Chapter 7

Wu Pifu had a dream.

A very lonely, very lonely, very terrifying dream.

It was in the boundless void, with no front, back, left, right, up, or down, and no passage of time. There was only boundless emptiness. He floated in it, dazed, shouting and screaming, hoarse, going crazy... but nothing changed, the void was still the void...

Wu Pifu tumbled and got up from the ruins of the fire pile. His eyes no longer had pupils, only the same pitch black. It was just that this pitch black was not black, but the void without light. Because even light could not reflect, it showed black.

The little bit of calm spiritual light obtained from the Tiger Demon Art reaching the hall remained motionless. In the observation of the heart, it seemed that something was about to surge out...

But just then, a crisp shattering sound came from afar, accompanied by the wails and moans of thousands of lives. Pain, despair, death, all kinds of emotions were ringing in this sound.

With the explosion of this sound, Wu Pifu’s body shook violently, and the void in his eyes began to dissipate. His figure stumbled, and he was in pain everywhere, but inexplicably he had strength, a strange strength born in his body.

(Could it be that after the Tiger Demon Art reached the hall, it has begun to instinctively evolve the body?)

Wu Pifu didn't know the reason. Now, although he had a thought that was not extinguished, he maintained clarity in the distracting thoughts of the Tiger Demon Art, but after all, he had just reached the hall, and his overall thinking was still chaotic and irritable. At this moment, he was in the fire pile, and instinctively struggled to jump out of the fire pile, and then he saw the Yaksha.

The Yaksha was holding his head and wailing, his black-red muscles were shrinking, and a large amount of darkness turned into loose sludge and dripped to the ground. His body fell from 2.3 meters to 2 meters, and then, witnessed by Wu Pifu, it gradually fell to about 1.9 meters. However, this fall stopped. He was still a strong man whose height and width exceeded Wu Pifu.

The eerie dissipated!

Wu Pifu immediately knew what had happened. That was that the anchor of this Level 2 Nightmare was damaged or destroyed.

Once a Level 2 Nightmare leaves its original dream world, if it jumps to a world with a higher baseline reality, it is fine. Its strength will not increase or decrease. Some need anchors, some don't.

But if a Level 2 Nightmare falls to a lower baseline reality, its eerie concentration will be diluted because of the increase in the eerie concentration of the dream world itself, so it needs to find an anchor in the dream world it is in, either life, or non-life, and in extremely accidental cases, even some kind of concept. Once its anchor is injured, the Nightmare’s strength will drop significantly. If the anchor is destroyed, the Nightmare will also dissipate and perish.

This Yaksha in front of him was actually not the anchor of the Level 2 Nightmare!?

Yes, yes, its previous words did mention something like a master...

What appeared in Wu Pifu’s heart at this time was actually not joy. In the stage of the Tiger Demon Art reaching the hall, he began to possess a kind of intuition similar to supernatural power, although it was far inferior to "the autumn wind does not move, the cicada knows first," it also transcended the realm of mortals.

Tears suddenly rolled down from his eyes.

He inexplicably knew that he would never see that little mute again.

"Give it to me!"

Wu Pifu didn't even know what he was saying. He just strode toward the Yaksha... even though the Yaksha was still stronger than him, even though his remaining single hand was fractured, even though he was covered in heavy injuries and was almost dying, but at this moment, he walked like a tiger, his intent like a demon, and there was a faint sound of a demonic tiger roaring between his movements.

The Yaksha opened his mouth and hissed, but his feet were slowly retreating.

"Give me... your life!!"

When the two sides were five meters apart, Wu Pifu leaped forward abruptly. It was the "Mad Tiger Leaps the Ravine" from the Tiger Demon Art. The last time he used it, he was escaping from this Level 2 Nightmare. This time, he was pouncing toward the derivative of this Nightmare.

The Yaksha panicked and raised his hands to try to block, but Wu Pifu, although looking like he was about to die, had his strength increased by about 30% because of that inexplicable reason. With one collision, he directly swung away the Yaksha’s hands and arms. In a flash, Wu Pifu’s broken arm bone spur stabbed into the Yaksha’s throat, and then the two sides collided together. The bone dregs and bone spurs were deeply embedded in his throat tube.

The Yaksha struggled frantically. The huge force actually broke Wu Pifu’s arm bone, and a piece of bone remained in his throat tube. Wu Pifu’s face didn't move at all, just retracted his arm, regardless of the palm that had broken off, and directly used the broken wrist bone spur with sharp corners to continue stabbing at the Yaksha’s face.

Once, twice, three times...

At first, the Yaksha was still struggling frantically, using both hands and feet, but Wu Pifu pressed hard on his chest, and his arms kept stabbing down. The palm broke off and fell, regardless, and then the Yaksha’s body began to twitch, no movement, no sound, a large amount of black turned into sludge and flowed all over the ground, but it had no activity.

Wu Pifu still didn't stop his movements. At this moment, there was only rage, killing intent, and sorrow in his mind...

I don't know how long it had passed. There were only incomplete broken corpses on the ground, and even a little bit of human appearance could not be seen. Wu Pifu then raised his head to look at the main hall.

There were three or four living people on the platform in front of the main hall, including nuns and guests. They were all skinned, but they didn't die for a while. Originally, they were still wailing and moaning, painfully wanting to roll on the ground, but the gravel ground prevented them from doing so.

At this moment, they were all looking at Wu Pifu in horror and silence. They didn't dare to have any movements, and didn't dare to have any sounds. The fighting just now was all in their eyes.

They witnessed with their own eyes a human and a Yaksha fighting and killing each other. Finally, it was this human who abused and killed the Yaksha, but... is he really a human?

Wu Pifu didn't care about them, just walked step by step into the main hall.

Then he saw the collapsed and broken Buddha statue, and also saw the little mute who had been crushed to death under the Buddha statue.

The Buddha statue tilted and broke on the ground, just crushing the little mute underneath. And the little mute was still holding a table leg in her hand, a table leg of the wooden table that offered the Buddha statue...

Everything was understood.

Wu Pifu looked at everything in front of him with sorrow.

His life was saved by the little mute... twice!!

Why?

Just because they met in life?

Just because of a few short conversations?

Or because he promised to take her away?

Wu Pifu didn't know. There were no more tears in his eyes, just lowered his body, used his arm without a palm to lift the little mute, held her against his chest, and then slowly picked her up.

Very light, very thin, very small...

Then Wu Pifu looked at the broken Buddha statue. There was still sludge surging out in the Buddha statue, and there was still life activity. And what he did was very simple: he kicked the remaining large wreckage of the Buddha statue hard, kicking it to pieces. Those sludges made terrifying wails, and the few people who were skinned outside the main hall covered their ears and wailed painfully, and then they all fainted.

But as Wu Pifu kicked the last wreckage to pieces, all the sludge began to spread and dissipate. Only a black sphere about the size of a football appeared in the center, looking like sludge and plastic.

"Event achieved, Mud Buddha Yaksha."

"1124 AD, the sixth year of Xuanhe in the Northern Song Dynasty, outside the Kaifeng city of Bianliang, a shocking murder case occurred at Jing'an Temple in Niu Village. All 32 nuns in the temple, and 13 tourists, all suffered a catastrophe. Only 4 people survived, but these 4 people suffered the torture of skinning and all died after a few days to dozens of days."

"According to them, that night, the red light rushed to the sky, and there was a Buddha statue spitting out sludge, which turned into the body of a knight-errant. The knight-errant thus became the Yaksha, the protector of Buddhism, and killed and skinned all the people in the temple."

"There was a strange man, one-armed and alone, who broke into the temple to fight with the Yaksha. Finally, he killed the Yaksha on the spot, then destroyed the Buddha statue, and then hugged the corpse of an unknown nun and fled, not knowing where he went."

"When he left, an emerald green bird landed on his shoulder. The bird might have divinity, and it also disappeared with the strange man."

Wu Pifu sensed the information sent by the main brain in his mind.

This is a sanctuary established.

As far as Wu Pifu knows, there are three ways to establish a sanctuary.

First, use the equivalent exchange of the world you are in to exchange. For example, in the previous Baseline Reality 0.9 Shanghai Bund, he used 20 silver dollars to buy a tailor shop and established a Level 1 sanctuary. The more expensive and well-known the building, the higher the level of the sanctuary established after purchase.

Second, improve the influence in the dream world, such as how many slaves, farmers, soldiers, employees, partners, etc., you have, and then form a force, you can also establish a sanctuary. For example, if Wu Pifu became the master of Liangshan, then the so-called Juyi Hall could be anchored by the main brain as a sanctuary. The stronger the force, the higher the level of the sanctuary established.

Third, achieve some kind of historical event, which is that the dream world will record it in history. The greater the influence and the more powerful the dynasty recorded, the higher the level of the sanctuary established.

In fact, integrated together, it is the acquisition of influence in the dream world.

Buying a building itself is to gain influence, and making money is the same. No matter how the money is obtained, stolen, robbed, or earned by hard work, this is actually gaining influence. As for forces or historical events, it is the same.

In essence, this is actually a process of the main brain invading the information code of the dream world through these maintenance personnel active in the dream world... if these dream worlds are really just programs.

The information in Wu Pifu’s mind was still continuing, and he just clamped the black sphere to his armpit with his arm, and also clamped the little mute.

Just as described in the event, when he walked toward the outside of the temple, the emerald green bird flew to his shoulder, chirping constantly.

As if crying about something...

That kind, thin, little mute who only knew how to "ah-ah" could no longer respond to it.

(End of chapter)