Chapter 5

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

In the dark night, there was actually a red light!

This was ancient times. The dynasty could not be confirmed for the time being, but it was definitely impossible to have electricity or lights. And this was not a super big ancient city, so it was naturally impossible to have such a strong light source at night...

Is it on fire!?

Or is it...

Wu Pifu’s face was ugly, and he accelerated his speed toward the nunnery.

When he arrived a hundred meters outside the nunnery gate, Wu Pifu’s face was incomparably livid.

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

Yes, that Level 2 Nightmare followed closely. Even though it came to the Baseline Reality 0.7 world, although its power was greatly reduced, it was still a Nightmare terror unfathomable to mortals. If it was also hiding in this nunnery, not far from him, then when it erupted, the entire nunnery would immediately become a slaughterhouse!

What did this Level 2 Nightmare turn into?

As a Level 2 Nightmare from Baseline Reality 0.8, coming to the Baseline Reality 0.7 world, it would become weaker due to the dilution of the eerie, and it must find its anchor in this world, perhaps a tree, a stone, a corpse, or a fox, etc., anchoring to the item most similar to its original attributes.

Wu Pifu was sure that this Level 2 Nightmare must be anchored in this nunnery!

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

This is a Nightmare, a Level 2 Nightmare. Even if it became weaker due to the one-level world gap, it was not something he could fight now!

But... but!

Wu Pifu’s reason kept telling him to run, to run as far 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 5 days, you can locate the main brain and let the main brain 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...

Now he was missing an arm, and because he ate little, his body was weak. He might be able to show off against ordinary people, but facing a Nightmare...

Reason told him that if he rushed in, it would be death, and it would be a miserable death. His body and even his sanity might not be liberated.

But... but!

That little mute had saved his life!

That tear that dripped down from that not-so-good-looking face...

"Ah... ah!!"

Wu Pifu let out a roar, stepped hard, and rushed into the nunnery with his body low.

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

This strong man had dark skin, knotted muscles, and many broken marks on his skin, as if his body had become taller in a short time, stretching his skin and revealing a large number of muscle patterns inside.

The most terrifying thing was that there were two horns on the strong man’s head. Although they were only half an inch long, there was no doubt that they were keratin!

This strong man looked like a Yaksha in mythology!

At this moment, a large number of buildings in the nunnery were ignited, and the ground was full of filthy blood and broken limbs. On the platform in front of the main hall, a pile of corpses mixed with a small number of living people were all skinned by the Yaksha-like strong man and stacked together. Wu Pifu didn't know if the little mute was dead, or if she was skinned alive and stuffed into the pile of people.

The Yaksha strong man was holding a body that was still struggling. Hearing the movement behind him, he turned his head slowly, his movements not stopping, actually tearing the skin of 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 in place, forming a claw with one hand toward the front.

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

Wu Pifu looked at the tragic state of the nunnery, the human meat slaughterhouse. His eyes gradually became bloodshot, and 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, moving his feet bit by bit to slowly adjust his attack position.

The Yaksha strong man didn't care, laughed loudly, and strode toward Wu Pifu, his hands reaching out.

This posture didn't have any rules, but the Yaksha strong man was at least a head taller than Wu Pifu, and his body was more than a circle larger. His height of more than two meters looked like a bear, and his arm extension distance also exceeded Wu Pifu’s arm length. This didn't need any rules at all, it was just a physical crush... if it was just against ordinary people.

But Wu Pifu was not an ordinary person. He was a person who practiced national arts!

Seeing the Yaksha strong man approaching quickly, his arms spread out to crush him, Wu Pifu suddenly kicked one foot, kicking the sand and stones on the ground toward the Yaksha strong man’s face.

The Yaksha strong man subconsciously blocked with his arm, and his eyes narrowed for a moment. In this flash of lightning, Wu Pifu lowered his body, his whole body rushed out five meters like a hungry tiger pouncing on food. In the blink of an eye, he rushed to the side of the Yaksha strong man, and a single claw printed under the Yaksha strong man’s armpit. After one grab, he didn't look at any results, immediately followed the shadow, and bypassed to the back along the Yaksha strong man’s side corner.

The Yaksha strong man immediately looked at Wu Pifu subconsciously, but he only saw Wu Pifu’s back. The visual blind spot of the corner of his eye made him lose his attack target for the first time. Immediately after, a tearing sensation came from the side of his back. The Yaksha strong man immediately twisted his head to look at the side behind him, but his body was still facing the front position when he faced Wu Pifu just now.

Just as the Yaksha strong man turned his head, a black shadow was reflected on his retina, and then with a light sound, one of his eyeballs and half of his face were grabbed, directly torn to pieces. Seeing that this grab was retracted and then grabbed down again, it was attacking his throat and trachea!

"Ah!"

The Yaksha strong man let out a roar. A hideous blue-black color began to appear on his skin surface, his body actually grew a circle larger, and his speed was incredibly fast. As his arms twisted, his arms turned and hit this claw. With the same crisp sound, this "Tiger Claw Tearing Heart" move was interrupted, and even the entire hand bone was directly cracked.

Wu Pifu immediately retreated three or four meters away. The excruciating pain in his palm made his whole body tremble. At this time, looking closely, his palm had been twisted into a twist, and even bone dregs pierced out of the skin at the wrist. Obviously, the entire palm had a comminuted fracture.

And the Yaksha strong man was no better. Half of his face was grabbed, one eyeball and eye socket were torn empty, and the whole face was as hideous as a ghost, the kind that doesn't need makeup for horror movies.

But at this moment, black sludge surged from the Yaksha strong man’s wound, gradually blocking the wound. Although it didn't turn into flesh and blood, the things that flowed out were definitely not blood!

"Ha, haha, enjoyable, really enjoyable!"

The Yaksha strong man hissed and gasped a few times, actually laughing loudly and shouting "enjoyable." His remaining single eye stared at Wu Pifu, and then he shook his head and said, "Really good skill, your skin and flesh are just right for my master’s Dharma body!"

While speaking, the Yaksha strong man rushed toward Wu Pifu again, his speed more than twice as fast as at the beginning.

With one collision, the wind roared. 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 hit Wu Pifu and rolled forward all the way. While the Yaksha strong man hit the target, his hands reached out, one to lift Wu Pifu’s back, and one to lift Wu Pifu’s crotch. This move was not any chaotic hitting, but a real attack posture, but it was a way of attacking in sumo wrestling. After he grabbed the target, the next move would be to flip the target upside down, head straight to the ground, causing at least a coma, or at worst, brain death.

At this critical moment of life and death, the demonic thoughts, distracting thoughts, and evil thoughts in Wu Pifu’s heart became more and more surging. His eyes were blood-red, and he actually made a tiger’s roar from his mouth. At the same time, his body did not resist the Yaksha strong man’s pulling force, but stepped hard on the ground, leaped along with the force of the Yaksha strong man’s sumo move to flip him, turned his body half a circle, and then his legs clamped the Yaksha strong man’s neck. Borrowing the force of the Yaksha strong man lifting his back, his legs borrowed force and exerted force at the same time, actually hard-tearing the Yaksha strong man himself away.

The two entangled, rolling on the ground, and with a bang, they crashed into a burning guest house. With a loud noise, the burning wooden wall collapsed a large piece.

This sound woke up some living people in the pile of corpses.

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

Among them was a small female figure. She was also moaning and crying, and then she wanted to stand up, but she was in pain everywhere. This made her want to hug her body while crawling, but she still couldn't do it. She didn't have any skin on her whole body, and touching it was heart-wrenching.

Just when she was crying and moaning at a loss, the burning guest house kept coming with the sound of fighting.

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 peeled off her skin, and the sludge marks in the Yaksha’s eyes, ears, nose, and mouth...

She was weak and small, her height might not even be 1.5 meters, thin and pitiful. At this time, her skin was peeled off, and if it were an ordinary person, she would have been rolling and not even thinking. But at this time, she didn't know where the strength and courage came from. She actually rolled off the pile of corpses, stuck her skinless flesh on the gravel ground, and bit by bit moved toward the Buddha statue in the main hall...

She...

Wanted to save her man!!

(End of chapter)