"This thing... even if you perform a ritual to help the dead, it might not be effective." Si Zang looked at the human-faced ghost skin in the center of the ghost realm: "I don't know where these guys learned it from, they're practicing human and ghost cultivation, none of them are serious."

"And this... how come it looks different now? Tsk... take it away, take it away! I, the Daoist master, can't stand this thing!"

Seeing Lin Feng turn around with the box of mourning in his hand, he immediately began to recite the Heart-Cleansing Mantra in his mind.

Lin Feng felt helpless, but he hadn't picked it up on his own initiative. It had suddenly appeared in his hand and changed shape several times before finally becoming a rhombus.

"Mourning Box - Leviathan Form"

From its appearance, this thing is very exquisite. The middle of the upper and lower triangular parts is engraved with a black circle. After it was rotated, every gap left extended outward along the circle and finally stopped on the rows of hellish characters on the edge.

This thing looks like a weapon... its length is no shorter than the Venomous Fang Dagger, but I don't know if it can be used as a weapon.

"Huh? Where's that demon fetus?" Si Zang suddenly exclaimed, only to find that the demon fetus, which had been wandering around in a trance, had disappeared from the great formation at some point.

Lin Feng gave him a strange look, and Si Zang immediately explained, "He must have found a chance to escape. I wouldn't make such a mistake. I just locked him up... cough cough, what do you think we should do with these two..."

Realizing he couldn't escape Lin Feng's gaze, Si Zang immediately shifted his attention to the two assassins.

"No rush... let it air dry first."

Lin Feng didn't pursue the matter further and had Hong Linggui pick up the ghost skin that controlled the ghost realm.

After a brief examination, the Red Spirit Ghost returned a message stating that it had lost all its intelligence and was left only with resentment.

They also searched through Bian Da's belongings, finding some scribbles and items without any clues.

It has no value.

"Whatever, this guy died too cleanly." Si Zang stood up from beside Bian Er's corpse. There were no signs of resistance on the body, which was completely unlike the scene where Bian Da and Bian San were fighting each other and their bodies were stuck together.

"But it doesn't matter. There are no grudges in the Nightmare Space. Maybe he'll appear in the next mission world."

"Forced entry?" Lin Feng asked.

“Just go in normally.” Si Zang looked around and said, “If it’s forced, then it’s 100%, but in order to survive, he definitely can’t go into a forced mission empty-handed.”

As they were talking, Si Zang noticed the talisman carved on Bian Da's back and exclaimed with delight, "The Ghost-Burning Curse! Thank goodness! If those guys hadn't captured him, my grand formation would have been ripped open!"

...

After resting for a few hours, the two trapped assassins, their faces streaked with tears, were brought before Lin Feng.

"My lords, this is Zhang Hu, and this is my brother Li Qian. I apologize to you." Zhang Hu said with a fawning expression, his eyes curving even deeper than those of the Ironclad 99 beside him.

"I'm willing to pay 2000 Nightmare Points for our lives. In addition, we will sign a Nightmare Space Contract, and we will never get involved in anything that is against you again, nor will we reveal anything about you to anyone!"

Zhang Hu had already summoned the interface of the Nightmare Space, and the woman beside him decisively wrote her name on it.

"You're a pretty sensible kid. You've done this kind of business quite a few times, haven't you?" Si Zang chuckled.

Zhang Hu immediately chimed in, "Sir, you're right. I've been working here for almost half a year."

Lin Feng glanced at the contract briefly, confirmed it, and then wrote down a number: "How do you all contact each other?"

"Hehe, sir, there are people in the entertainment area who are in charge of these things. As long as you make sure you won't enter the mission world in the next few days, someone will assign you a mission."

The Taoist priest glanced at it and, seeing that Lin Feng had written his name down, naturally followed suit.

As the formation shifted and a path appeared outside the mountain gate, Lin Feng suddenly said, "Leave me your contact information."

ah?

Zhang Hu looked up and hurriedly bowed and scraped as he took out his phone.

After adding them, Lin Feng looked at the two friends who used his photos as their profile pictures and nodded.

"No need to see us off, gentlemen. We'll be leaving right away!" Zhang Hu broke out in a cold sweat and grabbed Li Qian as they ran. Although he knew that the chances of them having any contact in the future were slim, he was still startled by Lin Feng's indifferent expression.

This is completely different from the person he saw before; he must never look for them again.

As soon as the two drove away, the gate to Yanshan disappeared. Looking at it from a distance in the rearview mirror, Zhang Hu saw that the once prominent mountain peak had become flat and unremarkable, no longer resembling its previous appearance.

"Thank goodness we didn't run into those old guys, or we would have been the first ones to die..."

As they drove away, Si Zang asked curiously, "Suibian, why did you spare their lives?"

Lin Feng let out a long sigh: "These two have local license plates; they might come in handy in the future."

"Hehe, that's true, whatever. So what do we do next?" Si Zang didn't seem to care and chuckled, "Which world are you planning to go to?"

What worlds have you been to before?

As Si Zang reminisced, he listed them off: "Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio, The Taoist Priest, Sadako, Ghost Fight Ghost, The Old Corpse in the Mountain Village, Ghostbusters... My master once asked me to go to Shushan Swordsman, A Chinese Ghost Story, Hua Yingxiong... Alas, I also want to go, but I can't find them."

"The skills you're researching don't really have much to do with these things, do they..." Lin Feng couldn't help but complain.

"How can it not matter? Everything has its own laws. I'm not just bragging. Immortal techniques are like uranium, plutonium, and lithium. As long as the materials are available, how can they not be used?" Si Zang chuckled, looking at him with a smug expression: "Don't you understand?"

"I don't understand..."

Lin Feng continued, explaining that he understood, but this innovative approach wouldn't be easy to follow.

The path he took was a substitute, while Si Zang took a different one.

"Let's rest for a day...and go into the Nightmare Space tomorrow."

Okay~

Si Zang nodded, made a hand seal, and immediately sent the two back to the small courtyard.

A cool breeze blew through the courtyard. After a few birds chirping, Lin Feng found a stool, sat down, and continued to process the changes within his body.

The demonic power totals 65 points, all of which reside in the heart. With each heartbeat, there is a faint illusion of self-aggrandizement. The gaze of the hellish monks, though repulsive, is also a means to an end. Finally, there is the silently intensifying dark curse.

In his half-demon state, he didn't immediately notice. When everything was over, the world was unknowingly shrouded in a clear gray fog in his eyes, as if all the luster of life had disappeared, and everyone... even Sizang's smile had become as hard as stone.

Clearly, resisting the temptations of the Hellish monks was not just a matter of willpower. He was also curious about what kind of emotion led those monks to be curious about him, since his vital signs had disappeared and his emotions had reached a low point.

"Dark Curse (Stage 1 99%): All life traits are reduced by 90%. Can be upgraded to Stage 2 for 200 Nightmare Points."

It's 300 points cheaper than when I first checked.