spirit walker

Chapter 98
"Dong dong!"

The knock on the door rang again, with exactly the same rhythm as before, and the intervals were exactly the same.

It's hard to imagine that people can control the rhythm to such a fine level.

Is it my aunt?Zhang Yuanqing had a splitting headache and his mind was muddled. He was about to get out of bed and open the door, and the moment he lifted the quilt, his body froze suddenly.

It occurred to him suddenly,
People outside the door, no footsteps
Yes, there were no footsteps, and he didn't hear any movement before the knock on the door, and for a level 2 night wandering god, such a short distance, even if the door has a weak sound insulation effect, it is impossible to completely isolate him hearing.

Not ordinary people! !
Zhang Yuanqing raised one hand, pressed the throbbing brain, thinking:

Someone found out my real identity?Touching the door?The rose of the dark night, or the person of black impermanence, or the Taiyimen?
At this moment, his body tensed up, adrenaline was secreted wildly, and he suppressed the headache for a short time.

"No matter which side it is, sneak into my house at this time, the person who comes is not good, I can't fight with the other party at home, it will affect my aunt and the others, try to lure it out."

At this moment, the knocking on the door stopped, and then Zhang Yuanqing saw the doorknob turning slowly.

"Click"

Amidst the slight sound of the latch springing open, the bedroom door squeaked open a gap, and outside the gap was pitch black and dense darkness.

Zhang Yuanqing stared at the open door, his muscles tensed up. He still didn't sense the enemy's breath, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

"Crack!" Suddenly, a dark-skinned hand came in through 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.

It was a disheveled woman in a white, dirty, stained cloak that dragged down to the ground.

Her standing posture is very strange, crooked, like a puppet with limbs misspelled.

She held a rusty kitchen knife in her jet-black right hand, the blade of the kitchen knife was facing her back.

Lush and messy long hair covered her face, and drops of pitch-black blood kept dripping between the strands of her hair.

This, this appearance has an inexplicable sense of déjà vu, as if where has Zhang Yuanqing suddenly awakened, a murderous woman in white?The wraith in the text message during the day?

Isn't that a prank? !
His face was full of astonishment. He never expected that a spam text message he received during the day was actually true?
It's hard to guard against, but if it's a resentful spirit, I'm not afraid. Just as he was thinking so, the murderous woman in white at the door ran towards him with clumsy and quick steps.

Her posture was weird, as if she was walking backwards. While walking, her body was crooked, and her hands and feet were twisted unreasonably.

"Huh!" Zhang Yuanqing's eyes were dark and surged, mobilizing the power of the sun.
His face suddenly changed, because he found that he had lost the ability imprinted in his genes, and lost the suppression of resentful spirits.

At this time, the murderous woman in white came tremblingly backwards, raised the kitchen knife high, turned her right arm 180 degrees "Kaka", the blade pointed towards Zhang Yuanqing, and cut it down suddenly.

Zhang Yuanqing rolled on the bed.

Aggressive.
The kitchen knife chased after him, leaving scars on the bed.

Zhang Yuanqing rolled from the bed to the ground, his face became more and more ugly, because not only did he lose his skills, but his physical fitness also returned to the level of ordinary people.

Completely beaten back to its original form.

He couldn't help but think of the description in the text message.

This is a dream? !
It's not that my skills have disappeared, but that I'm in a nightmare where my skills and props are all unusable.

Before he had time to think about it, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the wraith wrapped in dirty robes, raising his knife again.

Zhang Yuanqing rolled over again, and heard the sound of the elm floor breaking in his ears. If he was hit by this knife, his body would be separated on the spot.

Fuck. He braced his hands, bounced off the ground, and quickly rushed to the living room, to the porch, and to the security door.

He wants to escape from this house.

However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't turn the handle of the anti-theft door, and the bolt seemed to be rusted inside the door.

The whistling sound came from behind his head, and without thinking about it, Zhang Yuanqing suddenly fell short.

Bang!
The kitchen knife whirled and embedded in the anti-theft door.

Can the kitchen knife still be thrown?Zhang Yuanqing swallowed, and subconsciously wanted to pull out the kitchen knife to fight against the wraith. When he raised his head suddenly, he found that the kitchen knife was gone, leaving only a deep knife mark on the anti-theft door.

And the murderous woman in white held the kitchen knife again and ran backwards.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing came to the dining table in two or three steps, picked up the high-back chair, slammed it hard, and faced the kitchen knife.

The high-back chair in his hand shattered, and the kitchen knife shattered the chair, hitting Zhang Yuanqing's chest.

Severe pain came instantly, and the rusty blade sliced ​​open his chest and severed several sternums.

In the dream, he lost his self-healing ability.

Zhang Yuanqing smelled death, staggered a few steps, and leaned against the edge of the dining table.

The murderous woman in white walked back tremblingly, holding the kitchen knife high.

Zhang Yuanqing turned sideways fiercely, and the rusty kitchen knife slashed on the dining table, deeply embedded in it.

The murderous woman in white pulled it out 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, pulled up all his strength, and swung Wraith Ling's waist hard.

"Snapped!"

The waist of the white-clothed murderer snapped instantly, her waist twisted strangely, and she fell to the ground.

"Crack! Kick! Kick!"

The wraith lying on the ground twitched his hands and feet, his head turned to the left, his hands and feet turned in opposite directions, his left knee turned to the right, and his right knee turned to the left, like a doll that had been put together indiscriminately.

With the sound of "Kaka" bones twisting, her waist flicked, her lower body stood up, and her upper body dragged on the ground.

Fuck!Seeing this scene, Zhang Yuanqing's scalp was numb, he clutched the knife wound on his chest, and staggered back to the bedroom.

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, with no street lights, no vehicles, and no nearby residential buildings.

If it was in the real world, he would take the risk of jumping outside the air conditioner, but this is a dream.

Not to mention whether jumping out of a window can save oneself, what if the end of jumping out of a window is death?

How to do?
Can't escape the dream, can't kill the wraith, and can't use skills and props. Zhang Yuanqing is in a desperate situation.

What was even more deadly was that the blood on his chest could not be stopped at all. If this continued, within 10 minutes, he would have died from his injuries.

What happens in reality when you die in a dream?

He dared not think about it.

Who is going to kill me?I remember that dreams are the domain of illusionists, but I have no enmity or intersection with illusionists
At this time, the doorknob was turned, and after finding that the door could not be opened, the wraith outside seemed very irritable, and the twisted handle made a "clicking" sound.

After a few seconds, it stopped again, seemingly giving up on opening the door.

Suddenly, there was a loud "bang", and half of the kitchen knife protruded from the door panel.

Despair appeared in Zhang Yuanqing's eyes, and he glanced out of the dark window, considering whether to jump out of the window and give it a try.

Bang bang bang!
As the kitchen knife slashed again and again, the door panel was gradually smashed, and the gap became bigger and bigger.

Finally, with a bang, the door panel was torn apart, and the wraith with disheveled hair stepped in with a strange posture, carrying a knife.

PS: Didn’t I feel tired yesterday, I was so lethargic, I woke up and found that it was almost noon, I quickly slurped a few mouthfuls of food, and started typing.

The number of words is a little less, forgive me, I will make it up tonight.

(End of this chapter)