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A low rumble echoed from underground, and a dissecting table next to it slowly slid open, revealing a downward staircase. Several armed guards rushed up and fired their guns, but unfortunately, their strength was far inferior to that of the six people Fang Lin had encountered in the dark earlier. They were quickly and calmly shot dead by Fang Lin!
Fang Lin closed his eyes, holding the gun, and slowly walked down the stairs of the secret passage. In a state where his spiritual power was activated, the probability of him being ambushed was extremely low. Fang Lin's hands slowly rose, and the silver handgun in his hand aimed at a table in front of him. His hands were as steady as rocks, and he said coldly:
"It's out."
A scrawny, infant-like figure sat in a wheelchair and slowly rolled out, but he had the face of a 60-year-old man, with white hair to match. He looked as if an old man's head had been forcibly attached to a child's body. A pair of wrinkled eyelids flashed with sinister light.
"Just used spiritual power to attack me four times." Fang Lin said calmly, two dark red bloodlines flowed out of his nostrils and down from the philtrum, dripping onto his chest. "Unfortunately, your spiritual power is weaker than mine! Now you're tasting the consequences of being counterattacked?"
That strange man opened his mouth, but Fang Lin didn't intend to give him a chance to speak. He took big strides forward, pressed the gun firmly against his forehead, and then with swift movements, broke off one of his withered arms and legs!
The strange man let out a mournful cry, his voice sharp and unparalleled. Just then, Fang Lin took advantage of the fact that his body and mind were both surrounded by this terrible pain, and when his heart was shaken, the ghostly eyes on the chest's nightmare seal shot out two blue lights, piercing into his pupils!
Powerful Enthralling Magic, Activate!
"Caster's spiritual power, 51. Receiver's spiritual power, 44. Actual strength ratio of the two is 1:0.28. Spiritual difference between the two is 7, success rate of Strong Force Magic: 78.31%."
"Memory absorption in progress... Memory fragments are being stripped away. Absorption successful. The patient, Yamada Kage, has been successfully enchanted."
Fang Lin closed his eyes, supporting his temples with his hands, and his face was slightly pale. Because the spiritual power of Dr. Yamada Kei was not much different from his own, the mental and physical strength required to control someone with such high spiritual power had also increased exponentially! He walked lightly to the left wall of the secret room, following Dr. Yamada's instructions as a puppet, and opened two password locks, one fingerprint lock, and one iris lock in sequence. Finally, he took out a delicate test tube from inside.
When Fang Lin's fingers touched the test tube, the Nightmare Imprint gave a prompt:
"Warning: Acquired special item, Blood of the Heavenly Gods."
"This special item is a mixture of the blood of four people from the Eight Heroes of the Great Snake Clan. Obtaining it will produce unpredictable consequences. The four people are:"
"Withered Earth - Yashiro Nanakase, Flame of Control - Chris, Wild Thunderbolt - Shieri, Death Frenzy - Ryuji Yazaki."
"How could it be so easy to get?" Fang Lin wondered in the midst of his excitement, but he knew that opportunities like this were fleeting. As the saying goes, "kill or miss, don't let go", he immediately turned around and put away the thing without hesitation. However, he found that it couldn't be stored in his personal Dreamwalker space, with an additional prompt appearing: "Cannot discard, will drop upon death".
Fang Lin had long been mentally prepared, his facial muscles twitched slightly, and his heart sank deeply. The implication of this hint was quite direct and cruel, meaning that any strong person who coveted this thing would from now on seek out Fang Lin! Moreover, the path to obtaining it could only be one!
Kill him!
At the same time, the prompt of Nightmare Imprint sounded:
"Passively accepted S-level gold side quest: Life and Death."
"Mission objective: Survive."
"Mission content: Escape the pursuit of all plot characters who desire the blood of the Heavenly God Tribe, and cannot leave the Tokyo city limits. Every ten hours, the Heavenly God Tribe's blood will boil for 45 minutes, and all plot characters who desire it can sense its specific location. If the straight-line distance between the two parties is within 40 meters, even if the Heavenly God Tribe's blood is in a cooling state, it can still be sensed by all plot characters who desire it."
"Quest item: The blood of the heavenly gods cannot be discarded and is difficult to destroy. It drops upon death."
"After completing the task, I will immediately return to the nightmare space."
He took a deep breath, slapped his own face several times, and his original plan was to immediately go support Hu Hua Hao, but now it seems that going to find him would only harm Old Hu! The power of the plot character's clone is already so strong that it takes two people joining forces and using all their skills just to barely kill one, in the face of the plot character's absolute power, two people and one person are almost no different - ironically speaking, it's like the Tokyo Bank guards' helplessness against them!
He repeatedly studied the blood of the Heavenly Kingdom, even using bricks to smash it, and with the silver plot weapon in his hand, he fired continuously, but no matter what means he used, he could not destroy it. He let out a depressed sigh, then checked the time left to return to the Dream Nightmare space, which was 22 hours, 26 minutes and 12 seconds.
Under the leadership of Dr. Yamada, Fang Lin safely exited from another emergency passage, walked for dozens of minutes, and finally emerged from the sewer, brushing off the dust on his body, intending to open the door of a sedan parked nearby and quickly leave before making further plans.
But Fang Lin's movements suddenly froze stiffly.
More than thirty meters away, on top of a car, there was the silhouette of a man sitting casually, with one leg dangling in mid-air, swaying rhythmically. From Fang Lin's angle, this man happened to be set against the backdrop of a hazy moon hanging low in the sky. His hair was very long and fiery red, and he wore a fitted black windbreaker with a stand-up collar and cuffs, while his pants appeared to have been soaked in dark reddish-brown blood.
Although the two colors of black and red have a strong contrast on this man, the feeling he gives people is first indifference, then loneliness that has penetrated to the bone marrow.
Of course, when he turned around and stared at him with the eyes of a beast hunting, that coldness and loneliness suddenly burst into flames, turning into a crazy wave!
"My... damn... mom!" Fang Lin's four words were almost squeezed out from between his teeth!
He had known all along that it was extremely difficult to obtain this special item, but he never thought that he would run into such a terrifying person at this time and place!
It can also be said to be a beast! ——I！
At the same time, in a dimly lit underground space, Hu Hua Hao also fell into the biggest crisis since entering the dream world!
He had known all along that the clone of Qiye Society was very strong, but he never thought it would be so strong!
In less than five minutes, Hu Hua's physical strength plummeted to just over half, and his face and body were battered with multiple bruises, yet he hadn't even touched a single hair on his opponent!
The replica of Qī Jiā Shè has only a portion of the original's strength, but its movements are agile and powerful. What troubles Hu Hua Hao the most is that it has an extremely accurate grasp on "distance", always attacking at the moment when Hu Hua Hao is about to get close! This makes Hu Hua Hao's proud throwing skills useless, and he can clearly feel that the replica's combat instincts are far superior to his own. The replica has made full use of its long limbs' attack distance advantage!
This feeling of being completely suppressed was unbearable, Hu Hua had never encountered such an opponent before. After taking two more light kicks, he muttered with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth:
"Is this... the terrifying true power of the Eight Fists of the Strongest Style?"
In an instant, Hu Hua's eyes flashed fiercely in front of him. He suddenly charged forward, but his chest took a heavy punch. However, although his body swayed slightly, he immediately steadied himself and stood firm!
"They've used this trick on me twice already. After this punch, they usually follow up with a powerful kick that can knock you away!!"
As expected, the right foot of Qiye Society's replica kicked out from bottom to top, hitting Hu Hua Hao's abdomen! But this time, the stiffness effect caused by his repeated kick did not take effect, and a dazzling light suddenly appeared on Old Hu's body, which should have stumbled backward!
S-level skill, Mountain of Storms activated!
At this time, the foot kicked out by Qi Qi's body had not yet been withdrawn, and his entire body was already within Hu Hua's grasp. However, just as Old Hu was about to make his move, this fearsome man suddenly sprang up on one foot with the elegance of a gymnast, stretched out his left hand in mid-air to lightly borrow momentum from Hu Hua's head, and made a backflip motion with his robust and slender body, landing lightly behind Hu Hua!
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