"I'll kill you all!!!" The tall man, kneeling on one knee, sealed the acupoints near his wounds, ripped his tattered clothes to shreds, and roared with hatred, "Nine Yang United!"
Pieces of torn clothing flew out of his hand, and in an instant, the dragon pattern wrapped around his body raised its head.
Roar! The dragon's roar pierced the air, causing it to tremble.
A dazzling light shot out, extending into a tiger-headed longsword that slashed towards Yu's neck.
A hum resonated from the blade, its edge flashing.
The slash was swift and ruthless. With half of his body twisted, Yu had no chance to dodge and was facing certain death. A javelin was fired at the long sword, followed by a second javelin that chased after the tall man's cheek.
Ding ding!
The tiger-headed longsword swept away the javelins in succession, saving Yu but also thoroughly enraging the tall man.
The sword and the arm transformed into two ferocious beasts, appearing suddenly in Lin Feng's eyes.
Under the threat, Lin Feng retreated while opening his palm, and a small object quietly flew out, exploding loudly as it met the tall man.
A flashbang.
Blinding light enveloped the surroundings, and a noise level of up to 175 decibels immediately filled the ears.
With a whoosh, the tiger-headed broadsword slashed off course against the wall. The tall man opened his eyes wide, just about to search for Lin Feng's figure, when he vaguely saw something placed at his feet.
Beep beep!
A bomb? t...Nt?!
The blinding red light flickered twice. Terrified, the tall man gripped his long knife tightly, took out an escape device without hesitation, and suddenly disappeared from the house.
"Target disappeared..."
The fierce aura suddenly disappeared, and the atmosphere in the room cooled down. When Hong Linggui's voice appeared in Lin Feng's mind, his tense nerves finally relaxed, and he slumped against the door.
As the dizziness caused by the noise gradually subsided, Lin Feng walked back in, took the tNt handed to him by Hong Linggui, and shook off the lingering buzzing in his head.
Just then, a commotion arose in front of the door. The previous battle and the flashbang had attracted some passersby. Yu, now fully recovered, immediately controlled her ghostly figures and sent these people out one by one.
As the hotel door closed, Lin Feng picked up the small device by the door—a signal jamming device—and finally let out a long sigh of relief.
He knew very well that if he could get Louis's help, then the other participants must have complicated methods, so the possibility of killing the other party was extremely low. Rather than fighting to the death, it was better to force the other party to leave the mission world, so as not to interfere with their subsequent actions or notify the other teammates.
Arriving at the short man's corpse, Lin Feng's gaze shifted to the blood jade lying on the ground.
"Soul-Devouring Blood Jade"
The brief hint arrived as expected. He also recalled the disgust and fear that Hong Linggui had shown when she approached the blood jade not long ago. Based on the effect of being able to repel the jade, it was clear that this blood jade was an item designed for the supernatural.
Otherwise, Yu would have snapped it up much earlier, just like last time.
Just as Lin Feng was pondering, Yu's ghostly claw grasped a phantom ghostly figure, pulled half of it out of its own body, and presented it to Lin Feng.
It's the soul of the short man!
Lin Feng's eyes flickered, and he immediately thought of Ye Qidong, who had been swallowed by the jade.
"My name is Feng Guangquan, I live in Fengchengshan County, and I am 43 years old..."
The short, ghostly figure's face was contorted, and he spoke blankly.
"Both parents died young, leaving behind a house that was demolished as compensation. After graduating from high school, I received compensation for the demolition. I've had 65 relationships, ranging from 18 to 50 years old..."
Lin Feng was speechless. He glanced at the unmoved Yu, suppressed his emotions, and continued listening.
"Diagnosed with lung cancer at age 42..."
"Entering the world of Liaozhai's Grass Lamp at the age of 43..."
As he spoke, the distorted expression on Feng Guangquan's face disappeared, replaced by a smug look.
"Hehe, there are no missions that will kill you. I can save up some nightmare points to skip the forced missions and then live a life of pleasure in different worlds."
"When the wind howls and the rain pours, only by standing firm can you see your feet..."
After talking for about ten minutes, Feng Guangquan finally brought up the matter of the Blood Jade.
"The Soul-Devouring Blood Jade comes from the tomb of a Tantric monk. It is soul-stealing and arouses desire. It can absorb resentment and evil energy. If a living person bites and swallows it, it can manifest the evil spirit form of Tantric Buddhism."
"The Cursed Silk Mission World... Survive for seven days; protect the source of the Cursed Silk; fulfill the demands made by Chen Yaoxi and his mother."
At this point, Lin Feng immediately became serious. The first two tasks sounded like very routine missions, but the third mission, satisfying Chen Yaoxi and his mother, was enough to prove his previous conjecture.
The mother and son were trying to save themselves.
"Three people from Southeast Asia, who called themselves overseas sorcerers. They learned sorcery after entering the Nightmare Space. One was an onmyoji from an island nation who raised a slit-mouthed female shikigami. The other claimed to have transplanted five-thousandths of Hashirama's cells, but I don't know what that is..."
"Chen Ren had some friction with the Nanyang people. I've seen the dragon with the extreme yang energy on his shoulder. The dragon claws connect to nine major acupoints with extreme yang energy, which can mobilize the yang energy of the whole body and make the golden spear... He told me that he also learned half of the Nine Yang Divine Skill."
Nine Yang Divine Skill? Half a level and it's already that powerful...
Intercolumnar cells too?!
Lin Feng suddenly thought of a possibility: what if human cells could be replicated in a technologically advanced world...?
Forget it, cell transplantation in Nightmare Space is 100% successful. If you transplant it yourself, you have to bear the risks yourself. Not to mention rejection, you also need to control it, just like those few uncontrollable demonic forces in his body.
But five per thousand of the interstitial cells... could probably make a wooden clog? Or plant a rice seedling?
As Feng Guangquan's spirit began to recount trivial matters, Yu's ghostly claws flipped, and the distorted ghostly face transformed into wisps of black smoke, which she then inhaled back into her mouth.
A short while later, the manipulated boss and two other girls went upstairs. Lin Feng grabbed Feng Guangquan's corpse and went to a lounge on the second floor, opened the boss's refrigerator and forcibly stuffed it inside.
Feng Guangquan did not have any spatial equipment on him; he only kept some firearms in the room upstairs.
Yu, who had been controlling the three bosses to sit down, raised her head, counted five fingers to Lin Feng, pointed to the clock on the wall, and then drew a circle with her finger.
5 days...
Lin Feng nodded.
The three people will be held captive for five days. They will eat and sleep normally, clean the hotel, and maintain order until they wake up after five days, remember everything, and then they will be gone.
"We'll rest here tonight and set off again tomorrow."
Lin Feng retrieved a key from downstairs, opened a room on the top floor, and went up alone. Yu glanced at Lin Feng's back, seemed to think for a moment, and then followed him upstairs.
Nothing was said that night.
Lin Feng woke up early in bed. Not far away, Yu, who had been sitting on the sofa, opened her eyes at the same time, just like a corpse that had been frozen all night.
Ghosts probably don't sleep, right?
Lin Feng seemed to be deep in thought. He got up and washed up quite calmly, then ate a few bites of the food he had brought with him and sat down on the edge of the bed.
Yu's gaze followed Lin Feng the whole time, like a machine that could only turn its head. After Lin Feng sat down, it straightened up again. From the perspective of becoming a ghost, it was indeed very advantageous. Recalling how Yu's waist had been broken several times yesterday and how it had quickly recovered, Lin Feng naturally had many thoughts.
However, ideas are just ideas. If the things in legends really exist, there are countless powers that are even more unique than becoming a ghost.
Like the powers of other hostile participants, such as black magic, the Slit-Mouthed Woman, and Hashirama cells...
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