Chapter 927: Chapter 174: Really Can’t Bring Myself to Do It
When Wang Yunxiao arrived at the entrance of New Asia Hospital, what he saw was utter chaos, a horrifying scene of bodies scattered everywhere.
And, at this mont, the scorched black shadow spreading across the sky.
What on earth? Who brought the Holy Grail from Liudong Temple?
How are Li Mumu and her mother? How could giving birth create such a huge commotion?
Just as he was about to go in and see if there were any survivors, the sound of annihilation suddenly reached his ears.
“The timing is just right.”
What do you an the timing is just right? Aren’t you very fond of talking? Why beco a cryptic speaker now?
“At the end of the second year of Ming Country, this special temporal node, the most impactful event for this city is not the birth of a certain baby but the appearance of three witches.”
“Huh?”
“Listen closely, her crying voice.”
“Huh?”
What do you want to hear?
Wang Yunxiao thought to himself, don’t tell all this, where’s the weird thing? Where’s the health bar? Where’s the skip-cutscene button?
I’m nearly getting overwheld here, who has the mood to listen to your babble.
Then he really heard so kind of sound.
A sound like a sharp blade tearing through the curtain.
The scorched black shadow in the sky tore apart, with countless drops of foul-slling blood falling like rain.
The hair on the back of Wang Yunxiao’s neck stood up, and he instinctively dodged to the side, just to see a flash of blade light cross in front of him.
What the heck? Blood Dripper?
Wang Yunxiao looked closely and found that it was actually a uniquely shaped octagonal palace lamp.
Indeed very peculiar, with blades on all eight corners, spinning like a blood dripper.
What kind of good person would use such a sinister weapon?
Before he could figure out what this thing actually was, a shadow quietly fell above his head.
Wang Yunxiao turned his sword back and stabbed.
Sparks flew as the sharp nails clashed against the blade of the Sword of Impermanence.
“Hee hee…”
The familiar voice sent a jolt to Wang Yunxiao’s heart, making his movents a beat slower, allowing the sharp nails to rcilessly slash at his carotid artery.
A flash of blood appeared, and Wang Yunxiao stepped back several steps, clutching his neck, looking uncertainly at the red-clad girl appearing before him.
Li Mumu?
No! My Li Mumu doesn’t look like this!
The woman before him, dressed in a bright red feather garnt, with white hair and red eyes like a fierce ghost, exuded an evil aura from head to toe that was nauseating, and the unabashed malice spilling from her bloody eyes was suffocating.
“She has gone mad.”
Annihilation whispered softly in his ear.
No need to remind , I can tell!
Who the heck summarized that saying ‘darkening increases tenfold, whitening weakens by three points’ as nonsense?
This is far more than a tenfold increase!
Wang Yunxiao watched the mad girl in front of him with mixed feelings.
Feeling a bit like seeing his pet guinea pig, after being fed for a year, beco a two-thousand-pound behemoth.
“Li Mumu! Did you eat rat poison?”
What responded to him was a nearly pathological laugh and the rapidly spinning octagonal palace lamp.
With a tearing sound, even though Wang Yunxiao dodged in ti, he couldn’t completely evade the blades of the palace lamp, which instantly cut open his armor, leaving a gash under his ribs as well.
Hiss… Is this thing insanely sharp?
My skin now can’t even be pierced by a Liuyun Rifle!
“What are you dodging for?”
Annihilation sneered: “When you swung your sword at back then, you didn’t even dodge, why suddenly acting tender and delicate now?”
How can it be the sa?
Wang Yunxiao thought, what’s wrong with playing a little timid in front of my future wife? Who is she, and who are you?
Although he had seen people impersonating Li Mumu before, Wang Yunxiao was very sure that this white-haired ghost girl was indeed Li Mumu herself.
It was a kind of intuition.
At this mont, the spinning octagonal palace lamp flew back to the front of the red-clothed woman ghost, who suddenly grasped her head with both hands, letting out a non-human screech to the sky.
The piercing screech spread like ultrasound, almost tearing Wang Yunxiao’s eardrums to pieces.
An invisible force swept over Wang Yunxiao, spreading outwards with her as the center.
“She is distorting reality.”
“Huh?”
Wang Yunxiao felt like he had said the word “huh” the most tonight.
Sister, can you speak in Chinese, I didn’t even graduate middle school, I can’t understand this.
“Relax your willpower, you’re anchored too deep; supernatural phenona can’t shake your mind.”
“How do I relax?”
“Have a drink?”
“In this situation, where do you expect to find alcohol?”
Wang Yunxiao almost laughed in exasperation, but suddenly he rembered sothing and took a glance at his notebook.
“Detected dical alcohol, distance 35…”
Alright, alright, this is the most useful suggestion you’ve given!
The sharp screech of the red-clothed woman ghost continued, as though emitting an endless emanation of her strength like a radiation source.
Wang Yunxiao covered his ears and dashed into the ergency room of New Asia Hospital, found a bottle labeled alcohol, and started chugging it down.
This stuff was too strong, with a swallow, he felt like his esophagus was on fire.
Alcohol wasn’t ant for drinking, a normal person might have fallen to their knees on the spot.
Two dim purple flas burst forth from Wang Yunxiao’s eyes, and the world before him underwent a montous change.
In a half-drunken stupor, he saw Dreamland.
The Netherworld and Dreamland are unique Outer Dinsions perating all dinsions, including the Real World.
This was a concept he had learned before.
The Netherworld is a resting place for the souls of the deceased.
And Dreamland, a sea ford by collective unconsciousness.
At this mont, Dreamland was akin to Hell.
From the perspective of the Real World, Wang Yunxiao could only see the red-clothed woman ghost’s sharp screech, but in Dreamland, this power was materialized.
It was the Curse of the Demon.
A seemingly endless stream of demon curses pouring out of her, twisting and altering the awareness of collective unconsciousness in Dreamland.
It was a horrendous Blood River.
A terrifying six-ard, three-headed Fiery Mother Buddha ditating on a Lotus Platform made of Hellfire, surrounded by countless red-clad won uttering incantations in praise of Mother of No Birth, raising their blades toward the innocent populace.
“These ignorant won, under the temptation of the evil Buddha, killed all their relatives, dyed their robes with the fresh blood to trade for Hell’s power. During their active dark era, hundreds of thousands of innocents were massacred in the mortal world, their blood converging into a long river…”
In people’s Dreamland, mories concerning the Red Lantern Society were forcibly distorted and modified. The white-haired red-robed woman ghost wantonly harvested their fear in Dreamland, with each fragnt of fear becoming her strength.
If she continued distorting it like this, Dreamland would beco sothing more than just a dream.
“This…what to do?”
“What else can you do? It’s about whether you want to or not.”
Annihilation’s words hit straight to the point.
The answer is quite simple, who cares about all this, just beat her up first.
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