In this bizarre world, I can extract supernatural powers.

Can I find a way to break through this predicament through books?

Upon hearing this, Ding Huan looked enlightened: "I see."

After Xu Bai's explanation, he understood what Xu Bai meant.

The old village chief learned the art of raising treacherous creatures from this book. Since that's the case, let's see if this book can record a way to break the deadlock.

Xu Bai opened the old book and began to read it carefully.

Ding Huan also came closer and watched with Xu Bai.

After watching each other for a while, they could both see the astonishment in each other's eyes when they looked at each other.

The methods of raising treacherous creatures described in this book are extremely bizarre.

It involves not only feng shui and the concept of resentment, but also physiognomy and the principles of mutual generation and restraint of the five elements.

Even more so, it contains many descriptions of divination techniques.

It is very complex, but each one has its own unique insights.

Ding Huan sighed and said, "His ancestors must have been glorious, but unfortunately his descendants were disappointing and ended up like this."

If this book were to circulate, countless people would fight over it.

The old village chief seemed to have lost his mind, sitting on the ground and muttering to himself.

Xu Bai was moved, but he didn't say much and continued reading the book.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn has passed, Xu Bai closed the book and turned his gaze to Ding Huan.

"Give it a try?"

Ding Huan solemnly said, "If we leave the strange creature here, it will lead to indiscriminate slaughter when those with karmic ties die. I think it's worth a try. If we can resolve this crisis, it will be a great merit for both of us."

Most demon hunters fight for merit, but a small number are genuinely dedicated to slaying demons and monsters.

Ding Huan was one such example.

Xu Bai nodded slightly, said nothing more, and walked to the urn.

The book says that dreams are eerie and ethereal, but there is a way to get rid of them.

—Entering a dream.

The one who tied the knot must untie it; since the murder occurred in a dream, then we should eliminate the strangeness within the dream.

As for how to enter a dream, it requires inserting three sticks of yellow incense into the urn containing ashes.

When the incense is lit, it is time to fall asleep.

The book states that, to ensure safety, once this method of entering a dream is performed, any disturbance in the outside world will wake the person from the dream.

Of course, if you encounter something strange in your dream and wake up halfway through, you have a karmic connection with that strange thing.

The supernatural will prioritize eliminating those who enter the dream.

Ding Huan found three sticks of incense in the ancestral hall, opened the urn containing ashes, and inserted the incense sticks inside.

The preliminary preparations are basically complete.

Ding Huan turned to Xu Bai and solemnly asked, "Brother Xu, are you ready?"

Xu Bai glanced at the old village chief who was tied to the pillar and nodded, saying, "Of course, let's enter the dream."

Without wasting words, Ding Huan took out a tinderbox from his pocket and lit three sticks of incense.

Once the incense was lit, the wisps of smoke quickly filled the room, turning it into a foul and unpleasant space.

The moment Xu Bai smelled the yellow fragrance, a wave of dizziness suddenly washed over him.

He felt his consciousness sinking into chaos, yet he could still observe changes in the outside world at all times. It seemed that as long as there was the slightest disturbance, he could awaken from this hazy state of consciousness.

A moment later, the surrounding scene went from clear to blurry, as if someone had splashed a layer of paint on it.

After the image cleared up, Xu Bai opened his eyes and found himself in a festive room.

The room was covered with red cloth, and various "double happiness" characters were pasted all over the windows.

At first glance, it's all red.

However, this festive color carries a hint of gloom.

"Brother Xu, we should already be dreaming."

Ding Huan stood next to Xu Bai, gripping the long sword at his waist: "I never expected the dream to be so magical, that I could even mobilize the power within my body."

Xu Bai also sensed it and found that he could freely mobilize the true qi within his body.

Moreover, he can use many supernatural powers as long as he has a thought.

Just as the two were talking, something unexpected suddenly happened.

A gong and drum sounded, accompanied by mournful music, and the tightly closed door suddenly opened.

Then, stiff paper figures entered the room.

Each paper figure was dressed neatly, but their expressions were incredibly stiff, like those of the dead.

Before Xu Bai and Ding Huan could make a move, the room was already filled with these people.

The funeral music grew increasingly intense, like the beat of drums, each note sending chills down one's spine.

The crowd parted, and a woman in a wedding dress appeared before the two.

Beside the woman in the wedding dress were two paper figures resembling men, standing on either side of her.

Before Xu Bai and his companion could make a move, a sudden wave of dizziness washed over them.

Xu Baifa felt as if there was an extra layer of restraint around his body. Looking through two small holes in front of him, he saw a paper figure on the other side.

The paper figure has two small holes in its face, and at this moment, a pair of eyes are looking at it with astonishment through the holes.

"This...it's burrowed into the paper doll's body?"

Xu Bai frowned.

He never expected such an absurd thing to happen.

Judging from their appearance, they seem to be preparing for a wedding.

Could it be that he and Ding Huan are going to use paper figures to consummate their marriage with this bride?

As I was thinking this, a sinister voice rang out.

"The auspicious day has arrived!"

"I bow to Heaven and Earth!"

Ahead, a paper figure dressed in red stared at Xu Bai and Ding Huan with a sinister smile.

Xu Bai felt his body sway, and under the control of the paper figure, he slowly bent over.

At that moment, Xu Bai caught a glimpse of a woman in a wedding dress and saw her true face.

He had delicate features, but his eyes were bloodshot, giving off a chilling aura.

His fair, paper-like skin was covered with countless wounds and teeth marks.

In particular, his neck was covered with festering sores.

The woman also turned her head to look, her blood-red eyes revealing a bloodthirsty look.

"You can't worship!"

Xu Bai immediately realized what was happening, circulated his internal energy, and unleashed the Yin Wood Thunder Sword Technique.

A sudden burst of lightning burned the paper figure inside to ashes.

On the other side, Ding Huan swung his longsword, tearing the paper figure's restraints.

The moment they broke free, the two attacked the woman in the wedding dress simultaneously.

Thunder and longsword struck the woman in the wedding dress, but she vanished into nothingness in an instant, causing their attacks to miss.

At this moment, the surrounding scenery changed once again.

The room, once filled with both joy and gloom, was gone, replaced by twilight.

As dusk fell, Qianyun Village fell silent.

But in a corner of the village, noise has replaced tranquility.

A long queue was forming in front of a dilapidated wooden house.

A middle-aged man stood at the door, a joyful smile on his face, accepting copper coins from each villager.

Every villager who came out held up his trousers and looked very satisfied.

Inside the wooden house, however, the sound of sobbing could be heard continuously.

Xu Bai tightened his fingers slightly: "Sometimes what you hear and what you see are completely different feelings."

Ding Huan took a deep breath: "The human heart... is more poisonous than the supernatural."

The two looked at each other and remained silent.

At this moment, something unusual happened in the wooden house.