"Plan? What plan?" Zhao Hao asked, bewildered.
"Shh, don't talk, listen to the music."
As soon as Fang Xiu finished speaking...
Just then, music suddenly came from not far away.
"Good luck, good luck brings you joy and love, good luck, we're all lucky..."
A voice like a pig being slaughtered, belonging to a "shamate" (a subculture characterized by flamboyant, often unconventional, fashion) came from afar and resounded throughout the venue.
The crowd, who had been in despair, were stunned when they heard the song. They felt agitated and wanted to hit someone, forgetting all their despair and fear.
What effect did this singing achieve? You could say that if someone about to jump off a building heard this singing, they would beat up the singer before jumping.
"This singing..."
"Could it be...?"
As the song began, the once menacing demon slaves seemed to deflate, their movements becoming increasingly sluggish, and some even collapsed to the ground.
Thump thump...
The singing grew louder and louder, and the demon slaves fell to the ground in droves.
Zhao Hao's eyes widened suddenly as he remembered Fang Xiu's plan.
Let Yang Ming take the punk rockers to the radio center to sing "Good Luck" to dispel fear and weaken the power of the nightmare.
So, it seems the plan succeeded?
But that doesn't make sense. Why could the singing reach Putuo Temple?
Logically, the singing should only have spread within the city, so how did it reach Putuo Temple?
Zhao Hao's doubts were quickly resolved.
A man carrying a large speaker came speeding from a distance, wearing embroidered shoes.
It was Yang Ming!
Yang Ming has arrived! He's making his entrance with background music and wearing embroidered shoes!
If it weren't for the perfectly fitting background music and the exquisitely beautiful embroidered shoes, Yang Ming would definitely have radiated the aura of a savior at this moment.
Wearing embroidered shoes, Yang Ming moved with incredible speed. He had barely appeared in sight when, in a mere instant, he passed through the horde of demonic slaves and arrived beside them.
"Fang Xiu, I have fulfilled my mission." Yang Ming placed the speaker on the ground and grinned.
The other survivors were overjoyed, some even bursting into tears.
Fang Xiu nodded calmly: "It's a little later than I expected."
"There was no other way. After all, the song had to be played throughout Green Vine City. After I sent the punk to the city, I mobilized a large number of security guards and had them drive around the streets and alleys with their windows open and the music turned up to the maximum. I also had the Investigation Bureau mobilize all the survivors in the city to turn their phones, speakers, and any other devices that could play music online to the maximum."
This whole process took me a lot of effort.
However, the effect was obvious; people forgot their fear, and instead, many took sticks to the broadcasting center, intending to beat up the "killer Matt" (a derogatory term for a certain type of person).
As he spoke, Yang Ming looked at the ghost slaves. At this moment, they had all turned into corpses, with only the three spirit master ghost slaves still standing in place.
"Oh, there are three more. Perfect for me to get some exercise..."
Before he finished speaking, the three spirit masters and their slaves vanished on the spot, as if they had teleported.
Yang Ming: "........."
"No need to look anymore, this is the Nightmare's Ghost Realm. The three of them must have been pulled away by the Nightmare."
Fear is the source of the Nightmare's power. Now, the song has largely dispelled the fear throughout the city. It seems that the Nightmare, in order to conserve its power, has directly abandoned these low-level demon slaves, retaining only the three spirit master demon slaves.
Yang Ming nodded: "So what should we do next?"
"Go find Nightmare. It's still inside Putuo Temple. If I'm not mistaken, it should be with Bai Qi right now."
Upon hearing Bai Qi's name, Yang Ming became serious: "Tell me your judgment."
"While Nightmare's abilities are powerful, his weakness is equally obvious: he is completely ineffective against those who are fearless."
This is easy to judge. That's how it was when I was in Qingshan Mental Hospital. As long as you don't fear nightmares, you won't get hurt.
Even though Nightmare has become stronger and can still unleash flames of fear, it still won't get hurt as long as it doesn't feel fear.
This is also why Nightmare uses the Minions to attack us.
Even the enemy knows this weakness, so there's no reason why Nightmare wouldn't know it. Therefore, if I were Nightmare, I would definitely find a way to overcome this weakness.
Yang Ming's face immediately turned ugly: "You mean, he wants to turn Bai Qi into a demon slave?"
“That’s right. Bai Qi is the number one spirit master in Green Vine City. If he controls Bai Qi, his strength will increase greatly. Bai Qi can kill people without fear. Nightmare doesn’t just want to turn Bai Qi into a demon slave. Remember Yang Kunpeng who brought Nightmare out of the Investigation Bureau? Since Nightmare can possess Yang Kunpeng, it can possess Bai Qi just as easily.”
Upon hearing this, Yang Ming could no longer sit still; he seemed to have a deep affection for Bai Qi.
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's hurry up and find Nightmare."
Fang Xiu nodded, then said to Zhao Hao and the others, "You have basically lost your fighting ability and are no longer useful. Go back to the Investigation Bureau."
“Brother Xiu, then you…” Zhao Hao hesitated, unable to finish his sentence.
"How about I come along? If that doesn't work, you can use the same trick you used before to hypnotize me, and I'll deal with the nightmare."
Fang Xiu shook his head: "It's no use. Nightmare won't fall in the same place twice. It might even avoid showing itself because it sees you."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Hao immediately lowered his head in disappointment.
"Fang Xiu, why don't you go back and rest? I'll deal with the Nightmare." Yang Ming said with some concern, looking at Fang Xiu who was covered in blood.
"The nightmare must be killed by me personally." Fang Xiu's words carried an unquestionable tone.
He was never afraid of death; his only fear was not being able to torture and kill the monsters. Now that the decisive battle had arrived, if he could not personally torture and kill the nightmares, it would be as if all his previous deaths had been in vain.
Yang Ming clearly understood Fang Xiu's decisive nature and knew that once he made a decision, it was impossible to change it, so he had no choice but to nod in agreement.
The two then headed deeper into Putuo Temple, their figures disappearing into the mist before everyone's eyes.
(Sorry everyone, I was drinking until midnight, but I'll still update even though it's late. It's just that it seems like I can't post after midnight anymore, it gets stuck in the review process. I'm so upset.)
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