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Chapter 782 Me in My Dream
Gao Ming was surprised that Shan Jun called out his name directly. He did not know that Shan Jun knew Li Sansi. The difference in their status was greater than that between a person and a dog. One was as high and mighty as the blazing sun, while the other was as lowly and dejected as dust.

"Do you know me?" Gao Ming's voice came from Li Sansi's body. He slowly put down the camera. There were no whites or pupils in his eyes, only two completely black holes. It was as if they were windows through which the devil observed the world, or as if they were passages leading to unknown areas.

Countless threads of malice flowed from his eyes, intertwining with the blood-red city patterns, crawling across his cheeks and neck, leaving only his chest untouched.

"I am the unbound will of 'God,' and you bear the curse of the shrine. I once sent people to investigate you. When you were very young, you killed your insane aunt by making a wish to the shrine, cut off your younger brother's hand, and later drowned your stepmother, forcing your father to drown himself in remorse and guilt." The Mountain Lord despised everyone equally, but he gave Li Sansi enough respect. At least he was willing to communicate with Li Sansi and did not brutally kill him from the start.

“My aunt didn’t die; she’s still living in the underground water network, and she’s gone mad. My brother’s hand is still there; all that’s floating in the sewage is a piece of white radish. My memory of my stepmother is a bit hazy; all that’s floating in the river are her and my father’s clothes.” Gao Ming recounted Li Sansi’s memories calmly.

"Then how do you explain the murder of your favorite female celebrity, the mysterious disappearance of your boss who bullied you, and the unhappiness that befalls everyone who gets close to you?" Shan Jun wiped the blood from his fist. "If An Luan was dragged into darkness by Wan Sheng and the Municipal Council, then you are a born evil seed who actively sided with the darkness. After gaining everything, you sacrificed your memories and pretended that nothing happened. You have become so evil that even you can't bear it."

"Really? I'm that bad?" Gao Ming muttered to himself, his gaze completely merging with Li Sansi's.

In the past few days, he has reviewed the Mountain Lord's attack records and read through all the information related to the Mountain Lord. He finally came to a conclusion that only by completely merging with Li Sansi and releasing all his malice can he have a chance to defeat the Mountain Lord.

“Your personality is closest to darkness, cold, bewildered, and incomplete. You are the one who most desires to be ‘god,’ but unfortunately, your strength is too weak. The shrine is the foundation of the dark city, possessing the greatest power, but this power constructs the entire city, and you can probably only borrow less than a tenth of it.” Mountain Lord raised his hand: “I will hollow out your body and make your heart into a pendant.”

The moment the words fell, a sonic boom erupted, and the next instant, the mountain lord appeared before Gao Ming, its five fingers like tiger claws reaching for Gao Ming's heart.

Shan Jun didn't care about martial virtue at all. Fortunately, Gao Ming was also a person with a relatively low moral bottom line and predicted it early on.

The camera in my hand flipped over, and a torrent of malicious screams and cries poured out of the small black box, colliding with the mountain tiger.

The ground shook violently, dust and debris flew everywhere, and Gao Ming was thrown several meters away, his body crashing into the wall.

"Pathetic." Mountain Lord pressed his advantage, giving Gao Ming no chance to catch his breath. Ghostly roars emanated from the nine major acupoints on his body, his body swelled, and countless black worms crawled in the bulging blood vessels. The evil ghost patterns branded on his body changed constantly according to his will.

With each breath, a wave of malice surged forth, and boundless darkness condensed into a vast sea of ​​energy. If the Mountain Lord were to strike with a mere palm, the first forbidden zone would be damaged.

Only by facing the Mountain Lord directly could one truly feel his terror. Even with his fusion with Li Sansi, Gao Ming was at a disadvantage. However, Gao Ming's face showed no panic. Neither the power Li Sansi borrowed from the Dark Shrine nor the Dream Ghost were adept at direct combat. Silently chanting a curse, Gao Ming plunged two fingers into his chest, piercing his heart.

Amidst the excruciating pain, the Blood City Ghost Mark was fully activated, and the malice erupting from Li Sansi was stained crimson.

Amidst Gao Ming's agonizing roar, a phantom of a flesh-and-blood demon, bound by black chains, appeared behind him. Each time he used the power of the flesh-and-blood demon, the binding force of the dark shrine on the flesh-and-blood demon would deepen, and the fusion of the two would accelerate.

Gao Ming understood these principles, and he also had his own plans.

The aroma of meat filled the air, making the evil thoughts even more bizarre. The black and red malice unique to Gao Ming grew wildly, and a bloody and fleshy ghostly phantom, several meters tall, rushed towards the Mountain Lord.

The black and red malice is more terrifying than pure malice. The blood, flesh, ghosts and gods phantoms placed in a real city are enough to pollute an entire block and drive countless people who smell the aroma of meat into madness. However, it has little effect on the Mountain Lord, after all, that guy grew up eating all kinds of poisons and tiger bone soup.

Logically, the illusory figure of flesh and blood should at least be able to fight the Mountain Lord to a draw. However, as soon as the two sides met, the illusory figure of flesh and blood was pierced through. The malevolent body that the Mountain Lord had transformed into was truly proficient in all kinds of martial arts, including Springing Leg, Chaquan, Bafan, Changquan, Mizong, Ditang, Bajiquan, and Pigua. With its malevolent energy surging and blood energy soaring to the sky, the illusory figure of flesh and blood did not even have the power to fight back.

“Their energy levels are the same, but their methods of application and control over their bodies are vastly different.” Gao Ming, whose bloodline was connected to that of the flesh-and-blood demon god, felt as if his bones and meridians were about to be crushed: “Entangle him! Drag him down into the abyss!”

Upon hearing Gao Ming's command, the illusory phantom of flesh and blood merged its massive body with crimson malice and charged toward the Mountain Lord as if committing suicide. In exchange for enduring the Mountain Lord's furious onslaught, it sealed off the Mountain Lord's five senses and dragged it down with it.

"Ridiculous! I thought the fusion of the Dark Shrine and the outsider would create some kind of monster, but all I got was this lump of flesh?" The Mountain Lord was fierce and domineering, and the blood and flesh ghost god phantom could not resist it. Seemingly sensing Gao Ming's terrible situation, huge blood and flesh worms crawled out from the ground, biting the Mountain Lord's body and continuously injecting something into the Mountain Lord's body.

The world before him turned pitch black, and An Luan's memories resurfaced in Shan Jun's mind. They were incredibly real, as if Shan Jun had returned to the past and been reborn when An Luan was at his weakest.

Without a foundation in martial arts, without any fighting skills, without a master's care, and without the opportunity to drink tiger bone soup or eat nourishing medicine, the flesh and worms before him transformed back into a high-speed train, and the phantoms of flesh and ghosts became the gloomy sky. With the transformation between reality and illusion, Shan Jun fell into a dream woven from An Luan's memories.

"This isn't the work of those guys in the Dark Shrine; it must be an outsider using their trump card." Mountain Lord stood amidst countless memories, his body sometimes robust and muscular, sometimes emaciated. It was as if he had countless dreams in an instant, forgetting something in each one.

(End of this chapter)