My vampire princess wants to repay a debt of gratitude.

On the wasteland, a tall man in white robes and a young girl continued their journey, except that the man in white robes now carried a white cat in his arms.

Lin Mo finally got to enjoy the treatment of the Nine-Tailed Fox, and it didn't feel bad at all.

If Ye Zimo were at her current speed, she could quickly traverse this wasteland of consciousness. Unfortunately, she had to act like a normal guide and couldn't go too fast.

Lin Mo looked to his left and right and found that on other white wastelands connected to the girl's consciousness, there were also people in white robes. They were like points of light, each with a black dot, slowly moving in different directions.

But Wang Xiaoyun seemed unable to see; she could only stay in the wasteland of her subconscious, unable to see others.

Lin Mo, as an outsider, saw things very clearly.

“I came here when I was a child. This place is very big, and it’s hard to walk out in a day.”

Wang Xiaoyun suddenly said dejectedly.

"How young were you then?"

"About three or four years old."

"That's right. You're all grown up now, and your legs have gotten longer. You'll definitely be able to go out and explore."

Lin Mo's words restored the girl's confidence. She clenched her little fist and nodded, "Yes, I hope my mom and dad are waiting for me at the exit."

Lin Mo wanted to remind the girl not to overthink things, and during this time, Ye Zimo remained silent, probably to match the image of the man in white robes, or perhaps because she simply didn't like to talk.

I don't know how long I walked, but it seemed like I had reached the end of the wasteland.

The girl saw a middle-aged man pushing a wheelchair, in which a young woman was sitting.

She saw Wang Xiaoyun and stretched out her hands.

Wang Xiaoyun's eyes suddenly reddened, and tears and snot flowed uncontrollably.

Chapter 199 The End of the Wasteland

Wang Xiaoyun was about to rush over and into her mother's and father's arms.

Her parents stood on the road, waving at her. Not far behind the road, she could see many rows of houses of varying heights. These houses were all built uniformly in the village, the tallest being three stories and the shortest one story, all with the same style, with the aim of turning the village into a tourist resort.

"We've made it out, we've made it out."

Wang Xiaoyun was overjoyed, and this joy was reflected on her face. She cried and laughed at the same time, feeling that this was the happiest moment in her ordinary life.

Of course, having gone through something like this, her life is already extraordinary.

At least if she told anyone about this, no one would believe her.

Most people who are not believed are extraordinary people.

Ye Zimo reached out and grabbed Wang Xiaoyun, who was running forward.

She turned around and saw Lin Mo, who had transformed into a white cat, also shaking his head.

In Lin Mo's eyes, these were not Wang Xiaoyun's parents, but a dream weaver. Its body was in a semi-transparent liquid form, crawling on the wasteland. It had many illusory faces on its body, and the features of these faces were constantly changing. It seemed to be able to transform into anyone, yet it also seemed to have no features at all.

Lin Mo felt a chill run down his spine; it was this kind of dream weaver who almost ate him alive.

It seems to be a very common monster in the wasteland, which is why you encounter one from time to time.

The rows of houses behind them are actually monsters, and these monsters seem to be trying their best to disguise themselves. Some are holding down their tentacles, and some are covering their mouths to make themselves look more like houses.

The dream weaver and these monsters are working together!

This proved that they were all intelligent beings, which made Lin Mo even more alarmed.

"These are my mom and dad."

Wang Xiaoyun said excitedly that she couldn't wait to run to the Dream Weaver's big mouth, as if that was the only safe place.

She had had enough of living in fear in this wasteland. Her mind was constantly on edge, like a rubber band stretched to its limit, ready to break at any moment.

Lin Mo could sense her emotions because he had once been in that state of despair.

The truth is often hard to accept.

“Xiaoyun, this is not the end of the wasteland. This is your illusion. The people in front of you are not your parents. They are monsters who want to leave you here. Look carefully.”

Lin Mo pointed at the person in front of him with her cat paw.

Wang Xiaoyun looked at her parents again, and her father's and mother's faces suddenly became somewhat blurry.

She also remembered the man in the white robe saying that the end of the wasteland was the sea, not a highway or a row of houses.

"Xiaoyun, come here quickly, let's go home, the food is ready."

Her mother wasn't as gentle as Lin Mo's mother. She spoke with obvious complaints, clearly showing that being confined to a wheelchair for a long time had made her irritable. It seemed that if Wang Xiaoyun didn't come over soon, she would want to take out a broom and hit her.

However, this slightly complaining tone was the most genuine in Wang Xiaoyun's heart. This was exactly how her mother was. How could she not be her mother?

Wang Xiaoyun shook off Ye Zimo's hand and was about to rush forward.

Lin Mo flicked his cat tail and jumped onto Wang Xiaoyun: "Xiaoyun, listen to me, all of this is fake."

"Don't rush over there. Try to think of a way to help your mother stand up from her wheelchair."

Lin Mo hinted.

Wang Xiaoyun was stunned. She really wanted her mother's legs to get better so that she could stand up again.

So, following Lin Mo's advice, she tried her best to think of ways to help her mother stand up.

The mother in the wheelchair suddenly stood up.

The middle-aged man didn't seem surprised at all; he just kept smiling as he looked at them.

The mother smiled and said, "Xiaoyun, look, my leg is healed."

Wang Xiaoyun was stunned, her pupils contracting slightly.

She was terrified.

She knew her mother's legs could not be cured. Her mother had been in a car accident and her legs were crushed while saving her. Her nerves were dead, and there was no hope that her mother could stand up again.

"elder brother."

Wang Xiaoyun looked at the white cat in her arms, "She, she is not my mother."

Just as she uttered those words, the scene before her suddenly changed. The green wasteland still stretched for thousands of miles, but the houses had all disappeared, replaced by menacing monsters.

The parents turned into writhing monsters covered in illusory faces. The monsters' skin was semi-transparent, somewhat like water carrying unfamiliar faces, bizarre and terrifying.

The dream weaver rushed over, hoarsely shouting, "Xiaoyun, Xiaoyun, Xiaoyun, come here, come here, come into your father's and mother's arms."

At this moment, the other guides on the wasteland seemed to slowly turn their heads and look at the scene on this wasteland.

Ye Zimo felt the gazes coming from all directions. She couldn't take action herself, so she could only resolve the issue through the guide's methods.

Ye Zimo picked up the girl and ran quickly to avoid the monsters' attacks.

A group of monsters chased after them, uttering various delirious murmurs.

Lin Mo peeked out and looked at the monsters behind him, discovering that they were devouring each other as they ran and chased.

The dream weaver running at the front was swallowed by another enormous monster, while some smaller monsters were crushed into a pulp by the larger monster and stuck to the ground.

They rushed forward, completely forgetting their previous cooperation.

It's like hungry wolves fighting over food.

Lin Mo felt a chill run down his spine, while the girl didn't dare to look back.

Ye Zimo quickly left the monsters behind in the wasteland. If it were up to her usual temperament, she would probably have skewered them with her sword and grilled them.

But she didn't want to attract the attention of other leaders, because they might attract the attention of those in higher positions.

If the lord discovers them, it will be very difficult for them to escape.

Ye Zimo must choose a cautious approach; safely leaving the spirit world is of utmost importance.

Having finally escaped the pursuit, Lin Mo and Wang Xiaoyun could finally relax, only to see that the sun had already set in the west and it was getting dark.

"It's getting dark, what should we do?"

Wang Xiaoyun said tearfully, "After all, she's still just a child."

"Don't be afraid. Once it gets dark, you'll be safe inside a house. There must be a house ahead."

Lin Mo comforted her, and then kept emphasizing this point, which gradually convinced Wang Xiaoyun that there must be a safe house ahead.

Just before nightfall, a low house appeared before the three of them.

Wang Xiaoyun looked excitedly at the cat in her arms: "Big brother, there really is a house."

"It'll be safe once you hide inside."

Wang Xiaoyun nodded.

At this moment, on the wasteland about to be shrouded in night, gusts of wind howled in, and the wind seemed to be mixed with some kind of roar, some kind of murmur, and some kind of terrifying emotion.

One after another, pitch-black shadows seemed to emerge from the ground of the wasteland, coming to life with bared teeth and claws, and they crawled over in groups.

They are demons that devour desires, monsters that devour souls, and the deepest fear in Wang Xiaoyun's heart.

It was a monster from a book she had read before. Because it had left a deep impression on her, it appeared in this wasteland in large numbers, covering the sky and earth.

They want to capture the people on the wasteland, tear them apart, and devour them.

To try to merge human souls into their bodies and make them a part of them will only lead to endless torment of desire and hunger.

Chapter 200 Safe House

boom--

Wang Xiaoyun slammed the door shut.

These shadows were kept outside, out of sight.

His legs went weak from the knees down, and he collapsed to the ground.

She looked up at Ye Zimo, her face already covered in tears of fear.

"Wow--"

She buried her face in her hands and wept like a three- or four-year-old child.