"Knock, knock!

The knocking sound rang again, with the same rhythm as before, without any interval.

It's hard to imagine that someone can control the rhythm so precisely.

Is it my aunt? Zhang Yuanqing's head was splitting with a headache, his mind was hazy, and he was about to get out of bed to open the door. But in the moment he lifted the blanket, his body suddenly froze.

He suddenly realized that the person outside the door didn't have any footsteps. Before the knocking sound started, he didn't hear any movement. And for a Level 2 Night Walker like him, even if the door had a weak soundproof effect, it would not completely block his hearing at such a close distance.

It's not an ordinary person!!

Zhang Yuanqing raised one hand, pressing against his throbbing brain, and thought:

Has someone found out my true identity? Have they come to my door? Is it the Dark Night Rose, or the people of the Black Impermanence, or maybe the Taiyi Sect?

At this moment, his body tensed up, adrenaline surged, and temporarily suppressed the headache.

"No matter which force it is, if they infiltrate my home at this time, it's not good. I can't fight them here, it will affect my aunt and the others. I need to find a way to lure them out..."

Just as he was thinking this, the knocking stopped, and then Zhang Yuanqing saw the doorknob slowly turning.

"Click"

In the faint sound of the lock tongue popping open, the bedroom door creaked open a crack, revealing a dense darkness outside.

Zhang Yuanqing stared at the open crack of the door, his muscles tense. He still didn't sense the enemy's presence, and cold sweat oozed from his back.

"Snap!" Suddenly, a dark-skinned hand reached in from outside the crack, grabbed the door frame, and pushed the door wide open.

As the door was rudely pushed open, Zhang Yuanqing finally saw the unexpected guest.

It was a disheveled woman, wearing a white dirty cloak that was stained with dirt and dragged on the ground.

Her posture was strange, crooked and twisted, like a puppet with its limbs put together incorrectly.

In her dark right hand, she held a rusty kitchen knife, with the blade facing behind her.

Her lush and messy hair covered her face, and drops of black blood kept dripping from between her hair.

This, this appearance had a strangely familiar feeling. Zhang Yuanqing suddenly realized, the White-Clothed Murderer? The vengeful spirit from the text message during the day?

Wasn't that just a prank?!

His face was full of astonishment. He never expected that the junk text message he received during the day would turn out to be true.

This was completely unexpected. But if it's a vengeful spirit, I'm not afraid... he thought, just as the white-clothed murderer at the door rushed towards him with clumsy yet swift steps.

Her posture was strange, as if she was walking backwards. While walking, her body twisted and her limbs presented an unreasonable distortion.

"Hmph!" Zhang Yuanqing's eyes surged with darkness, activating the power of the Taiyin.

His face suddenly changed because he realized that he had lost the ability imprinted in his genes, the ability to suppress vengeful spirits.

At this moment, the white-clothed murderer trembled and retreated, raising the kitchen knife high. Her right arm turned 180 degrees with a "click", and the blade was aimed at Zhang Yuanqing, slashing down abruptly.

Zhang Yuanqing rolled onto the bed.

Clang, clang, clang...

The kitchen knife chased after him, leaving marks on the bed with each strike.

Zhang Yuanqing rolled from the bed to the ground, his face becoming increasingly ugly because he not only lost his skills, but his physical abilities also returned to that of an ordinary person.

Completely reverted to his original state.

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

Is this a dream?!

It's not that my skills disappeared, but that I am in a nightmare. My skills, my tools, none of them can be used.

Without much thought, he noticed a warning in the corner of his eye. The vengeful spirit, wearing a dirty robe, once again raised her hand to strike.

Zhang Yuanqing rolled again, hearing the sound of the wooden floor breaking. If that strike hit, he would be instantly dismembered.

He pushed himself up with both hands, jumped up from the ground, and quickly rushed towards the living room, towards the entrance, towards the security door.

He wanted to escape from this house.

However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't turn the handle of the security door. The lock seemed to be rusted inside the door.

A whistling sound came from behind his head. Without thinking, Zhang Yuanqing quickly crouched down.

Bang!

The kitchen knife flew towards him, leaving marks on the bed.

Can the kitchen knife be thrown too? Zhang Yuanqing swallowed his saliva, instinctively wanting to pull out the kitchen knife to counter the vengeful spirit. But when he looked up, he found that the kitchen knife was gone, leaving only a deep mark on the security door.

And the white-clothed murderer once again held the kitchen knife and rushed towards him.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing quickly approached the dining table in three or two steps, grabbed a high-backed chair, and fiercely swung it towards the vengeful spirit's waist.

"Crack!"

The vengeful spirit's waist instantly broke, showing a grotesque twist. She fell to the ground.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

Lying on the ground, the vengeful spirit's limbs twitched, her head twisted to the left, and her limbs twisted in opposite directions. Her left leg's knee faced right, and her right leg's knee faced left, like a haphazardly assembled puppet.

In the sound of bones cracking, her waist bounced, and her lower body stood up while her upper body dragged on the ground.

Damn it! Seeing this scene, Zhang Yuanqing's scalp went numb. He covered the knife wound on his chest, stumbled back into the bedroom.

This thing can't be killed.

Back in the room, he locked the door, and staggered to the window.

Zhang Yuanqing opened the window and looked outside. It was pitch black, with no streetlights, no vehicles, and no nearby residential buildings in sight.

If this were the real world, he would take the risk and jump to the air conditioning unit. But this was a dream.

Aside from whether jumping out the window would save him, what if jumping out the window resulted in death?

What should he do?Unable to escape the dream, unable to kill the vengeful spirit, and unable to use his skills or tools... Zhang Yuanqing was in a desperate situation.

What was even more deadly was that the blood from his chest wound wouldn't stop. If this continued, he would die from his injuries in less than ten minutes.

What would happen in reality if he died in the dream?

He didn't dare to think about it.

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Who wanted to kill me? I remember that the dream world is the domain of illusionists, but I have no grudges or connections with them...

At this moment, the doorknob turned slightly. When it was discovered that the door couldn't be opened, the vengeful spirit outside became very agitated, causing the doorknob to rattle.

A few seconds later, it stopped, seemingly giving up on opening the door.

Suddenly, with a loud "bang", half of a kitchen knife protruded from the door.

Despair welled up in Zhang Yuanqing's eyes. He glanced at the pitch-black window, considering whether to risk jumping out.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

With each chop of the kitchen knife, the door was gradually hacked apart, the gap growing larger and larger.

Finally, with a "clang", the door shattered into pieces. The disheveled vengeful spirit, holding the knife, stepped in with a strange posture.

P: I was feeling lethargic yesterday, especially sleepy. When I woke up, I realized it was almost noon. I quickly grabbed a few bites of food and started writing.

The word count is a bit less, please forgive me. I'll make up for it tonight.