Chapter 59: The Phantom Intrudes at Night, the Hungry Tiger Startles the Dream

The sound of dogs barking next door lasted all night.

Mou Laoyao was too stingy; he kept the leftovers under tight wraps, not even letting out half a broken bone.

A pack of wild dogs, hungry to the point their eyes were bloodshot, howled and wailed until the second half of the night.

The neighbors didn't say anything aloud, but in their hearts, they cursed incessantly, calling Mou Laoyao wicked for keeping everyone from getting a good night's sleep.

After barely making it to the second half of the night, the barking gradually weakened.

Zhou You let out a breath of relief and drifted into a hazy, drowsy sleep.

In his heart, he was still calculating that the woman the neighbors had taken in was too strange; it was possible that a disaster would occur.

He would stay at home for the next few days to observe for a while, and if things were still not right, he would have to let his father and mother move and find another house to rent.

Nowadays, his father could be considered to have a middle-class income, so they could move to a better area in the city.

"Handsome husband."

A female voice, soft enough to reach the depths of his heart, sounded quietly in Zhou You's ear.

It was soft and gentle, like being tickled by a foxtail grass, bringing a sensation of itchy numbness.

A thick fragrance assailed him, making Zhou You feel as if he were soaking in a barrel of hot water, his limbs lazy and unable to muster a shred of energy.

"Where am I?"

Zhou You tried his hardest to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt as if they were weighted with lead; he tried repeatedly but could not open them.

Suddenly, a soft, slippery little hand touched his back, feeling exactly like a slithering snake coiled around his body.

Zhou You turned to look and saw it was the woman he had seen during the day.

At this very moment, she should have been next door, enjoying the bridal chamber with Mou Xiaoli; how did she end up in his own home?

"Get out, get out now."

Zhou You waved his hand to push the woman away, but his palm sank into a pool of wet, slippery, and soft matter.

Even though he had the strength to pierce wood and stone, his body felt empty at this moment.

"Handsome husband, let's have some fun together."

The woman's face, beautiful as a celestial being, drew closer and closer; her vermilion lips parted, spitting out a tip of a pink, tender tongue.

Under his close-range gaze, Zhou You clearly saw a crystalline thread stretching from the tip of her tongue.

He wanted nothing more than to kick the other party away, but he couldn't muster the strength.

Zhou You noticed his body was not normal and guessed that he must be in a dream.

"What about the sound of the dogs outside?"

"Father is fast asleep; there is absolutely no sound of teeth grinding or heavy breathing, even though there is only one wall between us."

Zhou You analyzed his surroundings and realized the situation was strange.

He used his remaining weak strength to turn his head to look at the wall, where a painting of a Hungry Tiger hung.

If even this painting were gone, he would definitely not be in reality.

At this moment, the woman had already wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her face against Zhou You's back, and was whispering something.

The sound was faint and indistinct; he could not hear the content.

"Hungry Tiger, the Hungry Tiger painting!"

A thought in Zhou You's mind immediately triggered a massive change.

A roar suddenly erupted in his ears.

A fishy wind blew, and a gaunt, skeletal tiger descended from mid-air, so hungry that its fur tightly wrapped around its thick, protruding joints.

"Wooo-roar!"

After landing, the Hungry Tiger pounced fiercely, directly tearing the woman off Zhou You's body.

In her panic, the woman let out a vicious curse, "You have such a cruel heart!"

The next moment, the tiger exerted force with its claws, directly pressing the woman's delicate body until it exploded into a large cloud of blood mist.

A narrow escape from death!

Zhou You clutched his chest, his heart beating violently; this was the feeling of having circled the gates of hell.

He cupped his hands toward the Hungry Tiger, about to offer his thanks.

The Hungry Tiger raised its head, leaped with all four limbs, and crashed headlong into the nearby wall, merging into it amidst a flash of light.

The next moment, Zhou You woke up with a start.

He gasped for air, the cold air entering his lungs; this was the clear feeling of returning to reality.

Just now was a dream, and it was a nightmare disguised as an erotic dream.

If the Hungry Tiger hadn't entered his dream at the end to pounce on and kill the strange woman, he would surely have been eaten until not even his bones remained.

He had only glanced at her during the day and dreamed of her at night; that woman was definitely not an ordinary creature.

"You're sweating; what did you dream about?"

A calm inquiry came from the side; it was a woman's voice, "Could it be... that you dreamed of me?"

Every hair on Zhou You's body stood on end; he grabbed his quilt, whipped it up violently, and flung it toward the direction of the voice.

In the middle of the night, whoever broke into his room was definitely ill-intentioned.

The quilt landed silently, melting into a pitch-black hole.

The woman, wearing a wedding dress, stepped onto the quilt, "Handsome husband, you are saying one thing while meaning another; you were still thinking of me in your dream."

"How many times did you make love to me in your dream?"

The answer to her was a punch thrown by Zhou You with all his might.

A Black Tiger Steals the Heart; the straight punch hit like a cannon blast, slamming into the woman's soft chest without any flair.

The woman flew backward, drifting lightly with the wind like cotton wool, her feet landing like those of a paper doll.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, "So you like this style; you can ride on my waist and do it later, just don't ruin my face."

Zhou You swept a leg across, a Tiger Tail Kick with immense lethality.

Void Phantom, this woman is definitely a Void Phantom.

The tactile sensation of a living person's flesh and blood, having blood, flesh, sinews, and bones, should not be this bizarre.

Zhou You's punch, fueled by his full force, was like a stone sinking into the sea, receiving not a shred of feedback.

The last time he encountered this situation was when facing Fang Guiqi directly.

The woman's delicate face was like a flower, she lightly twisted her curvaceous figure, and spoke in a soft voice, "Come on!"

Yet, hidden within the thick, fragrant breath was a faint, fishy stench.

Zhou You had once torn enemies apart alive and was familiar with this scent; it was the unique odor of fresh internal organs.

Mou Laoyao did not buy pig offal, beef tripe, or lamb tripe for the banquet, so what the woman had just eaten were human heart and liver.

"Where is your man? Mou Xiaoli."

When Zhou You asked this aloud, he already had a rough idea of the answer.

"Naturally, he has merged into one with me."

"I asked him if he was willing to merge the two of us into one, and he said yes, yes, yes, and left himself to my disposal."

The woman chuckled, "Handsome gentleman, you must know that you were the one I had my eye on from the start!"

"I smelled the lingering scent of my own kind on you."

So that was it; Zhou You had once fought a Void Phantom that possessed Fang Guiqi and had been infiltrated by evil Qi.

Who could have guessed that a Void Phantom's nose would be so sharp; even after more than ten days, it could still smell the lingering traces.

"That deadbeat man of mine was all show and no substance; his skin was loose, his blood and flesh were rotten, barely enough for an appetizer."

The woman looked intoxicated and took a sniff of the air.

"Yes, that's the scent; a young man who practices martial arts, his blood Qi surging and pounding, just like a ripe fruit, fresh and juicy."

Zhou You had no interest in listening to her nonsense and immediately erupted with Basic Lightness Skill, charging forward.

His left hand struck with Yanxing Quan, locking onto the woman's left collarbone, while his right fist clenched and hammered down toward her temple.

This strike was solid; never mind a woman, it could have caved in the head of a bull.

"Hehe!"

The woman chuckled, and a needle-like, cold sensation wrapped around Zhou You's left hand.

A familiar, ominous premonition descended.

Zhou You screamed internally that it was bad, kicked the woman in the waist, and retreated at high speed.

The speed of Basic Lightness Skill lv2 erupted instantly, retreating even faster than he had come.

The woman let out an "Eh," seemingly very surprised that Zhou You's speed was so fast.

Zhou You looked down to see his left hand's five fingers pitch-black, numb and devoid of sensation.