"Knock, knock!"
The knock on the door sounded again, with the same rhythm as before, and the intervals were exactly the same.
It's hard to imagine that a person can control the rhythm to such a fine degree.
Is it my aunt? Zhang Yuanqing had a splitting headache, and his mind was in a daze. He was about to get out of bed to open the door, and the moment he lifted the quilt, his body suddenly froze.
He suddenly thought,
There was no footsteps outside the door
Yes, there were no footsteps. Before the knock on the door, he didn't hear any movement, and for a level 2 Night Wanderer, at such a close distance, even if the door had a weak soundproofing effect, it would not be possible to completely isolate his hearing.
Not an ordinary person! !
Zhang Yuanqing raised one hand, pressed his brain that was throbbing with pain, and thought:
Has someone found out my true identity? Came to the door? Dark Night Rose, or someone from Hei Wuchang, or Taiyi Sect?
At this moment, his body was tense, and adrenaline was secreted crazily, which suppressed the headache for a short time.
"No matter which force it is, it is not good to sneak into my house at this time. I can't fight with them at home, which will affect my aunt and others. I have to find a way to lure them out."
At this moment, the knocking stopped, and then Zhang Yuanqing saw the door handle slowly turning.
"Click"
With the slight sound of the lock tongue popping open, the bedroom door "squeaked" open a gap, and outside the gap was a dark and thick darkness.
Zhang Yuanqing stared at the open door crack, his muscles tensed, he still didn't sense the enemy's breath, and cold sweat broke out on his back.
"Pop!" Suddenly, a dark-skinned hand reached in from the gap, grabbed the door frame, and pushed the door to the maximum.
As the door was roughly pushed open, Zhang Yuanqing finally saw the uninvited guest clearly.
This was a woman with disheveled hair, wearing a dirty white cloak stained with stains, dragging all the way to the ground.
Her standing posture was very strange, crooked, like a puppet with wrong limbs.
In her jet-black right hand, she held a rusty kitchen knife, the blade of which was facing behind her.
Her lush and messy long hair covered her face, and drops of black blood kept dripping between her hair.
This, this look gave me an inexplicable sense of déjà vu, as if I had seen her somewhere before. Zhang Yuanqing suddenly realized, the murderous woman in white? The vengeful spirit in the text message during the day?
Wasn't that a prank? !
He was stunned, and never expected that a spam text message he received during the day would be real?
This is hard to guard against, but if it is a vengeful spirit, I am not afraid. As he was thinking this, the murderous woman in white at the door ran towards him with clumsy and swift steps.
Her posture was very strange, as if she was walking backwards, her body was crooked, and her hands and feet were irrationally twisted.
"Hmph!" Zhang Yuanqing's eyes were dark and he mobilized the power of Taiyin.
His face suddenly changed because he found that he had lost the ability imprinted in his genes and lost the ability to suppress the evil spirits.
At this time, the murderous woman in white trembled and retreated, raised the kitchen knife high, and turned her right arm 180 degrees with a "click". The blade was facing Zhang Yuanqing and slashed down suddenly.
Zhang Yuanqing rolled onto the bed.
Whack.
The kitchen knife chased him and chopped a lot of knife marks on the bed.
Zhang Yuanqing rolled from the bed to the ground, his face became more and more ugly, because he not only lost his skills, but also his physical fitness returned to the level of ordinary people.
He was completely beaten back to his original form.
He couldn't help but think of the description in the text message.
Is this a dream? !
It's not that my skills disappeared, but that I was in a nightmare. My skills and props were all unusable.
Without time to think, he saw the ghost wrapped in dirty robes, and once again raised his knife.
Zhang Yuanqing rolled over again, and heard the sound of elm wood floor breaking. If this knife hit him, his body would be torn apart on the spot.
Fuck. He supported himself with both hands, bounced up from the ground, and rushed to the living room, the entrance, and the security door.
He wanted to escape from this home.
However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't turn the handle of the security door. The lock tongue seemed to be rusted inside the door.
A whistling sound came from behind his head, and Zhang Yuanqing didn't think about it and ducked down suddenly.
Bang!
The kitchen knife flew and embedded into the security door.
Can the kitchen knife be thrown? Zhang Yuanqing swallowed his saliva and subconsciously wanted to pull out the kitchen knife to counter the ghost. He looked up and found that the kitchen knife was gone, and only a deep knife mark was left on the security door.
The murderous woman in white held the kitchen knife again and ran backwards.
Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing walked to the dining table in two or three steps, picked up a high-back chair, and smashed it hard, facing the kitchen knife.
The high-back chair in his hand broke into pieces with a "crack", and the kitchen knife chopped the chair into pieces and chopped Zhang Yuanqing's chest.
The sharp pain came instantly, and the rusty blade cut open his chest and cut off several sternums.
In the dream, he lost his ability to heal himself.
Zhang Yuanqing smelled the smell of death, staggered a few steps, and leaned on the edge of the dining table.
The murderous woman in white trembled backwards and raised the kitchen knife high.
Zhang Yuanqing turned sideways suddenly, and the rusty kitchen knife chopped the dining table with a "huh" and embedded deeply.
The murderous woman in white pulled a few times, but failed to pull it out.
Seizing the opportunity, Zhang Yuanqing endured the pain in his chest, grabbed the high-back chair beside him, and swung it hard at the waist of the vengeful spirit with all his strength.
"Snap!"
The waist of the murderous woman in white was instantly broken, and her waist was twisted strangely, and she fell to the ground.
"Crack! Crack! Crack!"
The vengeful spirit lying on the ground twitched its hands and feet, its head twisted to the left, its hands and feet twisted in opposite directions, its left knee facing right, and its right knee facing left, like a randomly pieced together puppet.
With the sound of "crackling" bones twisting, her waist bounced, her lower body stood up, and her upper body dragged on the ground.
Fuck! Seeing this scene, Zhang Yuanqing's scalp numbed, and he staggered back to the bedroom, covering the knife wound on his chest.
This thing can't kill.
Back in the room, he locked the door and staggered back to the window.
Zhang Yuanqing opened the window and looked out. It was pitch black outside. There were no street lights, no vehicles, and no nearby residential buildings.
If it were in the real world, he would risk jumping on the air conditioner, but this was a dream.
Let's not talk about whether jumping out of the window can save oneself, what if the result of jumping out of the window is death?
What to do?
Unable to escape from the dream, unable to kill the evil spirit, and unable to use skills and props. Zhang Yuanqing fell into a desperate situation.
What's more fatal is that the blood on his chest can't be stopped at all. If this continues, he will die from his injuries in less than ten minutes.
What will happen in reality if he dies in the dream?
He didn't dare to think about it.
Who wants to kill me? I remember that dreams are the domain of illusionists, but illusionists and I have no grudges or intersections
At this time, the door handle turned, and after finding that the door could not be opened, the evil spirit outside seemed very irritable, and the handle was "clicking".
After a few seconds, it stopped again, as if it had given up opening the door.
Suddenly, with a loud "bang", a half-cut kitchen knife protruded from the door panel.
It was in the eyes of Zhang Yuanqing who was splitting the door. Despair emerged, and he glanced out the dark window, considering whether to jump out of the window to fight.
Bang, bang, bang!
As the kitchen knife chopped again and again, the door panel was gradually chopped and the gap became larger and larger.
Finally, with a "clang" sound, the door panel broke into pieces, and the vengeful spirit with disheveled hair, holding a knife, stepped in with a weird posture.