Chapter 503: Ambush

The curse master hurriedly threw a cloth doll the size of half a palm from his pocket. The doll landed and transformed, becoming as tall as a person—a Green-Scarf Warrior.

"Carry me!" The curse master's spellcasting after being seriously injured was adding frost to snow, and he coughed incessantly. "Quick, quick, go!"

Fortunately, the effectiveness of the puppet he summoned didn't diminish, and it really carried him on its back and ran out.

He Lingchuan suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, scaring the Soul-Sucking Mirror by his pillow.

"You finally woke up!" The mirror breathed a sigh of relief.

It wasn't that He Lingchuan liked sleeping with this thing, but he was used to placing the mirror facing outward; if someone ambushed him at night, they would be seen by the mirror first.

It could sound the alarm and confuse the enemy.

He Lingchuan grabbed the mirror and got up, putting on his boots while saying irritably: "You're called the Soul-Sucking Mirror, if there's something dirty invading, why didn't you suck it away?" Not to mention suck it away, why couldn't you even block it? "What thing?" The mirror was confused. "I didn't see anything coming."

"I don't know. It was covered in many faces, and it wouldn't die even if its head was cut off. I was doing a mission in the Undead City, and it suddenly popped out of the water, wanting to kill me." He Lingchuan affirmed, "It must have come from the outside."

"Hiss... according to what you said, could it be a nightmare?" The knowledgeable mirror shook its light. "How could you provoke that kind of thing?"

"Two of them came in, and you didn't notice either?"

"Nightmares should only appear in dreams, right?" The mirror cried out in injustice. "Where do you want me to see it? Unless it runs into the mirror automatically, I can't catch it."

He Lingchuan looked at it suspiciously.

Nightmares don't exist in reality; theoretically, there was nothing suspicious about the mirror's words.

But he always felt something was wrong?

"Did you get hit?" The mirror was especially concerned. "You don't seem to have any new problems."

"No." Speaking of this, he suddenly remembered that the Great Fang Hu didn't block the monster either.

Very strange.

But recalling the methods the red giant shadow and the Jula tree used to deal with the monster, he vaguely guessed a reason.

Let it in so it's easier to close the door and beat the dog? Anyway, the monster couldn't escape, and its final fate was to be divided up by the Jula tree and the red giant shadow, with a head left for He Lingchuan as a souvenir.

The mirror asked again: "What was the fate of those two things?"

He Lingchuan being able to wake up meant the other party was the one who was unlucky.

Honestly, it didn't see the nightmare coming, but it could feel it.

But the mirror didn't dare to make a sound.

This thing specialized in destroying other people's dreams, and its Soul Village was very similar to a dream, currently in a state of collapse and unrepaired. If it were drilled into by a nightmare and destroyed wantonly, it would really be finished.

So when the nightmare passed, it had to pretend to be an ordinary mirror.

"It was eaten by the Undead City." He Lingchuan jumped out the window and ran west. "What kind of monster is a nightmare?"

Eaten... The gloating Soul-Sucking Mirror shivered. It seemed its luck was pretty good back then?

"You don't know?" It was first surprised, then speechless. "You don't even know its origin, yet you were able to counter-kill it! Sigh, the Undead City is too good to you."

"Less nonsense." This broken mirror seemed even more talkative after a short closure, but He Lingchuan could automatically ignore it.

"Know nightmares?" The mirror was still the knowledgeable mirror. "Also called Night-Wandering Gods."

He Lingchuan remembered the shock and resentment of the monster's head, "You were clearly sleeping, why aren't you in the dreamland." Clearly, it thought it had entered He Lingchuan's dreamland.

"This kind of thing appeared very, very early, and its origin is unknown. One theory is that they are also transformed from parts of human souls, but they feed on the essence and spirit of ordinary people; if the victim dies in the dream, they will also die in reality. Later, some curse masters found a way to communicate with them, because killing in a dream leaves no trace, and the deceased would never wake up, with no wounds on their bodies and no cause of death to be found."

Never wake up? He Lingchuan's heart stirred. Had he seen this somewhere before? "Don't just talk about hearsay, is there anything more definitive?"

Heh, the requirements are quite high. "Yes, it just so happens that what I do is similar to a nightmare, so I know it has two ways of committing crimes: either it drags you into its world, or it breaks into your dreamland and turns it into a nightmare."

This thing could even change the prey's dreamland? He Lingchuan realized. No wonder that nightmare was so surprised when it couldn't change the environment in the cave.

Panlongcheng wasn't even He Lingchuan's home field, so how could it be arbitrarily modified by it? "Is the nightmare's ability to modify nightmares very powerful?"

"Of course!" The mirror said. "Although that is your dream, the nightmare can turn it into its own home field. Only by making you have nightmares constantly can it consume your essence and spirit in endless fear, and finally devour you."

Looking at it this way, the nightmare never used its strongest means after breaking into Panlongcheng.

He Lingchuan remembered the huge nightmare that appeared at the bottom of the water.

He Lingchuan and the Jula tree trunk killed its clone, and the main body came personally to take revenge.

Even if it wasn't its home field, it didn't have time to change the surrounding environment, and He Lingchuan understood in one encounter that he was not its opponent yet.

The pressure that ghost thing brought him was very strong.

It's just that the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. This creature hadn't even unleashed its power before it was taken away in one wave by the red giant shadow that arrived later.

He Lingchuan ran very fast, crossing three hundred zhang while talking to the mirror, and then arrived at his destination:

Tongfu Inn.

Someone like him who came to take revenge aggressively naturally wouldn't use the front door, but split the wooden window with a palm wind, throwing a scent ball inside first.

This thing was colorless and formless, but it stank to high heaven; creatures with noses basically couldn't stand it.

The curse master was also human and couldn't escape physiological reactions.

Sure enough, a roar sounded in the room, and two shadows rushed out the window. The other party was angered.

Uh, two?

He Lingchuan first saw one person rush out the window, aiming three axes at him.

That speed was extremely fast. He had just blinked, and the opponent was already close, with a white-glowing axe slashing horizontally at his neck.

So fast!

He Lingchuan extended his blade to block.

"Clang, clang," three times in a row, fast against fast.

The opponent's three wild axes were like a violent storm, locking all directions around He Lingchuan. He couldn't retreat, couldn't avoid, and had to take it head-on.

The axe wind brought out less than a foot of blade energy, which had condensed into substance.

It wasn't that he didn't have the strength to expand it, but this scale was the most fierce, no different from the axe body itself.

Thanks to He Lingchuan's experience of fighting bravely on the plateau, he leaned back and shrank his neck.

The axe wind brushed past his throat, missing his vital point by only half an inch!

It had been a long time since he encountered such a fierce opponent.

The second axe took the heart, and the third axe took the top of the head.

The opponent's violent airflow swept over, making He Lingchuan feel that he wasn't facing a living person, but an avalanche, or a cannonball just fired from a cannon on Panlongcheng!

Anyone with slightly worse cultivation facing this powerful sense of oppression would likely be suppressed immediately and lose their head.

Fortunately, He Lingchuan's blade technique was practiced in the surging waves, and his understanding of the timing of the situation was deeper than ordinary people.

Not to mention he had seen more powerful and fierce strikes.

The true energy of the two dantian flowed crazily, allowing him to hold off these three opening axes.

At this time, he also discovered that the opponent's axe wind also brought out tiny ice crystals, like snow and powder; they looked inconspicuous at first glance, but once they attached to the body, it was a burst of ice cold, and the body immediately became stiff...

These ice crystals carried a slowing effect; if more than a few flakes stuck, he would likely be shivering from the cold...

After taking the three axes, He Lingchuan had used up two-tenths of his true energy, his arms were sore, and the web between his left thumb and index finger had split open.

The opponent seemed a bit surprised, letting out a soft "eh."

Taking his three whirlwind axes, this kid could still stand, and the weapon in his hand could still be intact?

At this time, the second black shadow also came.

It originally wanted to come out from the wooden window, but its figure was too huge, "bang," it squeezed the wooden window to pieces, even breaking a big hole in the wall, only then rushing toward He Lingchuan.

Although the momentum was unmatched, its speed wasn't as fast as its companion's, and He Lingchuan saw its appearance clearly at a glance.

This was a giant bear.

When all four limbs were on the ground, its shoulder height was almost six feet, taller than an ordinary man. Seen from the front, it was round like a battering ram.

When it ran, the whole building was shaking.

What would happen if this thing stood up?

He Lingchuan found it troublesome to deal with the man in front of him; what would happen if he added a giant bear?

The opponent naturally felt his predicament, and the axe light rose again.

The giant bear also lunged over, about to attack from both sides.

It liked to bully opponents like this; several times when it attacked with its companion, it beat the enemy into meat paste directly.

Very satisfying.

At this moment, He Lingchuan "whoosh" fell down.

They were fighting on the roof, and the construction quality of Tongfu Inn was quite good, otherwise, how could the roof support the wild run of a violent bear?

Actually, the fight between He Lingchuan and his opponent caused the heaviest burden on it.

He Lingchuan only needed to kick his leg, and this piece of roof collapsed, wood and tiles falling down to the first floor with a crash.

The man and the bear also fell down.

He Lingchuan reached out in mid-air, and the sleeve arrow "zing" nailed into the wooden beam opposite.

He borrowed the force to pull, and withdrew from the opponent's axe. After a few leaps, he easily climbed onto the beam.

In the blink of an eye, the man and the bear fell to the ground.

The falling heavy objects naturally couldn't hurt them. He Lingchuan saw the wooden beam fall, and the man didn't even dodge, directly carrying it with his shoulder.

With a bang, the wooden beam snapped into two, and the man brushed his shoulder, dusting off the wood chips.

What a tyrannical body, what powerful true energy.

"Who are you?" He Lingchuan examined these two opponents. "Why did you cast a death curse on me?"

This man was taller than him, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, with a fierce look on his face, and even wearing an eye patch on his right eye.

He looked like a ruthless character at a glance, and He Lingchuan wouldn't misidentify the chilling murderous aura on his body.

Just how many people had to be killed to refine such a malevolent aura?

But could such a person also be good at sorcery? He was very skeptical.

The man raised his axe and patted his chest: "Tongxin Guard, Fan Sheng."

The giant bear also opened its mouth: "Tongxin Guard, Fan Bao."

Different species with the same surname? He Lingchuan tilted his head: "Are you two brothers?"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 504 =====