor Items at his disposal, Zhang Yuanqing found himself in a hopeless situation.
What was more lethal was that the blood from his chest wound simply wouldn’t stop. At this rate, he would die from his injuries in less than ten minutes.
Death in the Dreamland—what would happen in reality?
He didn’t dare to think about it.
Who wants to kill me? I remember the Dreamland is the domain of the Illusionist, but I have no feud with any Illusionist, nor have I had any interactions with them.
At that moment, the doorknob turned slightly. After finding it impossible to open the door, the Vengeful Spirit outside became extremely agitated, turning the handle with a “click, click” sound.
A few seconds later, it stopped, as if giving up on opening the door.
Suddenly, with a loud “bang,” half of a Kitchen Knife protruded through the door panel.
It was chopping at the door! Desperation filled Zhang Yuanqing’s eyes. He glanced at the pitch-black window, considering whether to risk jumping out.
Bang bang bang!
With each chop, the Kitchen Knife slowly hacked the door to pieces, the gap growing larger and larger.
Finally, with a loud “clang,” the door fell apart, and the disheveled Vengeful Spirit, holding the knife, awkwardly stepped inside.
