49. Chapter 49 49 Nightmare Contact

Author: vaguely

Chapter 49 49. Nightmare Contact

The night fell, the moonlight disappeared, and only a few sparse stars twinkled in the sky.

Dean looked out at the long street through the bedroom window on the second floor. The night was flowing slowly like a veil, and the dim lights of the neighbors in the distance flickered on and off.

From their corner, there were no people on the street, and no cars were driving. The surroundings were quiet and depressing, and the air was filled with a permeating coldness.

The tall red maples with shady branches and leaves on the roadside look like silent travelers holding black umbrellas.

But this is a secluded and deserted neighborhood, and they are destined not to be able to wait for the long-distance bus.

…

Dean withdrew his gaze.

Glancing behind him, Alvin had fallen asleep on his side on the mattress, breathing steadily and falling into a sweet dream.

And thoughtfully left the other half of the bed for him.

But Dean had no intention of sleeping tonight. A dark, unfamiliar house without electricity was the center of a moderately difficult incident.

It is dangerous and there may be unknown factors.

He is not that nervous and completely relaxes his vigilance in a place like this.

“Stay up all night!”

Dean opened the red wooden box next to the bed, rubbed his chin and looked at the strange soul Ouija board, sliding his fingers through the Ouija board, and then the drop-shaped Ouija board.

"It's so sharp."

Dean frowned.

The tip of the board was like a sharp knife, and it almost didn't cut his finger.

After the touch check was completed, no abnormalities were found for the time being, and Dean turned on the God's perspective to observe carefully.

I quickly found a strange mark on the back of the much smaller tablet——

sleepless person

It is as small as an ant, and the black lines are as slender as hair. It is impossible to detect them without careful observation.

Dean rubbed it with his thumb and felt a refreshing coolness.

"Sleepless One? What's the special significance?"

Dean kept this discovery in mind, held the tablet, and then tried to summon the "shadow".

Then he was shocked. The "shadow" did not leave his body and came to reality. The unprecedented summoning failed.

At the same time, a mixture of extreme fear and desire came from the body, and the "shadow" seemed to be under some kind of strong suppression.

"A small piece of wood actually suppressed my superpowers?"

He tried it several times again without belief.

fail!

fail!

After repeating it many times, in order to avoid some irreversible damage to his "killer weapon", Dean put down the Ouija board and picked up the larger Ouija board.

Then--

The shadow of the past flew out of his body and hurriedly flew into the distance, trying its best to distance itself from the wooden board on the ground.

"The Ouija board is an ordinary thing, but there is something strange about the Ouija board. It has a huge restraining effect on ghosts like 'shadows'."

Dean's eyes flashed with excitement.

This is enough to prove that this tablet is not simple and has some magical power.

As he was thinking this way, he saw that the progress of the event jumped from 20% to 25%.

"Is this stone board very special and important?"

So is it consistent with the legend and can it be used to conduct psychic rituals to communicate with the dead and summon the ghost of the psychic Alexander Raphael?

The dangerous thought came to him, and Dean immediately put it out.

"The risks of medium-difficulty incidents are unknown. I am operating alone in the quiet of the night. If something happens, I don't know how I will die."

If an evil spirit is really summoned, Dean is not sure he can see it like a "shadow".

"Wait until you have the right opportunity to try summoning."

…

Dean put away the wooden board and began to exercise in the bedroom. Since the beginning of the summer vacation, he had been practicing shooting hard and never sparred with Rust, who was accompanying his girlfriend.

But he insisted on daily personal physical training.

Sometimes I fight with bare hands, and sometimes I use short sticks and knives at home to practice armed fighting.

He worked hard to digest a large number of efficient, ruthless, and deadly enemy-defeating techniques transmitted to him by lv1 fighting skills - joint techniques, crossbars, naked chokes, kicks in the crotch, poking the eyes, hitting the nose, double-peaked ear penetration, and attacking the brain.

Pillow, attack the jaw and temples...as well as basic skills such as steps, power techniques, etc.

These moves are undignified, even insidious and dirty, but simple and effective, perfectly in line with Dean's melee strategy.

The proficiency of training alone increases extremely slowly and is boring. It only takes two or three days to increase your proficiency.

He glanced at the panel:

Dean Lu

Character level: 1(70/200)

Age:18

Physical fitness:11.6

Strength:10.6

Sensitivity:12.1

Perception:10

Spirit:13.2

Will:11.2

…

Abilities(3/5):

Fighting lv1(80/200)

Shooting lv1(19/100)

Shadow of the Past lv0(11/100)

Expertise:

Junior Ironman

Event:1/1

Brother: Twenty-five percent

Completed——

1.

The death of young Dean.

2. Mona’s whereabouts.

3.

hunting

System ability: God’s perspective lv0

…

Time passed by in the whistling wind of fists.

When Dean's watch read five o'clock in the morning.

Alvin, who was sleeping soundly on the mattress, made a vague sound. His eyes were closed tightly, and the eyeballs under his eyelids were moving rapidly. His face was tense and frightened.

But his hands were tightly attached to his armpits, his legs were stretched straight, and his posture was extremely stiff, as if he was pressed tightly against the bed by something.

"Alvin, wake up!"

Snap!

Snap!

Several crisp slaps sounded in the bedroom.

Then there was a long inhalation sound of "Uh--".

Alvin suddenly sat up from the mattress.

Sweat cascaded down his frightened face, and his chest heaved violently.

He was like a drowning man who was trapped under the water, almost suffocated, and escaped death at the last moment.

"Are you having nightmares? Is this what you said before about not being able to sleep well?"

Dean held a lighting flashlight in one hand and handed over a bottle of water in the other.

Alvin opened the bottle and took a big gulp, then poured the remaining cold water on his head. As the heat steamed, the fear and panic on his face slowly disappeared.
To be continued...