Nightmare Light

Chapter 81 Thinking Space
May is missing.

Hearing this news, Lin Wang was shocked at first, but quickly forced himself to calm down: "What exactly happened?"

Dog Brother looked very remorseful. "I specially arranged two people! Two good hands! To protect this child... How could she, how could she disappear right under my nose?"

"Those cultists can even be reborn after being torn apart by a white cat. It's not surprising that they can take people away right under your nose. Don't blame yourself."

Lin Wang comforted Dog Brother for a moment, then frowned again: "The key question now is - why did the cultists take Wu Yue away?"

Everyone was silent, no one could answer this question.

However, a feeling of unease emerged in people's hearts.

Lin Wang said nothing, strode to the front of the deep pit, and pulled the cultist out of the pit. In the dent on the latter's face that was hammered by Lin Wang, the wax was wriggling and had mostly recovered.

He was dragged out of the deep pit like a broken sack, with an unbridled smile on half of his face: "Hehehehehe... Is that little girl missing? You want to ask me about her whereabouts?"

"Oh, I didn't expect that even you would not know something..."

Lin Wang didn't say anything, but punched him in the face.

boom!
The cultist's head fell back, and blood from his nose left a trail in the air.

But the laughter in his mouth became more and more rampant.

"Hahahaha! That's all! That's all! I've dedicated my life to a great cause, so a little pain is nothing! Even if you chop me into pieces, you won't get a single word out of me!"

Lin Wang didn't say anything, just punched him one after another.

boom!
boom!
boom!
The northerner's fists were powerful and heavy, and after a few punches, the opponent's face was covered in blood.

Lin Wang said: "I didn't plan to ask, I just wanted to beat you up."

After a few punches, he picked up the cultist who was beaten like a broken sack, his eyes burning with white fire: "If you don't want to tell me, I will get it myself."

The next second, amid the cultists' terrified expressions, the white fire in Lin Wang's eyes surged out, forming a line and flowing into the cultists' eye sockets.

"You, what are you going to do to me!"

"You wish to peer into my soul?"

"As the Master of Prophecy, I am in charge of prophecies. My soul has long been incomparably tough! Don't even think about getting anything from me!"

The prophet felt that almost endless white fire poured into his eyes, penetrated into his mind, and finally rushed into his soul.

The white fire was just as powerful and violent as he remembered, as if it wanted to burn everything, and rushed into his soul space with endless evil aura.

"Humph, indeed impressive... But I was prepared!"

Si Chen let out a strange cry and built up layers of defense in his mind.

In an instant, countless independent thinking spaces opened up out of thin air in his mind, and each thinking space was filled with junk thoughts.

Crazy knowledge, useless gossip, the wails of the dying... and even endless groans.

"Come on! Northerner! The last poor wretch who absorbed these thoughts only lasted three seconds before exploding! I want to see how long you can hold out!"

He laughed and began to pump more mental garbage into the mind space.

The next second, the white flames surged, as if bursting bubbles, shattering all his thinking space and rushing into the deepest part of his soul.

"This... How is this possible!" The prophet screamed in horror, "No one can escape my mind space!"

A terrible sound rumbled deep in his mind.

"Your mindset is indeed very creative, but..."

“Have you heard of the Internet?”

"?"

The next second, white fire surged in and rushed into the depths of his soul.

"Ah!" The prophet screamed first, his tone full of fear and despair.

But in the next second, he suddenly smiled strangely.

"Hehe...you've been fooled!"

"Spiritual Prophecy Soul Lock!"

An endless stream of strange characters suddenly appeared within the prophet's soul space. Some were complex ancient Chu characters, but when combined, they made no sense. Others were even more ancient and complex, forming a meaningless wall that slammed heavily into the white flames. "Huh?!" Lin Wang thundered, his voice a moment of surprise. The next second, his voice was filled with shock and anger. "No... You can actually hurt me!"

The prophet laughed heartily. "I have been hiding for so long, just for this moment! If you were truly "He", there is no way I could hurt you! As expected, my bet was right!"

"Damn it! Bastard!" A thunderous voice roared angrily and quickly withdrew from the soul space of the prophet.

In reality, Lin Wang took two steps back and looked at the prophet in disbelief: "You... are hiding so deeply?!"

The white cat was startled, stood up straight, and stared at Lin Wang: "Lin Wang! Are you hurt?"

"I suffered a little loss." Lin Wang waved his hands, frowning and looking grim. "It's okay, I can handle him."

As he spoke, a ball of white fire surged from his hand.

Si Chenshi's face had completely healed. He tilted his shoulders left and right and grinned, "You can handle me? Think about how to save yourself first! Normal medicine can't heal the wounds of the soul!"

When the white cat heard what the prophet said, it immediately became furious, arched its back, bared its teeth, and growled at the other party.

After yelling a few times, she suddenly realized something, turned her head to look at Lin Wang, was stunned for a moment, and her expression became much calmer.

But the next second, she shuddered again and started to "whine" at the cultists again.

The prophet did not notice the cat girl's strange behavior. He just sneered and took a few steps back. Suddenly, he turned into a pool of wax and melted and collapsed.

At the same time, the real body appeared dozens of meters away, laughed strangely, turned into a ball of yellow smoke, and dissipated and flew away.

Old Joe and Dog Brother came over.

"Brother Lin!" "Brother Lin!"

"Are you OK!"

Old Qiao's face was extremely grim: "Did your soul get hurt by that evil cultist? This is troublesome..."

Dog asked him, "Is it difficult to repair the soul?"

"Soul-related techniques only exist in ancient texts... Perhaps the temple still preserves some, but in all these years, I haven't heard of anyone actually mastering them."

"Ah! What should we do? Brother Lin won't become a retard!"

"..." Lin Wang's face trembled, "When did I say my soul was hurt?"

"Didn't that cultist just say that your soul..."

“That’s his one-sided statement, okay?” Lin Wang rolled his eyes. “I didn’t…”

At this time, the cat girl interrupted him: "Lin Wang, did Meow act like a real person just now?"

What does it look like... Such over-the-top acting, it almost got exposed...

Lin Wang rubbed the cat girl's head and said, "Well acted, very realistic."

The cat narrowed its eyes and nudged his palm hard: "When will you catch the mouse?"

Old Joe and Gou Ge were stunned: "What performance? What performance?"

"To put it simply, I was faking my injury just now so that he could lead us to the true location of the sacrificial formation." Lin Wang pointed in the direction the cultists had fled, two faint white flames flickering in his eyes, "and rescue Wu Yue."

"Oh." The dog nodded blankly, and suddenly seemed to think of something, and asked the white cat, "Oh, that's not right! Miss Cat, the question is, how did you know?"

"Meow sometimes deliberately lets mice go and then catches them again!" The cat girl said confidently, "Lin Wang's behavior just now was exactly like catching a mouse!"

As she spoke, she was afraid that Gou Ge didn't understand, so she knelt on all fours and half closed her eyes: "Look, aren't they exactly the same!"

Dog Brother looked at the cat girl on all fours, then at the tall and burly Lin Wang, who was over two meters tall. "Uh... they do look alike."

Lin Wang waved his hand, interrupting the dog brother and cat girl: "Okay, let's talk about the important things."

He pointed to his forehead and said, "I just fought with that 'prophet' in the soul space for a while and learned some things."

"That guy is very powerful. He has made a strict defense in his brain. However... I still figured out the purpose of the sacrificial formation."

He paused, raised his hand and pointed to the distant horizon.

"They wanted to make a hole there and drag the entire city of the Mist Tribe into this dream."

(End of this chapter)