Xiahou Aotian thought for a moment and said, "Miss, don't be surprised. I was just joking. It's so desolate here in the mountains and it's hard to find someone to accompany you, so my words may be a little frivolous. I hope you don't mind."

He used a wet dry branch to stir the charcoal fire, creating sparks, and said, "Come over and warm yourself by the fire, or you'll catch a cold."

The beautiful woman then calmed down a little, thanked politely, and sat down next to the charcoal fire!

The heavy rain continued to fall, with layers of dark clouds. The sky was dim, like a woman shivering in the dark night. After a while, her face gradually turned red.

Xiahou Aotian glanced at the basket, which contained some very common herbs, some for treating bruises and wounds, some for treating colds, and some for resolving phlegm and moistening the lungs.

In the S-level copy, there are only common herbs. Are there no rare treasures? Xiahou Aotian muttered in disappointment in his heart.

"Are you a herbalist from a nearby village?" Xiahou Aotian took the initiative to start a conversation. "There are wild beasts in the wild mountains, even if there are bandits. How can we let a woman like you go into the mountains to collect herbs?"

The woman sighed, "My father broke his leg while collecting herbs in the mountains a few days ago. I have two younger brothers and sisters to take care of at home, so I had no choice but to go into the mountains to collect herbs and exchange them for some money."

Xiahou Aotian asked again: "Do you have any wealthy relatives at home?"

The woman shook her head.

Xiahou Aotian said "Oh", pondered for a few seconds and suddenly pointed behind him, "Look there!"

The woman subconsciously looked back, and Xiahou Aotian took the opportunity to raise the crossbow, aim at the woman's chest, and pull the trigger.

With a bang of the bowstring, the crossbow arrow pierced deeply into the woman's chest. Blood quickly spread out, staining her clothes red.

The young woman turned her head and looked at Xiahou Aotian in disbelief, then fell down and died with her eyes wide open.

Xiahou Aotian took the herbs out of the woman's basket and put them into his own basket. He could exchange them for some money when he got to Chang'an.

His logic behind killing the woman was very simple. This place was not far from Chang'an, just a day's walk away. Since entering Chang'an was a side quest, there would definitely be danger along the way.

During a day's walk, all the NPCs you meet may be enemies with ulterior motives.

Shooting a woman is equivalent to nipping the danger in the bud. If you kill the wrong one, she is just a dungeon NPC and will be refreshed next time.

The only thing that needed to be confirmed was that killing the girl would not actively trigger a crisis, so he just asked the girl whether there were any wealthy relatives in her family, and got a negative answer.

Steady as an old dog↓

As he was thinking this, he heard a knock on the door. The "dong dong" sound was abrupt and strange in the silent rain.

Soon, a woman's soft voice came from outside the door: "Sir, I am a herbal farmer nearby. I went into the mountains to collect herbs and encountered heavy rain. I wanted to take shelter in the temple."

A woman's soft voice came from outside the door.

The voice outside the door was exactly the same as the one from the girl he had just hunted, even the lines were the same.

Xiahou Aotian's face slowly froze, and he looked suddenly at the girl who was shot by Sha. His pupils immediately contracted, and the girl's body disappeared.

At this time, the woman inside and outside the door said: "Is anyone there? I'm coming in."

A chill surged in Xiahou Aotian's heart. He stared at the palace door and clenched the crossbow in his hand.

What he expected was correct. The woman was the danger on his way to Chang'an, but what he didn't expect was that the girl who had been shot to death actually came back.

The knocking on the door continued, and the woman outside the door asked again: "Sir, are you in there? I'm coming in."

Seeing that Xiahou Aotian in the hall still didn't respond, the strong woman outside the door seemed anxious, her tone became urgent, with a bit of sadness, "Open the door, why don't you open the door, I know you are in there, you haven't left yet, if you don't open the door, I will really come in!"

Didn’t you just open the door and come in, Xiahou Aotian cursed in his heart, and the hairs on his back stood up quietly.

"Why don't you open the door? Why do you treat me like this? Why do you treat me like this?" The woman outside the palace door screamed more and more miserably, no longer as soft and gentle as before.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The doors and windows were shaking violently, making a constant "clang clang" sound.

There seemed to be a lot of people standing outside.

"You killed me!" the girl outside the door said viciously.

Xiahou Aotian tensed his body and aimed his crossbow directly at the palace gate. If the woman outside dared to come in, he would reward her with an armor-piercing arrow.

At this time, the shaking of doors and windows stopped, and there was silence outside the hall except for the sound of dripping rain. The girl outside seemed to have left.

Leaving? Are you afraid of being shot by me again? Well, I have to leave quickly too. I can’t stay here any longer! Xiahou Aotian immediately ran towards the skinny horse and left this strange and dilapidated temple immediately.

As he approached the skinny horse, he suddenly felt something moving in the basket. There was a faint light from Chang Chang. Xiahou Aotian moved closer and took a closer look. He saw a woman's head in the basket. The back of her head was facing him and moving slightly.

As if he noticed someone was staring at his head, he turned around abruptly, revealing a dark face, blood gushing from all seven orifices, black lips, and his terrifying white pupils stared straight at Xiahou Aotian.

"You, kill the resentful voice came.

Xiahou Aotian's heart tightened and he stepped back repeatedly. He felt the hairs on his body stand up and fear filled his heart.

But he bumped into something behind him before he took a few steps back. He looked back in panic, and his pupils shrank and his heart stopped beating...

Behind him was a headless corpse, wearing the same clothes as the girl just now.

Xiahou Aotian's adrenaline surged, his scalp tingled, and he instinctively raised his crossbow and shot at the headless corpse.

The armor-piercing arrow penetrated into the chest of the corpse. However, the corpse, which was already dead, was not affected at all. It raised its right hand with black nails, pinched Xiahou Aotian's neck, and lifted him up.

Xiahou Aotian kicked his legs wildly in the air, his face turned red due to lack of oxygen, his eyes were bloodshot, and his tongue stuck out bit by bit.

The power of the headless female corpse was incredible, and with his current physical condition, he was unable to resist it at all.

From the basket on the horse's back, a shrill and resentful voice came, "You killed me, you killed me"

Xiahou Aotian's consciousness gradually became blurred, and his four legs became weaker and weaker when kicking.

At this moment, he felt a cool force coming from his thumb, like a bucket of cold water or a piece of solid ice, which brought a soul-shivering stimulation.

Xiahou Aotian suddenly "awoke" and thought, why didn't I resist? Why was I so afraid of a corpse? Why didn't I use the items in the inventory?

He then realized that he was trapped in an illusion. Only illusions could turn a spiritualist into an ordinary person who was in a state of panic, dominated by emotions and losing his calm judgment and rationality. The power from the ring helped him break the illusion.

This is precisely the weakness of illusion.

Xiahou Aotian suddenly opened his eyes and found that he had fallen asleep beside the charcoal fire without knowing when. It was windy and rainy outside. The skinny horse stood obediently beside the campfire with its head down, snorting from time to time.

There was no knocking on the door outside the hall, and there was no woman inside the hall.

Everything that just happened seemed like a dream, but the pain in his neck told him that this was not a dream. He had just fallen into an illusion and almost strangled himself in his dream.

"Old thing, old thing." He lowered his head and stared at the ring, calling out repeatedly.

The old man did not respond. Since entering the copy, he had lost contact with Qin Dai Fangtu.

Although it was sealed by the copy, it could sense the movements of the outside world, so at the critical moment, it transmitted the power of the extraordinary realm and awakened me. Xiahou Aotian had an epiphany...

He stopped talking to the old man and started thinking about what he had encountered.

The only professions in the field of illusion are Night Walker and Illusionist.

What he had just seen and heard, and the crisis he had encountered, were all in his dream.

Judging from the occupational characteristics, it should be the Dream Master.

But to be honest, if it was the dream master, he would not be able to break free from the dream even with the help of the old man.

Xiahou Aotian glanced around the hall, his thoughts racing. He had the ability to dream, but he had not yet reached the Saint stage. He could scare people with supernatural elements. But what I feared most was not that the other party had limited ability to create illusions and was obviously not strong, but could enter my dreams?

There is a contradiction between the strength and characteristics displayed by the enemy.

"If his strength is not strong, it is impossible for him to have an impact from too far away. Since I am in the temple, I must be nearby." Xiahou Aotian opened the inventory, took out a black ghost face mask, and put it on his face.

This is a prop for the illusionist class, its main functions are "emotional control" and "mental attack". He activated the "emotional control" ability without hesitation. The opponent may have special ways to hide, but emotions cannot be hidden.

Xiahou Aotian looked around and found nothing unusual in the hall, so he pushed open the door, stood under the eaves, and carefully scanned the front yard.

Suddenly, his eyes fixed.

In the corner of the front yard, where the weeds were overgrown, black "smoke" was seen rising from the soil.

It's resentment!

At this moment, Xia Hou Aotian understood that a woman who died unjustly was buried in the temple. Her resentment had lingered and turned into an evil ghost, which instinctively devoured travelers who entered the temple.

Xiahou Aotian opened his inventory, took out a Chang knife, strode into the rain, came to the corner where resentment was rising, used the knife as a shovel, and turned over the mud.

Layer after layer of soil was turned over, and unusual "crackling" sounds were heard from ten centimeters and half a meter away, and a corpse was revealed in the mud.