The thing crawling out from under the bed, its body slender like a snake, yet with the Celestial Eye, Sun Yan could still tell that this was supposed to be a living person.
Its arms were completely sewn to the sides of its waist, flesh connected, stitched together with needle and thread.
Wherever this creature crawled, it left a trail of blood on the ground, causing Sun Yan to quietly raise the Golden Halberd, ready to strike this human-like yet ghostly thing at any mont.
"Mm!"
"Mm!"
The figure turned its head towards Sun Yan, emitting a low mournful groan.
"Son... son... son..."
Sun Yan stepped closer for a better look, faintly discerning that the figure seed to be a woman, but her lips had long been cut off; all her teeth had been plucked out, leaving only a round, dark cavity devoid of a tongue, which sent a shiver down his spine.
However, setting aside the grotesque mouth, one could find that the woman had a rather good appearance, with delicate features.
Despite wearing just a few ragged cloth pieces, as she writhed and crawled, her voluptuous figure was still visible.
Yet perhaps due to her age, her skin was rough and wrinkled, sowhat diminishing her own allure.
"Who are you?" Sun Yan asked out loud.
"My son... my son... where..."
The woman suddenly stood up from the ground, letting out a mournful howl.
Instantly, the room beca windless and self-moving; the cabinet doors trembled incessantly, items fell off the table, and the curtains at the window fluttered nonstop.
The woman opened her mouth wide, stretching to an unimaginable extent, biting towards Sun Yan.
Without another word, Sun Yan struck out with the Golden Halberd, simultaneously pressing the Nine Dragon Five Thunder Seal onto the woman's face.
Black smoke overflowed, the woman instantly let out a miserable scream, unwillingly collapsing to the ground.
From her body, a pale specter floated out, revealing itself as a pale-faced, dark-eyed nun with a horse-like face.
Witnessing Sun Yan's extraordinary skills, the specter hastily tried to escape through the window, but Sun Yan reacted faster, directly stamping the Nine Dragon Five Thunder Seal on its back.
Lightning burst forth, the horse-faced nun imdiately scread wretchedly, disintegrating into ashes and losing its soul.
Turning into grayish smoke, it floated into Sun Yan's seven orifices.
...
Downpour, dilapidated house.
The entire Nightingale Town was enveloped in a fierce storm, thunder rolling.
Torrential rains fell from the sky, draping Nightingale Town in a sheet of rain.
"What's this?"
Sun Yan, astonished, looked around, realizing that he had neither the Golden Halberd nor the Nine Dragon Five Thunder Seal in hand, clearly having unknowingly fallen into a dreamscape once again.
Within the dream, Sun Yan's abilities are greatly restricted, which was not good news.
Seeing the old, illuminated house by the roadside, Sun Yan sighed heavily and walked over quickly.
No matter what tricks Franklin was up to, this ti he would thoroughly eliminate him, preventing any continued harm.
Upon entering the house, Sun Yan saw an old oil lamp on the table.
Sitting beside the table were a mother and son, both very tall, blissfully eating a can of luncheon at.
"Mom, eat more; I'm not hungry." Franklin said to the woman beside him.
Just as he finished speaking, his stomach growled uncontrollably.
The woman gently scooped a large portion of luncheon at into Franklin's bowl: "Eat up, you are the only man in the family now, you need to eat more to have strength. You have to look for a job tomorrow; how can you find one without energy?"
Sun Yan puzzlingly watched this mother-son duo; Franklin at this mont appeared as a twenty-sothing white youth, looking nothing like a murderous Evil Spirit.
Then, amidst the storm outside, ca hurried footsteps, sounding nurous.
Sun Yan turned around to see over a dozen simply dressed white n braving the rain outside the house. As they entered the decrepit house, their eyes glinted wickedly upon seeing the woman.
"Mrs. Franklin, we saw the town was hit by such a big rain and ca over to fix your house. Is your place leaking?"
The leading man smiled slyly, rubbing his hands as he walked toward the woman.
Sun Yan's eyes widened; this person was Mr. Laurence, and his manner seed oblivious to Sun Yan's presence by the door.
He, along with the group, headed straight for the woman.
"What are you doing?!" Franklin, sensing sothing amiss, promptly blocked his mother's front, grabbing a sickle from the table and rebuking the group in dissatisfaction.
"Franklin, don't be impulsive." The woman hurriedly stood up, restrained Franklin's arm, cautiously addressing the group of uninvited guests: "If you wish to avoid injury, leave imdiately. Even if you outnumber us, if we fight to the death, you won't gain much."
"Heheheh! Mrs. Franklin, look at your threats, how laughable. What gives you such confidence—your son's sickle? Sorry, it seems even worse than my grandmother's teeth."
Laurence drew a dagger from behind his waist, threatening dismissively: "If you don't want your son to bleed, make him leave the house imdiately. Just stay behind to keep us company for a while, and we'll each give you and your son a can of luncheon at. You've only been in our town for a short while, but life must be tough for you, right?"
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