Spirit Realm Walker

Xiahou Aotian said calmly:

"Girl, don't be surprised. It's just a joke. It's hard to find someone to accompany you in the wild mountains here, so my words are a bit frivolous. I hope the girl won't take it off."

He stirred the charcoal fire with a wet dead branch to get sparks, and said:

"Come over quickly and warm yourself by the fire. Don't get cold."

The beautiful woman then softened her expression, politely thanked him, and sat down by the charcoal fire.

Heavy rain continued to fall, dark clouds piled up, and the sky was dim, like night.

The woman shivered for a moment, and her face gradually turned rosy.

Xiahou Aotian glanced at the basket, which contained some very common herbs, some for treating bruises, some for treating wind and cold, and some for resolving phlegm and moisturizing the lungs.

The S-level dungeons are filled with ordinary herbs, so there are no heavenly materials or earthly treasures! Xiahou Aotian muttered disappointedly in his heart.

"The girl is a medicine farmer from a nearby village?" Xiahou Aotian took the initiative to start a conversation:

"In the barren mountains and ridges, there are no bandits but also wild beasts. Why do you let a woman like you go into the mountains to collect medicine?"

The woman sighed, "My father went to the mountains to collect herbs a few days ago and broke his leg. There are two younger brothers and sisters at home, so I had to go to the mountains to collect herbs in exchange for some money."

Xiahou Aotian asked again: "Do you have any rich relatives in your family?"

The woman shook her head.

Xiahou Aotian said "Oh", pondered for a few seconds, and suddenly pointed behind the woman and said:

"Look there!"

The woman looked back subconsciously.

Xiahou Aotian took the opportunity to raise the machine crossbow, aimed at the woman's chest, and pulled the trigger.

"Boom!"

The bow string was clear, and the crossbow arrow pierced deeply into the woman's chest. The blood quickly spread and dyed her clothes red.

The young woman turned her head and looked at Xiahou Aotian in disbelief. She immediately fell over and died with her eyes wide open.

Xiahou Aotian took out the medicinal materials from the woman's basket and put them into his own basket so that he could exchange them for some money when he got into Chang'an.

His logic for killing women is very simple. This place is not far from Chang'an, only a day's journey away. Since entering Chang'an is a side mission, there must be dangers along the way.

During a day's journey, all NPCs encountered may be enemies with ulterior motives.

Shooting a woman is tantamount to nipping the danger in the bud.

If you kill the wrong one, it is a copy NPC anyway, so it will be refreshed next time.

The only thing that needed to be confirmed was that killing the girl would not actively trigger a crisis, so he just asked the girl if she had any wealthy relatives, and got a negative answer.

As steady as an old dog!

Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly heard a knock on the door, two "dong dong" sounds, which were sudden and strange in the silent rain curtain.

Immediately, a woman's soft voice came from outside the door:

"Sir, I am a nearby herb farmer. I went into the mountains to collect herbs. Suddenly there was a heavy rain. I wanted to go to the temple to take shelter." A woman's soft voice came from outside the door.

The voice outside the door was exactly the same as the girl he hunted just now, and even the lines were the same.

Xiahou Aotian's face slowly froze, and he suddenly looked at the girl who shot him. His pupils shrank immediately, and the girl's body disappeared...

At this time, the woman outside the door said:

"Is there anyone inside? The slave family is coming in."

Xiahou Aotian felt a chill in his heart. He stared at the palace door and tightened his grip on the crossbow.

What he expected was correct, women were the danger on his way to Chang'an, but what he didn't expect was that the girl who had been shot and killed actually came again.

"Dong dong, dong dong..."

The knocking on the door continued, and the woman outside the door asked again: "Master, is the master inside? The slave family is coming in."

Seeing that Xia Hou Aotian in the hall never responded, the woman outside the door seemed to be anxious, and her tone became urgent and a bit sad:

"Open the door, why don't you open the door? I know you're inside and you haven't left yet. If you don't open the door, I'm really going to come in..."

Didn't you just open the door and come in by yourself? Xiahou Aotian cursed in his heart, and the hairs on his back stood up quietly.

"Why don't you open the door, why do you do this to me, why do you do this to me..." The woman outside the palace door screamed more and more sadly, losing the softness and charm just now.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The doors and windows shook violently, making constant "clang" sounds, and it seemed like there were people standing outside.

"Kill me!" the girl outside the door said bitterly.

Xiahou Aotian tensed his body and aimed his crossbow directly at the palace door. As long as the woman outside dared to come in, she would be rewarded with an armor-piercing arrow.

At this time, the vibration of the doors and windows stopped, and there was silence outside the hall, except for the sound of pattering rain.

The girl outside seemed to be gone.

gone? Afraid of being shot by me again? Well, I have to leave quickly, I can’t stay here any longer! Xiahou Aotian immediately ran towards Shouma, planning to leave this weird ruined temple immediately.

As soon as he got close to the thin horse, he suddenly felt something moving in the basket, and there were vaguely long hairs.

The light was dim. Xia Hou Aotian leaned over and took a closer look. He saw a woman's head in the basket, with the back of the head facing him, squirming slightly.

As if sensing someone was watching, his head turned around, revealing a blue and black face, with bleeding from all the orifices, black lips, and scary white pupils staring straight at Xiahou Aotian.

"You kill me..." A vicious and sad voice came.

Xiahou Aotian's heart tightened and he stepped back repeatedly. He felt the hair on his body stood up and fear filled his heart.

But before he took a few steps back, he bumped into something behind him. When he looked back in panic, his pupils shrank and his heart stopped.

Behind him is a headless corpse, wearing the same clothes as the girl just now.

Xiahou Aotian's adrenaline surged, his scalp was numb, and he instinctively raised his machine crossbow to shoot at the headless corpse.

The armor-piercing arrow sank into the chest of the corpse.

However, this already dead body was not affected in any way. He raised his right hand with black nails, grabbed Xiahou Aotian's neck, and picked him up.

Xiahou Aotian kicked his legs in the air, his face was red due to lack of oxygen, his eyeballs were bloodshot, and his tongue was spitting out bit by bit.

The power of the headless female corpse is extremely powerful, and with his current physique, he is unable to resist it at all.

Behind him, from the basket on the horse's back, a shrill and vicious voice came:

"You kill me, you kill me..."

Xiahou Aotian's consciousness gradually became blurred, and his kicking legs became weaker and weaker.

At this moment, a cool force came from his thumb, like a bucket of cold water or a piece of solid ice, bringing a stimulation that made the soul shiver.

Xia Hou Aotian suddenly "awakened", why didn't I resist? Why am I so afraid of a corpse? Why don't I use inventory items?

Only then did he realize that he had fallen into an illusion.

Only illusion can turn spiritual practitioners into fearful ordinary people, dominated by emotions and losing their calm judgment and reason.

The power coming from the ring helped him break the illusion.

This is exactly the weakness of illusion. As long as a third party intervenes, the illusion will be self-defeating.

Xiahou Aotian opened his eyes suddenly and found that he had fallen asleep lying beside the charcoal fire at some point. It was windy and rainy outside, and the thin horse stood obediently by the bonfire, with his head hanging down, snoring from time to time.

There was no knock on the door outside the hall, and there was no woman inside the hall.

Everything just now seemed like a dream.

But the pain from his neck told him that this was not a dream. He had just fallen into an illusion and almost strangled himself in his dream.

"Old thing, old thing..." He lowered his head and stared at his finger, calling repeatedly.

The old man didn't respond.

Since entering the dungeon, he has lost contact with the alchemists of the Qin Dynasty.

Although he was sealed by the copy, he could detect the movement in the outside world, so at the critical moment, he conveyed the power of the extraordinary realm to wake me up? Xiahou Aotian had a clear realization.

He stopped talking to the old man and began to think about what he had encountered.

The only professions in the illusion field are the Night Walker and the Illusionist.

What he saw and heard just now, and the crisis he encountered, were all in dreams. From a professional perspective, he should be a dream master.

But to be honest, if it was the Dream Master, even with the help of the old man, he would not be able to escape from the dream.

Xiahou Aotian's eyes scanned the hall, and his thoughts changed rapidly:

I have the ability to dream, and I have not yet reached the saint stage. I use supernatural elements to scare people, but what I am most afraid of is not ghosts...unless the other party's ability to create illusions is limited...

He is obviously not strong, but he can enter my dream?

There is a contradiction between the strength shown by the enemy and the characteristics shown.

"If you are not strong, it is impossible to affect me in the temple from too far away. It must be nearby..." Xiahou Aotian opened the inventory, took out a black ghost face mask, and put it on his face.

This is a prop for the illusionist profession, and its main functions are "emotional manipulation" and "mental attack."

He does not hesitate to activate his "emotional manipulation" ability. The other party may have special methods to hide it, but emotions cannot be hidden.

Xiahou Aotian looked around and found nothing unusual in the palace, so he opened the palace door, stood under the eaves, and scanned the front yard carefully.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed.

In the corner of the front yard, where there were overgrown weeds, I saw clouds of black "thick smoke" rising from the soil.

It's resentment!

At this moment, Xiahou Aotian understood everything.

Buried in the temple is a woman who died unjustly. Her resentment persisted and she turned into a ghost, instinctively devouring travelers who entered the temple.

Xia Hou Aotian opened the inventory, took out a long knife, strode into the rain curtain, came to the corner where resentment was rising, and used the knife as a shovel to dig up the mud.

Layers of soil were turned over, ten centimeters, half a meter, one meter... there was a "click" sound from the tip of the knife, and a corpse was revealed in the mud.