Chapter 5

Wu Pifu strode toward the nunnery. Halfway there, his eyes narrowed abruptly, and his whole body began to dash forward madly.

In the pitch-black night, a red light actually appeared!

This was ancient times. He didn't dare to confirm the dynasty yet, but there certainly couldn't be electricity or lights. And this wasn't some super-large ancient city, so naturally, there couldn't be such a strong light source at night...

Was there a fire!?

Or was it...

Wu Pifu's face looked ugly, and he accelerated his speed toward the nunnery.

When he arrived a hundred meters in front of the nunnery gate, Wu Pifu's face was already incomparably livid.

This light was both firelight and blood light, and even more, the evil spirit of a Nightmare.

Yes, that Rank Two Nightmare had followed closely. Even though it had come to the Baseline Reality 0.7 world, although its power was greatly reduced, it was still a terrifying Nightmare unfathomable to mortals. If it was hiding in this nunnery, not far from him, then when it erupted, the entire nunnery would immediately become a slaughterhouse!

What had this Rank Two Nightmare turned into?

As a Rank Two Nightmare from Baseline Reality 0.8, coming to the Baseline Reality 0.7 world, it would become weaker due to the dilution of bizarreness, and it must find its anchor in this world—perhaps a tree, a stone, a corpse, or a fox—anchoring itself to the object most similar to its original attributes.

Wu Pifu was certain that this Rank Two Nightmare must be anchored in this nunnery!

The problem now was, what... should he do!?

This was a Nightmare, a Rank Two Nightmare. Even though it had become weaker due to the one-level world gap, it was still not something he could confront!

But... but!

Wu Pifu's reason kept telling him to run, to run as far away as possible.

In a Dream World, as long as you don't die, even if you don't establish a sanctuary, as long as you stay for five days, you can locate the Mainframe and let the Mainframe bring you back to reality. He had been in this world for three days. As long as he survived for two more days, he could return...

He was missing an arm, and because he had eaten little, his body was weak. He might be able to bully ordinary people, but facing a Nightmare...

Reason told him that if he rushed in, it would be death, and a miserable one at that. Even his body and spirit might not be released.

But... but!

That little mute had saved his life!

That tear that dropped from her not-so-good-looking face...

"Ah... ah!!"

Wu Pifu roared, stomped his feet, and charged into the nunnery with his body hunched low.

Upon rushing into the nunnery square, the first thing he saw was a black, tall, and strong man about two meters tall.

The man had dark skin, knotted muscles, and many cracks on his skin, as if his body had grown taller in a short time, stretching his skin and revealing a large number of muscle textures underneath.

Most terrifyingly, there were two horns on the man's head. Although they were only half an inch long, there was no doubt they were keratin!

This strong man looked like a Yaksha from mythology!

At this moment, a large number of buildings in the nunnery had been set on fire. The ground was covered with filthy blood and broken limbs. On the platform in front of the main hall, a pile of corpses mixed with a few living people had been skinned by the Yaksha-like strong man and piled together. Wu Pifu didn't know if the little mute was dead, or if she had been skinned alive and stuffed into the pile of people.

The Yaksha strong man was holding a struggling body in his hand. Hearing the movement behind him, he turned his head slowly, not stopping his movements, actually tearing the skin off the body alive.

The Yaksha strong man actually said in a scholarly tone, "I must thank you, fellow Daoist."

Wu Pifu didn't speak, just stood still, facing forward with one hand in a claw shape.

The Yaksha strong man continued, "I have long heard that there are strange monsters, gods, and longevity in this world, but I only heard of them and never saw them with my own eyes. I didn't expect that thanks to you, fellow Daoist, I have obtained such a great opportunity. Hahaha, don't worry, fellow Daoist, I will surely peel your skin carefully and mold a good body for my Buddha and my ancestors!"

Looking at the tragic state of the nunnery and the human slaughterhouse, Wu Pifu's eyes gradually became bloodshot. He asked coldly, "Among the people you killed, is there a thin, small mute who doesn't speak?"

The Yaksha strong man scratched the small horns on his head, grinned, and laughed loudly, "They are all like that. They are everywhere here."

Wu Pifu didn't speak anymore, just stared at the Yaksha strong man, his feet shifting bit by bit to adjust his attack position.

The Yaksha strong man didn't care at all, laughing loudly as he strode toward Wu Pifu, his hands reaching out.

This posture didn't follow any rules, but the Yaksha strong man was at least a head taller than Wu Pifu, his body was more than a circle larger, and his arm reach exceeded Wu Pifu's. There was no need for any rules; it was a direct physical crushing... if it were just against ordinary people.

But Wu Pifu was not an ordinary person; he was someone who practiced National Art!

Seeing the Yaksha strong man approaching rapidly, his arms spread wide to crush him, Wu Pifu suddenly kicked his foot, sending sand and stones toward the Yaksha strong man's face.

The Yaksha strong man subconsciously blocked with his arms, his eyes squinting for a moment. In this flash of lightning, Wu Pifu lowered his body, his whole body darting out five meters like a hungry tiger pouncing on food. In the blink of an eye, he reached the side of the Yaksha strong man, his single claw printing under the Yaksha strong man's armpit. Without looking at any results, he immediately followed his shadow and circled behind him along the corner of the Yaksha strong man's eye.

The Yaksha strong man immediately looked toward Wu Pifu subconsciously. But he only saw Wu Pifu's back. The blind spot in his peripheral vision meant he had no attack target at first. Then, a tearing sensation came from the side of his back. The Yaksha strong man immediately turned his head to look behind him, but his body was still facing the front position he had been facing when he faced Wu Pifu.

Just as the Yaksha strong man turned his head, a black shadow was reflected on his retina. Then, with a soft "pop," one of his eyeballs and half of his face were clawed, directly gouged out. Seeing this claw retract and then claw down again, it was aimed directly at his throat and trachea!

"Ah!"

The Yaksha strong man roared. Hideous green-black colors began to appear on his skin, his body grew another circle, and his speed became incredibly fast. As his arms twisted, they struck this claw. With another crisp crack, this "Tiger Claw Piercing the Heart" move was broken, and even the entire hand bone was directly fractured.

Wu Pifu immediately retreated three or four meters away. The excruciating pain in his palm made his whole body tremble. Looking closely at this moment, his palm was already twisted like a twist, and bone fragments were even piercing his skin at the wrist. Clearly, the entire palm was shattered.

The Yaksha strong man was no better. Half of his face had been clawed, one eyeball and the eye socket were gouged out, and his entire face was as terrifying as a ghost, the kind that doesn't need makeup for a horror movie.

But just at this moment, black sludge surged from the Yaksha strong man's wounds. Gradually, it blocked the wounds. Although it didn't turn into flesh and blood, the stuff flowing out was definitely not blood!

"Ha, haha, enjoyable, truly enjoyable!"

The Yaksha strong man hissed, actually shouting "enjoyable" while laughing. His remaining single eye stared at Wu Pifu, and then he shook his head and said, "What good skill. This skin and flesh of yours is just right to be the Dharma body of my Lord!"

As he spoke, the Yaksha strong man charged at Wu Pifu again, his speed more than twice as fast as it was at the beginning.

With one collision, the wind howled. Wu Pifu only had time to lower his body slightly, and his whole body was hit into the Yaksha strong man's arms.

The huge force pushed Wu Pifu rolling forward. At the same time, the Yaksha strong man reached out to lift Wu Pifu's back with one hand and his crotch with the other. This move wasn't any random hitting; it was a genuine attack posture, a type of sumo attack. Once he grabbed the target, the next move would be to flip the target upside down, slamming the head directly into the ground, causing at least unconsciousness, or at worst, a cracked skull and death.

At this critical moment of life and death, the demonic thoughts, distracting thoughts, and evil thoughts in Wu Pifu's heart surged even more. His eyes were blood-red, and he actually made a tiger's roar from his mouth. At the same time, his body didn't resist the Yaksha strong man's pulling force. Instead, he stomped his feet on the ground, leaped with the force of the Yaksha strong man's flip, and after flipping his body half a turn, his legs clamped onto the Yaksha strong man's neck. Borrowing the force of the Yaksha strong man's flip, his legs exerted force simultaneously, actually forcing the Yaksha strong man to be flipped away as well.

The two entangled, rolling on the ground, and with a "bang," crashed into a burning guest room. With a loud rumble, a large part of the burning wooden wall collapsed.

This sound startled some of the living people in the pile of corpses.

These living people had all been skinned, each looking like a bloody monster. There were nuns and guests, numbering about seven or eight, all wailing, rolling, and screaming in the pile of corpses.

Among them was a petite female. She was also moaning and crying, and then she wanted to stand up, but she was in pain everywhere, which made her want to hug her body while crawling, but she couldn't do that either. She had no skin on her whole body, and even a slight touch was heart-wrenchingly painful.

Just as she was crying and moaning in confusion, the sound of fighting kept coming from the burning guest room in the distance.

She tried hard to look over, but couldn't stand up. And just as she was looking, she suddenly saw the Buddha statue in the center of the main hall looking incomparably hideous and terrifying in the firelight.

The eyes, ears, nose, and mouth of the Buddha statue were all flowing with pitch-black sludge. These sludges outlined a hideous and terrifying smile on the Buddha statue's face.

She remembered the Yaksha who had peeled her skin, and the traces of sludge in the Yaksha's eyes, ears, nose, and mouth...

She was weak and small, her height probably not even 1.5 meters, thin and pitiful. At this moment, her skin had been peeled off. If it were an ordinary person, they would already be rolling around without even thinking. But she didn't know where she got the strength and courage at this moment. She rolled off the pile of corpses, stuck her skinless flesh to the gravel ground, and moved bit by bit toward the Buddha statue in the main hall...

She...

Was going to save her man!!

(End of chapter)