"Dongdong!"

The knock on the door sounded again, exactly the same rhythm as before, with no difference in intervals.

It is hard to imagine that a person can control the rhythm to such a fine level.

Is it my aunt? Zhang Yuanqing had a headache and his mind was in a daze. He was about to get out of bed and open the door. The moment he lifted the quilt, his body suddenly froze.

He suddenly thought,

The people outside the door have no footsteps

Yes, there was no footsteps, and he didn't hear anything before the knock on the door. For the Level 2 Night Walking God, even if the door had a faint sound insulation effect, it would not be possible to completely isolate his hearing.

Not an ordinary person!!

Zhang Yuanqing raised one hand, pressed his throbbing brain, thinking:

Someone found out my true identity? Is it coming to my door? Dark Night Rose, or Black Impermanence, or Taiyimen?

At this moment, his body was tense and adrenaline was secreted wildly, which temporarily suppressed the headache.

"No matter which force it is, if you sneak into my house at this time, the person who comes is not good. I cannot fight with the other party at home. It will affect my aunt and others and find ways to get out."

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

"Click"

As the lock tongue bounced open, the bedroom door opened a gap with a creak, and outside the gap was pitch black and rich darkness.

Zhang Yuanqing stared at the open crack in the door, his muscles tightened, but he still couldn't sense the enemy's breath, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

"Bang!" Suddenly, a hand with black skin came in from outside the gap, grabbed the door frame, and pushed the door to its maximum.

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

This is a woman with disheveled hair, wearing a dirty white cape covered in stains, dragged to the ground.

Her standing posture is very strange and crooked, like a misspelled doll with her limbs.

Her black right hand was holding a rusty kitchen knife, and the blade of the kitchen knife was facing behind her.

Her long and messy hair covered her face, and between her hair, drops of dark blood kept dripping.

This looks like a sense of inexplicable déjà. It seems that somewhere has seen Zhang Yuanqing suddenly awakened, a murderer in white? The resentful spirit in the text messages during the day?

That's not a prank?!

He looked shocked. He never expected that the spam message he received during the day would be real?

This makes people unpredictable, but if it is a resentful spirit, I am not afraid. He was thinking this way, and the murderer in white at the door ran towards him with clumsy and swift steps.

Her posture was very strange, as if she was walking upside down. While walking, her body was crooked and her hands and feet were unreasonably twisted.

"Hmph!" Zhang Yuanqing's eyes were pitch black and surging, mobilizing the power of the Yin.

His face suddenly changed because he found that he had lost the ability to be imprinted in his genes and lost the suppression of his vengeful spirits.

At this time, the murderer in white retreated tremblingly, raised the kitchen knife high, turned his right arm "crack" by 180 degrees, and the blade pointed towards Zhang Yuanqing and suddenly cut it down.

Zhang Yuanqing rolled onto the bed.

Aggravated.

The kitchen knife chased him and cut out the marks on the bed.

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

Completely defeated back to its original form.

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

Is this a dream?!

It’s not that my skills have disappeared, but that I am in a nightmare, and that my skills and props are not available.

Before I could think too much, I saw a glimpse of the vengeful spirit wrapped in a dirty robe from the corner of my eyes, and once again, I raised my sword and fell.

Zhang Yuanqing rolled again and heard the sound of elm floor breaking in his ears. If he hit the knife, his body would separate on the spot.

Fuck. He supported his hands, bounced up from the ground, rushed to the living room, towards the entrance, and towards the security door.

He is going to escape from this home.

However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not twist the handle of the security door, and the lock tongue seemed to be rusted inside the door.

The whistling sound came from behind his head, and Zhang Yuanqing suddenly lowered his body without thinking.

Bang!

The kitchen knife flew over and was embedded in the security door.

Can the kitchen knife still be thrown? Zhang Yuanqing swallowed and subconsciously wanted to pull out the kitchen knife to counter the resentful spirit. He looked up and found that the kitchen knife was gone, leaving only a deep knife mark on the security door.

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

Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing walked to the dining table in three or two steps, picked up the high-back chair, smashed it hard, and faced the kitchen knife that was slashed.

The high-back chair in his hand shattered, and the kitchen knife shattered the chair and slashed Zhang Yuanqing's chest.

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

And in his dream, he lost his ability to heal himself.

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

The murderer in white trembled and moved backwards and raised the kitchen knife high.

Zhang Yuanqing suddenly turned sideways, and the rusty kitchen knife cut "du" on the dining table, deeply embedded.

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

Seizing the opportunity, Zhang Yuanqing endured the pain in his chest, grabbed the high-back chair beside him, and raised all his strength, and swung his strength towards the waist of the resentful spirit.

"Bang!"

The murderous woman in white broke her waist instantly, and her waist was twisted strangely and she fell to the ground.

"Click!Click!Click!"

The resentful spirit lying on the ground twitched his hands and feet, his head twisted to the left, and his hands and feet twisted in the opposite direction, with his left knee facing the right, and his right knee facing the left, like a doll pieced together randomly.

As the sound of the bone twisting "crack" was twisting, her waist bounced, her lower body stood up, and her upper body dragged to the ground.

Fuck! Seeing this scene, Zhang Yuanqing's scalp was numb, and he staggered back to the bedroom with a knife wound on his chest.

This thing cannot be killed.

When he returned to the room, he locked the door and staggered to the window.

Zhang Yuanqing opened the window and looked out. It was pitch black outside, with no street lights, no vehicles, and no nearby residential buildings.

If it is in the real world, he would risk jumping at the air conditioner external unit, but this is a dream.

Let’s not talk about whether you can save yourself by jumping into the window. What if the ending of jumping into the window is death?

what to do?

He could not escape from the dream, and could not kill the resentful spirits, and his skills and props were not used. Zhang Yuanqing was in a desperate situation.

What's even more fatal is that the blood in his chest could not be stopped at all. If this continues, he will die of his injuries within ten minutes.

What happens in reality when death is in dreams?

He dared not think about it.

Who wants to kill me? I remember that dreams are the realm of illusionists, but I have no enemies and I have no contact with them.

At this time, the door handle was twisted and found that after the door could not be opened, the resentment outside seemed very irritable, and the twisted handle made a "click" sound.

After a few seconds, it stopped again, as if giving up opening the door.

Suddenly, with a loud bang, half of the kitchen knife highlighted on the door panel.

It appeared in Zhang Yuanqing's eyes when he saw the dark window, thinking about whether to jump into the window and try it.

Bang bang bang bang!

The kitchen knife hit the slash again and again, and the door panel was gradually broken, and the gap became bigger and bigger.

Finally, with a "clang" sound, the door panel was split into pieces, and the resentful spirit with disheveled hair came in in a strange posture with a knife.

PS: Didn’t I feel weak yesterday? I was very sleepy. When I woke up, I found it was almost noon. I quickly took a few bites of rice and started typing.

Please give me a little less word count, please make it up tonight.
Chapter completed!