Spirit Walker

"Final boom!"

The knock on the door rang again, exactly the same as the rhythm just now, and the interval was exactly the same.

It's hard to imagine that people can control the rhythm to such a fine level. Is it Auntie? Zhang Yuanqing had a splitting headache, and his mind was confused. He was about to get out of bed to open the door, and the moment he lifted the quilt, his body froze.

He suddenly thought,

People outside the door, no footsteps

Yes, there were no footsteps, he didn't hear any movement before the knock on the door, and for a Level 2 Night Wandering God, at such a close distance, even if the door has a weak sound insulation effect, it is impossible to completely isolate him. hearing.

Not ordinary people!!

Zhang Yuanqing raised a hand, pressed the throbbing brain, and thought:

Someone found out my true identity? Came at the door? Dark Night Rose, or a person who is impermanent, or Taiyi?

At this moment, his body was tight, and his adrenaline was frantically distributed, and his headache was briefly suppressed.

"No matter which force it is, sneak into my house at this time, the people who come here are not good, I can't do it with the other party at home, it will affect my aunt and the others, and try to get it out..."

At this moment, the knocking on the door stopped, and then Zhang Yuanqing saw the door handle slowly move.

"Crack"

With the slight sound of the latch popping open, the bedroom door creaked open a gap, and outside the gap was pitch-black darkness.

Zhang Yuanqing stared at the crack of the open door, his muscles tightened, he still did not sense the enemy's breath, and cold sweat broke out from his back.

"Shoot!" Suddenly, a dark-skinned hand came in from the gap, grabbed the door frame, and pushed the door to the maximum.

As the door was roughly pushed open, Zhang Yuanqing finally saw the uninvited guest.

It was a woman with disheveled hair, draped in a dirty white cloak, dragged all the way to the ground.

She stood oddly, crookedly, like a puppet with misspelled limbs.

In her jet-black right hand she was carrying a rusted kitchen knife, the blade of which was facing behind her.

Lush and messy long hair covered her face, and between the hair strands, drops of black blood kept dripping.

This, this look has an inexplicable sense of sight, it seems that I have seen it somewhere.... Zhang Yuanqing suddenly woke up, the murderer in white? The resentful spirit in the text message during the day?

Isn't that a prank?!

He was stunned, never expected that he received a spam text message during the day, it turned out to be true?

It's hard to guard against, but if it's a resentful spirit, I'm not afraid... He was thinking so, the murder woman in white at the door, with clumsy and fast steps, ran towards him.

Her posture was very strange, as if she was walking backwards, while walking, her body was crooked, and her hands and feet showed unreasonable twists.

"Humph!" Zhang Yuanqing's eyes were dark and surging, mobilizing the power of Taiyin...

His face changed suddenly, because he found that he had lost the ability to imprint in his genes, and he had lost the suppression of resentful spirits.

At this time, the murderer in white came back tremblingly, raised the kitchen knife high, and turned her right arm 180 degrees with a "kaka", and the blade of the knife was directed towards Zhang Xianqing, and it was cut down suddenly.

Zhang Yuanqing rolled onto the bed. duh duh.....

The kitchen knife chased after him and chopped, leaving knife marks on the bed.

Zhang Yuanqing rolled from the bed to the ground, and his face became more and more ugly, because not only did he lose his skills, but his physical fitness returned to the level of ordinary people.

Completely beaten back to its original shape.

He couldn't help remembering the description in the text message. Is this a dream?!

It's not that my skills disappeared, it's that I was in a nightmare, my skills, my props, all could not be used.

Before he could think about it, out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the resentful spirit wrapped in dirty robes, once again raising his sword and falling.

Zhang Yuanqing rolled again and heard the sound of the broken elm floor coming from his ear. If the knife hits, he will separate the body on the spot.

, Double-haired-support, bounced off the ground, and rushed to the living room quickly

, rushed to the entrance, rushed to the security door.

He's going to run away from this house.

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

The whistling sound came from the back of his head, Zhang Yuanqing didn't even think about it, and suddenly he was short.

shhhhhh!

The kitchen knife swirled and embedded in the security door.

Can the kitchen knife still be thrown? Zhang Yuanqing swallowed, subconsciously wanting to pull out the kitchen knife to counter the grievances, he raised his head abruptly, and found that the kitchen knife was gone, leaving only a deep knife mark on the security door.

The murderer in white once again held the kitchen knife and ran backwards.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing walked to the dining table in three or two steps, picked up the high-back chair, and slammed hard, facing the chopper knife.

The high-back chair in his hand "Ka Ning" shattered, and the kitchen knife smashed the chair and smashed into Zhang Yuanqing's chest.

The sharp pain came instantly, and the rusty blade cut open his chest and cut off several sternums.

In the dream, he lost his self-healing ability.

Zhang Yuanqing smelled death, ran a few steps, and leaned against the edge of the dining table.

The murderer in white staggered backwards and advanced, holding up the kitchen knife Zhang Yuanqing fiercely sideways, the rusty kitchen knife "duh" slashed on the dining table, deeply embedded.

The murderer in white pulled out a few times, but it didn't come out.

Seizing the opportunity, Zhang Yuanqing endured the pain in his chest, grabbed the high-back chair beside him, and with all his strength, grabbed the Wraith's waist with all his might.

"shoot!"

The waist of the Yi woman in white was instantly broken, her waist was twisted in a braid, and she fell to the ground.

"Crack! Kick! Kick!"

The resentful spirit lying on the ground twitched his hands and feet, his head was pulled to the left, his hands and feet were propped up in opposite directions, his left knee was facing right, and his right knee was facing left, like a random doll.

In the sound of "kaka" bone therapy, her waist flicked, her lower body stood up, and her upper body dragged to the ground.

"! Seeing this scene, Zhang Yuanqing's scalp was numb, clutching the stab wound on his chest, and ran back to the bedroom.

Letter stuff can't kill you.

Back in the room, he locked Fang Ming, and ran back to the window. Zhang Yuanqing opened the window and looked out. It was pitch black outside. There were no street lights, no vehicles, and no nearby residential buildings.

If it was in the real world, he would take the risk of jumping on the outside of the air conditioner,

But here is a dream.

Not to mention whether jumping out of the window can save oneself, what if the outcome of jumping out of the window is death?

How to do?

Can't escape from the dream, can't kill resentful spirits, can't use skills and props... Zhang Yuanqing is in a desperate situation.

What's more deadly is that the blood in his chest could not be stopped at all, and if it continued like this, within ten minutes, he would first die from his injuries.

If you die in a dream, what will happen in reality?

He dared not think about it.

Who is going to kill me? I remember dreaming is the realm of illusionists, but I have no enmity or intersection with the illusionist...

At this time, the door handle (moved a bit, and found that after the door could not be opened, the resentful spirit outside looked very violent, and the twisted handle made a "click" sound.

After a few seconds ~www.novelmt.com~ it stopped again, seemingly giving up on opening the door.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise of "Yan", and half of the kitchen knife stood out on the door panel.

It was splitting the door... Zhang Yuanqing's eyes filled with despair, he glanced out the dark window, and considered whether to jump out of the window and give it a shot.

Speech research!

As the kitchen knife slashed again and again, the door panel was gradually slashed, and the gap became larger and larger.

Finally, in the sound of "only when", the door panel was torn apart, and the grievous spirit with disheveled hair stepped in in a weird posture with a knife in hand.

Ps: Wasn't it empty yesterday, I was particularly lethargic. When I woke up, I found that it was almost noon.

The number of words is a little less, sorry, I will make it up in the evening.

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