Chapter 622 Return to Dreamland
The second floor of the experience hall.
The battle between Heigu and Hao Yulan also continues.
A ghost and a dog were entangled together, and black hair was floating everywhere in the room, and it was impossible to tell whether it was from the ghost or the dog.
In terms of strength and speed, Heigu is much better than Hao Yulan and can easily suppress this female ghost with long hair.
But there was too much hair of Hao Yulan, and it was entangled around Heigu countless times. No matter how hard it tried, it couldn't break free from these hateful black hair. No matter how hard it pulled, it stuck to its body like a big ball of hair.
Mere force is of no use against such evil spirits.
But Hao Yulan couldn't kill Heigu either. She tried to cut Heigu with her black hair, but she only made a small cut. The black dog blood that came out corroded a lot of her hair. This made Hao Yulan only dare to harass Heigu but not dare to kill her.
So the two have been fighting each other, and whoever runs out of strength first loses.
But Heigu didn't want to fight so cowardly. She was so angry at Hao Yulan that she stretched out her sharp claws and wanted to scratch her own skin, and kill Hao Yulan directly by exchanging blood!
Whoosh!
At this moment, a bright knife light flashed, and Heigu's body suddenly relaxed.
When it looked closely, it saw a familiar chubby man with a big butt, holding a smelly sword, standing confidently in front of Heigu.
This person is Shi Ji!
Since the task was related to Wu Xian, all the Lotus followers who had a good relationship with Wu Xian and had free time were invited by the City God's Office.
After Hao Yulan's black hair was cut off, white smoke came out of the broken end like burning incense sticks, which meant that the black hair was eroded by the filthy power and could no longer spread wildly.
Before Hao Yulan could react, Shi Ji sprayed a yellow-green mist over her. Then he took a step forward. The knife flashed a few times and Hao Yulan was cut into pieces, and she did not recover as quickly as before.
In terms of strength and speed alone, Shi Ji is far inferior to Heigu, but to him, Hao Yulan is simply too easy to deal with.
Shi Ji put away his sword and extended his hand to Heigu in a friendly manner.
"I have helped you today. When I go to your house for a meal next time, can you please stop looking down on me?"
Heigu wagged her tail, walked up to Fan Qingyue, and with her claws she peeled off the metal shell on Fan Qingyue's body. Fan Qingyue, who had been imprisoned for a long time, could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
There were hundreds of small puncture wounds on her body. Just now inside the metal sculpture, her heart was filled with fear and panic. Now that she was rescued, she actually missed that feeling.
When Shi Ji saw her, he suddenly exclaimed, "Ah, it's you, the masochist!"
Fan Qingyue was stunned for a moment. After recognizing Shi Ji's face, a look of horror appeared on her face. She screamed and ran out of the room.
Heigu looked at Shi Ji in confusion.
Shi Ji scratched his buttocks and said, "Well, I once participated in a blessed land with her. I learned that she had a habit of suffering, so I kindly let her suffer a little. Since then, she may have had a psychological trauma towards me..."
Heigu squatted on the ground and scratched her neck with her hind legs.
Perhaps Shi Ji and Fan Qingyue do not have the same understanding of "hardship".
……
Wu Xian woke up from his dream.
It was still the same seat, the same stage, and the same man in costume with a ghost mask on the stage, dancing strange steps and humming creepy songs. Opera troupes usually have the rule that no matter how many people are in the audience, they must finish the show. Now the song has just begun, at least before this song is finished, Wu Xian still has some time to think.
Frankly speaking, although the process of Wu Xian entering this dream was very tortuous, it was more or less voluntary.
Maybe it was influenced by cognitive modification, maybe it was the nature of the lost people, or maybe it was just pure curiosity.
Wu Xian just wanted to visit his hometown again and see what it was like.
The atmosphere on the stage at night was unpredictable and the man with the ghost mask was watching with eager eyes.
But Wu Xian did not feel too much danger. This was his second time here and he was mentally prepared for many things.
First of all, Wu Xian was sure that as long as he killed the ghost-faced man, he could get out of this dream. Although this evil spirit came from Wu Xian’s hometown, it was not unsolvable.
Wu Xian discovered this just now in the experience hall when he found that Heigu did not encounter the second wave of attacks.
In addition, Wu Xian was also convinced that the world in this dream did not really exist. It was just an imaginary space created based on Wu Xian’s hometown.
It is also very simple to confirm this. In Wu Xian's memory, there are countless strange shadows floating in the air in the world of his hometown, but he has come to this stage twice, but he only saw the ghost-faced man, and he couldn't even hear the sound of other evil spirits.
In addition, Du E's appearance at the end allowed Wu Xian to confirm that the outside world was safe.
With the above three discoveries, Wu Xian was not in a hurry to wake up. He wanted to try to explore this dream and find information about his hometown in this dream.
The easiest way to find information is to communicate.
So Wu Xian looked up at the ghost-faced man and said, "Hey, before you paint my face like a ghost, can we have a little chat? So I can die knowingly."
The ghost-masked man said nothing, but simply sped up the tempo of the music.
Wu Xian's mouth twitched. It seemed that this thing had no desire to communicate with humans. It was a purely evil creature that only wanted to complete its mission.
That is to complete its own mechanism and kill Wu Xian at the same time...
Since we can't communicate, we can only find the clues by ourselves. The lyrics of the song sung by the ghost-faced man before tell a simple story.
The Ghost-Faced Man grew up in a theatre troupe. The troupe had a custom that every Ghost Festival they would sacrifice a person and paint this person with a ghost face to protect the other troupe members.
This time it was the Ghost-Masked Man's turn, but he was unwilling to be sacrificed like this. After painting a ghost face, he killed other people in the troupe and became a demon.
The stage was built by the troupe, but there were no cars or tents around it. It was obvious that the troupe members lived somewhere else.
For the convenience of acting, they should live near the town, so there should be villages and towns around!
After thinking it over, Wu Xian looked around and soon found two small paths. He confirmed the direction from the traces left by the troupe members on the road, and then trotted towards that direction.
On the stage, the man with the ghost mask finally finished singing the long song.
He took out a knife and "paint" from his clothes, and appeared in front of the seats in a flash, but was surprised to find that there was nothing under the stage. His target had already crawled into the strange grass.
But the ghost-faced man did not chase Wu Xian angrily. Instead, he danced wildly on the stage, splattering the knife and paint in his hands randomly, and the strange tone echoed in the weird jungle!
(End of this chapter)
